MEMOIRS OF A REPENTANT HOOKER - Episode 3

It's been a while I felt a sharp-thrusting in between my thighs like I did yesterday night. I remember clearly the surprise and disdain widely capitalized on Amaka's face the day I told her I wanted to stay off sex for a while but who would have thought I was going to break my 6 months old celibacy with Papa Seun's 'divine sword'!

Papa Seun isn't my type but seriously, how many ladies with a voracious sex apetite like mine considers who or who is not a type when on heat? Mtcheew! Most times, we end up having random sex with people we never thought we could have it with. Well, not 'we', maybe just me!

Sitting at the edge of the bed and ruminating over it all, I caught Papa Seun stealing glances at me as if it were some agile man winking at a sexy female bartender. I shook my head unbelievably at what I just rode powerfully without an energy drink. Yorubas must be definitely right about sex and foul spirits. . . There's nothing enticing about this man on my bed but I just screwed him or did he screw me?

I hate to remember the ugly details of my 'sexcapades' but this one just keeps clicking for no reason. The thought of Eliza flashed through my mind. Obviously, that girl must definitely have an eye defect maybe color blindness. It wasn't Amaka with Papa Seun but do I even need to spell it out that it was me? I go iron that girl mouth one day.

It's 8.30am, I adjusted the my curtains to peep through the courtyard. It was as silent as a grave yard except for the small kids running around in their nakedness. That's my cue, Papa Seun can now leave my room as everybody has gone about their daily jobs including the likes of Mama Seun who never takes her bath and the nosy Eliza who sees the wrong person.

"Papa Seun, come and start going o" I said silently. Who dares struggle with a mad man, you never know if he has lost his teeth or they are still very much sharp.
"Shey time don reach to go ni? Abeg make we do one round join na"
"E be like say something dey worry you o! No be only one round, na four"
"Nothing spoil na. I am ready for you. You sef know say I be man na. I dey hear your moans of pleasure yesterday o!"
"Papa Seun, e don do o! I go call you when I come aus for evening." I supported him to the door with my hands pushing him forward. Who go see free meal and no go wan pitch tent for there? I actually just lied about seeing him in the evening. We definitely won't get to see.

I locked the door after him and I hit the showers. I removed my clothes, staring at the mirror; I stared at myself. Who says nakedness isn't a good sight to behold. I firmly cupped my boobs with my hands, I smiled at how perky they still remain even though there were days when they were lot perkier than that.

The water sprinkled down my body, and it was so soothing and sweet but as it runs over my face, the memories of the night keeps flooding in.

Papa Seun is indeed a man; little wonder why Mama Seun can never let go or behave as if he's not missing. No woman ever likes to share her man's goody sacs with another. And that was the only good thing about Papa Seun. Everything physical about him is boring except that!

He's 5ft tall, that's how I managed to stay on top. He's ugly but educated, Primary Six School Leaving Certificate; lol! The worst part is he's got protruding tummy. How can someone of that body size be nursing a tummy and a whole me just devoured that piece of bread, 'Konji' must really be a bastard!

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"Ojota! Ojota! Ojota!"

Loud voices and bad breaths equals to some Agberos!

With my on point figure 8 firmly enclosed in a Denim trouser and a long-sleeved crop top, my hair tied into buns and my legs rocking a black sandal Amaka got me from Dubai, I waited by the road for an Oshodi bus with a small travelling bag and an handbag in my hands.

The early morning sun was beginning to take a peep at me and I was impatiently tired of waiting till an exotic car slowed down beside me. It was a new Mercedes Benz G-Wagon, not sure of the model.

The driver of the SUV rolled down the glasses; lo and behold, the guy is gorgeously handsome. On a closer look, the handsome man is Jide, my ex!


#Episode 4 coming out soon!

Ebukun Gbemisola Ogunyemi
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ALBINISM AND ITS WOES

The travails of a typical Albino popularly referred to as 'afin' in the Yoruba language is beyond words in Africa.

This obviously sounds strange to some people. Do albinos face 'tribulations' because they exist in that colour they've been born with? Why am I just hearing this for the first time? Well, I would say that this issue hasn't received more prominence in Nigeria because it doesn't really exist even though it does.

What is Albinism? How do we come about the existence of albinos? Have you ever been thrilled by the complexion of an albino man/woman? Do you ever wish you marry an albino? I know some many people who are thrilled by them or are you the type that disgusts them or attach spiritual meanings to their appearance?

Well, Albinism is a group of inherited conditions that leads to little or no pigmentation in the core parts of the body like the eyes, skin or hair. It is also a genetic mutation that causes a deficiency in melanin in the body.

The melanin is the photo-protective pigment that protects us from the sun’s harmful ultra-violet rays, resulting in
physical characteristics like white or light blonde hair, violet to blue eyes and an extremely pale skin that is particularly sensitive to the sun. Without enough melanin, our eyes won't be able to function properly and the nerve connection to the brain will also be altered.

If this is the case with albinism, why are albinos ridiculed, embarrassed and made living unbearable for in Africa?

People with albinism have been ‘shunned, ridiculed, tormented,tortured and killed in cold blood’ all over Africa, simply 'on account of the skin colour'.

Why are there negative beliefs concerning the condition? Is it pure illiteracy? African countries like Tanzania, Ethiopia, Burundi, Malawi, Congo and a host of others are involved in this inhumane treatment against Albinos!

Mind you, it is not a legal act in those countries but it happens. Albinos are kidnapped and murdered in their own blood. Even in Nigeria, people use albinos for rituals,as it is believed that their body parts can bring riches or can cure terminal diseases. They are called names like 'oyinbo' 'afin' 'ebo/ebora' and much more. In fact, if you don't have a strong immune system against foul talks, you will develop a bad self-esteem as an albino. Some also believed that albinos are ill or intellectually challenged or cursed.

Do you wonder why your albino-friend is always on long-sleeved clothing, hats and prescription glasses? Well, it a measure of protection against the sun.

Finally, Albinos do eat salt! I don't know where that myth about them not eating salt came from.

Dear readers, do you know someone guilty of contempt towards an albino? Or are you guilty of it yourself? Handover that ritualist in your area. Save an albino today, take care of them! They are your neighbour with a pigment difference!

Have a nice weekend!

EGO!
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Will People Ever Be Too Busy for Gossip?

Have you ever wondered or thought to yourself if there would ever be a period in time where people would be too busy for gossip? Have you ever wondered about the number of people who talks about you in a day but have never spoken with you once? What is Gossip? Why do people gossip? Gossip is most times, a derogatory conversation about someone/some people which can lead to spreading uncensored sensitive information or hurtful judgements. WHY DO PEOPLE GOSSIP? - Some live on gossip. That is, certain people thrive and get their daily bread from gossip. It's a career for them and the media world has made that quite easy. You'd want to ask, how would someone make a living from publishing people's dirts, secrets and information? I would say, how much do you enjoy reading them? 4.5 rating? Definitely not less than. - Some people derive their self-confidence in discussing another. People who don't feel good about themselves have a temporary satisfaction about who they are when they gossip another. Do you feel that way? - Some gossip to lampoon and have fun. Yes, people derive joy in satirizing and dissecting another's struggle, past or challenge. Not a good way to be joyful. - Some people gossip by mistake! Lol! I have witnessed and heard it a lot. It simply means that someone's discussion came up in the middle of another. It was never planned to discuss A but her/his name got mentioned while discussing B or an issue. - People also gossip out of boredom, envy, to gain attention or out anger for someone who has hurt them! Is there anything as gossiping for the right reasons or 'healthy gossip'? No, there isn't I would say. Do you feel great listening to people's derogatory comments on other people's lifestyle or for any of the above listed reasons? Shift the focus from 'them' to YOU! It worked for me and it would work for you too! Then you'd know how to never feed the gossiper with curiosity, possible questions and how to change the subject. That's how to respond to gossip! It's not always wrong to talk about someone but it's always right to check the motivation/intent. Have a fabulous day! EGO! @egoscribbles - IG @ebukungbemisol1 - Twitter

Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker - Episode 2

. . .And there I stood, it wasn’t a dream. It was me staring into the bulging faces of Mama Seun and the beautiful ‘gbeboruns’ of No. 5 pretentiously referred to as neighbours. Staring at each other, we were both lost for words for few minutes. The meeting was so awkward and it was first of its kind in the history of my co-tenancy with Mama Seun. “Omo ilu mi, ma binu jare, na only you dey house?” Finally she said. I made a prolonged silent hiss motivated by anger and frustration. I was so mad at Mama Seun for spoiling my morning and sabotaging my sleep after all, I wasn’t the one she was looking for obviously. “Mama Seun, na only me dey house, wetin happen na?” I asked with a stern in my voice and a grin at the likes of Eliza, Mama Titi and Papa Chinyere; the clueless neighbours at my doorstep. “I dey go work o Mama Seun, wetin happen na. Answer the babe o.” Mtcheeeew! Yeye neigbour, I felt like smacking his head. Old man sha wan talk so tey him no sabi say na weekend we dey, abi person dey go work for weekend? *just wondering*. I let it stride without expanding the comment made by Papa Chinyere so it won’t become a distraction for Mama Seun to jump into. Papa Chinyere is one of my best neighbours in the compound. Maybe I like him because of his head sha. Bald-headed men trips me especially those with pot-belly; it somehow makes it interesting you know; and my one wish ever since I got my apartment at No. 5 was to get my hands on Papa Chinyere’s head whichever way even if it has to be the best way I know how to. I must before I leave the compound. “Ma binu jare omo ilu mi.” Mama Seun’s response cut my imaginations and threw me back into the reality of the moment. The woman can ‘famz’ for Africa. The ‘omo ilu mi’ ish is what always makes me tired of her. We both happened to share the same State and Town; the only thing we never shared was our Local Government Areas. She is from the South part, while I came from the North part and we just weren’t really close but she never ceases to maximize any opportunity she has with me to flaunt the fact that we came from the same state as if it was some Dubai visa. “I know say you go don vex since, no vex abeg. I no know say na you dey house na.” She continued. “So you no even know who dey house before you started shouting and screaming our names to come help you join in your matter?” Mama Titi added facing Mama Seun. “Abi o Mama Titi. Me dey waka go my room o abi na wetin?” Papa Chinyere turned to go. “Come make we help them settle this matter na. Papa Chinyere! Come back abi na wetin sef? Na only you waka come here? Shoo!. . .” “Ehn, Mama Titi, e don do abeg. No start another matter for my doorstep. Only you and Eliza don do to settle why Mama Seun dey bang my room early momo.” I lashed out facing each of them at a pause in utterance. “Sebi I don tell you say make you no vex na. Ma binu simi, we no fit fight na.” “I no vex o Mama Seun but who you con dey find?” I replied facing her. “Na Amaka” ‘Hehehehehehehe’. I laughed weirdly. Somehow, her response threw me off balance. Where con be the meeting of ‘a proper madman’ and ‘an occasional madman’? Maybe at the point of insanity sha. “Amaka no dey o. She has travelled since yesterday and I don’t think she would be coming back anytime soon that’s even if she’s coming back here at all.” I gushed out. “Itumo?” she asked eagerly in Yoruba. “Wetin happen sef Mama Seun? I screamed the words at her; I was already running out of patience but I couldn’t help but pity her. A typical local Yoruba wife looking for her man! “Well, Mama Seun, the itumo be say, Amaka ti travel, ‘mi o mo igba to ma wa’ or better still, ‘ko wa mo’. I emphasized. The only time I speak my mother tongue is when I’m being frustrated or loosing my patience with someone; but really is that the only time I should express myself in my mother tongue? But who cares anyways, I hate when you have to repeat something all over and over again. Only God knows where common sense has gone to in this country with some people! “Well, e be like say you go gimme her number o because I dey find my husband.” Now, I couldn’t contain my laughter anymore. Amaka and Baba Seun? I really don’t seem to understand. “But Mama Seun, shey you and Amaka don dey share your husband ni because I don’t understand what Amaka or Amaka’s number has to do with your husband?” “Me I sabi wetin I dey talk o plus God save her say I no meet her for house and help me tell her say if she like herself, make she no come back to this compound again o!” Now, I was really beginning to laugh real hard. Mama Seun na were but her madness no reach Amaka own. We both know she’s just bluffing. Somehow I seemed lost in her conversation, and the next minute, I was really feeling like I was in control of the whole situation. “Abeg, shey your husband dey miss ni abi wetin. Fill me in na, Mama Seun, na me o, your omo ilu?” . . . I was beginning to enjoy the whole scenario now. “Wo, leave me jare. The last time I saw my husband was yesterday morning before I go drop Seun for school and when I came back late in the evening from my outings, I couldn’t find my husband. I asked everyone, checked everywhere till Eliza told me that the last time she saw my husband was with Amaka. E for even better at least; na the way she saw them gave me concern.” Choi! Eliza the ‘loose’ girl. When I said she is loose, that’s what I meant. Loosed-mouth everywhere. She is the type you have to be secretive with or else, ‘your own don done for Africa.’ “How she con talk say she saw them o, Mama Seun?” I asked “Sebi Eliza sef dey here na, oya talk na.” Mama Titi interfered facing Eliza with seriousness written all over her face. “Erm! Erm! Erm!. . .” Hehehehehehehehe, that was Eliza stammering. Mama Titi and Mama Seun were wondering about the reason for her sudden slow in speech and were pressuring her to talk but ‘sebi na only sane person go sabi why insane man dey chop savage on top refuse dump.’ Indirectly, I sabi wetin dey make Eliza stammer. She no wan chop another dose of me, but whether she likes it or not, she must talk. Mama Seun won’t allow her not to and I won’t allow her to miss my dose either! “Erm, Erm, I saw Aunty Amaka putting a measurement tape around Baba Seun’s thing.!” “Ah! Lobatan o!” Mama Titi screamed “Which one con be thing na, you better talk well well.” Mama Seun screamed. “Erm, I mean say, Aunty Amaka was measuring Baba Seun’s thing.” She said, making gestural description. “Was she holding it or how she dey take measure am?” “Errrm! E don do o Mama Titi!” I lashed out. The woman too like male anatomy but people don’t see it because she gets to hide it well under her ‘spirikoko’ attitude but as Amaka dey take talk am, “Na one robber fit identify the other.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the whole scenario. Baba Seun isn’t Amaka’s type. Maybe whatever they were doing was misunderstood by Eliza and that one sef go hear am from me. “Well, Mama Seun, I would try and reach Amaka for you because her number is presently not available and whatever that was Eliza saw, I’m sure she misunderstood it.” “Okay o! Sha warn the stupid girl for me, make e no go chop poison one day.” She hissed and left. Wow! I just had a comic morning of my life. I just lied to Mama Seun about Amaka’s number not reachable but seriously what would she have said to Amaka if I had given the number to her? Well, na she sabi o! I entered my room to an annoying sound like a grunting of the pig! Yeah right! That was a man snoring on my bed; yet he has no potbelly and less fat, except for the thing in-between his legs. Been there, done well! Lol! “Bebe, come to bed now!” “Thought you still sleeping?” What kind of man snores and yet he is awake? I murmured to myself. “Been awake since jare! What was that about?” “Your wife is such a raging bitch you know. . .

Moving past that Thirst!

Have you ever been hurt that each time you remember, it hurts so deep? Or you've been hurt and it's so undeserved and you felt like taking a pound of flesh? That nasty feeling of revenge that comes when the thought of someone flips through your mind or his/her name is being mentioned around you? I know that feeling; felt it at different times and periods of my life. So many people have experienced being mocked, ridiculed or embarrassed in an unpalatable situation they got tied in and each time they cross-check that incident, they look forward to the day when they'd get to pay back that person in the same coin he/she did or maybe in a lesser coin or much more better coin. I found myself in that situation towards the end of last year. I saw somebody who had pushed me really to the extreme, trying to frustrate and prompt irrational reactions from me in not-too-comfortable situation that would enable me take a more cooler pound of flesh. The memory refreshed itself and there was a huge thirst for vengeance that I wanted to satisfy and then something tells me, EGO, that isn't you. I wanted vengeance so bad and I wanted to suppress it at the same time. I put a call through one of the very gems God has blessed my life with and she helped me through it. Even though the anger never went away for the next two days, I felt great afterwards because I never gave in. Have you wondered what could happen if you decided to satisfy the angst? What if it backfired and you end up being humiliated instead of you humiliating the other? The efficacy of the word 'let bygones be bygones' isn't in the saying but in the acting. It is never an act of weakness but an act of maturity. It is never easy to do but it's worth it when it's done. Never worry about what would become of that person who had hurt you. Stop thinking about what you'd do if he/she needs your favour or you cross paths in life. We do have these sayings, 'I hope we don't cross paths', 'I hope we don't have any favours to do each other', 'I hope she asks for forgiveness', 'I'd never forgive him/her.' All these sayings are so unnecessary and the earlier we stop waiting for them to seek forgiveness, the better we'd be with ourselves. Has someone offended you badly to the point where you wait for karma? Move past it! Forgiveness isn't for the offender but for you to be at peace and stop feeling miserable and furious! Remember, "hurting people, hurt people!" Have a lovely Tuesday! EGO(y)

Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker: EPISODE1

© 2015. Ebukun Gbemisola Ogunyemi ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker: Episode 1 “Come out now o! I no dey follow u play o! which kain nonsense be dis na?” “O o ni jade abi (you won’t come out now abi), ashawo, you don overchop dis time o! ‘Amuofia come out na o, ehn ehn!” Mama Seun was shouting at the top of her voice and banging the door at the same time. . . Sometimes, I wonder what type of microphone is rooted in the woman’s oesophagus. It was just 5.00a.m. in the morning; God knows that my sleep had been murdered; chai! Abi which kain gobe be this one on Saturday morning? I wasn’t lost in my thought that much when the iron hand and microphone-pitched voice of Mama Seun threw me back into reality. “Were, so o ni bo o de ni? (madwoman, won’t you come out) ‘Onyiara’, ‘Onyiochi’ . . . Papa Sola o! Mama Titi, Ada, Eliza! Make una come out o. . .” she continued to rant. Walking hastily to my door, I was full of laughter to the brim, this woman will not finish me for this compound. “Wetin eyes never see sef. . .? that’s my mind calming me; but wait o, “this smells bad, this one wey Mama Seun don dey alert everyone wey dey No. 5. . .” my other mind was warning me. . . but seriously who cares? I haven’t done anything to be worried for. Mama Seun’s heavy fist landed on my door again; I held the door knob, trying to open the door but God knows that my mind was long gone, one minute I am feigning ‘wetin she go do’, the other minute, I’m f**king scared and I don’t know which of the feelings is real but something tells me that na the fear real pass. “Shey if I no open the door, she go kill me? she go just frustrate commot na ni” I murmured to myself. Mama Seun is not one to be toyed with and ever since I became a tenant at No. 5, I have made it a point of duty to always stay in my own lane. I chuckled; “what’s so funny babe?” I said to myself. Nothing much really; (na me dey ask, na me dey answer). Anyways, I just remembered one of my real goons, a brother soon to blow in the music industry wey be say na only shikini time remain, his name is Bragadosa. That’s not his real name though, that’s one of his songs title, but that’s what I call him. He always says “na my lane I dey o”; very funny, but that slogan had kept my relationship with Mama Seun at a sane level. Where should I even start from? Mama Seun’s body structure can make Aki and Pawpaw piss for body if dem try nonsense. She’s black not dark, heavily built, 6.3ft tall with a broad chest that always make me wonder each time I see her, if she be gym instructor in her past life. She’s big from her chest side to the waist line, then from her waist, she con slim no be small. . . I can’t remember what body figure Amaka gave her body but I know say the figure number no dey this world. . . The worst part is she has small tits, like the size of fruit; the biggest size a fruit tree seed can ever be. Why do they even call that thing fruit sef? I chop that thing tire when I small, even till undergraduate days. After I don chop am finish, I go carry heavy stone to break it and eat the groundnut inside it. Hmmm (I sighed), Mama Seun’s tits can be small but she unbelievably fed four kids with that small thing. Choi! I don miss Amaka o, that girl na proper ‘were’, she can lampoon Mama Seun’s tits like crazy. She go talk say, “wetin Papa Seun dey hold sef?” and na true talk; the man hand big no be small, one hand is as wide as a plantain leaf. It can couple me and Amaka’s boobs together and the hand go still get space and no be fruit tits o! Proper B and C cups. . . Hmmm, I lifted up my eyes and caught the clock, it was already 5.30a.m., Mama Seun still dey shout for there; na she sabi, na when I wan open my door, I go open am. Walking back briskly into the room, Mama Seun’s voice began to intensify, she wasn’t the only one screaming this time, I could hear murmurings from neighbours. One voice that was distinct enough was Eliza’s. That girl can ‘gbeborun’ for Africa; I’m so sure she would be the first person to come out on Mama Seun’s call. Eliza and Mama Seun na 5 and 6; always together tending to their daily businesses, and guess what that is, gossiping of course. Me and Mama Seun would have been the closest neighbour at No. 5 but me being me, I don’t mix with ‘hybrids’, I do pure ‘werewolves’ or pure ‘vampires’ only; too much vampire diaries and supernaturals. Elizabeth turned Eliza, thanks to people like Mama Seun. Elizabeth is too ‘tush’ to pronounce, but Eliza is more Nigerian for her. I almost beat that babe one day, but na ‘tori’ for another day. Eliza already grew to like the way she’s being called. Wetin the yeye girl sabi before; ‘all eyes on me’ and ‘olasanmi’ no be the same thing? Eliza is a Senior Secondary School 3 student, she is Igbo, born only but bred in our area, she is popularly referred to as ‘Mama Seun’s Igbo Teacher’. Yea right; she is the one who teaches Mama Seun all her sickened Igbo insults she’s been vomiting since morning except that she is a good teacher and Mama Seun na terrible and poor student. Eliza is a black beauty, she’s sharp, intelligent, 5.7ft tall, slim but proportionally ‘hipful’ with a rounded perky breast which she flaunts about in transparent clothes without a girdle to hold them. She always reminds me of my young self back in the days. Her only defect is that she’s highly ‘loose.’ Lifting up my head from where I was seated, the clock sounded and then it dawned on me that it was 7.00a.m. already. I definitely have places to go to today and Mama Seun that I know would never retreat until I surrender. I decided to brace up to the fate at my doorstep, I walked smartly to the door in my hot night-wear, my hands on the door knob with an attempt to unlock it and there it was, I just did. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker is the first series on this writing blog. Thanks for visiting this blog. I’m glad and encouraged you took your time out to read. Guess you are impressed?. . . Watch out for the next episode on Monday, 19th Jan. . . You can follow EGO on; Facebook – Ebukun Gbemisola Ogunyemi Twitter - @Ebukungbemisol1

SABBATH INSPIRATION: Episode 1

Happy Sunday Fabulous Readers of The Social Malls with EGO! On the first episode of Sabbath Inspiration, I'd be discussing the essence of why you are dressed up this morning in preparation for the House of the Lord! Remember Hebrews 10:25.

Today, many Christians go to church, doing what they think it is to be done and living the supposed Christian life. Often times, we found ourselves growing up in a Christian home with that wonderful baptismal name, *the likes of John, Solomon, Rhoda etc.*, she is that beautiful voice in the choir, that actively involved youth, that prayer warrior and fasting guru, and that mentality of one automatically becoming a Believer sinks in.

It's being religious and most times, that's what the world views as being a Believer. Romans 10:10 says "For with the heart man believeth unto
righteousness; and with the mouth
confession is made unto salvation." This BP means that man becomes born again the moment he confesses the Lordship of Christ with his mouth and immediately he is a new creature, a believer (II Cor. 5:17). Our sins becomes forgiven and wiped off, which means God never remembers them. We are righteous and always righteous as the gift and grace to receive forgiveness in Christ whenever we sin is made available.

Finally, the Lord pleads with us, He wants us to enjoy the fullness of His plan for us and even in a little while, you'd be amazed how much peace and transformation the name 'Christ' brings (Rev. 3:20).

Decide to do that which is lawful for you and each day you'd be as closer as you could ever be to Him! Just as I'm growing thereby each day, you could too!

Have a fabulous service!

#EGO!

NBC: Trying to Stay Relevant? (Part 3)

In 2013, NBC also banned 8 musical videos and songs like Wizkid's 'Caro', Olamide's 'Stupid Love', Phyno's 'Ghost Mode', 'Gobe' by Davido, 'Voice of the Street' by Olamide and much more.

Dear readers, kindly bear in mind that I am not encouraging lewd sayings but this I must say;
(I)  Sometimes, it seems like NBC is 'being paid'. What happens to placing a ban on Tiwa Savage's 'Wanted' video? What about Ducan Mighty featuring Olamide 'Blow am'? Olamide's 'Story for the gods.'

(II) Maybe NBC should start banning musical promo wallpapers like MC Galaxy's 'Suku' and stop irrelevances.

(III) Or maybe NBC should stop reading meanings into the title of the songs. If NBC wants to claim 'what is  Shoki?' Then I'd say what the hell is 'Sekem?' What is 'Sho le?' What is 'Shekini ni ni?' Or what is 'Doro'? - Someone help tell DonJazzy he hasn't convincingly explain the term 'Doro'.

(IV) NBC should note that most of these celebrities enjoy the attention naija musicians give their selling points and them. Who cares why Oliver Twist was banned? 'Face like tiwa, booty like Toolz' in Sean Tizzle's 'Sho le'.  . . Why give a damn NBC when Toolz no complain? *just saying*

Dear NBC, free our artiste, if you can't  do a better job of regulating these songs before they turn viral online, on radios, tv stations and in our ears, stop disturbing our headlines and if you don't ban a single song in a year, we no go talk say you no sabi your job.

Finally in Don Jazzy's words, ". . . We're kinda used to it now. Ijebu garri no dey do advert but e dey sell.".  . As for me, 'shoki ni shoki.  .'

What do you think readers? Kindly make your opinions known in your comments.

EGO!

NBC: Trying to Stay Relevant? (Part 2)

Still on the matter, I decided to check up the meaning of 'lewd' and I discovered it means "crude and offensive in a sexual way." As it seems, I am a huge supporter of the regulative arm of NBC but I have not been a huge fan of their actions; not impressive to me. They are trying so hard to be noticed to me.

This I must say that 85% of Nigerians *children inclusive* listen to hiphops for (a) the beat (b) the artiste (c) the lyrics. This is what I mean, Nigerian hiphop music hasn't been all that bad with beats, all thanks to Masterkraft and many others. Most Nigerian musicians try to stay relevant in the music industry and in the hearts of their fans as they become propelled to release a single/album. This we also know that the likes of Time ya thrives on the beat and not the content as illustrated in his single Ukwu. More so, countless Nigerian hiphop listeners don't strive for the lyrics but the beat. All they need is something to shake their bodies to and songs like 'Sekem', 'Shoki' and much more, wowed Nigerians in that area. Another set of Nigerian hiphop listeners are the loyal fans who would continue to listen to 'Tu Face' or 'Tiwa Savage' or any other artiste even if he/she rant throughout the next album. There are some who actually enjoy the lyrics as you'd see them rapping with beaming smiles *guys especially*.

In 2011, 2Shotz's 'Super Man Dead' was banned for the use of the world 'Alomo' - NBC had better begin to ban paraga sellers 'cos what little child these days doesn't know 'Alomo' and seriously, what's even lewd about that? #Read Part 3!

NBC: Trying to Stay Relevant? (Part 1)

Good Morning Fabulous readers of "The Social Malls with EGO!". . . So glad you're here reading again today.

I did some cool internet-suffing yesterday with my popc's phone *yea right; that's what I blog with #covers face: I'm upgrading sooner though* . . . Anyways, back to the night tales; I strolled through nairaland *newly-acquired addiction*; there, I saw a news that caught my attention, the 'mumu' NBC at work again *you never read that o!*.

Anyways, NBC partially banned Lil Kesh's Shoki remix featuring Olamide and Davido. By partially-banned, I mean the song still gets to be aired but only at seemingly odd hours (10pm - 5am) *Lil Kesh is lucky right; some people got total ban*

As a passionate lover of music, I really don't dig hiphops but I do listen to them often *story for another day*, I took my time to go through songs banned by NBC in recent times past coupled with the lyrics of each song and I couldn't help but be amazed.

Nigerian Broadcasting Corporation (NBC) as a regulation board *they regulate what is broadcasted onradio and tv stations but that's not all that is to them*.

Lil Kesh who made his career debut with "Shoki" and "Lyrically" has suffered the same feat as other senior colleagues in the music industry and this makes me wonder, what's so lewd about the lyrics? Nothing I must say except for the fact that it added another dance twist to the Nigerian Hiphop list off invented dances.  #Read Part 2! 

Memoirs of a Repentant Hooker

Wow! This is my inaugural post and it feels so good writing through this medium.

It happens that my first post on this blog would be an introduction on a fictional series designed for your reading pleasure and entertainment and also, I must say that the series is officially my first online fiction.

It promises to be nothing less than exciting with the first episode coming up next monday, 12th January. I hope you will enjoy it while it lasted.

Keep a date with the series!

I'm sorry for lack of visuals for the series; *network ish* I promise whichevever way to attach it come Monday!

Gracias.

Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker

This is my first official post on this blog and I am so thrilled. It is a short introduction on an online fiction coming your way.


'Memoirs of A Repented Hooker' is a Web series coming your way this week on this blog. It's designed for your fictional and reading pleasure.

The first episode will be available next week Monday; 12th Jan. Make it a date as you enjoy the first official fictional series from EGO.

I can only hope you'd enjoy it. Keep your fingers crossed as you remain expectant.

Gracias.