A Guilty Nigeria

Dear Nigeria,

You have failed your people! You are nothing but a disgrace to other nations. Why art thou forsaken us? What have we done to be treated like a nobody that belongs to nobody? Why have you brought us this far without purpose? You have failed your people and you might never be forgiven. SHAME ON YOU AND YOUR DELEGATES!

Should we blame ourselves for being part of your existence? You and your political delegates have done nothing but succeeded in changing the innocent minds to wild minds! You have killed so many innocent minds and yet, the ones you give us as leaders have watched and still watching us suffer. Oh, my failed country! "Are we meant to be guilty of being part of that tribe instead of this tribe or being this tribe instead of that tribe"?
DON'T BE A COWARD! You have failed the ones that died for your existence! You have failed the people that believed you could do it, shame on you oh NIGERIA.

Your herdsmen are killing innocent people, destroying a whole society and the generation of the ones that are yet to prosper. Why art thou forsaken us? What have we done to deserve this pain as citizens of your Nation? You haven't only failed us, you have made us heartless and wicked! We no longer feel the death of our people, you have made us see these wicked and savage killings as a norm in our society. Oh Nigeria, you are a shame!

How unwise and daft are you? I hope you know your political delegates are incompetent, savage, wicked and thieves? Oh, you have failed us. You worth not to be in existence, the lives of the innocent ones that have died for you might never forgive you. SHAME on all the ones you put down as leaders, they care not about your people, they have no feeling and have no plans to make your Nation a better place. They have seen us move from pains to pains and yet feel nothing. Oh Nigeria, you are a shame!
Many are dying because of hunger, poverty has taken over in many rural areas in your Nation, yet, the brainwashed animals kill these people to prove how strong they are. How blind are you to all these things? Your youths are jobless! The old are getting older in poverty! What a shame you are, Nigeria!
Give us our conscience back! You have turned our backs against us! You have made us kill ourselves without reasons. Return the love you took, give us the good and passionate love you took! You have failed us! You are a shame!

"Where exactly are you headed" "Are you a country or you was a country? Send us the angel we have been waiting for. Give us life! Give us good political delegates and not fools! YES! We want freedom from the hands of the wicked and heartless animals in shape of beings. They have failed the young and the old ones of this stagnant Nation.

You are GUILTY, oh Nigeria!

One Night ( Hiv Awareness)

I wish I never allowed the thought. I wish I never met Bisoye, my friend. I wish I never came to this world as a girl but definitely, not all girls are wayward.
It was on a Friday night and the last Friday I was meant to spend in school with my girlfriends before I finally go back to my house in Ajah, Lagos. We were so bored and had nothing to do, we all prayed for the next morning to come early so we could leave and maybe meet up after we all get home. I was planning to go to bed when a call from a male friend came in through Bisoye’s phone. I gave no attention because I was so sleepy not until Bisoye’s screamed and tapped me to inform me about what Gbenga called her for. “Girls, let’s go clubbing” I got confused because we never had plan to go clubbing that night but was happy because I wasn’t going to die of boredom. I got up from my bed and we all got prepared for the club, one of the best in Lagos. Gbenga came to pick six of us some minutes after we got dressed.
After driving for almost 30minutes, we got to the club and everything was bubbling and making sense with the loud music, noise from people. I was happy I made it to the club that night with my girlfriends even though we had no plan nor had money to spend at the club but I knew Gbenga must have planned something big for the girls before the call. I wasn’t the party or clubbing type but I wanted to have fun before going back home and to meet my church chores because of my father’s position in our church. We all moved closer to the bar and we got ourselves drinks which Gbenga actually paid for. I noticed I was already shaking to Skale’s shake body song before I immediately snapped back to my real self. I looked at Bisoye, who was already dancing with a guy I haven’t seen with her before, oh well, we were at the club and such thing wasn’t new to me. After some minutes, I was the only one left on the seat near the bar with my half drank MOET bottle matching up with my glass of wine. “Hi” was the thing I heard from my back, I looked back and saw this lanky guy oozing out a nice smell. I was lost, I was dumb founded before I could finally reply him. I replied him while staring at him from his handsome face to his long legs, I smiled at him and intentionally gave him the type of wink Korede Bello gave in Dorobuchi video.
We had a chat for some minutes before we finally got ourselves a room at a nearby hotel. I left the club without informing any of my friends but I was glad I made it to the room with him because something I have always looked forward to was going to happen that night without any doubt. We got to the room and chatted while sipping from my glass, he noticed I was tipsy and maybe noticed how horny I was and how eager I was to feel him inside me. He moved closer and we started kissing, he kissed so good without stopping. After some minutes, he reached for my left breast, squeezed for almost a minute and finally removed my clothes and bra. I couldn’t stop him even though it was my first time, I moaned and couldn’t control myself as he kissed my nipples and felt his fingers inside. I stopped him after some minutes and told him I was a virgin, he stopped and looked at me with a disbelief expression, I gave a fake smile to ease his surprise at what I just said, he asked if I was ready, I nodded and we continued. I wanted him to use condom but he told me he wouldn’t enjoy it and I might not since it was my first time of having sex. I felt him inside me after some seconds, it was huge and hard because I stroked it before he let it out finally in me, I closed my eyes after the sweet sharp pain from his slow and deep thrusting. He kept kissing my lips, neck, nipples and didn’t stop. I held his head and stood up from the sweet sensation I felt after he played with my pussy with his tongue and finger. He kept thrusting in after he hanged my legs on his shoulders and glued my waist to the bed. I enjoyed the sex till he finally released.
I went home happy after that incredible night, I felt stupid and cheap but I enjoyed every minute with a guy I never saw or knew before that night. We had exchanged numbers before I left and we planned to make things work but after some weeks, his number weren’t reachable and I couldn’t reach him via his friend too. I wasn’t surprised because I knew and heard so much about lasgidi guys before what happened.
Some weeks later, I felt ill and noticed two boils around my private part which I haven’t seen before. I got scared and rushed to meet Bisoye maybe she could tell me what was happening and if she had seen something like that before, she advised i go for checkup which I did. “Omg, how is that possible? I’m HiV POSITIVE?” how? I cried from the hospital till I got home, the thought didn’t bounce on me easy, I couldn’t stop telling myself my new hiv status, I thought about the night I made love with the guy. I couldn’t stop shedding tears, I told Bisoye and it was after I informed her I got to know Bisoye had HIV too after she slept with the same guy after I did. I felt like killing myself, it was never what I planned for, a good night caused me all in my early life.
BECAREFUL, KNOW YOUR STATUS! USE CONDOM OR ABSTAIN TILL YOU ARE FINALLY READY.

Written by : Diji Aderogba
Twitter : @dijiaderogba

Job Interview - An Experience

It was just 6:47am when I a phone call from a friend woke me up from my lazy sleep, ofcourse I wanted to ignore the call but my China phone wouldn't permit me. I picked the call and it was Diji, my close friend. He called to inform me about a job interview he heard about from another friend but he wasn't interested, so he decided to push the job interview to another job seeker, me. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I missed the call but yet, I thanked God and my China phone for helping out. The thought about the job interview didn't leave my head, I was so eager to get the job and live a better life. 

Two days before the interview date, I went straight to a mini boutique to get a nice blue shirt & a tiny black tie so I could look nice and presentable at my dream office. "Will this fit me? Will I look take-away? Will a woman or man interview me?" all these questions kept popping up in my head but couldn't get an answer. 

I woke up 3am and couldn't sleep again. I rushed to my wardrobe to see if my ironed shirt and clean black shoe was still there, I opened the wardrobe and they both smiled at me and I reciprocated without wasting much time. I brushed my teeth with a new tooth brush and paste, had my bath with a new soap, sponge and crowned it all with a warm clean water. I finished dressing around 6:48am and I stepped out for my new task, the interview. "How on earth will I get to Lagos island from Ojota without getting stained or late?" I felt discouraged and asked myself when I saw the number of people rushing to get a bus, Keke Napep. I snapped out of the thought and joined the group of people since I couldn't beat them. I finally got a bus after wasting almost 20mins at the park but I was happy I got a bus atleast. I plugged in my earpiece and started playing some gospel songs which I haven't played for a while, I believed God was with me so I kept jamming the 2 gospel songs I had on my phone. After some minutes, I got infront of the new office and all I saw was a very big building, painted with a brown and cream colour. I got scared but never showed it since I was already there for the mission, I entered the building and the receptionist directed me to where my fellow job seekers were. "OMG"! I shouted as I opened the door, the people noticed and I acted like I wanted to fall but regained myself. I smiled at the frowned, ugly, beautiful faces staring at me. I sat down directly under the AC so it could cool my hot brain before the interview. 

After some minutes, a young beautiful lady stepped out from a room and called my name. "Jide, is Jide here?" I jumped up and shouted "Yes oo, Yes ooo, ma I'm here." I laughed at myself after I noticed the way I shouted, I was so lost in thought before the tiny voice got me back to life. I followed her to another room and I saw 3 ladies and 1 man. "Have your seat sir" the man said with a smile on his face. "How can you talk to a fellow man with a smile"? I stupidly thought he was gay but dropped the thought so as to get started. I sat down and put my file on the table to show them I was ready for their questions. 

"I like your dressing sir" one of the young pretty girls said with a catchy smile, I smiled back and mistakenly gave her the type of wink Korede Bello gave in Doro Bucci Video. They started with their questions and I gave them back "Hot Hot" like I set the questions for them. It was getting interesting and almost over when one of the ladies asked me what "A passive information is" I looked at her like I was the interviewer, I paused and swallowed my saliva, I smiled and explained to her confidently and knew I said nothing but the correct thing. They all looked at themselves and I noticed how lost they were but acted like I knew nothing. "You are wrong sir" she said. I felt stupid for a minute and thought about what I said, I explained again and she said same thing. We argued for some minutes before they finally told me to go and expect a call from the company within a week or 2. I packed my bag and went out of the office, a part of me felt sad while another felt confused. I took a bus back to my house after spending 8hours at the office for a 14min interview.

I got home tired, picked up my note and checked the answer to the question about passive info, I was correct and I felt so relieved immediately I knew. I waited 3weeks and finally lost hope in the interview I went for. 

Sometimes, the interviewers are wrong but instead of learning, they act like gods. 

Written by Diji Aderogba 

Twitter : @Realbabymouth  

My Diary For God - Cancer Awareness

My Diary - ( Cancer Awareness) 

12/4/2006 

Dear GOD

My name is Grace and I'm 16, I know you know me but I hope you get to know me more via my writings to you. I clocked 16 yesterday and was diagnosed with cancer of the liver at the hospital yesterday ( Smiles). Only God knows why I must face this life challenge but I pray to get healed and be strong for my family, friends and relatives. I keep wondering why and how I got myself into this, I'm only 16 and I already have a strong battle to fight? You know better. 

*Pause* Dear God, what exactly is my offence? I hear you say nothing and getting to know this is my fate. I wish to go back to school, be strong to help mum out with her petty trade business, I dream always to be a great person in the future but will I ever get to see the future? *Tears drop, wipes tears*....

1) I wasn't born with a silver spoon

2) I have no father again but just 1 hardworking mother who's also suffering from sickle cell disease.

And now I have to fight the battle of cancer? (Smiles). 

For the 1st time in my life, I saw sadness on my mother's face yesterday at the hospital, I felt her pain of being a mother to a young determined child diagnosed with cancer of the liver ( 1st stage).

What if I die? What if I survive? What if? What if not? (Tears drop). Will I ever keep this as a secret to my classmates? Friends? Will they love me more or hate me more? GOD, help me, I know you can.... Help me lord. 

*Closes book* 

12/11/2006

Dear God,

Are you there? Can you give me some minutes to talk to you? I'm too weak to write for long but please give me some minutes. I'm writing this on my bed, my bed in the hospital. It has finally happened and ain't scared to give up now God. I have been in the hospital for 3months now and I haven't enjoyed one single day in this place. All I see is tears, confused and sad faces, I have put more sadness in my mother's life than the happiness I have always wanted to put. Is this my fault? Who should be blamed? God? Life? Cancer? Me? My sins? I need answers from you.... *Groans* Can you feel the sharp pain I just felt? Lord, heal me, I'm in pains (Tears).... 

I see different faces of cancer patients everyday, the young and the old. If you are truly God, why watch these people suffer like this? I believe you have a reason but why keep it unknown to everyone? I hope you take me soon so I could ask you many questions but lord, heal me fast if that's the future plan. I'm in pains! *Tears* 

I have never for once thought of how many people feel pains everyday till I got to this place, I wish you could give the healthy ones so many reasons to give thanks for being healthy. 

I have to go now, I hope you get this letter... Surgery period getting closer. 

*closes book*

12/7/2007

3rd stage, I have no hair again. (smiles) I have seen a new me, a thin, pale, weak Grace. Everything seems new to me lord. I have given up finally, my dreams are shattered already and I have accepted my fate. 

God, I know you see my heart and know how much I want to be strong for my people but I'm weak and in pains, take me oh lord. The pains are getting much. I'm too young for this but before you finally take me, I need you to

1) Be with my family

2) heal the sick ones and relief the pains in them

3) teach people to be grateful because people in the hospital don't ever want this place as home but should I say we are the unlucky ones? 

4) Watch over my mother and keep my siblings so they can make her proud and give her the happiness I never gave her.

Cancer is a bad sickness and many people are battling with this illness everyday. I wish I could get well for a day and go out there to create more awareness but I see the other side already, I want to feel pains nomore, I want to rest.

Dear mother, siblings, I'm going to miss you all and forever be with you. End time! 

*Closes book* 

Grace died after some days, she was strong for her people but it was too late for her to change things. Cancer is a bad thing but many are suffering from different types, they don't want it but they have to fight till the end. I pray for ultimate healing for all cancer patients.

Create more awareness and show them love. 

Written by Diji Aderogba

@Realbabymouth

Letter To Ese

Dear Ese,

Have I failed you as a brother? How do you see me now? Like a brother who don't even care about your well being? If yes, what can I do to change the thought? I have been up since I heard about what you have been through in an unknown house with a wicked old man since you were 13. Wait?! Since last year? Oh Ese, all you wanted was good education and a bright future but? But? Who should we blame for this Ese? Mother and daddy for being poor? The government? The people?

*Ese Please Answer Me* (Cries).

You should see how Nigerians are fighting for your come back Ese, we have missed you. Mother can't stop crying, siblings and friends can't stop weeping.

Ese! Ese!! Ok, please answer me. "Will you ever get over the trauma? Will you ever forgive the country and the useless old fool that did this to you? Ese! Ese! Stop crying, I have failed you but please, make our parents, friends happy again. Think of how mama tried her best to give everything despite not having.

Ese, I can't hold the tears from falling. I have to stop here, my ink is running out and I have no money to buy another. We love you Ese, you are not Aisha, you are not bride Ese, you are our own!

Dear Mama Ese,

Stop shedding those tears anymore mama. I just wrote to ESE about how we have been fighting for her release. Guess what? ESE is free! She's coming home!!! ( smiles) . Mama, common, we need to be strong for our little daughter.
*See see mama see* See Ese's beautiful picture when she was 10. She's happy about her come back mama. Freedom at last mama, Freedom!

Dear Old Man,

You are a big disgrace to your tribe, religion and generation. You have failed your religion, tribe and people. You are a depiction of SHAME! Ever thought of getting a pay back? Don't you have children? Ok, ever put your shoes in Ese's shoes since you..... You shall reap whatever you sow.

No to ChildAbuse!

Dear Nigerians.

Thank you for creating Awareness... Let's build a Nation of Rule of Law!



Written by : Diji Aderogba
Twitter : @Realbabymouth

ABUJA

ABUJA

Abuja, a place for the weak and strong beings.

Demoralizing the poor and empowering the rich.

Extravagant blood mixed with hot sweat.

Disvirgin the holy hearts.

Injustice lost but found.

Justice found but lost.

Independence at last to Abuja.


Written by Diji Aderogba
Twitter : @realbabymouth

BELLA (Rape Awareness)

My name is Bella and I'm not AFRAID to say IT.

Should I be scared of talking about what people need to know? Shouldn't I talk about what happened to me while I was in the University of ******, Nigeria? I have thought about it and I want Nigerians, Africans and the world to know about this evil act.

I met Jide when I was in my 200l in the university. Jide was a tall, handsome and intelligent boy but I never knew he could be so wicked and self-centered. I was a student of Mass-Comm and he was a student of Psychology but that didn't stop our relationship from working. Everybody knew about our relationship, girls were jealous and even some gay guys were wishing Jide was theirs. Jide seemed to be the perfect guy, he had everything I wanted in a guy but? I was wrong. He always wanted us to be together, maybe to show me off to his friends? I really didn't know but he always wanted that. Oh, before I forget, I was a VIRGIN when I met Jide ( Yes, a 200l mass-comm girl was a VIRGIN). Making love with guys wasn't the problem but not seeing a guy to sex was my problem but when I met Jide, I knew it was time for me to do it.

I wasn't sure he knew about my Virginity status and I made sure I didn't tell him, all I wanted was for him to find out himself. He was caring, loveable, respectful and proud to have me as his girlfriend. Some of my friends were jealous but I never gave so much attention to whatever they had in mind because i loved Jide so much. "Will you go to club with me this night"? Jide said this to me via a phone call. I didn't know what to reply but I gave a positive answer at the end of the conversation. I looked forward already, told my friends to pick clothes for me so I could choose for the night.

Jide came to pick me up at 9pm in my hostel and we went straight to a club outside school. I wasn't sure of what I was doing, I knew it was wrong but I followed because I loved my boyfriend. "Jide? Clubbing"? Questions popped in my mind as he drove to the unknown club. I killed the thought immediately so I could enjoy myself at the club. We got to the club, been my first time ever, everything looked strange, the slopes, the bar, different people dancing and drinking. I was happy and at the same time scared about the decision I made to follow Jide but I trusted him more. "What will you drink Miss"? Jide asked and I said anything. I drank so much that night I got intoxicated and a part of me knew I was in for something.

Jide didn't bother driving back to school but to his home. We got home and I told him to take me to a room so I can sleep since I was very tired. After some hours, I heard a knock on the door
*He PUSHED ME, BEAT ME & RAPED ME*
I couldn't believe what happened that night and I shed tears all through the night. I was raped by my lover! I was raped by the one I trusted so much! I got back to my hostel and couldn't tell anybody about what happened at Jide's house. I kept shedding tears since I couldn't tell no one. I thought about the mocks that would come from friends and people, the stigma.
I didn't stop bleeding after some days, so I called Jide to inform him about the situation. "Don't ever call me again" that was the only thing Jide said to me on the phone. I couldn't stop the tears from coming down from the eyes, I was cheated on, was taken for granted from the person I loved.

My parents got to know about the bleeding since I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I told them what happened between Jide and I but Jide denied everything that happened between us when asked by the school authorities. I missed the whole session due to the pain that came from been raped as a Virgin.

Stop RAPE! Men that rape are animals! Take them to Zoo... I had my faults and I regretted them after. Stop RAPE!

Written by Diji Aderogba
Twitter : @realbabymouth

February 14

*Sighs* Maybe I shouldn't do this? Will she blame me for not doing this? Oh, I wish my Rachael was here with me. Ok! *Wipes face*.... I think I have to share my story.

"14th of February, 2012"

At about 12:01am, my phone rang, it was Rachael! Wow! I picked up without hesitation and smile written all over my face. We discussed how we were going to see during the day since it was a free day for both of us. Although, we haven't started dating but we knew what we wanted from each other. I planned to ask her to be my lady on February 14 since it was a day of nothing but love. I couldn't sleep, I was looking forward to her visitation, to see her beautiful face, distinct smile and hear her heart smelting voice. I woke up as early as 7am just to clean my house since I was staying alone ( bachelor life, as they say). Everything was set! I called Rachael to know about her movement and she told me she's left home already, wow! I couldn't sit, couldn't concentrate on anything, all I wanted was to be around Rachael and tell her how much I had fallen inlove with her and the most pivotal thing, ask her to be my woman.

After some minutes, my phone rang,it was Rachael, i rushed to the door thinking Rachael was at my door but to my surprise? I didn't see anybody not to talk of Rachael so I decided to call her back "Hello, where are you now? I really can't wait to see you dear..... "Hello, is this kunle? Sorry, the person with this line just had an accident, she's dead.

Dead was the last thing I heard.

"Before February 14"

I met Rachael during my last year in the university. I couldn't keep my eyes off this girl when I saw her in Front of my departmental building. Her beauty captured me like a weak giant, her smile could heal the sick, her body shape? A portrayal of "Perfection". Some weeks later, we became so close! She was a 300level engineering student while I was in my final year ( Masscommunication) department. Rachael possssed everything I have always wanted in a girl, her character/Personality can't be compared to any. Everybody thought we were dating, I thought also but we weren't. Although, we were so close. I was shy to tell Rachael how I felt about her, I didn't want a NO for an answer. I kept complating about her love for me or let me say, my love for her. No doubt, we had a nice time together.

"After February 14"

She died! Rachael died on Valentine's day! A day people see as "Love day". I never told her how much I loved her, how much I cherished her, how much I cared! I was about to but death took her away. A day I was meant to make her smile, make her feel more better and loved. I was shy to express how I felt, I regret I didn't tell her how she changed my life, how she made me love LOVE. "People appreciate people much more when they are gone" I think I did! I never took my chance and I regret not telling the one I loved so much how much I loved her.

Valentine is a special day of showing love to everybody regardless of who they are and what they do. People like me ( Shy to express love) are many out there and they later regret their action when they see that loved person no more. Love is a beautiful thing? No doubt but it must be said, expressed to the right person and at the right time before it becomes too late.

I waited for February 14 not knowing that was the day my Rachael was going to leave and not come back to me again. I regret my silence.

Love someone today, tell him/her how much you love him/her and grow the love. Love is a beautiful gift from God.

Written by Aderogba Adediji
@Realbabymouth

WHO IS DONJAZZY?

I had nothing on my mind before I slept yesterday night but surprisingly, I woke up with the question "Who's Donjazzy"? "Could this be a joke or am I just silly this morning?" I asked myself but couldn't get a cogent answer or a reason why the question kept popping up on my mind. I decided to "sleep" so I could forget the thought about Donjazzy but it failed! I couldn't close my eyes not to talk of sleeping so I stood up, picked up my phone and started "Sleep Typing"... 

Who is Donjazzy? 

To be very honest? I know who donjazzy is but I don't even know who he is. Stupid? Surprising? I don't even know! Little or nothing do I really know about Donjazzy but I know him to be very hard working, jovial, humble, kind to people, the timid one....... I think I truly know who Donjazzy is but hey?! I still don't know. ( Laughs ) and HEY! Yes! Donjazzy is a man of Virtue! Ok, to be very honest, what do I know about this man with the name "Michael Collins" but generally known as "Donjazzy". Sometimes before now, I used to wonder how he came across the name or how he formed the name himself. Ok! Imagine I was eating, drinking and I jumped up to say "YES! Call me Donjazzy"! ( Laughss) .... For Michael to form that name? He must have seen what most of us ( fans) didn't see. 

I heard he was once a guard at Mc'Donalds in UK or is it US? *Confused* anyone ( laughs) and I kept wondering at a time why a "Used to be guard" named himself "Donjazzy"... Definitely, I say again, he must have seen or experienced some things that changed his thoughts.

Who exactly is Donjazzy? 

In one word? I will say he's a "BOSS"! Like it or hate it, Michael is a BOSS a.k.a "JAGABAN". I was in jss2 or 3 when I first heard the name "Donjazzy" but I didn't hear it that way but I heard it this way "It's donjazzy again" and I got so attracted with the name and brand. I won't lie to you people, Dbanj made me love the name, brand, personality of DONJAZZY! Consistent "It's Donjazzy Again" made me love the man more and after I heard "Why Me" I became a true and die hard fan of Donjazzy and mohits but.........

Donjazzy has worked with so many talented musicians ( IkeChukwu, Dbanj, Wande coal, Kayswitch etc) and still working with some set of talented ones ( ReekadoBankz, Korede bello, Di'ja, Tiwa Savage, Dprince) and I must say or let me say, we must be honest "He's helped them all to achieve in this music industry"... No doubt, the Mo'hits breakup pained many but moving on was the best thing. Donjazzy might have his flaws but he's still a great man everybody look up to. 

Have you met this man before? ( Reality o, social media o, in your dreams oo) have you? If no then please try because it worth it. The first time I saw donjazzy was in one of my dreams and he showed how humble and kind he is to me via my dream. Donjazzy is a man of virtue! He's a gift! He's a blessing to many souls both known and unknown individuals. 

NOTE::: No matter what you do or who you are, people will definitely hate! 

I followed donjazzy on twitter some years back and ever since? He's showed me many reasons to believe "You can be great, famous, wealthy and still be humble"..... Quickly, let me give a shout out to 2face Idibia and T.W.O ( these people are of the same set #Humility). Michael Collins known as Donjazzy is dripping of Humility. I'm sure if I ask many Nigerians why they like Donjazzy, they might list many reasons but won't ever forget to add "Because he's humble noni". So many scenarios where you expect him to flare up but he won't but rather use words like "Egbon or say Give me my credit" ( Laughs )..... But forgetting those moments? Donjazzy is an humble being! 

Again, who's Donjazzy? 

Jazzy is talented! Oh my G! That big headed man is super talented! Wait! Let me count how many dope beats he's produced, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6..... 80, 81, 83.... No doubt, he's one of the best producers if not the best in Nigeria. His nose and head might be big but common, they aren't big for nothing. Big S/O to banky W too, those guys head BIG! Ok let's go back to Donjazzy. With his fingers, God has blessed so many artistes with awards, recognition, endorsements etc so why won't you give kudos to this man? Don't hate! GIVE KUDOS to him! I'm not saying all these to flatter anybody but when you see a talented one, say it! Have you listened to WandeCoal's "M2M" album? No? Please go back and listen. To me? Donjazzy made his best beats for WandeCoal but what happened after all the time he put? *Coughs* Never mind! 

Another info about Donjazzy? Oh well, he's a blessing to many! Let's talk about helping artistes. He's helped so many youngsters ( the known and unknown, the signed and unsigned). I remember when donjazzy signed Reeky, Korede and Di'ja. I saw it as a waste of time or a way to urgently pay back but the first set of songs from these youngsters didn't go well for me at all. See now? They are doing very well. Reeky bagged "Next Rated", Korede made a jam "Godwin, Romantic" and Di'ja doing fine too. Why some people hate Don is what I don't know. He might have his flaws ( we all have) but then, don't forget everything he's done for the industry and the people of the industry. NO doubt, he's a figure to look up too. "His head is big, I Concur, his nose to big I concur) ... *Laughs*...

Simplicity? You can't take that away from Don! Hear me, you don't have to wear Gold Chains before your fans or anybody knows about how wealthy you are. I have seen Donjazzy many times and I salute his simplicity in all ramifications! This feature? I won't mind stealing it from Don! 

Talk about his social media interaction with his fans? The best! Although, any celebrity can sit behind the so called handle and try to be humble or try to love his fans but common, Donjazzy is exceptional when it comes to chatting with his fans and making them happy. I'm a follower on twitter, facebook and instagram so I know almost everything he's done for people. *Even though I have won most of the things he's shared*.... I'm sure fans like him more because he's one of the few celebrities that gives his fans attention. 

Let me say this before I drop my phone because I'm sleepy... Donjazzy is a very SHY being and the shy person is the boss of one of the best record labels in Nigeria/Africa "Mavin Records" a home to ( Tiwa Savage, Reekadobanks, Korede Bello, Dr sid, Dprince)  Ok! Bye! 

I still don't know who Donjazzy is but I think I do! 

*Drops phone, jumps on bed, covers body*

Written by @RealBabymouth

Aderogba Diji. 

7 days to my WEDDING

NOTE::: This is a fiction but it happens! Let's learn from this!

My name is David and I write this for everyone to learn from my story.

I met Precious on Twitter 4 years ago and we became friends. I woke up everytime to give thanks to God for bringing Precious to my TL and life at that particular moment in my life. Reason? Precious was pretty, had a nice attitude and I could say, she was caring! We met on twitter like I said earlier and we became close after some months. We talked to each other more than 5/6 times everyday and really, communication between us made so many things worked out. She was a banker in GTB and I worked as a contractor for a big company in lagos too, so living in the same state also helped our friendship. After some months of sending messages via twitter, calling each other, I decided to propose a date to her and she agreed! YES, she did! I was happy about the agreement not because of anything but because I was going to see her in reality and feel more of the friendship. I made arrangement of us seeing in one of the biggest and finest hotels in lagos ( IKEJA ). "As per the rich young lagos dude".

I left for the hotel on a Friday night and believe me people, I dressed like it was my wedding or like I was meeting the United States president for the 1st time. I got to the hotel and called Precious to inform her about my arrival and she told me she was already on her way so that gave me more confidence and happiness. After an hour, I called her and asked where she was but unfortunately, she said something happened and she couldn't make it that day. I got angry but was it the love that calmed me down? I would say yes. I left the hotel and went back home straight i.e I wasted my fine clothes. The next day, she called me very early in the morning and apologised about what happened and she asked if she could come over to my house. "My House? You really want to come to my house?" I asked her without keeping how happy I was and she replied, Yes.

I heard a knock on my door after some hours, guess what? It was Precious! It was Precious! I opened the door and I felt like I opened for queen Elizabeth, I didn't know what exactly to do, to hug? Shake? Kiss? I got confused! I smiled and hugged her and welcomed her to my house. That day? One of the best days in my life! I saw my "twitter friend", I told her how I felt about her and she couldn't deny how she felt for me too. The day went but didn't go like that, we started dating! We became so close and everyone around me knew how much I liked Precious.

After some years of dating, I took Precious home to introduce her to my people. Yes! I introduced her to my family as my lady, my girl and my everything. She was liked by everyone. That day? I believed in the say "First Impression last longer".. I was happy things were going on fine with us and after some days, I proposed to Precious and she said YES!

*Dear guys, believe me, that moment could be the happiest day of your life but it's the beginning of another life*

Anyways, Precious said yes to me and we enjoyed the day with each other just to celebrate our new stage in life. ( We made love that night )... Wow, making love with the one you love so much? The best! Believe me people, everything went well! I wouldn't believe if someone told me I would meet a girl with such beautiful character online but anyways, I did!

We started preparing for introduction since both parents knew what was going on and who we were to each other. The day arrived so fast and we had our introduction in a grand way but with few people. Wow! Everything looked good! I felt like a man! I felt it was time for me to settle down with my girl, the lady I see my future with, the lady that will give me the most precious gift ( My Child )... I called Precious after some weeks and told her about picking a date for our marriage. To my surprise people, she acted too cold about what I said but I didn't give much attention not because I didn't care but because, I thought she was just scared of life commitment so I made her think over the whole issue. We went to her parents and we picked a date ( August 5, my birthday!) I was happy! I saw the future infront of me.

Preparation started! Things started turning around and I was lost. Precious started avoiding my calls, text messages and again, I never gave much attention because I knew how girls prepare for marriages so I thought she was busy. My lady changed! Her attitude changed! I was lost with everything that was happening but I was busy preparing for my wedding.

I decided to go to Precious's house to know what was going on with her and get updated about her preparation since it was a week to our wedding day ( 7 days ). Was it God that trapped them? Was it foolishness? .... I opened the door without knocking and I saw my lady making love with another man in the living room. OMG! OMG! I almost fainted, I was totally lost! I went blind for seconds but guess what people? They saw me and didn't stop the love making. I rushed out and drove recklessly back home with an empty mind. I couldn't stop the tears, I couldn't take away the scenario of what I saw. I wept all through the night.

"Hello boy, I'm sure you were shocked yesterday when you saw me making love with another guy? Lol, you must be a fool for believing I will marry you. Anyways, you can quit the marriage or act like you saw nothing and move on with the wedding so as to keep yourself from getting mocked by your people. I have my own man abroad, I had a child for him before he went so?? *laughs* Sorry boy"...

That was the message I woke up to. I couldn't stop the tears, I shed tears all through the day and night. 7 days to my "Supposed happy day" I encountered sadness.
If such happened to you, what will you do?

Who should I blame? Myself? My instinct? Precious? Twitter?

Written by @Realbabymouth
Aderogba Adediji.

Trip To America.

I couldn't sleep nor doze. I woke up 2am since my flight to America was fixed at 5pm. The thought of how my first trip would be actually captured me like a weak fighter or better still, a weak slave. "How would my trip be"? "How plane big reach"? I couldn't stop asking myself some questions but I just knew I was travelling that day. I told no one about my plan to travel to America not because I didn't want to but wouldn't want what happened to me when I told my Friends I was travelling to Benue some weeks back and after all, nobody helped me with the visa lottery so I told no one! I couldn't sleep from 2am, I was to eager to see the brighter side of the morning so I can fully get prepared for my journey to the airport. Trust me guys, I bought special clothes for my travelling, a new shoe, new boxer, underwear just to look and seem so clean since I was going to OBODO oyinbo for the 1st time. Anyways, I told 2 of my villagers.

I started my journey to lagos, I left home 6am! Yes! 6am! My home wasn't attractive to me anymore, my neighbours suddenly looked local to me. Oh well, I was travelling to where most of them want to go, so? I left! *Laughs*. God punish traffic jam wey wan disturb me that day, I started praying to God not to miss my flight, could it be the work of my villagers? Had I known, wouldn't have told them. After some minutes, we left the traffic jam and I alighted in front of the airport. 

*JESUS*! I said to myself. Am I still in Nigeria? Do we have white people in Nigeria too? I asked.... I summoned courage and walked straight to the counter to show my documents, get checked and walk straight to the boarding room. Getting to the counter, I met this young beautiful lady talking like the people I see in Hollywood. It was my turn, I almost "Urinated" on my self, I was shaking like I was about to be sentenced to jail. "Good Morning sir" she said, "Good am Sisi eko" I smiled, guess what? I wanted to "To she" i.e toast this young lady. She smiled and checked my documents, you can go there so they can check your loads, I never paid attention, I was so attracted to her beauty but got problem with her accent because it sounded different from what we speak in Warri. I moved though, I was checked and I moved to the boarding room after I argued with them about travelling with my tubers of yam, local herbs etc. 

Boarding started around 4:10pm, my GOD! I got confused when I entered the plane for the first time. I would have ran back after seeing different people but it was too late. My seat number was 15b. 15b? 15b? I was shy to ask because I didn't want to embarrass myself so I went straight down like I used to do when I was in primary school, always at the back not because of my height but because I no sabi book. I was lucky to set my eyes on these tiny numbers written above each passengers, I smiled and rushed to my seat so I won't meet anybody there. I got to my seat and my abroad dream got so real, I changed my look, I felt like a chairman so fast. After some minutes, a young fat man asked for the permission to pass so he could sit beside me, I looked at him from his head to toes and allowed him. Damn! This man smelt like a spoilt fish, I couldn't keep how uncomfortable I was, could this be a punishment from my people at home again? I ignored so as to enjoy my flight.

After some minutes, a white lady came to give instructions but I didn't hear what she said but I heard something about switching off phones but wasn't sure. I looked at my village delegate and asked about the phone thing, he said "Please switch off your phone so as to avoid plane crash"... Plane what?! I brought out my phone, switched off, removed the battery, removed my sim card and removed the key pads. We took off! I felt like vomiting when the plane moved up, I didn't know whether to pray or sleep. I decided not to sleep since it was my first time of travelling and not just travelling, a journey to USA!!!! I was happy but got sad when hunger set in! There was nothing like "Bus stop" to buy gala and coke, I couldn't concentrate anymore so I summoned courage to call one of the hostesses since the fat goat beside me was already asleep and snoring. I stood up, shouted and pointed "Heeeessss, hessssss, Yes you! You" everybody paused and looked at me like I was the real MVP. The hostess came and I told her about my hunger without shame, Infact! I smiled! "Please can do you guys have Gala or okin biscuit? Or anything please, I'm so hungry ma. "Sir Sir, please be seated, actually this is the button you press if you need our help." I looked embarrassed but my hunger didn't make me give a damn. "Sir, we will serve soon so please bear with us".

After we got served, stomach problem attacked again. Could this be from my villagers again? I asked myself. I went to the back and asked where the toilet was. I went inside and got more confused. No water inside the WC, all I saw was dry WC, soap, tissue, mirror. *Sighed* Lord, why hath thou forsaken me so soon? I said to myself. Since I didn't know what to do, I prayed to God to make me keep the "Poopoo" till I get to yankee so I went back to my seat. 

Some minutes later, I released gas! Everybody reacted and I joined them. The smell mixed with the cold atmosphere and everything blended. I enjoyed my journey no doubt. The pilot announced about the arrival and i got more excited! YES! Finally, I got to USA! 

We stepped down from the plane and to be very honest, I said this " My parents are not good, why have sex in Nigeria when there is abroad". Everything changed! I saw another world! I saw different people! Different airport! I settled my loads and I was walking into the states when I woke up.

"Man! Stand up, we have to get to market, we never buy clothes wey we go sell" ..... It was my colleague that woke me up.

Written by Aderogba Adediji

Twitter : @Realbabymouth

"1948"

This story was written by a Nigerian man (Hussain) who stood for his people during the days of invasion in 1948.  ( Fiction )

"1948"

I was one of the poor young Nigerians who never had a chance and privilege to know what most people refers to as wealth. My parents were poor! We had nothing! Growing up in a remote town (Village) then was fun and at the same time, horrible! My village was small but filled with wonderful people who had nothing to be happy about but yet lived happily. We had nothing but crude oil. The white men made enough money through our crude oil and gave little to our selfish leaders who only cared about their pocket/s. We enjoyed nothing under their government, it was all about them and not us. Our rivers, houses, markets were all affected through bad pipelines and yet, our chiefs didn't care to do something since they had shares from the white men.

Only few children had the opportunity to attend schools. Many couldn't go because they had no money or had no one to send them to school even though they wanted to. I was part of the young ones who had the privilege to go to school not because my family had the money but because we lived as slaves under a white man, Mr Pelkings. He was a military man, also part of the top leaders in our region. I never wanted to go to school, I always wanted to visit the pipelines and steal crude oil and sell so as to have some money to take care of my old sick mother but I made use of my privilege well.

More white men trooped in to manage our crude oil business and to rule over us. We had no choice because they were responsible for everything we had then and they gave us life. Many men in my village were used as slaves, beaten, killed under these white people without sympathy. Everything started to change, our chiefs never cared! They were subjugated by the white men over their thirst for graft because they depended from hand-to-mouth stipend they occasionally bestowed on them. 

The people in my village couldn't take the treatment from the white men anymore so we decided to form a resistance movement against the white man's oppression, the maltreatment which strikes from within. We were ready to die for our cause; our freedom but sadly we were lacking the armament of modern welfare. The white men knew of our concealed plot and the security grew thrice the previous security consciousness, the situation dire while suspected ursurper were arrested without trial. I ran away from my master because I wanted dialogue not war. I went straight to Chinedu's house ( the leader of the youths) who wanted to lead the War against the white men but he never listened to what I wanted to say. I was with my parents when we heard the sad news about the young ones that attacked the white men at the region gate. Some were slained, some were held hostage! Others suffered from serious injuries, a complication from mutilated body parts. 

I was enshrouded in gloom and decided to fight and stand against the oppressive invaders. All I wanted was freedom! Nothing but freedom!

One sad morning, we heard gun shots around the markets. It was the white men who came with a brute force to sack down the market and touched, numerous souls were slained! Old and young ones were killed! Our sisters, mothers, wives were raped and killed infront of us. It was a sad day in 1948, our schools turned to barracks, our houses were destroyed, our people were killed! It was a morning of sadness, agony and pain. We became more angry and we fought for our rights but lost every precious things to the war, we were left with nothing! Our people died during the fight for freedom, many injured and many lost their family members through this war.

Our leaders failed us because of money, we were left with nothing! We suffered from what was meant to be our source of joy, there was no education for my people anymore, no shelters nor food. We suffered in our own land, from our own rulers and foreign rulers. I was arrested and spent 15years in prison because I fought for my people. 

We became embittered and fought ruthlessly for our rights. 

My Lagos Hustle

Lagos? A place like no place but yet! It's still a place to many and I'm part. I'm a young receptionist in a well known hotel in lagos but being a fine boy and sexy guy without 6packs, I always try to fix everything that comes my way in a tush manner and clean way. You just called me a smart guy? Well, that's me. Let me tell you a story about my lagos hustle.

OLIC concert was WOW! It was everything but I pray never to go anywhere like that on a Sunday night again. I might be a smart guy but never into clubbing, partying, drinking or smoking but I was influenced by my friends before I decided to follow them to Olic and we made everything BUBBLE like a soapy soapy. *Smiles*...... I woke up 6:58am on a monday morning after sunday hangover. I shouted "JESUS" after I saw the time, I rushed to my bathroom, brushed my teeth, didn't have my bath since there was no time to waste and I thought of the traffic jam I was going to face so I rushed out still looking fresh like I swallowed air fresher. 

When I got to the park that morning, I was the last passenger going to oshodi, I sighed and entered without wasting time. Guess what? I saw this pretty girl with a long pointed nose, fair complexion with endowed body. OMG! I said this in my mind with a smile on my face while looking at the babe. "What can I do to get this girl's attention oo" I asked myself as a sharp ojota boy with banana island brain. After some minutes of moving without talking to this babe, I cleared my throat, brought out my phone and started acting like I was on a call "Hello Mr Badmus, when am I getting my 500k, mr Gbenga already paid 1million and I'm expecting Mr Bankole to bring my new 2.5m car" I was still talking when this pretty girl looked at me and somehow winked, her wink was more sexy than Korede Bello's own in "Dorrobucci". Since I wasn't making call, I dropped the phone so fast and made my 1st attempt to talk to her, "Hello angelina, with a smile, I even licked my lips, yet feeling like a stupid boss" she looked at me and said "Hello" OMG! I almost ran mad! I started playing "Orente" in my head, I knew baba God don "Pick Up" my call even though her name wasn't "Sade". We started talking, NO! I started lying to her about so many fake things about my self, I told her how I travelled to London for 2days and then US for 1hour, believe me people, I have never been to Ikeja Airport even though I have spent 25years in lagos. She smiled all through and told me about her self too, JESUS! She portrayed herself rich! I "Shaperly" started playing "Godwin" by Korede bello and also switched to "Romantic". She was rich! I thought I have met a maga who will pay without delay.

I collected her number before I alighted and promised to take her for dinner when I finished from my company ( my reception office). I was happy! Very happy! I didn't know whether to dance or intentionally run mad after she gave me her number that morning, I paid for her transport fare with the last cash on me but I didn't care since I thought she would pay. I entered office with happiness, I told my 2nd colleague about the incident and he was happy, I told him to tell me what he wanted because I saw wealth coming my way. 

After some minutes, I was still happy about what happened not because of anything but how beautiful the lady was, sexy, rich, endowed. I did my work very well that day and got many comments. I decided to get my lunch ( Eba and ewedu with 1 meat) so as to keep me fit. I was about to take my first stroke when my phone rang, GOSH! It was Helen, the girl I met. She just called me to say hello and asked to know where I was, as a sharp guy, I told her I was in a meeting with my workers and lied I was expecting a man to bring my 50million share from a contract we just finished. She chop lie like chopsticks *I laughed" 

It was time to leave work when I heard a knock on my door, "Ohhhh who can this be na, it's almost time to leave na" I was saying this when I opened the door. OMG! I prayed to faint but didn't, it was helen! I gathered myself together fast! I smiled and didn't know what to do "Hell hello hell, what are you doing here, I didn't tell you to come, what hello what" I was confused! I was trying to push her away when my boss came down and told me to allow his daughter who just came back from abroad. EWO!!!! "I don fuck up" I told myself.... "You work here? As a receptionist? My GOD!. She said, I looked and formed a lagos boy and said "Ehn ehn I work here, na sin?" with a deep voice. I didn't know whether to leave or stay and get all my abuse from her and her father.

My people, the day went wrong! I was mocked! I went back home via trekking since I couldn't ask for my T.fare from the girl I paid for. After I got home that sad day, I didn't know what to do, how to go back to my office after the whole incidents, I tried to call helen and apologise for lying but I didn't know how to. 

"Hello Biodun, can we meet at that eatery today? I like your confidence" the message I got around 7pm from Helen. *Smiles*

Many things for lagos but yet, we keep going. *Smiles* 

Written by Aderogba Adediji

Twitter : @RealBabymouth

Dear Headies

Dear Headies,

*Drinks Water, drops cup* should I still call you HEADIES? NO! After yesterday's poor event, I will rather call you ASSDIES! So many wrong things at this year's edition Naija grammy.
I remember how I celebrated my 10th birthday, WOW! It was lit! But for ASSDIES? I felt sorry for her and her past achievements with all that happened yesterday.

Firstly, let's talk about SOUND! I think the organisers should have called SOUNDcity TV for a great help. The people in charge of sound yesterday should be charged to court this morning if they collected money for that whack work. 80% of viewers complained of holding their remote control throughout the show because of the bad sound system. I was so glued to my TV not because I couldn't see clearly but because I couldn't hear a bit of what the hosts/artistes said almost all through the show. C'mon! This is HIP TV! This is HEADIES! one of the best award shows in Nigeria and what pains me most is the fact that it was the 10th Anniversary and everything had to go like that. What a shame! Let's work on this department next year please.

We need to give awards based on true merits and hardwork not because of Influence or known faces. We need to note this aspect in when it comes to awarding artistes.

Secondly, Light issue at the beginning/middle and end of the show. Wait! We know we are Africans! We are blacks! But please don't give us that on stage. I could bearly see the faces of those that came out to perform 1st and the ones that came to give some awards. If we plan to do somethings right, we need to plan well. It's clear, headies didn't plan well and it's painful to see one of the biggest shows in Africa in that mess.

Thirdly, with no sugar in my mouth so I won't sugar say anything, the production was generally BAD! Should we talk about the Timing too? The programs? It was just not cool for making some artistes and the hosts looked amateur because of lack of timing and programs. We watched more of advertisements than the show yesterday or were they part of the event too? I got confused and vexed at some point though. We also need to work on this! This is our grammy like they said and still say.

Fourthly, now it's time to get serious. The issue of awards! What ever happened on stage yesterday was all confusing. It all started when the award for "Best Music Video" was given to Reekadobanks for his "Not too good video" ( KATAPOT) Unlimited deserved it and yes he won  but if I didn't know how good he is, I would never credit him for that award. Katapot? Like Katapot? Lol we really should "Katapot" the organisers for giving that video the best of the year. I have always had problem/s with Headies when it comes to awards and yesterday again, they didn't correct that or made me change my mind. The most controversial time yesterday was when the award for "Next Rated" was also given to Mavin Artiste Reekadobanks. I need the organisers to come out with the voting poll/s and let us see how true the whole issue is and to keep the fans of each artiste shut. Would have loved to see Kesh or Kiss as the winner for that category but whatever went behind the scenes though. Reekky deserved it if they really used voting though and I'm happy for the young lad. KESH was consistent with dope songs ( Shoki, Efejoku, Is It Because I Love You) all through the year, got many shows to back his hard works. KISS also had a great year even though he didn't release more than 3/4 songs that really did so well in Nigerian music industry. Korede bello also had a nice year with his hit song "Godwin" which collected "Best Pop Single". Oh well, it's been done and I congratulate Reekky for the award and to the other next rated nominees that didn't win? Keep making music! Before I forget, I love "Sugar baby" nice jam!

Why must we always have beef? The industry is now an abattoir? We need to stop all these unnecessary beefs and come together as one! I believe we can only grow as a body if we are united and we don't even need Van gaal to do that for us. To my egbons, Donjazzy and Olamide, please forget the beef and wait for ramadan because it's a new year.

Finally, I salute Mr Ayo Animashaun for putting together that event and I must say it's not an easy job to pull that work through. I just need us to work more on the issues that made the show looked bad. Also, to all the winners, I say a big congratulations and I wish you well this year.

Written by Aderogba Adediji
Twitter : @RealBabymouth