I need your help guys .
Iโm having my first Solo exhibition opening in Lagos today and I donโt have anyone coming to view it yet , please if you are in Lagos , kindly come see my art , itโs free entry. I hope this blows up ๐๐ฝโค๏ธ
Nigeria has also had their fair share of run-ins with Morocco thatโs why none of our female players donโt respect them.
We won the last WAFCON, with Esther Okonkwo winning the trophy and player of the tournament scoring two goals and an assist in the finals leading the ramontada.
But when CAF Awards came, they nominated Chebbak (Ghizlane Chebbak, Morocco), Mssoudy (Aicha Mssoudy, Morocco) and Ajibade (Nigeria)
Strategically removing Esther from the equation.
Nigerians didnโt complain cause we thought oh okay easy win for Ajibade as per Captain of the team, they said No.
Gave the award to their player.
Right in front of our eyes.
An CAF applauded because they still want to use their facilities.
Now immediately they threaten no more facility, they collected trophy from Senegal and gave it to Morocco like here damn..
Regardless, Senegal is the peoples champ. No amount of Communicado will change that. History will forever remember Sadio Mane and his boys.
Finally, for the women, Nigeria will keep dunking on their heads!!!
I sold my OX 18 standing fan first.
Then the TV.
Then the woofer.
Then the laptop.
When nothing else was left, I joined a woman selling bread by the roadside at night.
She paid โฆ1,500 from 7 p.m. to 11:30 p.m.
I carried bread and chased cars until one day a small girl wound down her window, looked at me, and said, "Just go."
I knew I had to stop.
I raised money, got my own stand, and paid in full.
But the spot had been leased to someone else too... someone who hadnโt shown up for weeks.
The day she returned, she raised hell.
I resigned to fate.
On my way home, I met my longtime Aboki friend by the roadside, drinking tea.
He took me home on his bike.
Inside my room, he wanted to play PS3 and froze when he saw the TV was gone.
I told him everything while we ate.
Between mouthfuls, he kept exclaiming "kutuma", praising my cooking.
Then the idea came.
"What if I cooked and sold food in the Hausawa quarters?"
He encouraged me.
The next day, I withdrew everything in my account.
Bought what I needed.
Cooked a bucket of spaghetti and another of jollof rice.
I took it to the Hausawa quarters near my house.
Everything sold out in two hours.
The next day, same quantity.
Sold out in less than two hours.
I increased the quantity.
Still sold out.
Soon I was making โฆ8kโโฆ10k daily.
Before three weeks passed, it was โฆ15k a day.
Gradually, color returned to my face.
Fat returned to my cheeks.
And my boxers stopped falling off my waist.