Hey @audiomack@audiomackafrica , my artist profile 'Chetaram' had its authentication features mistakenly stripped due to a profile name change (formerly Dopree). My support ticket has been pending for months.
Can you help look into this so I can release my new music? 🙏
This is the definition of stanship. I'll give my fave grace but we have to be blind to the other hm's strength & totally villianise them.
I like this - Imisi has some mental health challenges. So does the fvkn others!
I really hope we can stop being so vile.
The hard part of what you solely think is imisi’s problem is cos you can quickly label her as crazy cos of how she reacts. Hence it seems like she doesn’t know what she is saying. she can’t clearly express herself the way you expect her to. It’s doesn’t mean she isn’t wrong sometimes but its easier to conclude that she is cos of how she reacts. it’s not a flaw or justification either but i feel it’s easy to see she deals with anxiety, avoidance syndrome and can’t communicate her feelings with the best words. It’s not cos she is wrong
If not that you people have audacity, someone has a political view and choice different from yours, you said it’s APC that sponsored them. Una come turn politics to cuIt, what audacity!
No One Warns Immigrants About the Silence
When people move to the UK, everyone says, “You’ll be fine.”
But no one warns you about the silence.
The kind that fills your chest when you come home from a 12-hour shift …too tired to cook, too broke to order food …and the walls don’t answer when you talk.
Back home, in Africa, there was always noise …neighbours arguing, radios playing, kids laughing outside, boda guys shouting across the road.
Here, even the air feels like it’s watching you quietly.
At first, you think you’re strong.
You smile through the cold, through the confused looks when you don’t catch the accent, through the “where are you really from?” that hides behind polite smiles.
But it’s the small things that wear you down.
Having to repeat your name until it doesn’t sound like you anymore.
Being called “love” but never truly seen.
Hearing your qualifications don’t count because they’re “not UK standard.”
You start from scratch. Again.
Washing dishes. Cleaning houses. Sending money home like it doesn’t ache.
Telling your family you’re fine, even when you cry at the bus stop because your card declined.
Still… there are moments.
Catching the eye of another African on the bus and sharing a silent smile.
Hearing an Afrobeats song in a corner shop and feeling your heart breathe again.
Cooking familiar food in a cold kitchen and, for a moment, it smells like home.
And slowly, life rebuilds itself.
Not the way you imagined, but piece by piece ….quietly, stubbornly, beautifully.
Because being an immigrant isn’t just about survival.
It’s about learning to belong in a place that never expected you to stay… and still daring to call it home.
Once again, I would like to quote the late General Sanni Abacha: “Any insurgency or terrorist invasion that lasts more than 24 hours, a government or political official has a hand in it.”
Faith is prolly gonna sit down and analyze the thought process of that money cake, how the notes were folded and if angles are equal or symmetrical and how long it took for entire process. 😂🤟#FaithAdewale
I was done making my album and my producer sent me another beat and I was pissed, but I liked it so much that I forced myself to write something to it...and called it Joromi.
If babies understood embarrassment, most of them would never learn to walk or speak because of the amount of failure required to improve.
This was one of our first lessons in life but somehow, we forgot