Anyone who thinks Asiwaju Bola Tinubu dreads an Obi/Kwankwaso ticket does not understand politics.
It is the easiest path to victory in 2027 for him.
How can you people still be deluding yourselves in 2026?
With these pictures showing the bond we shared, I almost felt I could get away with saying nothing about you leaving. It’s been an honour to be your teammate and your friend. You’ve won it all and you leave as a legend. I’m sure we will meet again.
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Yesterday at the Mass of the Last Supper, the moment the Gloria began and the mass servers started ringing the bell, I smiled because it took me back to my younger days when that role was one of my most sought after as a mass server.
Scene 1.
A new finance staff resumes at a record label.
She opens the books.
Scrolls. Stops. Scrolls back again.
“What exactly is going on here?”
First week on the job.
Scene Background
Finance has received an email requesting for 60m for tiktok influencers. She is stunned at the request Vs the ROI. She proceeds to respond to the email with the new financial system she put in place. She decides to call a meeting to explain this.
Finance: I need the invoice for that promo payment.
Plugger: We don’t do invoices in this industry, who be this JJC. Abeg make una no waste my time. Do you know who i am?
Finance: Then I cannot release the money.
Plugger: 😂😂😂, na so una go spoil the life of the artise.
Finance is confused.
Because in every normal business, if money is going out, there should be paperwork.
But in music, people will look at you like you are the problem for asking for proof.
Then the artist hears about it.
Artist: So the label is holding my promo money? What kind of useless label is this? You know how this industry works. Nobody does invoice. Una wan frustrate my life.
Artiste mops around and threatens social media outburst. Label ignores the finance staff and releases the money to keep the artist happy.
No invoice. No receipt. No trail.
Just vibes to keep the artiste happy and bad governance.
Finance girl is sitting there quietly like:
So all of you want to go to jail together? I am not one of them. She resigns.
Fast forward.
Relationship breaks down.
Artist sues label.
Everybody now wears suit.
Everybody now speaks grammar.
Everybody now remembers the law.
Courtroom scene.
Lawyer: You said you spent ₦300 million on promotion?
Label owner: Yes. We promoted heavily.
Lawyer: Great. Show the court the documents.
Silence.
Label owner: The artist knew the plugger. He introduced him to us. He said he wanted 40 tiktokers and thats what will blow the song.
Lawyer: I asked for the invoice.
Label owner: He approved the campaign.
Lawyer: I asked for proof of payment and supporting documents.
Label owner: Everybody in the industry knows how these things work.
Lawyer: Court does not run on “everybody knows.”
Camera cuts to the artist.
He is seated like he has never heard the word plugger in his life. He denies approving anything; he is stone cold poker face.
And just like that, we spend another 3 years arguing to prove ₦300 million. Not because it was not spent.
But because it could not be proved
If you run a label, behave like a business.
If you manage an artist, behave like a business.
If money leaves your account, there must be paper behind it.
Every single time.
Hire a proper finance and legal person.
Because the industry runs on trust until the relationship breaks down.
Then it runs to court.
And when it gets to court, nobody will be arguing with tweets, friendship, phone calls, or “he was there" or "he is my brother."
Bring your documents or prepare for embarrassment.
The one thing this team lacks is genuine on-field and off-field leadership. People who aren’t afraid to call out BS on the pitch. People who bark out instructions on the pitch. People who tell people their BS to their faces. Hendo and Milner types.
Something I’ve noticed about myself this season: I’m constantly on my phone while Liverpool are playing. Not the occasional glance either, proper second screen behaviour. Match on the tv, phone in hand, scrolling while the game carries on in the background. And every week I end up asking myself the same question: what’s going on here?
Have I suddenly developed ADHD? Has years of short form content and endless scrolling completely destroyed my attention span, or more worryingly, am I starting to fall out of love with football?
Because it definitely didn’t used to be like this. I could sit through a dull 0–0 years ago and still be completely locked in. Every phase of play felt like it mattered, every attack carried a bit of tension, and even when nothing was happening it still felt like something might happen.
Now I sit down with every intention of properly watching the match. Phone down next to me. Five minutes later I’m somehow halfway through a video about someone restoring a lawnmower from the 1980s. I look back up and realise I’ve missed several minutes of football, yet the game seems to be exactly where it was before.
Centre back to full back. Back inside. Across the back line. Back to the goalkeeper. Switch sides. Reset. By the time we finally reach the edge of the box my attention has already drifted somewhere else.
And that’s when the other thought creeps in. Maybe it’s not my brain. Maybe it’s not TikTok or shrinking attention spans. Maybe I still love football exactly the same as I always have.
Maybe Liverpool are just a bit boring to watch this season.
Everything feels very controlled, very safe, very calculated. Lots of possession, lots of recycling the ball, lots of patient build up but not always much urgency or unpredictability. It can feel like we’re carefully managing a game rather than actually grabbing hold of it.