Thursday, 19 November 2015

Missy Elliott Covers Billboard Magazine

Is the Missy Elliott comeback for real this time?
We've gotten our hopes up for the return of Missy Elliott a few times over the past several years, but all too often the hope has fizzled out, before the buzz had even started. Remember when she dropped "9th Inning" and "Triple Threat" back in 2012? And then there was her phenomenal Super Bowl performance, another glimmer of hope which also didn't last too long. Timbaland has been touting that a Missy Elliott album is "on the way" since last summer.
With the release of her new music video for"WTF (Where They From)" featuring Pharrell, most of us felt as though we were transported back to the Missy-domination era of the early 2000s. From the outrageous outfits to the weird visual scenes to the completely off-trend vibe of the record itself, "WTF" had just about everyone praising Missy's return. This time, it seems for real, for real (no that's not a typo, I mean #frfr). A new Billboard magazine cover would indicate the same.
In the issue, she talks about making a comeback in the millennial generation: "I have to be very careful," she told Billboard. "It’s different now. People are quick to be like, ‘You’re irrelevant, you’re a flop, you’re washed up.’"

She also spoke on her lengthy absence, and how she was writing a lot for other people during that time. 
"If I wanted to do The Missing Files of Missy Elliott, I have probably six albums just sitting there," she revealed. "People hadn’t realized that I haven’t just been an artist, I’ve been a writer and a producer for other artists. When you’re writing that much, your brain is like a computer. 

You have refresh it."
Finally, she spoke on the impact Graves disease had on her, a diagnosis only made in 2008. Read the full story here, and check out her cover above.

Did Ludacris just shade the heck out of Kim Kardashian ???

The rapper yesterday posted a meme on his instagram page using Kim Kardashian as the butt of the joke. Isn't he friends with Kanye?

Check this girl out : is she normal or insane ???

Is she really OK............... 

Governor Wike pictured buying things at a market in Rivers state

He looks like he knows how to price right?  Lol.. 

Check out pretty photos of Brymo's baby mama, Ese

This is lovely Ese Kakkada, Brymo's baby mama aka mama Waju. She's real pretty. More photos after the cut...

Morachi released some sexy photos


‘Hapuya’ crooner Morachi, who has relocated abroad shared some racy photos from a series of photoshoots on his social media page. More photos after the cut..







More photos of Paris female suicide bomber

Hasna Ait Boulahcen's brother says she had no interest in religion and never read the Koran, her friends describe her as carefree and party loving. Her brother says she had a troubled childhood and grew up in foster homes, the mastermind of the terror operation, Abdelhamid Abaaoud was her cousin. French police say they saw her head and part of her spine fly through a window when she blew herself up.

Nigerian Army denies losing 105 officers to Boko Haram

There were reports earlier today that Nigerian army lost 105 of their men during fight with Boko Haram but Chief of Army staff, Lt. General Tukur Buratai has denied the reports. In a telephone conversation with Vanguard said, the army chief said
“It is not true that our soldiers are missing. The soldiers went on a mission for the Nigerian nation and they have since returned and joined their Battalions”.
General Buratai said that the insinuation is a figment of imagination of the authors of the story.

Grieving husband writes open letter to IS after they killed his wife in last Fridays' terror attack

Antonire Leiris, a Parisian whose wife, Helene Muyal-Leiris, was among the 89 people killed in the Bataclan concert hall in Paris during last Friday's terror attack, took to his Facebook wall to post an open letter to ISIS. His original letter written in French was posted on Facebook and has been shared nearly 200,000 times since Monday. It has also been translated into several other languages and read by millions. What he wrote after the cut...

105 soldiers reported missing after fight with Boko Haram?

No fewer than 105 soldiers are said to have gone missing after a gun battle with Boko haram sect members at Gudunbali, Borno State, on Wednesday November 18th. According to a report by Premium Times, the soldiers went missing after a fight with the insurgents who tried to capture the community early yesterday morning.

A T-72 tank as well as several artillery weapons from the unit were reportedly carted away by the sect members.

“Gudunbali was attacked this morning and some weapons were captured from the battalion. Two officers and 105 soldiers are still missing. They captured a T-72 tank from the unit and some artillery weapons were also captured. The commanding Officer (CO) of the battalion is yet to be seen but no one has been confirmed dead yet,” a source told PT.
The source also added that the sect members carted away a truck loaded with 60,000 rounds of AA ammunition and three artillery pieces. Spokesperson for the Nigerian Army, Sani Usman as well as the spokesperson of the Army’s 7 Division, Tukur Gusau, both declined to comment on the matter, saying that the commander of the division would hold a press conference on the matter today November 19th.

Ekweremadu, Secondus, Akpabio, others ‘marked for death by APC’ – PDP

The Peoples Democratic Party has alleged that some of its leaders namely its acting national chairman, Prince Uche Secondus, Deputy Senate President Ike Ekweremadu, Senate Minority Leader Godswill Akpabio and acting chairman, Board of Trustees (BoT), Bello Haliru Mohammed have been “listed for assassination” by the ruling All Progressives Congress (APC).

According to Daily Trust, the allegation was made by PDP National Publicity Secretary Olisa Metuh while addressing newsmen at Legacy House in Abuja yesterday November 18th.

 He said APC would be held responsible if anything happens to its leaders, including their being poisoned or attacked by armed robbers. Metuh said the PDP has information that some masked men have been recruited from within and outside the country for that purpose.

First pic of female suicide bomber who blew herself up during police raid in Paris

Hasna Aitiboulahcen, was the female suicide bomber who blew herself up during the police raid in the northern Paris suburb of Saint-Denis on Wednesday.

Photos: 3 suspected armed robbers arrested by Rivers State Police

Rivers State Police shared the photos on the Command's official Facebook page. According to the release, the suspects namely Goodluck Worwu, Charles Wogu and Atochi Ezizie, were arrested today, November 19, at around 4 pm, after a team of police operatives acting on a tip off raided their hide out located along Ada George, Port Harcourt.

Two AK 47 rifles, one (1) K2 rifle, five (5) magazines, one hundred and thirty five (135) rounds of 7.62 live ammunition and assorted charms were recovered from the suspects. State Criminal Investigation Department is currently investigating the case.

Photos of 2 women caught with stolen meat.

A South African shared these photos on Facebook. The Zimbawean women, who work at a farm in South Africa were allegedly busted by their boss, trying to make away with meat strapped to their bodies.

Mastermind of Paris terror attack killed

The man suspected of masterminding last Friday's Paris attacks that killed 129 people, was killed in the police raid north of Paris Wednesday, investigators confirmed. Abdelhamid Abaaoud, 27, was the second person to die in the Saint-Denis raid, the French prosecutor's office reported Thursday. He was identified from skin samples.

Abaaoud had previously been linked to a string of thwarted attacks including the plot to kill passengers on a Paris-bound high-speed train in August, a plot that 3 young Americans helped foil.

He claimed he successfully moved back and forth from Europe to Syria coordinating terror attacks, and narrowly escaped a January police raid in the Belgian city of Verviers.

“Allah blinded their vision and I was able to leave... despite being chased after by so many intelligence agencies," he told the ISIS magazine Dabiq.

Shocking News: The Ex-Muslim Priest Said that “All Muslim Must Change to Christian to Avoid Hell Fire”


While I was working in a muslim mosque as an imam, as a parish priest, I preach in my parish that Jesus Christ is not God, for me,
God was only Allah, and I believed Allah never got married, so no sons for Allah. So I preached there that Jesus is not God. Then somebody ask me, who is Jesus?’’

from the crowd. Maybe a muslim, but he asked me, who is Jesus?’’ I was preaching he is not God, but the question is who is he? To know who is Jesus? I read the entire Koran once again: 114 chapters, 6666 in the Koran when I read it, the name of prophet Muhammad.
I found it in Koran 4 places, but the name of Jesus I found in 25 places.
 There itself, I was a little confused. Why does the Koran give more preference to Jesus? And second thing, I could not see any woman’s name in Koran: the Prophet Muhammad’s mother’s name, or wife’s name, no, in the Koran, there is only one woman’s name that i found is Mariam, the mother of Jesus no other woman’s name.
 And in the holy Koran chapter 3, the name of the chapter is family of Mariam,’’ and holy Koran chapter 19, the name of the chapter itself is ‘’MARIAM’’ one chapter is ‘’MARIAM’’ so I was very curious to know why does Koran says all these things about MARIAM, holy Koran chapter 3 verse 34 onwards says
that Mary was born without original sin, she never committed any sin in her life, she was ever virgin. 

Koran chapter 50 verses 23 say that she went to heaven with her physical body. Even the assumption is writing in the holy Koran and then about Jesus, when I read chapter 3 verses 45 to 55 verses, there is 10 point which the Koran makes about Jesus. 
The first thing Koran says (kallimatulli) the arabic word which means ‘’the of God’’ and second thing is ( ahimokuli ) which mean spirit of God and the third (isa masi) which means Jesus Christ so Koran give the name for Jesus WORD OF GOD, SPIRIT OF GOD, JESUS CHRIST. And then Koran says that Jesus spoke when he was very small, like 2 days old. after his birth he began to speak ,
Koran says that Jesus created a live bird with mud. He took some mud, he formed a bird; when breathed into it, it became a live bird.

 So I think Jesus can give life because he gave life to mud, clay, and then Koran says that Jesus cured a man born blind and a man with leprosy, e.t.c Curiously, the Koran says that Jesus gave life to dead people; Jesus went to heaven; he is still alive and he will come again.

 When I saw all these things in the Koran I taught of what Koran says about Muhammad, according to the Koran, prophet Muhammad is not the word of God, not spirit of God he never spoke when he was 2 days old, he never created any bird with mud, he never cure any sick people, he never raised any dead people, he himself died, and according to Islam he is not alive and he will not come back.

 So there is a lot of different between these two prophets. I didn’t call Jesus, God, you know my idea was ‘’He is a prophet but he is a prophet greater than Muhammad; so one day I went to my teacher, the one who taught me 10 years in Arabic college, and I ask him, teacher, how did God created the universe? Then he said God created the universe through the word,’’ THROUGH THE WORD. 

Then my question is: ‘’WORD’’ is creator or creation? He must clear this,
my question is whether the WORD of God is creator or creation. Koran says Jesus is WORD of God. If my teacher says word of God is creator, which means Jesus is the creator, then muslim must become Christian suppose if he says the word is creation he will be trapped.

You know why? He said everything was created through the word. Suppose if he said the word is creation, then how did God created the word? 
So he cannot say that the word is creator, or creation, so he was quite angry he push me out of his room and said word is not God, not creator or the creation you get out of here, ‘’he said The reason why Muslim doesn’t accept to be Christian is because they are blinded with the wrong teaching of their priest, Imam. 

They said that the word is creation they try to prove it wrongly…… they say the word is not creator, not the creation, but not God. And no creation also. 
They don’t equal with God, that all their problem. So when he said that I told my teacher, word is not the creator or the creation.’’ So, that is why Christian says the word is son of God. 
Then he told me if there is son for God, I must show him the wife of God. That without wife no chance of having a son then I showed him a portion from the Koran. Koran says that God can see without eyes, God can talk without tongue, God can hear without ears. It is writing in the Koran.
 I said if that is the case, so God can have a child without a wife. I took my Koran, I put it on my chest, and I said ‘’Allah’’,
tell me what I should do because your Koran says Jesus is still alive, and Mohammad is no more. 

Tell me whom should I accept.’’ after my prayer I opened the Koran, I didn’t asked anyone, I asked only my Allah. When I opened Koran, I saw chapter 10 verses 94. 
You know what Koran says? It says if you have any doubt in this Koran which I give to you, go and read the Bible, or ask the people, those who read the Bible. 

The truth is already revealing that. I beg all muslim to give their life to Christ because he is the only way to the kingdom of God. Please don’t perish like other muslims that is serving the god they do not know. 
I welcome you into Christ Jesus as you change your mind to accept him today. God bless you. The Shocking Interview was how ever Recorded by the Interviewers. 

A few people were actually injured in the Agbara robbery today (pics)

Armed robbers invaded a bank in the area this morning and injured several people including this woman that looked pregnant. More exclusive photos after the cut...

Check out what a girl found about her Grandma, the Sex Worker......

When Dad told me that my grandmother used to be a prostitute, I didn't know whether to believe him. Seven years later, I phoned up Grandma to ask.
Going through my parents' divorce was a weird time—at 16, a part of me felt freed from the shackles of my domineering, sexist father, and the other part of me really wasn't ready for the change. Everything going on was just a huge cluster of subtleties, from the gradual moving of furniture from my family home and Dad's subtle digs at my mother and her family. In true teenager-in-the-middle-of-a-divorce fashion, I was the prized object in my parents' own personal tug of war. He nitpicked at every banal aspect of their lives and tried to spin it in a way that suggested I, too, would become like them if I was around them for too long. But one day, all the trivial shit he liked to condemn exploded into something much, much bigger.
"I don't want you to take sides, Rachel, but your mom's family isn't what you think it is. They've lied to you. Your grandma was a prostitute, and that's how she met your grandpa." And that's how my dad broke the news to me that my grandmother was a sex worker, and that my "childhood was a lie"(his words). My initial reaction was that of a fairly-mature-but-still-naïve 16 year old: "Wow, Grandma was a hooker." I remember a million thoughts went through my head, ranging from, "Is he lying to be spiteful? That's a low blow,"to "I can't believe he said this to me.This is fucked up."
I didn't feel disgusted or betrayed; I only felt inquisitive and even a little impressed. I thought it was badass and I wanted to be like her. I tried to probe my dad about the details of the huge family secret he just revealed—very clearly only to spite my mother—but he said that was all he knew.
My dad kept holding his head in his hands, repeatedly saying, "You'd just never expect it; she doesn't look like a prostitute," as if sex workers even wear some kind of easily identifiable uniform. In fact, my grandmother carries herself in a way that rubs your own shortcomings in your face: She's dignified, educated, fearless, and the most poised and well-travelled woman I've ever met.
Gladys with her husband, the author's grandfather. Photo courtesy of Rachel Grace Almeida
Seven years on from my parents' divorce, I called my grandmother, Gladys, to talk about her past. Before she answered, I considered hanging up—I wasn't really sure how to feel, and I worried that I would let a knee-jerk reaction slip and offend her. What if I asked a question she deemed too personal? What if she gave me an answer I wasn't prepared to hear?
Her voice sounded more brittle than I remembered; she's 82 now, and I worried that I'd never get the chance to have this conversation with her. But I refused to let my Dad have the final say in her life story and what she's been through. When she picked up the phone, I could tell she was nervous to speak to me about this. She's known me my entire life, and I'm her granddaughter who she watched grow up. "I feel like I've betrayed you by keeping this a secret; you are a grown woman now," she told me, with a hint of regret in her voice.
Gladys was born in Caracas, Venezuela in 1933 and lived there until she left for the States in the 1970s, after my mom was born. With two young children from a previous relationship and an absent father, she struggled to afford basic living costs and wasn't able to enroll them into school. As a predominantly Catholic nation, the only schools available were religious schools—ones you couldn't get into if you were a bastard. "My goal was to find a man that would give a surname to my children—at that time, if your biological father did not recognize you as their child, your life would be very difficult."
She got into sex work through a good friend who was also a prostitute—she too had children and was in financial crisis. Every night, my grandma would leave her kids with her mother and tell her that she was going to her job at an overnight factory—a perfectly credible story. In the early 50s, Venezuela went through an industrial revolution that saw it soar to become the world'sfourth wealthiest country per capita(a title that has now been traded for the home of the second most dangerous city in the world). It was also the golden age for the poster wife, the movement most debilitating for Venezuelan female sex workers at the time.
"This was the 50s in Venezuela and, even now, it's still a very conservative, overly religious, misogynist society. Men ruled Venezuela now and they continue to rule it today," Grandma told me. Prostitution has always been rife in Venezuela—so much so that it is entirely legal. How could a country that has always recognized prostitution as a serious profession attach such a social stigma to it? "Sex has always existed—everyone did a lot of things behind closed doors. It wasn't an open society. Prostitution has existed since the beginning of time."
To many, then and now, prostitution was seen as a way to have a better life. "Caracas was a prostitution hot spot—all the Americans went there to see us. It was almost like a novelty. We weren't even called hookers; we were called 'appointments' in appointment-only brothels. There were two tiers of prostitution: women like us, and women who were on the street. We were high-end, so the money was very good." She was making between 85 and 95 bolívares fuertes a night, which was the equivalent of about $421 at the time– a small fortune.
A year into sex work, she met my grandfather—Joseph—who was one of her regular clients. "Your grandpa loved prostitutes; he used to come see me every weekend," Grandma said. "He was a very shy, timid man. I could tell he wasn't confident enough to talk to women, but still had all the natural urges of a man." What she said completely took me by surprise. Growing up, my grandfather was a very outspoken, assertive French-Venezuelan man. 
I guess he made up for the confidence he lacked in his romantic life in everything else. When you're a kid, you look at your seniors as if they're superhuman; not people who can be weak, emotional, and unstable.
It was like I was having a really fucked-up epiphany about my family as a whole – I'd never considered my grandparents went through real, gritty life experiences. To me, they were the perfect, pure grown-ups around me who have never been hurt. My grandma could hear the shock and doubt in my voice. "The reason your grandfather could never have more kids is because he picked up a lot ofSTDs and was left sterile," she said."I had four abortions because men wouldn't follow the rules—I went to very expensive doctors who gave meabortion pills and herbs. A lot of my colleagues died getting under-the-table abortions, which is something I would never do. I'd rather have the kid."
The author's grandfather with her brother. Photo courtesy of Rachel Grace Almeida
I choked up. My grandmother had a long history of reproductive health issues—hysterectomies, cervical cysts, and fibroids. It all made sense. We spoke about the treatment of prostitutes who had job-related health problems, and how doctors, claiming "they did it to themselves," constantly rejected these female patients from their waiting rooms. Unsurprisingly, most of these doctors were men.
For Grandma, the institutional abuse didn't stop there; it translated into how she was treated by some of her clients. Though prostitution was legal and apparently regulated by the government, this was seldom put into action. 
Police officers would turn a blind eye to harassment or exploitation because they simply didn't respect female sex workers.
"I became very cold and insensitive to sex," Grandma told me. "I started having less respect for men. A lot of times they didn't treat me right because they didn't see me as a decent, normal woman. At the time, that wasn't accepted—and it is still not accepted fully now."
She told me horror stories about the abuse she endured from drunk customers; she's been spat on, slapped in the face, called a puta (Spanish for whore), and ridiculed just walking down the street. 
"I remained professional throughout, but these silly men would mistreat me because they thought they were better than me. They didn't realize this was a business transaction. Well, I was smarter than all of them. I made them pay the few coins that they had on my softness of my body."
But despite the moments of darkness that she experienced in her work, she said she would never regret her time as a prostitute. "I'm not embarrassed by my sex work at all. It gave me a good life. Thanks to that, I found a good man and I gave my children a last name. Your grandfather kept his promise and got me out of there. I found my family."
Growing up, I put Grandma on a pedestal. She had always lived with me in my family home; I'd got to know her on an intimate level, not just the way you'd form a relationship with a grandparent who lived in another city. What always particularly struck me about my grandmother was her ability to always remain calm, no matter what the situation. 
Whenever my parents would argue, she'd simply walk into the room, tell them 'quiet down,' and walk out like nothing was even happening. When someone would cut her off in traffic, she'd roll her eyes in a way that seemed like she pitied them for being inept. 
The way she tranquilly approached conflict was the opposite of me; I was a crier, I had anxiety attacks, and I would raise my voice. I wanted to be serene like her.
That same stability is what won my grandpa over. As her client, he visited her at least two nights a week, something she told me was rare in sex work. Usually, you'd have regular clients, but 'regular' meant once or twice a month for her. 
She knew he was falling in love with her because not only did he tip her very well (something else that was rare), but he began to ask her questions about her personal life, interests, ambitions, and family. I asked her if she felt threatened or if he was being intrusive, but all she said was: "We were falling love."
They regularly met outside of the brothel in secret, which was strictly forbidden. They got to know each other more over the course of six months, and then Grandpa proposed to her. My grandma knew he was at least financially stable enough to afford prostitutes, but she admitted that she was worried about money; she still had two young children to feed, and they weren't even his. Unexpectedly, when they got married, he gave her two sons his last name and took care of him like his own. After my mother was born, they left Caracas together and flew to America and settled down in Miami.
I wondered how many people in my family knew of her past — news must have travelled far enough to reach my dad, because my mom's family was never particularly close to him. When I asked her if she told anyone, she simply said, "No". My mom later told me that there were rumors flying around the family, but it was just brushed under the carpet. Understandably, at that time, it was likely that my grandmother's own family would have disowned her if the truth came out.
When I was younger, Grandma always told me I needed to be a lady, but one who was smarter than all the boys around her. Now I know why—she wasone of those women. "I felt empowered as a sex worker and a woman. I felt in control," she said. "I could handle the situation and manipulate it in a way that only benefitted me."
Towards the end of our phone call, I thought a lot about my dad's attitude towards her on the night he told me. He approached every word with extreme trepidation, almost to make sure he wasn't over-selling the story, worried that I would find a part of it attractive. He wouldn't even call it prostitution; he would say "what she did." His clear disrespect for my grandmother had the reverse effect — it made me disrespect him.
My grandma is still the best woman I know, and her life choices have made her who she is. She's 82 now and lives a long way from appointment-only brothels of Caracas. Down the phone, she told me her story with the same authority and confidence she had back then. "If men have the right to pay for sex without judgment," Grandma told me, "then women also have the right to make sex their career. I'll stand by that until the day I die."

Photos from the bank robbery at Agbara this morning

This morning armed robbers stormed a bank in Agbara and engaged the police in a gun battle. One person was killed, not sure if its an armed robber or a security guard. See more exclusive photos after the cut...