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“Football is a religion” – The fashion vs football war gets intense on Twitter

by Kolapo Olapoju


It all started last weekend when popular designer, Lanre Da Silva appeared on Channels TV show, Sunrise, to harp on why she thinks fashion is more important than football.

Shortly after, Nigerian football icon, Daniel Amokachi went on radio station, Brila FM, to deliver a rebuttal to her assertions, where he made a case for the overwhelming importance of football in the life of an average Nigerian, as opposed to fashion’s influence.

The comments from the pair had a ripple effect on users of micro-blogging platform, Twitter, as proponent of both fashion and football attacked each other, while trying to make their points.

As it stands, football seems to be gaining the upper hand, and below are tweets to prove it:


Singer, Omawumi denies being married || Read what she said…

by Damilola Jagun

Singer, Omawumi Megbele has reacted to the widespread report of her secret wedding in Warri, Delta state.

The artiste, who is extremely private about her family, says nothing of such happened and that people should endeavour to stop listening to unconfirmed news reports.

At the recently held Genevieve Pink Ball in Lagos, Omawumi told Channels TV that she is simply ‘engaged’, and not yet married.

She said, “Omawumi is engaged. People should try not to listen to gossip.”

The ‘If you ask me’ singer also refused to divulge details of her wedding, saying she’s not in the habit of disclosing her plans to the public.

Omawumi said, “I’m not usually the one to let people know what I do, when I do it. So I’m sorry if you’re waiting for date from my mouth, you will not hear anything.”

Omawumi is engaged to Tosin Ibrahim Yussuf, the founding director of ‎Lloyd Gate Ltd, and the pair have a daughter, Emmanuella Kamillah Yusuf, who was born in June 2011 in the United States.


Funmi Iyanda (@Funmilola): How to be human

by Funmi Iyanda

He was a butcher or was he a farmer or a blacksmith? I no longer remember, it’s been too many moons, but l do remember other things about him rather well. He was a middle aged Muslim Yoruba man, my grandfather’s neighbour in Oyo. I don’t remember his name, we called him Baba “abara bi ara enia” because, well that was how he chastised all the naughty children.

“Abara bi ara eni”. One who’s body is like than of a human. It didn’t matter how bad you’d been, he never swore. To test him, we’d do something very naughty just to see if we could push him enough to curse at us. It never worked. Unfailingly he’d exclaim, “iwo omo yi, abara bi ara enia, oloun ni o f’ire fun o lai!” You child, with body like a human, God bless you forever!

I don’t remember what he looked like but l do remember how he made me feel safe.

We all felt safe as long as Baba Abara was around.

My mother went missing when l was eight, she was thirty-nine and had eight children from three marriages. She was trying to find a male child or rather, the husbands before my father had wanted male children or whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore, in time nothing matters, except perhaps our humanity.

Anyways, as my mother was no more and my father had four children under age ten to care for, he did the logical thing of sending us to his father’s farm in Ida Ogun for the summer school holidays. We usually emerged two months later, brown as the earth, well fed and happy with a regional twang to our deepened Yoruba.

I learnt everything in those summers in rural Yoruba land. I learnt to till the land, harvest food, cook and walk long unreasonable distances but most importantly l leant how to be human.

I know what is it for a person to go missing, not just because my own mother did but because a child once went missing in Ida-Ogun. He was son of a woman that Baba Abara did not care much for, to be fair no one really cared much for her. She was bad tempered and suspected of dabbling in amateur witchcraft, personally l thought she probably had PMS. l had read about it recently in the community library in the poor estate where l grew up in Lagos. Poor estates tended to have libraries in those days so poor people can be people too.

So this particular boy that went missing was troublesome like his witching or PMSing mother. He had the annoying tendency of pushing me too hard when l played “set” ball with the boys, l suspected he didn’t like girls but maybe he just didn’t like me. He also took more than his far share from the cup of palm wine the palm wine tapper gave as treat to the children who ran to relieve him of his gourds when he arrives from the forest.

His mother had no husband, which is to be expected as it was rumoured her witchcraft was so bad it flew in the day. So when she raised the alarm that her son had failed to return from the farm, no one paid her heed especially as she was wailing and rolling on the floor, her wrapper falling off her naked chest. Perhaps her witchcraft had turned her mad. Everyone watched from a distance but then Baba Abara went up to her courtyard and put the buba of her wrapper over her head, dressed her and gave her some water. He then took her to the Baale’s house where he organised all the men of the village into a search party. They searched all the villages, farms and forests from Oyo to Ogbomosho. Everyday, the women would get together, feed the grieving mother’s other children whilst us kids fed her goats and chicken and the men searched for this naughty boy whom l was convinced had taken the bus to the city to join a Fuji band as he was always boasting he would.

They searched for weeks and soon it was time for my brothers and l to return to the city so l asked Baba Abara how much longer they would continue searching. I will never forget what he said. We will search till we find him or his dead body for “one’s child is dead is better than one’s child is missing”. If we don’t find him or his corpse, we ourselves are nothing. It is our care for one another than makes us human.

He was dismissive about the girls and cruel in his response to reports of objections to the fate of soldiers who were condemned for mutiny and desertion over poor service conditions in the battle against Boko Haram.


Earlier this year in April after my talk at the University of Cumbria’s Institute For Leadership And Sustainability (IFLAS) open lecture series, the African MBA students came around to talk to me. The Nigerian students in particular were profuse in their appreciation of the way in which l represented Nigeria. Actually l had not set out to represent Nigeria but l understood and honoured the fact that the brevity of good coming out of our land makes us all overcompensate in many ways. We seek to limit shame thus I too was happy to see so many Nigerian and African students taking the envelope pushing sustainability course as part of their MBA. It was soon after the kidnap of the 276 school girls of Chibok, not too long after the slaughter of the 50 school boys of Buni Yadi.

I had hinged my talk on how to change the initial lacklustre response of the world to this heinous crime, a fall out of tragedy weariness of people to a global news media increasing based on ratings and ego. As my host Professor Jem Bendell drove me to the train station, l was oblivious to the rather stunning lakes district scenery because almost prophetically, the Bring Back Our Girls social media campaign was spontaneously breaking worldwide. l immersed myself in the campaign, dodging countless interview requests from global media outlets without the editorial robustness to do non reductive justice to the issue.

I then flew home soon after to do more. The response l met on ground in Nigeria chilled me. It was full spectrum from disbelief to indifference and calculated self-promotion. Over and again, l heard the refrain, look it’s those “malah” (derogative ethnic slur) in the North killing themselves joor, let them. I heard this across the social strata from taxi drivers to business executives.

Aside from the Chibok community, online campaigners and some committed protesters staging sit outs, it was business as usual.

I left Lagos in June a bit numb and rather ashamed, a shamed deepened daily as the girls remained missing and the circus of denials, lies, counter accusations and indifference continued. It cumulated in mortal, wrapper tearing shame yesterday as l watched a bloated chief of defence staff brandishing a grotesque diamond ring on his index finger whilst running amok on Channels TV.

He was dismissive about the girls and cruel in his response to reports of objections to the fate of soldiers who were condemned for mutiny and desertion over poor service conditions in the battle against Boko Haram.

He said, “…the reactions over the sentencing of the military personnel could force the military to consider holding field court martial in the bush, after which military personnel sentenced would be killed instantly and buried in the bush”

How did we become a country where sensitive, evolved, disciplined men and women; genuine figures of authority and guidance have been reduced to shaft in the rising turd of absurdly unintelligent, tantrum throwing emotional retards?

Where are the Baba Abaras?

It is six months today since the Chibok girls were taken, six months of horror, grief, pain and non-closure of their families, community and our nation.

Some argue that there have been worse crimes committed by Boko Haram since the Kidnap of the girls never mind the daily pantomime of corruption fuelled dystopia, why are the girls more important?

They are important because they are alive, we can do something. It is within our grasp, poignantly, Sambisa was a national forest reserve, surely there are vestiges of the original plan? If they are no longer in Sambisa, the neighbouring countries are our ECOWAS partners; we can coordinate regionally to find them wherever they’ve been taken. To continue demanding this is not an indictment per se of the army or government, it is a chorus of encouragement.

They are important because, if per chance they are no longer alive, we can bring our children’s bodies home to be buried with dignity and honour.

That is how to be human.

Baba Abara was right, a community must bring back it’s missing, dead or alive to remain a community of humans. As long as we cannot find and bring back our missing girls in whatever form, we as a nation are missing our soul, our humanity, a matter of deep unspeakable shame.


Funmi Iyanda, famous television producer, and social entrepreneur, sent in this piece to YNaija from London where she currently work and lives.

Op-ed pieces and contributions are the opinions of the writers only and do not represent the opinions of Y!/YNaija.

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Wedding bells! Awwww…….Omawumi is officially engaged (LOOK)

by Kolapo Olapoju

Omawumi is the next celebrity to make the walk down the aisle.


The music star is engaged to Tosin Yusuf, the father of her daughter, who she has been involved in a well-guarded romance for quite some time.



The engagement news was broken by her BBF, Singer, Waje, who shared on her Instagram account, the fact that Omawumi had been engaged.


In a recent interview on Channels TV’s Sunrise programme, she hinted on getting married, saying, “I will probably get married next year. We might do a location wedding or a local wedding. Warri is a good destination.”


#RubbinMinds: A popular actress introduced me to drugs – Terry G reveals

by Isi Esene

The entertainment section of Nigeria’s most popular youth show, Rubbin’ Minds, had controversial musician, Terry G on the hot seat.

The show, hosted by Ebuka Obi-Uchendu earlier had Tope Atiba and regular guest, Joachim MacEbong discussing the war on terror currently raging on the country’s North east.

In his usual off-the-cuff manner, Terry G replied Ebuka’s questions with honesty; opening up about controversies surrounding his music career, packaged water business, personal life, usage of marijuana and more.

The highlight of the show was his response to Ebuka on his alleged drug usage. The Akpako master did not mince words in admitting his use of hard drugs and how he got the habit.

I was introduced to drugs by a popular actress… I am clean now but I still do marijuana,” he said. The artiste, however, did not mention the actress’ name – too bad.

Popular actress? Well, your guess is as good as ours on who that might just be. Now let the speculations begin.


Tunde Fagbenle: We should thank Fashola for curtailing Ebola

by Tunde Fagbenle

A few weeks ago when the news went viral (no pun intended) on the presence in Nigeria of the dreaded Ebola virus, the most deadly of the three or so identified types of haemorrhagic fever, we feared the worst.

A country notoriously inept at meeting national challenges of any kind, not the least health or security, the alarm of Ebola’s entry in our shores through a Liberian-American index carrier, Mr. Patrick Sawyer, who unconscionably defied reason to fly into Nigeria knowing full well that he was infected and the danger his situation, mishandled, represented to any community and humanity at large created panic and brought images of Armageddon to many minds.


Amazingly, Nigeria has responded this time differently and superbly such that the international community, oft given to rubbishing us, has, even if grudgingly, given Nigeria some credit and praise.

It is moments like this that makes one truly proud to be a Nigerian, reinforcing what one had always known that given the right leadership we are a nation that can leapfrog into reckoning amongst the most developed in the world. We know it; those of us who have had the opportunity of schooling or working abroad know it. We know how we beat the oyinbo folk academically, theoretically, and practically in virtually all spheres of human endeavour. The brain of the Nigerian is one to be globally respected.

I am in one of those rare uplifted moods seeing how Nigeria, especially through Governor Babatunde Raji Fashola of Lagos State, has responded to the challenge of the Ebola scourge. And I want to say thank you BRF.

I am also going to single out one media house to thank, even whilst recognising that virtually all our media outfits have risen admirably to the challenge of keeping the campaign against Ebola on the front burner. Channels Television has been, and remains, exceptionally brilliant in the depth and extent of their coverage and analyses; and in the quality and range of interviewees they bring to us every day. I am proud of them. My brother John Momoh’s Channels TV has grown to become Nigeria’s equivalent of CNN, even outperforming CNN at times.

What did Fashola’s Lagos State do? Instantly, Lagos State crash-trained lab technicians and civil servants on methods of checking for the Ebola virus; recruited hundreds of volunteers — providing them with some stipends and life insurance — to handle complex contact tracing, barrier nursing, infection control and critical care management; swung into massive hunt and cold-call of scores of people, from ordinary workers to diplomats and important personalities, who might have come into contact with the index case; scores of isolation units sprung up in a matter of a few days; and, importantly, saturated the public spaces with enlightenment campaign through all media forms – conventional, visual, social, etc.

I am in one of those rare uplifted moods seeing how Nigeria, especially through Governor Babatunde Raji Fashola of Lagos State, has responded to the challenge of the Ebola scourge. And I want to say thank you BRF.


True, we are not out of the woods yet, after all we have just heard of some rogue cases in Port Harcourt and Kaduna, but it is the response of Lagos State, the hotbed of dizzying conurbation where the index case was first identified, that has enabled the present containment and given hope to Nigeria and Nigerians.

The challenge to President Goodluck Jonathan, as to all thinking governments, is to direct attention and charge and fund our pharmacists, our medical scientists, including our medical herbalists, to put their thinking caps on, research and develop our own indigenous herbs and cure for the dreaded Ebola and other such mysterious plagues to save our own people and earn the respect of the world. Respect we won’t get by the cap-in-hand mentality.

For now, the campaign must continue and be intensified throughout the country. We shall overcome!

And that’s saying it the way it is!


Op-ed pieces and contributions are the opinions of the writers only and do not represent the opinions of Y!/YNaija.