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The multi-talented entertainer, Henry Obiefule popularly known as Chief Obi debuts his music career with an Afrobeat song titled Carry Go which features one of Nigeria’s finest artiste, Olamide.
The song was produced by Maryland based WillBeatz and mixed by BBanks of YBNL Obi also features as a songwriter on the recently released The Chief album by Jidenna.
Ghen ghen! NURTW official Kokozaria confirms relationship with actress who his wife previously accused of being pregnant for him
At the start of the year, a married mother-of-two accused a Nigerian actress, Awele Odita, of being pregnant for her NURTW official husband, Koko Zaria (Read here). Now, after almost two months, Kokozaria has confirmed that he is indeed in a relationship with Awele and even hints that they are married.
He posted a photo of himself and Awele on Instagram and wrote; "Aya olomu original, take it or leave it i love you like kilode @aweleodita7" Awele replied to the post with, "I love you too my King".
Kokozaria went on to refer to both his wife and Awele as "my wives".
For weeks now, Kokozaria had been dropping clues that he was in a relationship with Awele by commenting on her photos with endearing words and Awele on her part always replied him, referring to him as her king. Today will be the first time he is confirming it in no uncertain terms.
At the time Kokozaria's wife (aka Mumcy Aliyah) accused the actress of being pregnant for her husband, Awele had denied being pregnant, but she did not deny being in a relationship with the man. Though the relationship has now been confirmed, the pregnancy is still a rumour.
Goerge W. Bush praises Jimmy Kimmel's anti-Trump Oscars opening monologue
mer US president George Bush was a guest on 'Jimmy Kimmel Live' on Thursday where he told Kimmel that he saw his opening anti-Trump monologue at the Oscars and thought it was really good.
Bush laughed as Kimmel made fun of Trump but avoided mentioning his name in spite of the host's attempts to get him to mention the current president's name.
Kimmel proceeded to ask Bush how he dealt with jokes made against him while he was president especially when Will Farell's Saturday Night Live impression of him to which Bush revealed that he loved it.
"I love humor and the best humor is when you make fun of yourself," Bush said. And Kimmel replied, "Tell that to the president", throwing another jab at Trump.
Kimmel went on to make other comparisons between the former president and the current one. While Trump has complained about news networks and their coverage of him, Bush said he didn't ever watch television while he was in office. He also said he enjoyed attending the White House Correspondents Dinner. Trump on his part boycotted the Dinner after accusing the media of misrepresenting him.
Another contrast between Trump and Bush which the show revealed was in their opinion of The Wall Street Journal.Trump slammed The Wall Street Journal last year while Bush said he relied on the publication for his daily news.
Bush was on Kimmel's show to promote his new book, Portraits of Courage: Commander in Chief's Tribute to America's Warriors. It is a book containing oil paintings by the former president of members of the Armed Forces. hi
Illustration by Cassidy
At the end of a quiet road, behind a veil of twisted black oak trees, there was a house. A woman lived there. On bitter nights like this one, she sat by the fire and read until she grew tired enough for sleep. But on this night, as her lids grew heavy, she was startled by a sound. A sound she wasn’t accustomed to hearing these days. Who could be calling, she wondered? And this late? She rose from her chair and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“I’m going to kill you,” a man with a deep voice said.
“Who is this?” she asked.
No answer.
“Who is this?” she repeated, her hand trembling.
There was a click. Silence. She quickly dialled the police and explained what had happened. The officer told her to wait while he traced the call. After a few moments he said, “The call is coming from . . . inside your house.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” she said. “How could someone beinside my house?”
“He probably broke in,” he said.
“Oh yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
“And that’s not everything,” he said. “I’m not a police officer.”
“You aren’t?”
“No, I’m the killer guy from before. I never actually hung up.”
“But I heard a click.”
The man made a clicking sound with his mouth. “Like that?” he said.
“Wow, that’s really good.”
“Thanks.”
“So, are you really inside my house?”
“Yeah, totally.”
“Where?”
The man’s breathing grew heavier. “I like your hair,” he said.
“Wait, you can see me?”
“Yes.”
“Wait, you like my hair?”
“It’s really nice.”
“If you can see me, then what am I wearing?”
“Looks like a blouse from Banana and a skirt from . . . Anne Taylor Loft?”
“Wow, you really can see me.”
“I can also see—wait, what the hell is that?”
“What?”
“There’s a person, a ghost hovering near you.”
“It’s sort of hard to trust you after the click thing.”
“No I’m serious, over by the couch.”
The woman turned and gasped, “Oh my god, I see it! I knew this place was haunted.”
“Jesus Christ. Is it a kid? Eww, he’s all translucent.”
“Looks like a little boy.”
“What does he want??”
“I think he wants to play. He’s holding a kite.”
The ghost boy floated closer and spoke: “Play with meeeeee.”
“Oh my God, he can talk!” the man said.
“Play with meeeeee,” the ghost boy repeated.
“Um, no thank you!” the man said.
“He can’t hear you,” the woman said.
“Put me on speaker.”
“Hold on,” she said. “Try now.”
“We don’t want to play with you! O.K., junior? Just run along.”
“Why?” the boy said, cocking his head to one side. “Playing is fun.”
“No it isn’t!” the man yelled .
“Who are you?” the ghost boy asked the woman. “Why are you in my house?”
“Oh, I’m Ellen. I actually live in this house now. And the voice you’re hearing on the phone is . . . I didn’t get your name.”
“It’s, uh, Douglas,” the man said, reluctantly.
“Douglas is hiding somewhere in here to kill me, right, Douglas?” Ellen said.
“That was the plan,” Douglas said .
“And you guys are scared of a kid with a kite? Jesus,” the ghost boy said.
“A dead kid with a kite!” Douglas said.
There was a heavy silence for several moments. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
“Expecting someone?” Douglas asked.
It rang again. Ellen walked over and opened it. Standing there was a hulking man in ratty clothes, barely concealing a bloodied machete behind his back.
“Pardon me, Ma’am,” he said. “My car broke down and I was wondering if I could charge my phone in your house?”
“Sorry, I don’t think so,” Ellen said, starting to close the door.
The man shoved his foot inside. “Well, I do think so,” he said.
Ellen stumbled and fell to the ground.
“Who the hell is that?” Douglas screamed.
“I’m a homicidal drifter. Who the hell are you?” the drifter said, confused. “Where’s that voice coming from?”
“He’s a killer hiding in my house,” Ellen said, holding up the phone. “Douglas.”
“Hiding? Where?” the drifter asked, looking around nervously.
“He’s in the closet,” the ghost boy said.
“What in the shit is that?” the drifter screamed.
“I’m a ghost. I used to live here like a hundred years ago. Oh, and let me guess, you don’t want to play with me.”
“Hell, no, I don’t want to play with you. What’s going on in here?”
“What’s going on is no one will play with me!”
“For Christ’s sake, no one’s flying a kite at night,” Douglas shouted. “Give it up!”
The ghost boy began to cry.
“Now you made him cry, Douglas,” Ellen chided.
“Sorry if I’m a little on edge because you let a killer into the house,” Douglas said.
“First of all, I didn’t let him in, he busted in,” Ellen said.
“It’s true, I did,” the drifter said.
“Second of all, you’re also a killer, Douglas.”
“Touché,” the drifter said.
“And third of all, don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to the dead kid.”
“O.K., O.K. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” Douglas said.
The ghost boy smiled. Everyone seemed to calm down a bit, until the doorbell rang again. Ellen walked toward the door.
“DON’T!” the three others shouted.
She opened it and peered outside. There was no one there, just a large wooden box on the front step.
“There’s a box out here,” Ellen said. “There’s no label or anything,”
“I have a bad feeling about this box,” the drifter said.
“I hate this box,” the ghost boy said.
Ellen ignored them and carried it inside. She turned to the drifter. “May I?” He wiped his machete on his pants and handed it to her. She popped open the top, reached in, and pulled out a tattered clown doll with a sinister grin.
“What is it? What is it?” Douglas yelled, through the phone.
“Some sort of clown doll,” Ellen said.
“I don’t want to play with a clown doll,” the ghost boy said, beginning to cry.
“Why don’t we just put this thing back in the box before it gives us all nightmares, O.K.?” the drifter said.
“Look, there’s a string,” Ellen said, pulling it before anyone could object. The clown began to wheeze, its eyes shifted from side to side, and an eerily cheerful song emanated from its open mouth.
Welcome to my circus,
My circus of fun.
There’s nowhere to hide.
There’s nowhere to run.
You’re all my guests inside the Big Top.
I’m going to kill you all, basically.
The clown let out a terrible cackle.
“Really psyched you pulled the string, Ellen,” Douglas said. “I mean, come on!”
“What does the clown mean?” the ghost boy asked.
“I think he was pretty clear,” the drifter said, wringing his hands. “He’s going to kill us all . . . basically.”
“How’s a doll going to kill us?” Ellen asked.
Each of them silently surveyed the room in anticipation. Suddenly, the lights went out.
“What happened? Who did that?” the ghost boy screamed.
“I can’t see anything!” the drifter said, “I literally can’t see anything because it’s too dark now!”
Through the darkness, Ellen let out a cry, “Oh no!”
“Ellen?” Douglas screamed, “What is it?”
“It’s the clown! It killed her,” said the drifter, his voice shaking. “And we’re next!”
“He killed Ellen!” the ghost boy sobbed.
Seconds later, the lights flashed back on. Ellen’s hands were raised to her face.
“My stupid contact lens slid out of place,” she said, spreading her eyelids apart, and poking at her pupil. “So annoying.”
“Oh, please don’t do that,” the drifter said, squirming.
“What’s she doing?” Douglas asked, with dread.
“Touching her actual eyeball with her actual finger,” the ghost boy said, wincing.
“It’s a real slippery one,” Ellen said, maneuvering deeper into her eye. “Can’t get a grip on it.”
Douglas gagged. “Oh my god, that’s so vile.”
The drifter raised his fist to his mouth with a grimace, as Ellen pressed her thumb against her wet, quivering eyeball for leverage.
“Ugh, now I think it’s folded up under my lid,” said Ellen, stretching her lid out. “Can someone look and tell me if they can see it?”
There was a click from the phone.
“Douglas? Was that a real click?”
The ghost boy faded into the wall, saying, “I’m out.”
“Ghost boy?”
She heard the front door opening behind her. “Drifter? You, too?”
The drifter turned to her with a dazed look, “I hate this place so much,” he said, then dropped the machete from his limp hand and walked into the darkness.
mer US president George Bush was a guest on 'Jimmy Kimmel Live' on Thursday where he told Kimmel that he saw his opening anti-Trump monologue at the Oscars and thought it was really good.
