Wole Soyinka Finally Destroys His American Green Card

Nobel prize-winning author Wole Soyinka has finally destroyed his US residency green card. He made the revelation on Thursday after he had pledged to destroy the card if Donald Trump wins the presidential election.

According to an AFP report, Soyinka said he destroyed his green card during a conference at the University of Johannesburg.

“I have already done it, I have disengaged (from the United States). I have done what I said I would do,” the 82-year-old said on the sidelines of an education conference at the University of Johannesburg.

“I had a horror of what is to come with Trump… I threw away the (green) card, and I have relocated, and I’m back to where I have always been” — meaning his homeland Nigeria.

The renowned playwright and poet who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1986 and has been a regular teacher at US universities including Harvard, Cornell and Yale said he wouldn’t discourage Nigerians from acquiring a green card.

“It’s useful in many ways. I wouldn’t for one single moment discourage any Nigerians or anybody from acquiring a green card… but I have had enough of it,” he said.

Fausa Eleja **sason 2** (episode 1)

EPISODE 1

Mehn couple life sweet like

heaven........our fathers and mothers are really enjoying the

life of being together.......... I have never witness this in my

life before.........chai!!! come see me see

enjoyment..............ooo boy! if you are living alone while you

have your girlfriend in another hostel...i will advise you to go

there now and pick her up to stay with you in your

hostel........or if na you go kuku pack your load go meet

am...........cos ah no fit deceive you....couple life na like say

you dey

paradise.............................cooking=free.....washing=free..........

..sexx=fullest enjoys................domestic works=free .....buh mr

man i pity your future .....follow me see wetin happen to

me.............................................i went back to my

hostel the second day to pack my load, moving

to my new wife's apartment because i can't just sit there and

be watching a lecturer coming to my girl's house and be

sampling her for free.......lailai........i made up my mind

hastily.went to my hostel to pack my load.......on getting to

my

hostel's gate....................i perceived a momour like weeping

without tears, sometimes it sounded like a tragic

song.....................i walked toward my room. I sighted seyi

holding a novel but not concentrating too much on it..sitting

on a bench.........our eyes met iso irky....i can deduce from her

looks that she has lost more weight than that of

yesterday......she look very light

and lin.............her eyes was brown throughout and falling

more litle inside as if e wan enter the body..............i felt so

pity for her but i was

shocked and bothered with her looks toward me as the two

eyes met......she looks at me in a

pitiful manner like a lunatic that talk like a brainy person but

doesn‟t get a solution to his madness ..I counted it as

nothing.......................she looks me in amazing and moves her

eyes from my hair down to my toe before she sway

it back to pickup some point in her novel.............by this time

she produced a maximum concentration to the book than she

did before............i just don‟t send her because the look

pressurize more to my believe that she was

just deceiving me before....and my hatred toward her

increases fast forward...........................i lean behind my door

and looked back to where she was........i found out that she

had stopped reading but place her hand on her chin tapping

her jaw and she bend her head not much but looking down as

if it was on ground her answers to the exam she was doing

was....................i bravely entered my room. started packing

my property.............i packed some in a big ghana must go

bag...

some in a leather bag....some are taken out unparked and

some are folded together.......in just 35mins i have finished

the packing...........i

saw her glancing at me often and

often................when i finished

the packing i could drew it from her eyes that she

couldn't bear it any longer........she stood up and took her

leave to

her room...........it

seems nobody was not in the hostel that time because the

hostel was much quite.............................i took my leave to

get a cab for my load. I passed through her apartment..on

getting to seyi's window...i could hear a very loud sound that

talked much

about the higher capacity of her weeping....she was crying as

if she lost a child.....I felt so pity for her and i stood at her

window for like 15minutes

thinking of what to do.............

"this girl is crying because of me"

".....yes...........its because of me.....should i go to meet

herinside??????"

" Oboy if u try am na death u dey play with, she fit stab

u to dealth at that moment oooooo"

"......should I say this girl loves me more than fausa??????"

" No I don't think so jur, if truly she love me, why can't she

allow me to see her nakedness for once, "

"I know what she was doing, it seems she has been

deflowered, but don't want me to raise gesture of her since

she claimed to be a cealed engine,"

",,,she dey play smart abi, but how ah go feel if I found out

she is not a virgin on our wedding day????? "

"Am I going to kill myself?????"

.".ah beg all this cry cry na fake jur...."

".na because she don't know where to start again...na im dey

make im weep like that jare..."

....These are the stranges thought that flew on me that

moment..........i dont know

when i started sheding tears along with her as she increases

the rate............but not that heavy to the extent comparing to

hers...................i was back alive when i heard my name

echoed directed from the gate.......

The Cleaning Lady (episode 8)

Episode 8

That night Kunle couldn’t sleep. He had to go to the toilet more than five times. By the next morning, he was so weak. He had to call out sick. But he still used his herbs religiously. By the third day his body had gotten used to it. His lower back no longer felt weak and for the first time in months, he was having morning wood.

Saturday morning, he was relaxing in bed watching a Premiership match when he heard the movement of a cart being dragged along the pathway outside. He quickly jumped out of bed and looked out the window. He was so happy to see it was Sheila. He quickly threw on a shirt and ran outside.

“Sheila. Where have you been?” he asked her.

She looked up at him at the sound of her name, a frown on her face. She hissed and began to push her cart away. Kunle quickly moved to where she was and held onto her arm.

“Sheila please. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all those things to you. Please, I beg you.” He pleaded.

Sheila just stood there. She didn’t respond nor did she turn to face him. Kunle prodded more.

“I know I hurt you so much with my words, but I shouldn’t have. I was going through some emotional issues. At least let me explain to you.”

He led her into his room and sat her down. For the next half hour he talked, telling her about Lara, his problem, how he went to apologize to her, and the emotional insults he received. When he finished she sighed. She removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

“So you went through all that and you didn’t tell me.” She finally answered, the first words she would speak to him since the day she left his room crying.

“I’m so sorry Sheila. I was an emotional wreck. I wasn’t thinking properly.”

“You should have at least told me instead of yelling on me like that.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Look I like you. I like you a lot. But what you did that day broke my heart. I had sworn I wasn’t going to come back here anymore, but I had no choice. I’m still pissed off at you, and its going to take a while before I get over it.”

“Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

“No. I will get over it eventually.”

“Sheila please. I don’t want you to hate me. I want to be your friend. Please forgive me and forget it” Kunle pleaded, going down on his knees infront of her.

She sighed and averted her eyes from his gaze. Her bust rose gently to her breathing. 

“Sheila...please…I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. At least tell me I’m forgiven.”

“Okay I forgive you” she replied bashfully.

He held out his hands, inviting her for a hug. She lowered herself into his embrace, squashing her breasts into his chest. He caressed her back and gave her a small peck on her cheek. He felt her fist slam into his back and he howled in pain.

“And none of that. It’s too early.” She replied.

She stood up and looked at her wristwatch. “I have to go now. Maybe if im not too tired I’ll come around and help you arrange here a bit. This place is messy.”

“I have counter proposal.” Kunle offered. “Why don’t you help me clean here one in a while, and I pay you for it?”

She thought about it. “Well it depends on what you are offering.”

“I’ll pay you 5k for a month, if you come twice a week.”

“6k and I’ll consider your offer.”

They settled for 5k every Saturday. That meant she would have to shift her Saturday schedule to Friday. She thanked him wiggled and bounced her way out the door.

For the next couple of weekends she came over to his place for a couple of hours and helped him clean up. She cleaned his kitchen, scrubbed his bathroom, she even did his laundry once. The only issue he had was her. She would come all dressed proper but once she got in, she always changed to some tight clothes that emphasized her curves. Called them her “work clothes” or something. Her boobs always bounced and he had a hard time not staring. She caught him once ogling her and waved her brush at him. There was a time she wore a pair of bum shorts and a low cut t-shirt so tight it seemed they were painted on. Her breasts were almost spilling out of the shirt as she bent over and scrubbed in her merriment. The sight of her breasts, smooth thighs and round arse were becoming too much for him and he had to step outside for a minute to breathe. Wow. This girl is hot!!! Lara will pale in comparison beside her. Lara. He chuckled. He hadn’t thought about her in a while. He remembered the good times they had together before success and money got into her head. Lara. Well, that’s a part of his life he decided to close. He was already getting over her already and felt that…….

“Kunle, you okay?” Sheila sked. He was so lost in thought that he hadn’t realized she was bent over staring at him, a gloved hand waving in his face. He jolted back into reality.

“Oh Sheila. I’m sorry. I was lost in thought.”

“You were thinking of her right?”

“Who?”

“Lara.”

“Lara ke? Why would I think of Lara when I have a more beautiful younger version in front of me?”

“Version? Do I look like a piece of software to you?” she replied with a playful frown on her face.

Kunle glanced down her shirt and down her deep cleavage. She caught his glance, looked down, and stood upright.

“You like ogling me right?”

He bit his lip. “Well you give me no choice, with all the clothes you wear.”

“Do you want me to stop wearing them? I could if they are that distracting.”

“I didn’t say so. I just pray one day you don’t cause an accident on the highway.”

She laughed. “A friend of mine told me once that if she were a man, she would have raped me. Do you feel the same way?”

“Why would I want to rape you? Rape is not the word.”

“Okay what’s the right word then?”

“Sheila, will you let me be?”

“You started it first by looking down my shirt.”

“Okay. Sorry. I will try not to look again.”

“Anyways I wanted to ask if you want me to cook anything for you. I found some iced fish in your freezer.”

“No don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“Okay. I will just go change and be off then.”

She walked away to get ready to leave.

“By the way” Kunle said. 

“Yesss???”

“Your breasts are very round and lovely” he replied in response to her unasked question.

She beamed and walked away, swaying her hips and laughing at the expression on his face.

“Kunle, you are an ashawo. You no dey see woman for face?” she said, batting her eyelids at him like a puppy.

“If you know how much I’ve been trying to control myself from pouncing on you, you will not be talking like that.” he murmured.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

Kunle thought of Sheila frequently throughout the week, unable to get that perfect body out of his mind. She was gradually beginning to replace Lara in his mind. She was so carefree, jovial, happy and innocent, though a bit naïve to the world. One night, he dreamed of her. He was in his room when she came in, naked as the day she was born. “I want you to take me” she had told him. His clothes had somehow disappeared and she had suddenly appeared on top of him. He could see her tits swaying in front of him. He had reached out to grab and caress them and he felt her hand gliding up and down his throbbing shaft. He groaned as she straddled him. In his mind's eye he buried his face between her breasts as she guided her smooth cunt onto his erection. In his dream, he began to thrust into her, the pressure in his balls soon increasing and becoming unbearable. Groaning, he came hard, jerking awake as he ejaculated. Something that had not happened to him in a long while, in spite of his condition. “I’ve been thinking too much about this girl” he told himself. He groaned softly, rose and seeing that it was nearly time to get up, went ahead and padded to the shower to clean up and prepare for work.

Reekado Banks Shares Throwback Photo, List Series Of Achievement, Says He's Not Even 23 Yet

Mavins record singer, Reekado Banks took to his Twitter to share a 3 years apart photo and also list his achievement even though he isn’t 23 yet.

Well, his Wikipedia says he is 21 and will be 22 by December. Thumbs up to him.

See his list of Achievements below:-

Agony Of An Orphan (episode 3)

episode 3

since i got an appointment, i worked very fast, i finished the work around 2:30, i got home by 2:45 in the afternoon, i quickly bath, dressed up, then i saw mama coming

me: mama, welcome

mama: my son, are you going somewhere?

me: mama, princess chika told me to wait for her

mama: princess chika?

Me: yes mama

Mama: may i know why?

me: she saw me when i was going to chief ugo's farm in the morning, she requested to know me, i introduced myself to her, she told me to wait for her at noon, she will send someone to come and take me to the palace.

mama: hmm, maybe you are lucky, may God be with you.

me: amen mama

not long after, one of the palace guards came to our house

palace guard: are you chuckwuemeka?

me: yes i am

palace guard: princess chika wants you in the palace now

me: okay, mama i will be back

mama: God bless you my son

i enter the car and we drove off, i was thinking of what awaits me in the palace, what did princess chika wants from me? 10 minutes later we got to the palace, thank God igwe is not around, am just so much afraid of his royal majesty. The guard took me to princess chika's lodge, well am also surprise, she had her own self contain flat. She saw me, she smiled a little bit.

me: **i bow** good afternoon my princess

princess chika: chuckwuemeka; how are you?

me: am good

princess chika: i sent for you, probably because i want to see you

me: okay ma, what would you like me to do for you?

princess chika: **talking to the guards** excuse us

Guard 1: But my princess, his highness ordered us to always stay with you

Guard 2: yes my princess

princess chika: wasn't i the one who told you to excuse us?

guard 1: but my princess...

princess chika: **cut in** are you deaf?

guard 1 & 2: sorry my princess, **eyeing me evilly**

**chai, i don die today**

the guards went out, then she turned to me

princess chika: sorry about

me: its okay ma

princess chika: hey, stop saying ma!! just call me chika!

me: **feeling uncomfortable**okay m.. okay princess

princess chika: just call me chika, c'mon you are older than me

me: okay chika

chika: that is it..

**we both laugh**

chika: well, is that woman your mother?

me: no, she is just my helper, but i consider her my mother, because she's always been there for me

chika: wow, so where are your real parent?

me: am an orphan

chika: what? sorry 

me: its okay

one thing led to the other in our chat, we talked for like 20minutes, her maid brought a plate of fried rice and wine. chai! when is the last time i tasted fried rice? but am shy.. someone should help me ooo..

she opened the cover, she hand me one spoon, i took it from her, we started eating, cant believe this, am eating in the same plate with the princess.

after eating, she cleaned the table

chika: chuckwuemeka, i want you to be my friend

me: **smiling** its okay

chika: so from now on, we are friends, deal?

me: deal **we laughed**

**to be continued**

Lady Cries Out, Says Bobrisky Blocked Her Number After Paying Him For Cream

A lady identified as Adekoya Timileyin Abiola, has blasted Nigerian male barbie doll, Bobrisky, for allegedly blocking her number after she paid him for his products.

She sent photo evidence of the chats she had with Bobrisky and payment into his account to radio on-air personality, Freeze.

Freeze posted the image with the following caption.

“Lady claims Bobrisky collected money from her for some products but refused to deliver! I’m sure there is a mix up somewhere and Bobrisky would deliver.

Here is her email anyway

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Gud evng daddyfreeze, so sorry to bother you, I just want you to pls make it known to plp that the so called male barbie doll named Bobrisky has started scamming with the cream he sells I sent him money to send me cream and after I sent the money he has just been giving me all sorts of excuses like he already sent it ,or he forgot to send it and it’s been 1mnth now, he blocked my number completely that I can’t reach him, and he claims to have a rich Bae.”

Adekunle Gold Says He Is Ready For Any Lady That Is Willing To Marry Him (photos)

YBNL artist Adekunle Gold seems to be eager to settle down with a woman. This is good news for single ladies, the Orente singer is altar ready, he does not want a baby mama! The YBNL artist advertised his availability on Instagram on Wednesday, November 30 and even dressed ready for his traditional wedding in all aso oke outfit.

He posted this picture and said he would make a good Yoruba groom. He is asking, ‘are you ready to marry me?’ He wrote:

“I’l make a fine ass Yoruba groom bruh😋. Who’s ready to marry a Yoruba man(not demon 😒)?”

Adekunle Gold

Gold is known to always sing about his love for a lady or his search for one. First, it was Shade and later he sang Orente after which he begged God to Pick Up His Call for a good life and wife.

When he thought God was not fast enough in answering his call he sang Ready in which he announced he is ready to love. And now he has brought himself to willing ladies.