Greenfields
MR DAVIDO, KING OF HATERS
God pass dem. All the prayers of the celebrities, and their juju
almost work. They try their best to no make me appear this week with my
big mouth, but God pass them. So my people, I am
Amebo Pulse,
the great gossiper from the Federal Republic of Amebo., and I come
bearing good tidings. No weapon fashioned against me go size me. No
prayer directed at me, my website or any of my news sources go work. I
full ground scatter.
Last week was horrible for me. All the artistes wise up no be small.
No gists came my way, everybody dey form saint. Jim Iyke no gree fight,
Tonto Dikeh switch off her singing skills, Yvonne Nelson camera man get
accident, 2face still dey honeymoon, Wizkid never give girl public belle
(although secret sources dey try whisper to me), Iyanya still dey roll
him stiff waist, and Davido…give me sweet gist. Nothing spoil sha. Next
week still dey. As long as celebrities exist, they go still dey jones,
so
Amebo go dey bring am to you. Say Thank you, and let’s go there!
Eberi Actor 1 Of Nollywood
When
Tonto Dikeh threw off her comfort cloak of
Nollywood and mumu-ishly decided to join the music industry that is as
confused as Oshodi bus stop, she had no idea what she was doing. But my
guess was all those sycophant wankers on Twitter had given her shitty
advice. She spanked her small chest (I know what’s in your mind. Hers
are small), and deceived herself saying ‘I knew it!’ She didn’t get
advice from professionals like
Amebo Pulse, and so
she’s swimming in mockery and comical mediocrity of which I’m tired of
writing volumes. Tonto honey, I officially divorce you. You are hereby
set free from the clutches of
Amebo.
Congratulations. So run along, miss.

Enter
Timaya to take the space that Tonto so ably
filled. Instead of staying with those his songs that sound like a remix
of Terry G’s madness, the guy wan follow act. Abi your Alaba marketer
don breakup with you? I hope not. I love Timaya. There’s something about
his mean look, his kpomo lips, fat face, plenty dada (dreadlocks). Na
dada jor. I be kpako, I no send you. Girls love Timaya. The fat guy
songs dey make their waist wind like indomie around fork. Guys love
Timaya, because when the indomie waists dey wind, they go carry their
body go join the winding. Sweet Timaya. Fathers and Mothers love
Timaya. Remember he’s the
Dem Mama and Dem Papa singer. So clearly everybody loves Timaya, The
Eberi Papa 1 of Bayelsa. He’s a national darling.
But before we start recommending him for 2015 senatorial elections,
let’s get things straight. Timaya once did some police station time
because of his refusal to allow a romantic gift go away with the dead
love. He once went to a church where an innocent woman was supposed to
get married in peace and caused enough trouble to qualify for Federal
Amnesty.
So considering all these things in mind, I was very scared when I saw
the picture above. Please refer back to that to that picture and finger
the odd one out. His name is Timaya! See how all the others in the
picture are all smiling and feeling at home. Then see our Eberi Papa.
The guy face dey like say him brain dey sweat. This is because he knows
that the laughter reserved for Tonto Dikeh is set to come his way.
Imagine what my oga at the top went through. Timaya knows, so he’s
having sleepless nights and prayer sessions to deliver him from the
movie. But there’s still an opportunity for you to avoid all of that.
Just pack your bags and run. Even if you don chop their money clean
mouth, still run. But the police will be your friend.
You’ve put yourself in NSCDC’s position, and I don’t envy you. God be with you, because in this one, you can’t
shake out your bom bom.
Omotola Congrats Jare
Omotola Jalade-Ekeinde, your mama born you well. You
are a confirmed daughter of the order of the Niger. GEJ, Take note.
Give her an award, or maybe amnesty and pardon. Last week Omosexy broke
into the Times 100 Most Influential People on earth, as usual, Nigeria
develop epilepsy sharp sharp. Everybody begin dey happy, dey jollof. Una
thank you. She don work hard for all of una TV set.

But any soup wey sweet, bad-belle must always try to put too much
pepper so that the thing go spoil. Some people, instead of dancing
azonto with her and drinking all through the night in celebration of her
progress, they actually started hating. See, it is more gracious to
give jolly than to catch typhoid fever over the good wey person dey
enjoy. No be her fault say you never hammer. No be her fault say she no
come from your village wey the winches and winch-men no gree allow you
chop clean mouth. She is innocent, you hear? So clap for her and show
her some love. That’s how to follow happy, so that when
your turn come (that is when those winch people die), we go follow kill
goat, or cow, then drink palmie.
Omosexy, we are proud of you. More hustle to your soft muscle.