This will ruin you by Salawu Ibrahim

.I just kept on staring at the corner of the bed where the slap landed me on.I’m sorry, I’m sorry please; it was a mistake ‘tiwa kept on repeating

She dared not touch me. I then began to remember the things I said I would do to any girl who slaps me when I was much younger but alas, if it doesn’t happen to you, you never know.
It was the first time she slapped but not the first time she did something similar.It was my birthday on the 17th day in August last year. She was the first to call me
‘Don’t pick any calls apart from mine, she jealously said’ mo ti gbo oShe was like my first love having been chaste throughout my university days“It’s going to be a great day” she said   I know, I replied
We already scheduled plans for the day. I woke up in the morning, took a special bath and dressed neatly with voices whispering ‘it’s going to be a great day’ in my head. It was my second birthday with my girlfriend; my first love. We met at our rendezvous. She welcomed me with a warm kiss.
We were going to have lunch, and basically just have fun for the rest of the day before we returned to my house for a special birthday sex
At the restaurant, we ordered our meals and started eating, staring at each other like one of the scenes in a Hollywood movie. Soon enough, I recognized an old friend nearby who fortunately saw my birthday notification on facebook. Of course she wanted to greet me. She rushed towards me with a hug. I had to leave the table to talk to her. She excused me away from Tiwa for a little chat. I kept on looking back and making signs I’d join her soon. In less than 3 minutes, I was back. Her face changed, I didn’t know what happened she flared up, got angry uncontrollably and scattered the table spilling the dishes on me. I was so embarrassed but had to act normal and leave there. Birthday came to an impromptu finish. It was the worst birthday ever
Sadly, it didn’t end there. I didn’t know she was capable of doing worse. The other incident that happened was on my sister’s wedding and as my girlfriend; she had a spot among family. She came over as a guest. I had plans to introduce her to the big family unknown to her. As expected, I was busy throughout the event serving people food and attending to other requests from the invited guests. Tiwa was sitted all alone in the hall like we agreed; I didn’t want to engage her in the stress of being an usher. It wasn’t so difficult errands with help from my younger female cousin who is very pretty of course. Probably she must have had the thought she wasn’t who I told her she was. We were very close of course and maybe she looked like she was my girlfriend. Just maybe.
At the end of the whole days work, I went to sit with her. She was livid and her face looked very hard, like someone who had been abandoned. I thought she understood how busy I would be before she agreed to come to the ceremony. I tried to joke with her but all she did was shout at me in and angrily left the event. The attention of the hall was directed towards my side. I tried to calm them down by telling them she was just an unsatisfied guest. Not so many people knew her after all so it was quite easy for me. Again, it was an embarrassing outing with her.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with a jealous woman, I said to myself that night. Little did I know it would only get worse. I didn’t know I would get slapped too.
It wasn’t all rosy. We had fights more than often and it was difficult having to combine work with such a life threatening relationship.
All through the years, I thought I could change her to stop being jealous on seeing me with anyone else but I was wrong. People do not change so easily. I lied to myself.
I wanted to take her home to mama.
She isn’t the one for me……….. She isn’t the one for me…. I kept on telling myself as tears flowed down my cheek till I slept off.
This will ruin you, I told her as she packed her bags the following morning.
I’m 27 and still searching.
Thanks for reading
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Cobhams ft Falz -Boosit (The VW review)





Cobhams ft Falz -Boosit

You can be whatever you set out to be,regardless of your physical disabilities. Cohbams Asuquo is a typical example of this. Cohbams is a blind and extremely talented singer,songwriter and music producer that was born in Jos,Nigeria. His works are being celebrated all over the world and have as well earned him numerous awards. He has his own record label known as Cobhams Asuquo Music Production (CAMP) but is also signed on to Sony ATV,London. The funny and cheerful Cobhams is married to his heartthrob,Ojuolape Veronica and the union is blessed with a baby boy.

THE REVIEW
   From the title “Boosit” (the “falzical” term for Bullshit) and the collaboration with Falz,it was not hard to tell that the song was going to tread the path of humour.
  However,in the midst of the humour important subject matters were considered. The issue of dishonest political leaders was examined,this is noticed in the line “climb up and shop money is your blueprint”.
  Domestic violence and rape are equally examined. Check out the lines in the song that states “when you come through the door you say whazzup with a punch……if I say no yo climb me by force then tomorrow morning you say the devil was at work”.
  These are some societal ills that need to be corrected. The song is 4:37s long and is satirical in nature. The instrumental  blends perfectly with the song,the vocal strength of Cobhams as well as the flows of Falz makes the song on point. Well done Cobhams and Falz!!

Vexscheworld Rating 

Content -0.9
Melody-0.6
Delivery-0.7
Voicing -0.6
Production-0.8

Overall rating- 3.6


Review by Abimbola Adenmosun for the vexscheworld review panel 

View Abimbola’s profile here 

CALL ME FLAMES

OFFICIAL PRESS RELEASE 

( call me FLAMES ) 


Vexsche music act , Olaosebikan Yinka formerly known as Ymatazz would now be reffered to as Flames ,

 Following the release of his  successful single Flames Of love (featuring @koladePelumi), this talented young man  is rebranding and re-introducing himself to the world as Flames.

Vexsche music is also pleased to  tease the release of a scintillating tune by this remarkable musician!

———————– BURNING UP by FLAMES  hits the world soon——————-

Tip : The song will be featuring an extremely talented and dazzling songstress, her identity would be released shortly ( Wait on us)

Download Flames of love here

View Flames’ complete profile here

VEXSCHEWORLD NEWS

The release of Airplanes by @koladepelumi has been shifted by one week, due to some logistical planning. We apologise for the dissapointment.

New release date : 06/05/2015

STELLAR YOUTH (AKINYEMI TIMILEHIN)


Trendexpress.net is arguably one of the fastest rising digital magazines in Africa right now. They deliver content that are both educating and at the same time entertaining .

Akinyemi Timilehin is the C.E.O of this platform and the vexscheworld media team set him up to be our featured personalty on this month’s edition of stellar youth . His story is inspiring and there are a lot of things to be learnt.

ENJOY this exclusive interview

1)Who is Timmy (Asides the popular Blogger the world knows you as)

TIMMY

 Firstly, let me thank you for having me on your platform. It is a wonderful privilege.
My name is Akinyemi Oluwatimileyin, a native of Ogun state, South-west NIGERIA. I’m the last of 4 children and the only male. 🙂

 I grew up in the North, Niger state precisely where I had my elementary education and then we moved to Ogun state in year 2002. I had my secondary education at Paragon int’l comprehensive college, Abeokuta and then Moshood Abiola Polytechnic where I studied Civil engineering before moving to Federal university of Agriculture Abeokuta for Hydroengineering. 

2) Tell us your philosophy about life, What makes you tick?

TIMMY : 

 About that, one thing about me is that I’m very optimistic in nature. I believe everything is possible because if you can think it it’s actually possible. I’m a lover of creativity and innovations. I’m a creative person and a lover of wonderful ideas, being unique and doing things differently and still touching lives.

 So, in that wise, I do not allow fear to take charge of me, whatever the case maybe, I make sure I eliminate fear because to live a creative life, one must first lose the fear of being wrong. Life isn’t a struggle. I play my game and I don’t see myself as being in competition with anybody .

The thing is, in this age, we all go through lots of intense pressures and stress of life. People are falling victim to stress, anxiety, worry and fear. So, another is finding peace; which is very important and by so doing, nothing will ever knock one off his/her game.

Hard work has no substitute, ain’t no shortcut to success. If we make up our mind what we are going to make of our lives, then work hard towards that goal, we never lose, somehow we win.


“Hard work has no substitute, ain’t no shortcut to success”
– AKINYEMI TIMILEHIN


3)What other things do you love doing creating the next trendy content

TIMMY :

 Errrr, actually I’m a lover of fun and I enjoy doing quite a number of things. I’m a writer, I love to read and write. I read almost anything that comes my way, I always want to know things. The Internet is like my best friend.

 I love seeing movies, travelling and meeting people. I love listening to the radio a lot and listening to good music. I love to sing as well. I’ve got quite a good voice (smiles) and I enjoy playing certain musical instruments (drums basically) among others.

I love to make people laugh/smile. I like it when I’m the reason for someone’s happiness. I’m not a comedian but I could be unintentionally funny. I look really cool and gentle, but……. (laughs)

TIMMY singing during Trendsexpress’ Karaoke Party on Valentine’s day  2016

                       

4)What would you be doing if you were not blogging

TIMMY :

Probably broadcasting. I’ve got great passion for it and I believe I might still end up going into it.


5)What inspired you to start Trendsexpress?

TIMMY :

 Actually, I’ve been into regular blogging since 2013 but I didn’t really take it seriously. I figured there’re lots of bloggers out there, everyone doing almost the same thing. So, I figured I need a sort of re-branding. I’ve got passion for fashion, I’m a fashion enthusiast. 

Trendsexpress came about as an expression of my passion. T.E started out basically as a fashion blog, but then the dream got bigger; I decided to make it a fashion and lifestyle digital magazine providing contents you can’t just find on any regular blog/site

I had lots of ideas in my head and I knew I couldn’t handle it all alone so I thought of a good friend of mine who is of great intellect, Bamgbose Temitayo, he’s a lifestyle coach and a self improvement tutor. I shared my ideas with him and we decided to partner and make Trendsexpress a dream come through and I thank God for He has been seeing us through. 

I just wanted a little bit of difference, didn’t want to follow the crowd.

6)What do you want to achieve with Trendsexpress

TIMMY :


 Trendsexpress is a unique brand, different from the norms. Trendsexpress (www.trendsexpress.net) is  a digital magazine with thousands of followers aimed with the objectives of enlightening and re-branding our readers in the form of lifestyle articles, relationship articles, fashion articles, bizarre news and self improvement articles. 

T.E is a force to reckon with as it gains its online presence on various media platforms. We’re making notable huge strides in educating, entertaining and informing our esteemed readers and subscribers. In our mission and strategy to grow, our aim is to showcase entertainers/entrepreneurs/big achievers and the values they offer to the globe.

We aim at showcasing successful entrepreneurs/artistes/models/awardees that are thriving in their area of expertise. In this respect, we magnify their career, business and industries to the world, creating awareness for them and making them a source of inspiration to those who desire to tow their path. 

I noticed people in this part of the world don’t listen to, read or watch what they need they do so to what they want and logically; needs is of more priority than wants. In this vein we tend to give them both needs and wants all in one package. What they want to read or hear being what they also need.

So, trends express with very capable hands  is leaving no stone Unturned to become one of Africa’s leading media brands, refining, reforming and educating people in an entertaining way

7)Where do you see T.E in the next 2 years

TIMMY :

 In the next 2 years, I see T.E as one of the leading media brands in Africa and a pace setter for other media bodies.

8) How many people are partnering with you in T. E currently


TIMMY :

 Four people currently .

9)What were your fears while starting T.E and how did you overcome them

TIMMY :

Gaining grounds and getting people to recognize the brand, never knew how to go about it all as well as getting verified by Google (which isn’t something easy),  but thank God, the feedback has really been encouraging and the growth of T.E has been rapid. Determination, hard work and consistency has been the way out. 


10)What advice do you have for someone starting up afresh.

TIMMY :


 Nothing good comes easy and like we all know, Rome wasn’t built in a day. Whatever you derive pleasure in and have passion for, waste no time, start with whatever you have and believe in yourself; with hard work, the sky is just the beginning. It’s all going to pay off in the long run. 

11) We know you are a guru web designer,  how did you acquire your skills

TIMMY :

 (laughs) I won’t call myself a guru. Learning never ends. Somewhere in the world, there will always be someone better than you at something. 

                      ” Learning never ends ” – Akinyemi Timilehin


I got to learn Web designing online. Few years ago, I remember wanting to enrol at ban ICT institute to learn and I was asked to pay about #500,000. That fee made me withdraw and so I just had to find a way out. Like I said earlier, the Internet is like my best friend, trust me; you can learn almost anything online for free. I learn everyday. Google. YouTube videos, downloaded enough pdf files. 

So, skill acquisition isn’t something you have to pay a huge amount of money for. Majority of youths today use smart phones. You shouldn’t be spending thousands on subscription monthly if you can’t gain something tangible from it.

 The Internet has empowered a lot of people, lots of businesses and all.
So, if you have the money to pay to acquire any skill your desire, do so and if not, the Internet never disappoints. 🙂

12)Kindly share with us a moment you regard as the most embarrassing moment in your life so far?

TIMMY :

(laughs). Can’t think of any at the moment.

13) Your female admirers are dying to know if they have a competition , kindly give them an answer J

TIMMY :

 (laughs) this is one question that must always be asked. Anyway, the only competition would be with Trendsexpress (smiles) 


Thanks




Kindly visit TRENDSEXPRESS and see the awesome content they have on there.


VEXSCHEWORLD NEWS 

Thanks for tuning in on this month’s segment of stellar youth. We would be back next month with another enthusiastic and passionate person ready to make a dent in the world! 

AIRPLANES BY KOLADE PELUMI has been slated to be released on 30/04/2016… Anticipate

Oluwa ni by Reekado Banks ( Music and Video Review) +lyrics

Vexscheworld Review (Music and Video) + Lyrics
Oluwa ni Reekado Banks

Alright, so we all remember the headies fiasco where it seemed the entire cyberspace was against Reekado banks winning the Next rated award, anyway Reekado banks has replied with an awesome JAM to tell his critics that maybe he deserves the award after all.
THE REVIEW
Oluwa ni  is a song of appreciation to God for progress so far. It seems the Mavin triplets are doing just that. Korede bello released somebody great last year , and now Reekado is here with Oluwa ni. Aunty Dija we are waiting for yours !
In Oluwa ni Reeekado banks is in a grateful mood and also a reflective one.  He reflects about the people who did not acknowledge him before he became a big act in the music industry .
You can’t ignore the fact that his music bears a similar resemblance to the music Wizkid was dishing out around this same period in the Star Boy Boss’s career.  Recall Wizzy’s Oluwa loni?  Reekado also reflects about the same things Wizkid was singing about in Oluwa loni but did Reekado do it better?  That is the question that would be answered in the coming weeks.
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The production
Altims did an awesome job on that track. Reekado got it right when he he shouted GBEDU WEY DEY BURST BRAIN!!!!!
FAVORITE PART
My favourite part must be when Reekado shouted GBEDU WEY DEY BURST BRAIN!!! At the beginning!
VEXSCHEWORLD REVIEW
Vexscheworld rating
Content : 0.8
Melody : 0.8
Delivery: 0.8
Voicing :0.7
Production :0.8

OVERALL RATING :  3.9/5

Video review 

    The Video which was shot by Clarence Peters depicts awesome video quality production . It parades beautiful girls who I believe wouldn’t have looked any less beautiful if they wore more clothes. The video simply shows beautiful scenery and a lot of pool activity. Even though most of the time the pool was empty. Reekado is seen many times singing in an empty pool with a band. Brilliant concept, but who sings in an empty pool really?

Vexscheworld Video rating : 3.4/5 
Reviewn by @koladePelumi for the Vexscheworld Review Panel
Check out the lyrics below!!!
[Intro]
Gbedu wey dey burst brain
Longest!!! Who no know go know
Altims on the beat o
Who no hear must hear
Say Rekaado on this one oh eh
[Hook]
Where me you dey
When juice no dey to mix my gin oh eh
Where me you dey
When girls no gree to dance my disco oh eh
Where me you dey
When NEPA no gree to shine their light oh
Where me you dey
When man no sleep dey work all night
[Verse 1]
Don Jazzy sign a small boy
Small boy turn a biggie man
Small boy buy hin mama house
Small boy drive a biggie car
Blessing follow the small boy ooh eh
Where me you, yes where me you
Down in the gutter back then where me you eh
Where me you when no BMW
Now Mr. Capable eh Banky W eh
A VIP then come out
Na ma life he no get comma
A VIP then come out
Charle me i no believe man power eh
[Chorus]
Oluwa ni, you don see Oluwa ni
Oluwa ni shebi you don see Oluwa ni
Oluwa ni shebetiri Oluwa ni
Oluwa ni shebi you don see Oluwa ni
[Hook]
Where me you dey
When juice no dey to mix my gin oh eh
Where me you dey
When girls no gree to dance my disco oh eh
Where me you dey
When NEPA no gree to shine their light oh
Where me you dey
When man no sleep dey work all night
[Verse 2]
All of my people don make am
All of my guys and my girls everybody don make am
Shebi na God dey bless am
Shebi na God baba God na hin just dey bless am
All of my guys dey relate
All of my guys wey dey hate all of them dey relate oh
All of the girls dem run over here
All of the guys dem run over here eh
[Chorus]
Oluwa ni, you don see Oluwa ni
Oluwa ni shebi you don see Oluwa ni
Oluwa ni shebetiri Oluwa ni
Oluwa ni shebi you don see Oluwa ni
[Hook]
Where me you dey
When juice no dey to mix my gin oh eh
Where me you dey
When girls no gree to dance my disco oh eh
Where me you dey
When NEPA no gree to shine their light oh
Where me you dey
When man no sleep dey work all night
[Outro]
Don Jazzy sign a small boy
Small boy turn a biggie man
Small boy buy hin mama house
Small boy drive a biggie car
Blessing follow the small boy ooh eh

The “S” on my chest by Kolade Pelumi

 
 
 
The “S” on my chest  #a short story#

Kindly Drop your comments below, It encourages us to keep writing. Thanks 
                     
Today is Saturday; I am patiently waiting for Sharon my best friend for about a year now. We had arranged a small party for me to enjoy her company one last time before she finally goes away. I actually can’t fathom why these things happen. It’s sad that CAN*** (it just creeps me out to spell it completely) has finally succeeded in snatching this wonderful creature from our midst. Sharon has been my driving force this past year .It’s hilarious to now think that when Sharon first came into our SS1 class two years ago, I (and the majority of our class) thought she was cocky and proud. I for one did not like her, probably because I felt she had come to steal my place as best in the class. She was very confident in herself but many of us mistook it for being fool of herself. She would look at any maths problem and swing her hair to the left and tell you boldly “I can solve that easily”. She loved to swish her long, black, curly, hair back and forth. How I would miss such lovely hair. 

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The battle for best in class (academically) between Sharon and I was tough. I came still came first the first term with Sharon trailing very closely behind me. The second term I received a shocker………. I was third. Even though the gap between the first three was very close (about five marks if I recall correctly). It was disgraceful to me. I, Peter Ade-Coker, third in class and the new girl came first? I was sorrowful. Actually it now feels like I was the proud one. I worked crazy hard the last term, not just because my name and honour were on the line but also, I thought to myself, that proud girl could not take my place. It paid off. I was first overall but Sharon was close as usual, coming second. That moment felt good. I would remember it for years to come.
 
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You must be wondering how Sharon and I finally became best of friends. It baffles me every now and then also. The tale goes thus. It was on this cold Sunday evening, (I remember this vividly because I lay on a chilly floor all night weeping). My dad came to break the tragic news to me. Mum died in an auto-crash. I was broken. I could not concentrate on anything including my studies. I did not care about anything else. I loved my mum (story for another day). I started doing badly in my school work I lost my focus in life. What would never cease to amaze me was that Sharon never heard about my mum’s death, all she noticed was that she had no competition in class any longer. Sharon sat me down to discuss about my decline in academic performance. She listened carefully to me. I slowly narrated my ordeal. (A little ashamed to admit this though) I cried on Sharon’s shoulder. I fell in love with Sharon that day. Not the kind of love all of you are thinking about, by the way what is this world turning to?
 
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I created a strong connection with Sharon from that day. She helped me get through my pain and helped me get through my studies. Of course it was never the same. I came fifth, but without Sharon’s help, last position was calling out to me. Sharon was my muse, she helped me with school work, explained things my mind could not grab in class for lack of concentration. Sharon kept my company and did not make me feel lonely. She filled the void in my heart, she was like super girl. She was the S on my Chest!
 
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And now, CAN*** has come to steal her away from me. I would never have the opportunity to ask Sharon out to the school prom. By the way did I mention Sharon’s beauty? Damn she is beautiful. She is what comes to my mind when I think about an angel. Alright I have been too much of a chicken to spell out that which takes my precious jewel away from me. It’s CANADA alright. There, I said it. Her father finally succeeded in taking Sharon to Canada to complete her education. Now because of that, I would lose my muse.
 
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I am trying to concentrate and enjoy this outing with Sharon. It’s not easy but that’s all I can do for her. I stare deeply into Sharon’s eyes thinking about things I want to say to her but won’t be able to, thinking about the feelings she had awoken in me. Thinking about how much she made me strong. Thinking about how much I love her. Her parents come to pick her up to the airport and I stand to give her one last hug. I hold her closely, secretly wishing I stay there forever. My muse, my strength, the “ S” on my chest is finally leaving me. As she lets go of me she whispers to me something I have craved to hear for sometime now. The only three words she has spoken to me today. She said……+drum roll+…… “I love you”.
 
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After composition, When I went through this story again I noticed you might have thought Sharon had CANCER?…..lol……. or perhaps I added this twist on purpose?……….. you might never  know unless of course you follow me on twitter @koladePelumi…………kindly share this article thanks.
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Ibile by Lil kesh (Music review)


Ibile Music  Review!!!
YBNL soldier Keshinro Ololadele aka Lil Kesh released a brand new tune he called ibile early in January 2016 . He definitely doesn’t waste time in trying to dominate the industry in 2016. Lil Kesh who usually graces us with tunes we can dance to decides to give us the best of both worlds on his latest single. A danceable tune and one that carries a relevant message. Exactly what we love at vexscheworld.
THE REVIEW
Ibile is a Yoruba word which can be translated to mean “Home grown” or a member of the land, better put, a true son of the land . Lil Kesh appeals to the part of the society who believe our culture is being forgotten in a quick rush to adopt what we know as  “western Civilization”. He sings the song in praise of everyone who still tries to uphold their own culture, doing things the way our fore fathers had done it.
The track is a danceable one that we believe many dance groups would be quick to adopt. A predominantly Yoruba song like most of kesh’s songs .
The track was blessed by the able hands of producers Young jonn and Pheelz
This was a commendable release from the stables of YBNL with a message for us to uphold our own culture and not trade it in the guise of Civilization
Favorite Part : 
The entire message the song passed was lovely. Anyway, what I like to refer to as the  hook of the song  was on point “won fun e leba on wa sibi, nnkan to ye ko ji owo bo” which can be translated to mean ” they Give you eba. (a meal common amidst Nigerians, usually eaten with hands) but you decided to start looking for a spoon”. I found it hilarious because many youths do it these days, even though some of us have good excuses. Generally it is safer to eat with a spoon to avoid contamination from germs on our hands .

VEXSCHEWORLD RATING : 3.6/5
Review by @kolade Pelumi for the VEXSCHEWORLD REVIEW PANEL
VEXSCHEWORLD NEWS
We recently updated our site to include different categories to enable our readers enjoy seamless and easy surfing of our content
Also, we are set to release a series to a wide range of audience soon, Keep your fingers crossed.

The release of our single, FLAMES OF LOVE (ymatazz ft kolade Pelumi) draws closer everyday 

SKUL 2 (Introducing the brand)




Yes Education is meant to be fun!


Contrary to the popular opinion that our system has led us into believing, that education is a boring activity where you just have to shove the fact that 2 + 2 equals 4 in your head rather than understand why 2 + 2 equals 4 . Where we attend classes that are boring because a few lecturers have failed to stir our minds to the possibilities that exist beyond the classroom and have streamlined our thinking to the possibilities that exist only on the board. A world where we have to cram only the photocopied print outs of a select part of a text book and don’t comprehend the contents of the entire subject matter simply because no one cares if we understand any longer. (Also the prices of some of these books are outrageous to be candor) they only care if we can relay the answers they want to see on the board.

The sole purpose of education is not to confine our minds into a box but instead free our minds from the box, open our minds to the possibilities that exist beyond the fading walls of our classrooms. The process of education is meant to instigate our minds, to challenge us, to push boundaries! But these days we see that our education is a race about how fast or quickly you can come out with a certificate, so we can get good jobs. We need good jobs, but how do we function effectively on these jobs when we lack the basic understanding of the vital concepts needed for excelling.


While growing up, about the time I started schooling for the first time , I remember vividly that I was always eager to go to school with other kids to have FUN while LEARNING. I was always elated to learn something new everyday and when I did I wanted to share with the next person who cared to listen .
The memory of the first day I learned the multiplication table , it was the “2times” table. I got home about an hour after my school had closed.  On my way from school I excitedly recited the 2 times multiplication table to everyone I met on the way. I am quite sure that to the adults I recited this to,  it would have seemed a little odd and silly, but for me it was awesome to have learnt something new and I could not keep such a feeling to myself.

Sadly , it has been a long time I had such a high on learning . Today, the mere thought of school especially tests and examination almost sends a bad taste down my tongue. Examinations are meant to test what I have learnt but these days it tests what the examiner wants me to learn alone!!!!!!
The main point of all my rambling is that education and school should be ingredients to better us, challenge us to thinking wildly, enable us to think outside the box!!. It should be pumped and overflowing with a lot of excitement . It is not just a means to an end, but an end in itself!!!!!


Therefore the SKUL 2 brand says

I will not let School Define My education
I will make Learning FUN
I will Challenge myself to the possibilities beyond the classroom board
I know we all feel the Pain!!! Kindly Join the Campaign on social media 
#IREPSKUL2 #IBelongtoSKUL2

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Article By Akinsanya Seyi (a.k.a The VC Skul 2)  and Brand owner!

With additions from Kolade Pelumi (@koladePelumi)

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From the stables of Vexsche music. Flames of love!! Ymattazz  feat Kolade Pelumi Drops soon 





NO IS BETTER THAN YES 2 BY @Dottmannbricks

NO IS BETTER THAN YES 2 (Concluding part) by Oyesomi Oyedotun @dottmannbricks

YOU CAN READ PART ONE HERE 

It was an undeniably beautiful Christmas celebration with the family and other relatives, as my house hosted this year’s family reunion party. So I had no reason travelling to Festac. This is more of a family time than a story time, so get to meet the family too…
 Christmas eve was almost looking boring as my mum and I went to get some food ingredients at the store. Without having to remind her, I knew mummy would never forget buying caking items and zobo drink ingredients. We got back home after having to queue at the filling station for more than three hours to get fuel at an hiked price.
So tired and looking stressed out, I off loaded the stuffs from the car, so surprising, I saw my long awaited relatives coming out through the front door to help carry the loads. Jeez, I was so happy to see them, we exchanged pleasantries, shared hugs, it was really nice seeing them all. Boom!!! Uncle Oye made it to my house, this made me super excited, I ran to get a hug from him, but with the look on my Dad’s face, I instantly changed and postrated.
Uncle Oye told me that he wasn’t going to make it to the reunion, which got me so heartbroken, so seeing him was more than a million dollar surprise. He shook my hands and told me how glad he felt when he got to read the story, so I jumped at him saying “Uncle, let’s go discuss and conclude the story before the day gets so busy”. Quickly he opted out saying “hey boy, calm down. I had a long journey down here man, let me rest and probably at night we would discuss”.
We packed all the stuffs Mum and I got from the market into the house, my cousins wouldn’t stop complaining about my new look, so dark and looking unkempt. I tried explaining to them how horrible and frustrating my student’s internship program was, waking up early morning, taking my little ones to school, standing under the sun from morning till evening, returning home so tired, I was saying all this while I tried arranging some stuffs in the shelf, but by the time looked back, no one was in the kitchen with me, really, I been talking to me all this while?
I decided to get to know everybody and make them feel at home. As if Mom was not tired, she came out of her room and started sing thanksgiving songs, this is her regular way of attracting people to join her in thanking God for safe journey. We all talked about a lot of things, talked about life in its generality, how fair and unfair, academic progress and career achievements. I felt so happy having everyone around.
Nothing else bothered me as much as getting to hear the full story from my Uncle, we all ate together and got to feel at home with each other, so bad, my elder brother and sisters didn’t show up for the gathering, they gave their excuses, that’s by the way though ——
Mom and the ladies made the food, we all ate as a big family, Dad blessed the food, so unusual this feeling got me so excited that you could see my nose and cheeks twitching, I had almost screamed yeehaw!!!. I looked into my cousins’ faces, I could see that “relax, we got gists for you” expressions on them.
We concluded the diner and Dad popped this question, about the Samuel and Titilope’s story; “hey, Dele (Uncle Oye) that story you told my son, wasn’t it that same old friend of yours that died about two years ago? I was so happy Daddy brought up the story, because I have been looking for ways to ask my Uncle without making him feel bothered or disturbed. Uncle trying to wash his hands, said: “Yes ‘Egbon’, you still remember or did this naughty dude, *pointing at me* tell you? He already told the whole world, trying to make himself popular…, he laughed”, “It’s a good thing anyways as young lovers out there would learn from some silly mistakes, good boy *he reached out his hand for my head. “
With so much haste, I asked him if he was going to tell me the complete story, my other cousins jumped in; “tell you or tell us all, Femi do you have the complete story? ” Femi shook his head with lack of interest in the story. Mom left the dining table for her room, everyone thought she was going to sleep as it was already few minutes after nine in the night, but I wasn’t convinced, as I knew she was up to something, few seconds she came back with her Bible, asking us to bow our heads for prayer (night devotion), I knew it…,
Immediately after the prayer that lasted almost an hour, she and the ladies packed the dishes into the kitchen.
Femi, my Dad, Uncle Oye, Dara ‘Iya Ilaro’ so we call her,  Desi’re and I were seated at the dining, as Uncle Oye got ready to tell us the story, yes finally…  The ladies, Tolani, Pelumi, Oreoluwa, and my mum also joined us at the dining room.
He started from the beginning again, I tried telling him he has told those parts the last time we met and that everyone has read it from the blogs I posted it, things old people do to please themselves, iteration. We had no choice than to play along with him.
He started by saying, “my dear family, in whatever things you do in your life, please never do evil, even if it seems to be the only option, always remember there’s a God above that is mighty to save.” Right now we all knew it was about to get serious…,
Remember how Samuel landed in jail, forfeiting his degree, Bachelor of Engineering, Titilope got pregnant with twins as a result of the rape incidence, lived with the stigmatization from friends and everyone. She forfeited her Medical studies immediately after her delivery.
The rapist, Hassan Mustapha that caused the mishap, was post-graduate student studying Criminal Law, irony of life. Knowing the consequences for what he had done, he ran away as he had concluded his post-graduate program on the campus already.
Hassan was transferred to head the prisons at Kirikiri where Samuel served his jail terms, as fate had it, Samuel and Hassan met at the prison, hmm, the “innocent convict and guilty freeman”.
Samuel jumped up at his sight of Hassan, he called him, Hassan felt so bad deep inside that he couldn’t utter a word, Hassan remembered how everything happened. Samuel told him not to feel bad as he knew not that Hassan was the one behind his predicaments, since he didn’t get to know who the rapist was, Samuel explained everything to him, Hassan Mustapha played along realizing Samuel had no idea he was the evil doer, he felt so relieved and sympathized with him and promised to help him out of the prison as soon as such opportunity comes up. Samuel was let out of his cell to converse with his old friend, Samuel was already feeling at home in the prison as he had made friends with other cellmates. They talked for a long time, explicitly Samuel explained all that happened, ending his words with; “the rapist ran away, I was flogged like a murderer and now convicted”, with tears falling off his eyes, Hassan patting his back, saying “human beings are so heartless, may nemesis catch up with that rapist.” Samuel shouted “Amen”!
My Dad with smiles all over his face, said “Dele (Uncle Oye) are you sure there are no extra additions you’re putting in this story, because you are saying it as you were in the prison with them, Uncle Oye tried saying something to make us know all he said were true, but my Dad shut him up, saying; “Never mind, it is interesting anyways, continue” We all laughed, Uncle felt like we all supported the fact that he could be lying and sugar-coating the story, with a face full of anxiety to listen to all he has to say, I yelled at everyone “hey it’s a story, at least at his old age he has something interesting to offer us tonight, but you, what you got? ” “Ever considered investing your lives into doing something great like reading story books to the deaf or teaching the dumb how to sing? “
With so much persuasion, he got back into the story,
Titilope gave birth to her twin baby girls, looking so beautiful, Fulani father and a Yoruba mother, a nice crossbreed, I imagined. She continued with her medical studies as a nursing mother, it was tough for her but she strived so hard to make it out successfully.
Few months later after her delivery, some horrible things happened that were beyond human discretion. Uncle was about to continue his story, that how Femi took us back saying “this is the mess that comes out of keeping so much to yourself, thinking you can handle it all, Titilope just got what she deserved, I hope she never lived happily ever after in her life…,”
 As if everyone planned it, nobody said a word or tried replying him, everyone kept quiet, took their eyes off him, focused at Uncle Oye and Uncle continued the story like no-one ever said nothing.
Titilope’s parents got divorced due to some misunderstandings no one knew nothing about. This affected Titilope psychologically that she slumped at a mall, with her babies in a baby (carrier) bag that she used carried them in. Fate is a big deal, Hassan was also in that same mall at that same time, he helped Titilope, rushed her to the hospital with her twins, so sad one of the twins was found bleeding around the head area. Oh my God, I almost said something but I didn’t want to find myself in Femi’s mood, so  it was best I kept quiet but I could see the change in mood on everyone’s face.
Titilope was revived, she lost the 5months old baby girl as the baby had lost too much blood before getting to the hospital, the doctor got back to Hassan as he was told Titilope had lost her memory, meaning she remembers nothing about herself or anyone. Hassan hardly remembered who Titilope was, as she has grown into more of a mother than the lady she used to be. He took her to his home, took good care of her and the baby. He was so fatherly, unknowing he was really the father. This continued for a long time that Titilope became a part of Hassan’s life, even though he already had a family in Kaduna State that he goes to visit every weekends.
Everything got complicated, we at the table got so confused, with no fear holding me back, I said; “Uncle, this does not sound real any longer, why on earth would coincidence bring such fate, looks more of a drama than a reality”. Just as I finished saying those words, Mom almost fell off the chair, as she was fast asleep. Everyone laughed at her, Daddy took her to the room and none of them came back to join us to listen to the story, Uncle felt like the story was boring, then he switched into asking about our New Year resolutions
Me; I don’t have no resolutions, I just want to be happy, make mistakes, never repeat the ones I have made before, get the best out of 2016, love more and get closer to God in all doings.
Oreoluwa: (with her head shaking and waving her right hand at me) What if you have a resolution, what else if not all the things you’ve said makes a resolution? Well, I also want to work harder on my relationship with others, no more friendship without gains.
Me; Like friends with benefits?
Uncle Oye: Hey, what do you mean by love more? (facing me)
Femi: He now has a girlfriend I guess, probably he wants to love her harder. *Laughs*
Me: Just love more, share more of my heart with others without getting resisted with the thoughts of getting hurt or anything, not even dividends.
Dara; Now I have a question, how are you going to share your heart when your guitar has it all?
Femi: Hey, free my little brother, he has his life to live, but tell us about the girl if it’s not a guitar.
Tolani: (With her cracking voice) Can we all just say our resolutions for the New Year and leave this guy (me) with his problems, it’s his life right.
Me: Thanks Dear, everyone should just mind their own businesses.
Tolani: yeah bro, all I was telling you is “get a life, stop being a jerk”
Me: I will not sit here and watch you talk trash into my face, that’s enough, we all have our stuffs to handle, ama handle mine and be cool, y’all get and thanks for your concerns…,
Uncle Oye: Maybe we’ll continue the story tomorrow morning, we need to settle this, you guys shouldn’t allow little issues sprout out offensive words, learn to understand each others point and discuss it amicably.
Femi: Dad, maybe we all should go get a sleep and continue tomorrow.
This got me pissed, why should a thing that has no meaning scatter the gathering, I had to apologize immediately for all I said and we all settled it right of the dining table.
It was almost 11pm, we all still had our eyes opened, far from dozing, probably out of excitement, we all finally got to see ourselves after a very long time. We had a lot of plans for the Christmas and the day after it…,
Uncle Oye told us, “if you guys made me miss my early night sleep without completing this story, just know that no amount of apologies will make me tell you nothing again.” I begged him, knowing I have promised my dear readers the conclusion of the previous story. He later reasoned with me and rushed the story.
A day came, Titilope and Hassan had to discuss, she was almost recovering her memory as she cried every time she realized she lost one of her babies, Titilope explained the pain giving birth to those kids brought her  as well as losing one of them, it’s a world set on fire for her, Hassan recalled everything about Titilope knowing he could be in trouble if she later realized who he was…,
Hassan thought of a way out, he gave a poisoned snack to Samuel at the prison, “hmm, in all dear, be prayerful, even when the enemy buries you, God will make you a seed, then you’ll grow beautiful flowers and bloom.” Samuel ate the snack with a bottle of soft drink, few minutes later he started having problem in his stomach, he screamed out so loud, fortunately for the unfortunate  dude, that very day was an unannounced visitation by a king in the State to the prison, people helped Samuel to the hospital, where he got treated and after few days he was discharged. Before returning him to the prison, the king checked on him with some journalists to show off his act of goodwill and kindness to the world, Samuel got to meet the king and his men, they talked and the king realised how intelligent he sounded, the king asked him about how he got the prison.
After explicitly discussing with the king, the king felt his pain, believed him and promised to lobby for his bail out of the prison. Right in Samuel’s ward in the hospital, the doctor brought the result and the cause of his stomach pain, saying it was as a result of food poisoning in a snack he ate, he got confused, he never believed a friend of his could do that. He told the doctor his friend gave him the snack as they’ve been good friends before the mishap. Hassan was arrested four interrogation, he confessed  of all he did after thorough torture by the police squad, all through Samuel was shocked and overwhelmed with disbelief, because he couldn’t reason why Hassan did such a thing to him, he couldn’t relate it with anything possible, until Hassan told him how he raped Titilope and how he got to meet Titilope and harbours her in his apartment.
Titilope got to the prison to know why Hassan was convicted, there she saw Samuel, she could recognize him so much, that the memory of Samuel made her faint, she cried out after knowing Hassan was the bad guy that defiled her. Oh my God, it was a big drama in the prison. The king promised to sponsor Samuel’s education, University of Ile-Ife took him back, he concluded his engineering program and went for his masters program at Luxemburg in Qatar. At Qatar, he met the love of his life, he became an heir to the king’s family, his father that denied him, later came back for him, out of understanding he forgave his Dad. So sad he didn’t marry Titilope, Hassan spent a reasonable part of his life in jail for attempted murder. Samuel became the director of a well renowned Oil company in Qatar, later relocated to Nigeria to settle with his family.
Samuel volunteered himself as a non-governmental body that visits prisons in Nigeria to empower prisoners with skills and crafts. Samuel’s legacy still lives till this current date, he has died of intestinal cancer after his 68th year on planet earth…, Titilope lived happily as Samuel took good care of her until she got married to a doctor friend back in the University.
My Uncle looked into my eyes and said, every step you take in life has a way of making you fulfill destiny, never give up on prayers and always do good, it pays, even if you don’t get a tangible dividend out of it, the peace of mind it gives is cool. And he also told me to get a life, man up and never hide what burns in my heart, never say no when you meant to say yes and vice versa.
The family Christmas hangout was so beautiful and funfiled… I love you all…, I’m sure you enjoyed yourself as well
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