SHOCKER!....JIM IYKE delivers of DEMONIC afflictions at the synagogue!

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Forbes list of the WORLD'S HIGHEST PAID HIP HOP Artists for 2013!

Forbes has jus release the list of the World’s Highest-Paid Hip-Hop Artists 2013. Diddy is the Highest-Paid Hip-Hop Artists this year. Checkout the full list of Top 24 below.

 

1.Diddy - $50million
 
2. Jay Z - $43million
 
3. Dr Dre - $40million
 
4. Nicki Minaj - $29million
 
5. Birdman - $21million
 
6. Kanye West - $20million
 
7. Lil Wayne - $16 million
 
8. Wiz Khalifa - $14million
 
9. Ludacris - $12 million
 
10. Pitbull - $11million
 
11. Drake - $10.5million
 
12. Snoop Lion - $10million
 
13. Eminen - $10 million
 
14. Kendrink Lamar - $9million
 
15. Pharrel Williams – $9million
 
16. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis $9 million, tie
 
17. Swizz Beatz - $8.5million
 
18. Tech N9ne - $7.5 million
 
19. 50cent - $7million
 
20. Lil Jon – $6million
 
21. Rick Ross - $6million
 
22. Mac Miller - $6 million
 
23. Young Jeezy - $6 million
 
24. Questlove - $6 million

Did you know?...that DJ CUPPY is billionaire FEMI OTEDOLA'S daughter?

UK based Celebrity DJ, Producer & song-writer Cuppy (formerly DJ Cupcake) and daughter of Billionaire Femi Otedola has stolen a lot of our attention with her debut video for her single “I Love My Country” {click here}.

Cuppy‘s PR reports that her debut single has over 15,000 downloads on iTunes and Amazon as well as over 25,000 views on YouTube within the first 72 hours of release. Now that we know what she’s capable of, we can familiarize ourselves with Cuppy as she flaunts her urban yet eclectic style in a new promo shoot.

The UK based DJ is currently in Nigeria to promote her EP, “NeoAfrobeats” which is slated for September 2013, and has been DJ-ing at various hot spots in Lagos. Watch out for exclusive party come 27th July, 2013.

A MUST READ!.WHERE THE RICHEST PEOPLE IN NIGERIA ARE PRESENTLY MAKING THEIR MONEY!

 

 

 

 

What amazed me most in the recently released list of the 21 Nigerian richest men by Forbes magazine, as controversial as the list may be was the fact that according to published findings, most of the people that were found on the list were rated by some certain criteria. The most popular among the criteria used is the value of shares these individuals hold in quoted companies. The others standards deployed for the ratings includes the size and market share of their companies, number of companies they own and its assumed value, and the impact their companies is making on the Nigerian economy and it antecedents.

Apart from the fact that most of these guys are investors who have built their companies over time and got them quoted on the stock exchange, some of them got their rating when they bought into the shares of some risky companies they found viable and this gave them the opportunity to get into the Forbes list.
Two good example are Sayyu Dantata who bought over the share diversion of Texaco/chevron Plc, a downstream sector of oil giant, chevron and Femi Otedola who cornered the shares of African Petroleum Plc from the stock exchange some years back.

Looking at the list critically, even though the stock market took the fundamental platform in determining who gets into the Forbes list, their core businesses differs, 64% of the guys that made the list made their money from oil and gas, and importation business.

Top on the list is Aliko Dangote who started his business life as an importer/trader before dabbling into manufacturing. Mike Adenuga, Femi Otedola, Ifeanyi Ubah and Sayyu Dantata all started out with Oil and Gas business, others like Cosmos Maduka and Cletus Ibeto are heavy importers.

The financial and telecom sector also produced its own money bags from guys who took advantage of opportunities when others were sleeping. One of such individuals is Fola Adeola, who bounces back on the list as a result of the flourishing fortunes of GTBank on the floor of the Nigerian and London stock exchanges. Another banker to look at is Jim Ovia, a man who went round all his uncles to look for money to start Zenith Bank, but they all turned him down, not believing in his dreams at that time. Today, Jim is the highest unit holder in Zenith banks even as a retiree; he is a regular face on Forbes list of richest Nigerians.

Looking at the list of 21 Nigerian richest men according to how they stand right now, is Aliko Dangote who seat on top as the founder of Dangote Group, richest man in Africa and probably the richest black man in the world. This is followed behind, though with a long gap by Mike Adenuga, owner of Conoil, telecom giant, Globacom and former Equatorial Trust Bank. Femi Otedola comes third on the list with his ZENON Oil and Gas with a large holding in Forte Oil. Surprisingly, Orji Uzor Kalu of Slok Group deviled all the political oppression to make the list. Cosmos Maduka of Coscharis Group, the popular Igbo business man who never saw the four walls of the university, but employs hundreds of graduates across his chains of companies was next. Jimoh Ibrahim of NICON Insurance and Global Fleet oil, a man who started out as youth Corper is sixth on the list. Jim Ovia of Zenith Bank and owner of Visafone followed closely with power of diversification. Pascal Dozie of MTN Nigeria and Diamond Bank, is next on the line up. When nobody gave MTN a chance in Nigeria or in South Africa, Mr. Pascal saw beyond his nose and took the risk and now he is on Forbes list.

Oba Otudeko started Honeywell Group in Nigeria recently when a lot of people were scared of the dominance of Dangote and Flour Mills Plc in that sector. Oba Otudeco knowing the power of the stock exchange also got his company quoted in no time. You never can tell, what you start today can take you to the top if you keep at it.

Yes, a lot of folks might say Sayyu Dantata of MRS Group was helped by Dangote to get to the wealth list. Who will not do the same, one good turn deserves another. Dangote’s history cannot be written without his uncle Dantata who gave him the start-up he needed many years back. A lot of folks out there have received money and support from their relation like Dangote did from his uncle, but squandered everything on frivolities.

Surprisingly on the list is a retired banker, moving from First bank chairman to Mutallab Group, Umaru Abdul Mutallab has proven to us that you don’t retiree; you re-fire to stay on top. Even with your personal business you can still go places in Nigeria. Samuel Adedoyin of Doyin Group is one of the guys who business has been bastadised by PHCN, but has beaten all the odds to stay on top.

Next on the Forbes list is Dele Fajemirokun, Chairman AIICO Insurance who has proven that having multiple streams of income is not a bad idea. With his Xerox Nigeria, Chicken Republic, Kings Guards and many more small companies on his stable, money strolls in from all angle and the guy has not stop floating them for the good of all Nigerians.

Cletus Ibeto of Ibeto Group is also on the list, I like the Ibo guys very well when it comes to business. They keep at it with all they have. When Raymond Dokpesi took Daar Communication, AIT to the stock exchange, it was unbelievable. I don’t know how he survived it, but he is on the list.

The Forbes list boast of personalities like Tony Ezenna of Orange Group or orange drugs and Molade Okoya Thomas, chairman CFAO Nig and owners of six French companies, including real estate franchises across high brood areas of Lagos.
The controversial Ifeanyi Ubah of Capital oil and gas is on the list and another smart Nigeria, Leo Stan Eke of Zinox Computer also cut my attention. Fola Adeola of GTBank, the father of modern banking is the list and finally, Ade Ojo of Elizade Motors Nig LTD, the man who brought Toyota cars into Nigeria couldn’t have been left out of the list. And because of him the list was upgraded to 21.

Now, it doesn’t matter how you start just start and get starting, you will get there and in case the list is expanded to 50million or even 100 million richest Nigerians your name can only be on it if you are doing something about business or investment.
Since I know my name is not on that list for now, whether the findings are correct or not, or the list genuine or not, the facts remains that the guys are rich anyway. The best I could do is to be part of the companies these guys are investing in, no matter how small my capital is. “Capital na capital even if na N10k” Or I could try my hands on the business they at doing. Be it oil and gas or importation or even investing in Banking stock or selling recharge card. I most do something, instead standing there and telling myself I can never get there or explaining away the fact that the information is not true. After all, they all started small and most of them without their own money which we all know.
....A SMALL DROP...they say...MAKES a MIGHTY OCEAN!
Warm regards.

Regards

The Bishop

RITA DOMINIC!.....I Am Single And Seriously Searching for a HUSBAND!

Star actress Rita Dominic, who, a few weeks ago, lamented that the Nigerian media has been the reason she is not married, has come out to declare that she is very single and seriously searching for a husband.

The rich and talented Nollywood A-Lister who recently clocked 38 years of age, believes she is ripe for marriage and as such is having sleepless nights as to the reasons she keeps missing out on the Saturday ritual of walking down the aisle.

The Abia State, Nigeria, born actress finally bared her mind on the circumstances that led to her being single all these years in an interview she granted OAP, Toolz on the Juice: “I don’t talk about my personal life because some years ago, I was in this relationship that became public, and the press killed it.



After that relationship, I met somebody else and we dated for four years. We thought we were almost going to get married but it didn’t work out. I met somebody else and it didn’t work out again, so I decided to just concentrate on my work. 

I embarked on a whole lot of projects, now I’m through with them and I think I am now ready for another. I am single and seriously searching,” she said.

Who is willing to take the bull by the horn and propose to Rita Dominic?

Don't be scared dudes...after all...STARS are made of..FLESH and BLOOD...they have FEELINGS  and NEEDS..you know na.....winked!..

Regards

The BISHOP.

Catholic Priest Caught “Pant-Down” With A 15-Year-Old Boy -

A Catholic priest in Pennsylvania has been charged with molesting a teenage boy after police said he was found in a car on a college campus with a 15-year-old who was wearing no pants, according to a police criminal complaint filed Friday in Lackawanna County.

The Rev. W. Jeffrey Paulish was charged with one felony count of involuntary deviate sexual intercourse and one felony count of unlawful contact with a minor after Dunmore police say they found him and the boy on Thursday in a car on the Worthington Scranton campus of Penn State University, according to the complaint.

Paulish, 56, of Scranton, was also charged with three misdemeanor counts — indecent contact with a person under 16, indecent exposure and corruption of a minor. He is being held at the Lackawanna County jail on $50,000 bail.

Dunmore police officers say they discovered Paulish and the boy after responding to a call of a suspicious vehicle, according to an arrest warrant affidavit filed with the court.

Allegedly Paulish told police he was at the campus working on his homily when he met the teen, who he said was in emotional distress, and began counseling him.

According to the affidavit, he later admitted to police that he had arranged the meeting with the teen through the “casual encounters” section of Craigslist. Paulish told investigators that he had asked the boy three times if he was over the age of 18, the affidavit said.

A telephone message left by CNN for Paulish’s attorney, Bernard J. Brown, was not immediately returned Friday.

Paulish has been removed from his post at the Prince of Peace parish and has been suspended from acting in the capacity of a priest, according to a statement released by the Diocese of Scranton.

The diocese pledged its coöperation with the investigation, and it called on anyone who “may have been sexually abused by Father Paulish or any member of the clergy” to notify the district attorney’s office.

“I wish to acknowledge how unsettling this is to me personally and to countless others, that yet again a priest has been involved in such inappropriate, immoral and illegal behavior,” the Bishop of Scranton, the Rev. Joseph Bambera, said in the statement.

A Must Read Analysis Of Monalisa Chinda And Lanre Nzeribe’s Marriage Of Inconvenience By Kelvin Keshi

 

It was Tuesday August 27 and another lifeless day filled with uncertainties, inconsistencies and a shameful lack of direction at Monalisa, the white elephant magazine misadventure of Lanre Nzeribe and Monalisa Chinda. Lisa had suddenly gone AWOL for close to a month from her ceremonial publisher’s seat, staffs were being owed two months’ salary and Lanre was stalling.  He rarely showed up in the office and whenever he did, he barely spoke with anyone before he would zoom off again in his black Maserati.  Outside, he was always conscious to give off a deceptive public image of the hip ‘big boy’ and perfect gentleman to camouflage his real insensitive, aloof and condescending sides.

Back to the farce at 19 Ademola Adetokunbo Street, Victoria Island (Chase Mall). After their publicized breakup, there were whispers Lisa had reconciled with Lanre and was coming back to her ceremonial seat. The ‘news’ cheered up some of the junior staff.  It wasn’t surprising because to some degree, she was the life of the party in the company with her chirpy, free-spirited, girl-next-door, almost simpleton nature. Some of the workers wanted to buy coloured cardboard and decorative materials and another one got external speakers from outside the office. The driver had angrily left the company two weeks earlier because he said Lanre paid him N25, 000 as salary instead of N40, 000 they had agreed, so I offered to drive them to the store.

While waiting at the park of the megastore, I glanced at my wristwatch. It was 3pm. The ‘party’ was ready, but no word yet from the ‘red carpet’ guest. I decided to call her.

“Hello Keshi, what’s happening in the office?”  She asked.
“Nothing, really,” I replied and hesitated to gauge her mood. “…just that some of the staff are excited you’re coming back and are planning a small welcome for you.”

“Oh, no ooo. Who said I’m coming back? I’m not ooo. I’m not talking with Lanre. I don’t know what they’re talking about,” she answered tongue-in-cheek.

A fading façade
Let me pause here and introduce myself.  My name is Kelvin Keshi and, until Thursday August 29, was the Assistant Editor of Monalisa Magazine. Lisa and Lanre had hired me sometime in April, on the recommendation of a mutual friend, to help set up a trendy lifestyle magazine that would in no time set the pace in its genre. Even though it was an onerous task, I was set for the challenge and knew I could draw from my skills and experience to deliver on their request. I earnestly set off for work, most of the time multi-tasking as editor, administrative and human resources manager and working late into the night. Incidentally, I had another offer from  an Abuja-based company to be an Assistant Editor and Lagos bureau chief of a political magazine but I turned it down on the excuse that I just got engaged with a similar job and wanted to give it 100 percent.

I remember the several meetings I had with Lanre, Lisa and the mutual friend – sometimes lasting till 10:30 pm – to discuss and deliberate on issues like editorial thrust, philosophy, mission, vision, target demography, templates, sectionalisation, themes, pagination, story ideas, online presence, USPs, advert generation, circulation and distribution and staffing for the magazine. In all of these sessions I noticed almost everyone else was shallow about what they really wanted; but after much prodding, Lisa said she‘d like a lifestyle magazine with a mass appeal. Truth is, they were largely vague about the new magazine concept, but I still tried to decrypt their nebulous ideas, concretized, gave life and substance, documented and presented to them.

But as it would appear eventually, that was all Lanre wanted from me: to use me to set up the magazine and then whip up and amplify inexistent and inconsequential issues along the way as convenient alibis to sever the working relationship. I first suspected when he issued three-month temporary employment to the first batch of staff and arbitrarily fixed salaries without giving room for negotiations. When I questioned it, he said salaries would be reviewed upwardly at the end of the three months and permanent employment letters issued. Lies!

Also in breach of initial discussions before I agreed to resign a job and join him, he affixed the title ‘Assistant Editor’ to my name instead of ‘Editor.’ Curiously, after all editorial work had been concluded, he introduced his sister, Ejine, as ‘Editor’ and requested me to forward all edited materials to her. Another devious stunt by Lanre to sell and credit my intellectual work to someone else. Ingenious! This is the true Lanre. (You’ll wonder why this guy cannot maintain five seconds of eye contact. Psychologists, go figure. And no, he isn’t shy).  It was the same manipulative ploy he used against the first Fashion Editor, Margaret that forced her to resign angrily after he paid her N50, 000 less than the agreed sum on the sly excuse that she didn’t write enough articles. Amusingly, his current ‘Fashion Editor’ and ‘Creative Director’ cannot boast of a single story in the magazine!

I only fear for some people. But I guess the saying ‘once bitten, twice shy’ doesn’t ring a bell for everyone. Ejine never showed up in the office once and her editing via e-mails was just so-so, forcing me to re-edit again.

Lanre also asked that since stories for the first edition were completed, my team and I should write for subsequent editions which I obliged him out of trust. As I discovered later, his wily game plan was to get as much intellectual and editorial contents out of me for subsequent editions before he schemes me out of the set-up. (Round of applause dude, but like the Warri man would say, ‘Lanre, this time, u don dive rock.’).

He who pays the piper…

The next day, Lisa was back in the office and to her glorified seat after a month forced hiatus. Lanre too was there, as happy as a lark – or more fittingly, like a little boy whose stolen toy had just been found. They wanted to meet separately with some staff members over some petty non-work related issues Lanre had deliberately sensationalized with willing pawns to create distractions and play out his script of getting rid of me after I’d created a working structure for him.

Lanre repeated those same trivial lines – about some staff having tiffs, being emotionally attached to each other and some people not working enough. …The same worn-out quibbles he had rehashed over and over again and magnified as excuse also not to pay salaries. For the benefit of doubt, all editorial assignments for the first issue had been completed, edited and designed on the template and he had no complaints about that. In assigning stories, editing them or relating with my team, I operated with a spirit of fairness, objectivity and balance; the very sacred principles of ethical journalism.

Only the pictures and images were outstanding. He had hired a flashy and dreadlocked mannequin ‘Creative Director’ with zero media experience or knowledge and side-lined the professional freelance photographer that was initially engaged for magazine images. But it was taking Mr. ‘Luxury’ forever to get the job done. He was an overly ambitious, smooth-talking, I-know-it-all-and-should-lead-the-team kind of guy. He understood Lanre’s self-centered language of luxury and elitism and fully explored it to manipulate him to take some drastic decisions, including his breakup with Lisa.

Chuks (the guy’s name) said Lanre had handed over the project to him and he was ecstatic about it. He told me Lanre said he (Chuks) was now ‘in-charge’ of the project and could sack anyone he wanted. He said Lanre had been having private meetings with him and told him he wanted to lay me off. I felt offended and asked why. He was rambling on I ‘not being able to lead the team’ or ‘being incompetent.’ How? What insult! Was the magazine not ready for the first issue, from an editorial point? Were my stories watery and substandard? Like Lanre when I confronted him (with due deference though), Chuks was incoherent.

True to the assertion, Lanre cut off communication with me, and without a cogent justification, gave off a body language that suggested he was done with me. All of these were after I’d laid the foundation that none of them had the knowledge or experience to do.

I knew Lanre’s game plan. He (and his ilk) only sees people as tools; so Chuks blind ambition was a perfect diversion and pawn until he’s filled and needs to go on to the next meal. Chuks kept changing concepts and philosophies at will midway through production and walking through a maze. He was what you might call inefficiently busy (maybe eye service or in Warri lingua, ‘forming activity’). The team was groping in the dark. They had no idea. It was three months and the debut issue was not out, except my team’s editorial contents that were 100 percent complete. Where in the world does a greenhorn photographer-turned-Creative-director-overnight lead a magazine project? Without a single previous experience? It was a cul-de-sac!
Laughably, they want to build the fantasy magazine on the stories my team and I had painstakingly researched and written. But I have my aces up my sleeve. I’ll come to that later. On behalf of his future victims, I want to change Lanre’s (and his ilk) skewed and twisted use-and-dump immoral business beliefs and gimmicks.

But I digress. Back to Lanre’s merry-go-round ‘luxury’ magazine house. Sneakily, he blamed the editorial unit still for the delays. ‘How, sir?’ I asked him exasperatedly. But he kept prevaricating. How dumb did he think everybody was! If he thinks he could buy people’s voice and opinion and maybe love, I wonder what makes him think integrity, intelligence and grit are for sale too.

He had obviously schooled Lisa on what he wanted – of course without the underlying motives – and she was already playing the tunes he dictated while putting on a flaky bold face. Classic Lisa! Even when it seems she finally has an opinion of her own, it’s always shaded by Lanre’s ego-fuelled preferences and biases which often border on his crave for a God-like reverence and being ensconced in his little elitist burble world. God help you if Lisa agrees with you on a matter in private and Lanre has a differing opinion later.

She’ll deny you flatly.

The lies you didn’t know

She was back on the project and they were suspending the editorial unit, she announced to me in Lanre’s presence. Rather than being miffed, I was amused and felt pity for this stunted project. In the weeks Lisa went missing, Chuks had suggested to Lanre that to publish a ‘luxury magazine for upper class citizens,’ as they myopically re-termed it midway; he doesn’t need the editorial unit on full-time (Huh? Tell me about it. Definitely, another world first!).

Not surprisingly, Lisa did a volte-face and agreed – a sharp contrast to our discussions on phone when she was away on protest, long before it became public.

“I know there’s a problem. You’ve not been in the office for two weeks now. Please what’s happening?” I had enquired.

“It’s a very deep problem, Kelvin. Chuks wanted pictures of naked girls in the magazine and Lanre is on the same page with him, but I don’t want to be part of any of that. He told Lanre to remove me as publisher and face of the magazine and that the magazine project can go on without me, and would you imagine Lanre agreed? He’s changing the magazine at will and spiritually manipulating Lanre. Chuks is illuminati. He’s evil and God will scatter them.”

“But I don’t understand why Mr. Lanre has stopped communicating with me. Does he have any complaints about my work?” I asked, deliberately sidestepping the rash of issues she raised.

“No. Your writings are standard and OK for any standard magazine anywhere,” she replied in measured tones. She paused and then asked, “Are they still planning to use my name as the title of the magazine?”

“I can’t say categorically; Mr. Lanre doesn’t talk with me much. But Monalisa’s still the name on the template.”

‘’I can’t allow them use the name I built as a brand over the years. How can I take it back?”

“Just get it registered with the Copyright Commission and the National Library. And if they still go ahead to publish the magazine with the name, you can report them and the government agencies will take it from there.” I shrugged and paused. I didn’t want to be part of this any longer. It was clear too many things were wrong at once. “But I didn’t bargain for all these…” I complained.

“I’m sooo sorry, Kelvin. I’m really sorry about how everything turned out…” Her voice was tired.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I just want to leave the country to clear my head. Later, I’ll work on my project, a tv talk show.”

“Great. Although I wished you guys would reconcile; it would be great for the magazine. You’re the brand they wanted to leverage on. Most new magazines don’t last beyond a lifespan of six months because certain key elements are missing.”

“No; I’m not coming back. It’s a deep spiritual problem.”

Two weeks later, Lisa was back and giving her nod to Lanre’s baseless grudge against me. But that was

OK; the atmosphere was suffocating already. One week later, I sent Lanre an SMS requesting for my salary and that I had other engagements that wouldn’t allow me frequent visit to his office to recover his debt to me.

He felt offended. “I advice (sic) that all communication from you should be in writing and directed to the company, please do not use this channel to reach me again,” his reply read in part. I sensed the Nigerian typical case of social class bullying.

It’s half time whistle

Piqued, I called Lisa to complain. But she told me to stop calling her too. She told me she was with him when my message came into his phone. “I don’t even know why I’m dignifying you with a response,” she added cheekily. Such a cocky submission from Madam ‘Celebrity’ and ‘Superior.’ But I knew that attitude: the tame voice of Jacob and the wild, arrogant hand of Esau – as always.

Well, I have a piece of advice for them too: THEY SHOULDN’T BOTHER PUBLISHING THE MAGAZINE WITH THE STORIES IN THE TEMPLATE ALL OF WHICH I EDITED, EXCEPT THEY DON’T MIND PUBLISHING STALE ARTICLES. Rather, Lanre should tell whichever ‘editor’ he plans to name on the masthead to get a new set of writers write new stories for his or her editing for the magazine. I will never allow Lanre credit my intellectual work to another ‘editor.’ It’s a promise because all the stories and articles are with me and I will publish them online and in newspapers and magazines before his magazine goes to press.

Already my lawyers have slammed them with a court notice over the monies they owe me. Lanre (and Lisa too) probably thinks I’ll be covered by the ‘might’ of his wealth and high-powered connection. They also probably believe that as ‘upper class citizens’ – as they have classified their stillborn magazine – I should beg, grovel and lick their boots in exchange for the ‘favour’ of being given MY OWN MONEY. But they fall into the common trap some people make when relating with ‘unknown’ persons. Asides, an ‘unknown’ cannot be stereotyped.

Lanre and Lisa have had their time in the sun to play, trampling at will on my right, dignity and pride. But the half-time whistle has gone and it’s substitution time. It’s my time to play on the field and I sooo want to score!