ATTEND #THEBELLYBRATION PARTY! AT MURI OKUNOLA PARK | MARCH 31

THIS IS NOT A FOOD FESTIVAL! WE ARE CELEBRATING OUR BELLIES!

What started out as a BYOB house meets has grown to be an infamous underground foodies party. It has now evolved to not only a food pop up but a mix of games day with friends including food from the Big Belly Gang. We say "Food by us, For us". Our Idols are Matty Matheson and Action Bronson.

This edition of the 'Big Belly Chow Series' is tagged #THEBELLYBRATION as it will happen on a larger scale than the mini pop-ups. In this edition, we are partnering with Shots & Mugs as well as the Douglas Jekan of the PGM Club (Pushing Good Music) who would be curating the music

DATE: MARCH 31, 2019

VENUE: MURI OKUNOLA PARK, V.I

TIME: 4 PM

Be sure to come hungry and ready to eat, drink and party!

DANCEHALL VIBES AS RUNTOWN AND PATORANKING SHAKE UP THE CLUB AT GLENFIDDICH MAVERICKS NIGHT

Patoranking and Runtown 

Superstars Runtown and Patoranking shook Grasshoppers to its foundation last friday as they took center stage at the Glenfiddich Mavericks Night churning out hit songs after hits songs. The two dancehall singers seemed inseperable as they enjoyed Glenfiddich whiskey cocktails. DJ Caise also worked the crowd to a frenzy with his skills on the turntable while guests enjoyed a selection of Glenfiddich whisky - 15 years, 18years, 21 years.

For more information and pictures, visit Glenfiddich on facebook www.fb.com/GlenfiddichNG

9ICE SURPRISES FANS AT THE #HOUSEOFJACK BARREL EDITION AT THE HOUSE OF HAZE

Friends of Jack had a shocking surprise as indigenous superstar 9ice stepped out to thrill them at the launch of the specially selected barrel for House of Haze formerly Road Runners. Rapper Magnito, hypeman Ben Foster and DJ Big N were also on hand to make the night a memorable one.

Everyone who attended on the night had a chance to taste the richness of the Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel Select bottle specially selected by HOH; can attest to its top quality and unique taste. Indeed, this is what the ‘By The Barrel’ program is all about. It’s a unique experience for the owner and those who share in it, as the barrel is hand-selected and sampled by the owner in person alongside Master Distiller Jeff Arnett.

This marks the last in the series of launch parties for the specially selected barrels for specific clubs – Quilox, Play Lounge Abuja, Carribbean Abuja, and The Place Lekki

You can see more pictures on www.facebook.com/JackDanielsNigeria

REMY MARTIN TO CELEBRATE QUILOX BOSS SHINA PELLER

QUILOX BOSS SHINA PELLER TO BE CELEBRATED WITH REMY MARTIN's PACESETTER PARTY

Remy Martin is set to bring the very best of Lagos finest and the crème de la crème of society to host the October 2014 edition of Remy Martin Pace Setters VIP Party in honor of the Shina Peller, CEO of Aquila Group and Quilox Club.

The "Remy Martin Pace Setters VIP Party" series is a premium platform specially created to celebrate achievers and trendsetters in the Nigerian society and also the brand's influential consumers. It features the finest of Remy Martin cocktails, food pairings and Remy Martin based desserts.

The Pace Setters VIP Party which has held since June 2013, has so far celebrated Radio Personalities, Business Entrepreneurs, Multi-Million dollar CEO's, Politicians, Pioneer Nollywood actors like RMD and some of the most talented music acts in Africa like DJ Jimmy Jatt, Tiwa Savage, Wande Coal, Matthew Ohio amongst others.

Shina Peller; a graduate of Chemical Engineering from the Ladoke Akintola University of Technology (LAUTECH) is the Chairman /CEO of Aquila Group of Companies and Quilox Restaurant Bar & Nightclub, With a Master's degree in Business Management, he has close to two decades in business and leadership experience driven by a strong entrepreneurial orientation having worked across several key functions with various blue chip organizations. He was the recently awarded the   at the African Business Leadership Awards 2014 alongside Dr Paul Orhii OON, Director General of NAFDAC, Mrs Dupe Atoki – Director General, Consumer Protection Council and Engr. Oladele Amoda – MD/CEO of Eko Electricity Distribution Company.

GET A CHANCE TO PARTY WITH YOUR FAV CELEBRITIES AT THE #HOUSEOFJACK PARTY

Imagine the best music, grills, cocktails, games and your friends in one place!

On Saturday 27th of September, Jack Daniel's will host a phenomenal 'one of a kind' house party just for you! It's the last weekend of the month and not only are we celebrating Mr Jack's birthday; we are celebrating Nigeria's Independence. With this party, the world's best-selling whiskey aims to magnify the art of partying.

The House of Jack is open to an exclusive celebrity and fans audience. So are you a friend of Jack? Do you want invites to the House Of Jack?

Post a picture of the flyer or tell us why you want to be at this party via Instagram/Twitter with the hashtag #HouseOfJack #JacksBirthday and an invite disclosing the venue will be sent to you. Save the date and let's get the conversation going.

Twitter: JackDaniels_NG

Instagram: JackDaniels_NG

This event is Strictly 18+ and is supported by Sincity and BeatFM

Your Friends At Jack Daniel's Remind You To Drink Responsibly

VECTOR, DJ HUMILITY, YUNG L, CYNTHIA MORGAN FOR ANOTHER #JACKANDTHEBEATS SHOWDOWN

ANOTHER #JACKANDTHEBEATS SHOWDOWN WITH VECTOR, DJ HUMILITY, YUNG L and CYNTHIA MORGAN

Jack Daniel's rock themed parties which started in March this year have gone on to become every live music buff's small haven. Past editions have seen Phyno, Sean Tizzle, Reminisce, illBliss, Ese Peters, Clay etc mount the stage and throw down live rock renditions of their hit records.

This month, Jack and the Beats bring another formidable lineup to the fans; Vector, Cynthia Morgan and Yung L alongside DJ Humility with the Kings Band.

Vector speaking on his preparation for the performance said "…how else do you respect music than to make it live…"

If you missed the August edition; this is another opportunity for you to have the #jackandthebeats experience.

Jack and the Beats is a continuation of Jack Daniel's 150-year heritage which includes a long association with music. Please visit www.facebook.com/jackdanielsnigeria for additional information and updates.

Jack and the Beats is open to only individuals 21 years and above. Your friends at Jack Daniel's® remind you to drink responsibly.

Venue: Road Runners Club

Date: September 19, 2014

Time: 10PM

Jack and the beats party with DJ Humility, Vector, iLLbliss, Reminisce

MUSIC: TOYNNE (@oramusic1) - E DEY SWEET ME FT YEMY

Toynne is a prolific writer and lyricist; she has written plays, songs, and also has a textbook for primary school pupils to her credit. She is the present CEO of ORA MUSIC LABEL, a record label that is committed to helping upcoming artistes and talented youths.

Toynne is married with children; she loves praising and worshipping God, singing, dancing, reading, writing and travelling. She has a new single tittled, E DEY SWEET ME, a song that blends the contemporary with the ancient in a unique style; the song also features the award winning YEMY TPX and it is produced by the multiple award winning EDWARD SUNDAY.

              

DIRECT DOWNLOAD

http://k007.kiwi6.com/hotlink/hy2p9t4ur3/E-DEY-SWEET-ME-ft-YEMY.mp3

SPENCER UNVEILS DEBUT TITLED #NISHO

Spencer is proud to present his official single titled “Nisho” which means Move along. Born in Benin City, Nigeria; he moved to America in his teen years and is currently a pharmacy major student in college. Formerly a member of the music group called Full Blooded Nigerians (FBN), he has moved on and is pursuing his solo career.

LamBAtells: SHORT STORIES

Compilation of small stuff in my head. They don't have titles.

My friend hooked up with this chic, not like a one nighter...she was his girlfriend at that time. So day comes, she's at his house...romance...the room...she gives him head...he touches her...more romance...no sex. He leaves the room for a bit to go get drinks...gets back and she's crying...like practically weeping saying '...we have sinned against God..' He tries to calm her...she won't calm...until they both kneel and ask for forgiveness. They are not together anymore.


2012 started on a groovy note, I got to be in the same room with all the top DJs in Nigeria..think the name, yes he was there...a week after I got a call from Dj Humility that my friend (BJ) had told him about me...this,that...we scheduled a date to meet...we met up with his manager on the island. From the looks of things, I was supposed to A&R/run slight PR for his album...we trashed issues...I wasn't so articulate, but I didn't flop totally...from there we headed to Lekki(prest boat club)...he was supposed to DJ on a yatch so they were checking it out...then headed to Dj Jimmy Jatt's house after which I went back to my own house...the album isn't out yet.

LamBAtells: GOING MAD - Picking tins on the journey to Port Harcourt

#NP OLAMIDE – ELEDA MI

The post title is the literal translation of the Yoruba saying; “Wan sha’golo de Porthar” which is usually directed towards your enemies or detractors. In clearer English: They will pick tins from Lagos to Port Harcourt. This is done while on foot.

 Real meaning: Anybody wishing you bad will go mad and start picking tins up and continue doing so till they go far away from you.

In recent times, Yoruba rapper Olamide infused this slang in the chorus of his tune ‘Eleda mi’ and that has kept it resounding in my head in a much more funny fashion. Go listen to that tune.

LamBAtells: FINE BOY AGBERO (The End)

Fineboy Agbero was courtesy http://agbero.blogspot.com
I do have a wild imagination but I am not an awesome writer like that.

LamBAtells: Fineboy Agbero Ep 8 [The Monkey returns!!]

The Monkey Returns!

For two full weeks, I was inside my room. I no fit comot. To even go toilet sef, na wahala. For the first couple of days, I just dey shake for bed. My throat just dry like say na desert dey inside. The kain fear wey dey grip me sef, I no fit describe. So na so I for just die like dat? I for just fly like monkey, enter hell fire straight? Rashidi knocked the door taya, I no gree open. First, him dey try make the tin funny; I no gree. Second, he beg me; I still no gree. Next day, he come back say Agbowo dey find me for park o; I still no answer am. Last-last, he go call Sikira.

Sikira knock my door like say na elephant wan enter. Immediately I heard the knock, I knew it was her. I just jumped from the bed and crouched in one corner. See me o; correct omo-ita, with all the madness in my head: na two women come dey make me fear like dis! Sikira bang the door taya, I no gree open. E remain small make d door comot sef, still I just kpeme for the room.

LamBAtells: Fineboy Agbero Ep7[Flying Monkey]

I don hear tales of the Flyin Monkey but I no dey believe am. E be like one of those Urban Myths were papa and mama dey use scare us in those days. Like the myth of drinking garri and eating mango and dying instantly! Like the myth of plucking an eyelash and a strand of hair from your head, placing dem in a paper and letting your parents step on it to forget whatever punishment they were going to visit on you. Like the myth of beating a boy with omorogun or broom and his kini will disappear. Like the myth of fingers growing in your belly if you “collected” sweet or biscuit from a witch girl in your class…

Like the myth of the Flyin’ Monkey.


I didn’t believe it. Not until it happened to me. Again, I swear by my mother’s life, I swear on the graves of my forefathers, I swear by my father’s kini: this is how it happened. And it happened to me.


Remember Iya Sidikat the paraga woman? Her father died and she had to go to Ekiti for the burial. The woman comot for like 5 days and we all wan die! No paraga, nothing! How we suppose survive? We already don wan go contract another paraga seller when the woman “shop” open suddenly. But it wasn’t the woman that was there o.

LamBAtells: Fineboy Agbero Ep6 [A Sombre Sunday Tale]

A Sombre Sunday Tale

(In honour, or dishonour, of Sunday, who brought dishonour to the agbero profession and died three days later in a police cell)

This is the lifecycle of a normal agbero.
He is a boy born into a poor family which usually lives in a face-to-face room. As a youth, he is burdened with the task of fending for himself because his dad has his younger ones to take care of. Of course, he attends secondary school, where he loves to sit at the back because he is tired of the wicked teachers and their intrusive ways. Then the teachers compound his problem by chasing him out of class for not possessing a needed textbook or for disturbing the class. He goes on to hang around with other boys like him, under the mango tree or in the abandoned classroom, or on the other side of the school fence, not so far from where a group of rough street urchins are smoking weed or selling it. They offer him a wrap for free and he takes the bait. Everyday, he smokes and talks large with them. But he still attends school because his mother is on his neck, pleading with him to finish his education and become somebody in life. Finally, he sits for the final exams and fails woefully because he hadn’t been going to class. Or he didn’t even write the exam because he had no money. Or he didn’t even write the exams because it was “chicken” to be seen in a school uniform with the “small-small” boys. While waiting for the GCE exams, he tries to supplement the family income by joining his weed-smoking friends at the park.

LamBAtells: Fineboy Agbero Ep 5 [Prison Chronicles: Three Kings]

Prison Chronicles: Three Kings

There were two kings in the cell. I always heard that some tough guy controlled the activities on the cell, but in this cell, there were two ogas. Like having two agberos collecting the same money from a conductor.
The policemen had shouted at me all through, punctuating their curses with slaps and kicks.

“Bastard! Na inside cell you go die! Your papa go join you for here for him burial. Na here u go born your first pikin. Na here you….”

This sergeant went on and on. He was the one I had broken his head. They stripped me of my clothes, leaving just my boxers. All my money don go. Dem come talk say make I write statement. The silly part na say na dem dey tell me wetin I go write.

“Oya, write say you collect my gun, you wan shoot me, but I overpower you, you come break my partner’s head.”

LamBAtells: Fineboy Agbero Ep4 [Hancock]

Hancock

Sikira beg me tire, I no gree o. Imagine now, after all I’ve done for this babe, she still go punish me for that yeye church. I don vow say, lailai, me and dat girl no go get anything again. But as you know now, every guy na maga and every girl na yahoo-yahoo; we must fall for their scams.

It was easy anyway. She went for the physical. Sikira showed up at my door one cold evening, looking like she just dropped out of a music video. Kai! This girl was wearing one sinfully short mini-skirt and a top with a low neckline. Maybe na wondebra or something, but the way those things on her chest stood out…

“Hi TJ." Em… em… can I come in?”

Before nko? I don’t forget say I dey vex with am sef. She entered and went straight to sit on the bed. There was this shy smile on her face. Ah, woman! Woman!

She went on her knees, further exposing those juicy mounds in her top. “TJ, no vex now. You know say I love you.”

I no even hear wetin she dey talk. My eyes were glued to where they should be. Finally, I found my voice.

LamBAtells:Fineboy Agbero Ep3 [Emi Okunkun]

Emi Okunkun

Saturday 9.10am

“E don die?”

My eyes flickered open, then shut. The sky was black. Very black. It seemed as if a giant fist had blotted out the sun.

“E neva die o!”

“E don dey wake!”

The giant fist morphed into five, each one splitting to reveal splinters of sun. Five heads peered down at me as I lay on my back on the muddied ground.

“Wetin happen?” I asked, with my mouth as heavy as a planet.

Mufu came into focus.

“TJ, you dey alive?”

“You dey craze? You wan kill me before?”

“Sorry o. But na just one punch the guy give you now.”

Slowly, I remembered. Sunday! Kia-kia, I stand up. The circle of people around me dissolved. Sunday stood at a distance, his face filled with fear. Last night, the bastard gave me some numbers say make I play them for Baba Ijebu. “13, 14, 15. Too sure,” he had said. I ask am how those kain numbers go win and him talk say make him mama die if dem no win.

LamBAtells:Fineboy Agbero Ep2 [Fight, fight and Romance]

Fight, fight and romance

2:32pm

I was chilling with Mufu inside a bus in the garage when the fools came. There were five of them, and though they tried to put up bold faces, I wasn't fooled.

“Na u be Taju?”

I looked at the fellow speaking and sized him up. His eyes were red from smoking igbo but that one no concern me.

“Who dey find am?”

“Wey the phone wey you collect from my brother?”

I no just talk anything. This one dey follow me talk like that. For inside garage! I slung my shirt over my shoulder and slipped out of the bus. Next thing na:

GBOLA!!!! GBOLA!!! GBOLA-GA!!!

The big stout bottle wey I just finish drink from crash on top the head of three of them. As they fell to the floor screaming, Mufu charged at the remaining two and I reached for the plank that served as the middle seat of the bus. Na so we dey beat them o. Two of us only against five mugus. Blood don flow finish before Agbowo and other NURTW people scatter-land.

LamBAtells:Fineboy Agbero Ep1 [Oya now!!!]

Oya Now!

7:36am
Iya Sidikat poured me two shots of paraga and I quickly downed the drink. The hot liquor sped down my throat, hit my chest with the force of ten thousand thunderbolts and restored heat into my harmattan-beaten body. I exhaled with a long “Aahhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Fara bale, bobo yi. Cool down!” Rashidi admonished.
I slapped my chest vigorously and thrust the cup into the woman’s face. She looked at me like I don kolo, but my eyes were so red and hard that she quickly poured me two extra shots.
Closing my eyes, I swallowed the drink. Tiny veins in my brain imploded. My closed-eye vision turned red, then purple. My chest smarted. I screamed.
Rashidi bellowed with laughter. “Alagbara!”
I shook my head, saying nothing as I regained composure. Blood go flow like water dis morning. One bastard was gbemu-ing to me. One bastard conductor. Oloshi! He refused to pay my shandy yesterday bicos him carry one yeye staff. Today na today!

8.35am
Shagaya ran to me at the bus stop and collapsed on the floor. He was holding his left eye and his hands were covered in blood. Rashidi and I left the driver we were harassing and ran to Shagaya.
“Wetin happen?”
“Kilo sele?”
I lifted Shagaya to his feet and through his uncovered eye he looked at me. The words spattered out of his mouth like Baba Odeku’s battered danfo engine.
“It’s… it’s….”
“Talk! Abi you dey craze?”
“Haruna!”
“Ehn? Wetin Haruna do again?”
He narrated the sorry tale of how Haruna had beaten him up over a plate of ewa-aganyin.