Ebonyi State House of Assembly building totally razed this morning

Ebonyi State House of Assembly complex was totally razed to the ground this morning Feb. 24th after a fire broke out from the Accounts department and spread to the media section of the complex. The cause of the fire has not been ascertainment but workers in the complex are suspecting it was an arson.

Chris Brown disses the Grammys, says he'll be happy if Rihanna gets with Leo Dicaprio

Chris Brown and Tyga are currently promoting their new joint album- Fan Of A Fan 2, which drops Feb. 24th and have been doing a lot of interviews. In an interview with Hot 97 today, Chris Brown dissed the Grammys, Drake, and said he'd be happy to hear his ex Rihanna is dating Leonardo Dicaprio. Meanwhile, Tyga said he's not going to stop being 'friends' with Kylie. Real all that below...

Chris Brown on The Grammys:
“The Grammy is f*cking bullsh*t. I’m that great that I don’t need to vote for myself. So many people are scared to say something. I kinda give it to Kanye [West] cause say what you want. I think it should be a different form of how they judge.
Chris Brown on Drake:
“This n*gga not making us no money by us talking about him. We not getting no checks by this n*gga. We making him hot by talking bout this n*gga. I’m not giving this n*gga no more ratings. I’m not taking his side cause I don’t mess with dude. I’m on probation so that’s all I’m gone say.

Chris Brown on Drake surprisingly dropping his mixtape If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late:
“Yea that’s cool, forget him though. We talking about Beyonce. But that’s copying what you saw from the success you saw from somebody else.”
Chris Brown on having to reschedule dates for the “Between the Sheets” tour:
“I lost $3 million from doing that, $3 million in production. The thing that hurt me the most was it was already an approval. I had 100 hours left, but they knew doing that would mess up a lot of stuff. So they were like I had to finish the 100 hours before I went on tour. I wish they had told me that two, three weeks in advance.”
Chris Brown on PETA coming for him and Karrueche :
“As far as PETA, I wish they would throw a cup of paint on me.” Then he quickly changed it up, “I don’t wish. I’m on probation, so how about we not throw paint and we find another way to converse on this situation [laughs].”
On he and Karrueche showing up in matching furs at NYFW:
“We’re great. We never really got a chance to step out as a fly couple so being able to do that during Fashion Week at Michael Costello show, we just got a chance to go to the show and have some fun. She’s on the tour [with me] now. I love that girl.”
Chris Brown on Rihanna:
He said he didn’t send Rihanna a birthday text, but said he would give her a high-five if she gets with Leonardo DiCaprio. “I’m not a hater, I’m not envious. I can’t have it all.”
Chris Brown on having beautiful women around him while he’s in a relationship with Karrueche:
“If I was were to have 15 girls in the studio, my girl know it’s 15 girls in the studio. Am I boning the 15 girls? Naw, but they’re giving me inspiration. I can have b*tches…around.”
Tyga on his “friendship” with 17-year-old Kylie Jenner:
“She’s just a good person. I love being around her. It’s my decision to continue to be around her. I don’t think it’s the world’s decision to dictate that.”
Tyga on Kylie’s family giving them the side-eye:
“We always hung out whether if I was in a relationship or not. They knew I had a kid. King [his son] would go over there and play with North [West] so it wasn’t nothing new. Life is about being happy and keeping yourself surrounded by people who bring that good energy.”
Tyga on tweeting Drake’s a “b*tch” on Twitter and then deleting it:
“Yea that was quick like, you know. You know how you get hot real quick then you think about it."
Tyga on Cash Money:
“I learned a lot being around [Lil] Wayne, but I started realizing the business wasn’t right. I would ask him [Chris] questions because I didn’t know. It got to the point where I had to speak how I feel. Then, when I started speaking up, people start coming at me like I was crazy. You see the situation with Wayne right now and now people are like ‘damn, you was right.'”
Tyga on getting out of his YMCMB deal:
“I was supposed to be out the deal. They agreed to a number to let me out the deal. I was going to pay them a few million dollars to get out the deal. Even though they owed me money, I was going to pay them because I’m not petty. I just want to move on with my life and continue to build. I don’t know what happened, everybody went M.I.A.”
Tyga on how he gets money:
“I have a clothing line that’s a $20 million company. I have a boxer line that we’re about to put in stores. I have a real estate investment company that I just started. I don’t have the shoe deal with Reebok no more, I’m with L.A. Gear. I’m about to bring the light ups back because I want to do something that’s retro that ties in what we’re doing [with the album].”

Culled from TheYBF.com

Photos: 3 pregnant Abuja-based friends hold triple baby shower

How cute is this? Three Abuja-based friends who found themselves pregnant at the same time decided to throw a triple baby shower. According to folks who posted the photos on instagram, the baby shower held yesterday. Congrats to the beautiful ladies. See the photos after the cut...

Photos: EFCC declares couple wanted over N1billion fraud

Find the EFCC press statement below...

The public is hereby notified that Harry Agbenu Austin MD/CEO of Megarice Co-operative Society Nigeria Limited located at Glass Plaza, Block B1, FCDA Quarters, Kubwa, Abuja and his wife Mary Agbenu Austin, a director of Megarice, whose photographs appear above, are wanted by the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) in connection with a case of criminal breach of trust, obtaining by false pretence and issuance of dud cheque to the tune of over one billion naira.

The couple allegedly used their company, Megarice, in operating a Cooperative society of over 400 members whose deposit amounted to over N800million. They were promised a ten percent monthly interest on their investments which never materialized. Also, the couple obtained a loan of a million naira from a new generation bank purportedly for importation and distribution of rice which they diverted for other purposes and also defaulted in repayment.

Dark complexioned Harry is 39 years old, and hails from Ogbadibo Local Government Area of Benue state. Mary, is 37 years old Gbagyi from Chukum LGA of Kaduna state. They speak Idoma, Gwari, English and Hausa language fluently.

Their last known address is No. 96 Road, House 14 Gwarimpa Estate, Abuja.

Anybody having useful information as to his whereabouts should contact the Commission in its Enugu, Kano, Lagos, Gombe, Port Harcourt and Abuja offices or through these numbers 09-4604620, 070-26350721,070-26350722,070-26350723,070-6350724, 070-26350725 ; its e-mail address: info@efccnigeria.org or the nearest Police Station and other security agencies.

Dear Nigerian celebs, biko help Seyi Oguntade...

Seyi Oguntade is the man who lost his face via electrocution. (read here). He needs your help desperately for a face reconstructive surgery. We've only been able to raise $4,800 out of $60k via his Gofundme. Naija celebs, shake body biko. Help Seyi. We are trying to raise N10million...

To donate: Seyi Oguntade - Diamond Bank - 0057655379. You can donate here - gofundme.com/seyi. See more photos of Seyi after the cut...*graphic photos*

I caught my husband cheating - so I trashed his £100k Porsche, cut up his clothes, fought him for control of my company, by Michelle M

One of Britain's most flamboyant businesswomen and Ultimo bra tycoon Michelle Mone wrote in her book 'My Fight to the Top' about how her marriage became a battle more bitter than any she'd faced in a  boardroom, how she exposed his affair, and plotted her revenge. Very interesting. Read below.... 

As a kid growing up in one of the most working class parts of Glasgow, I vowed that one day I’d have a house like the ones I saw on my favourite TV programme, Dynasty.

Sure enough, the six-bedroom mansion which my husband Michael and I bought in 2008 had a sweeping staircase, just like the one featured in the home of the fabulously wealthy Carrington family.

There was also a huge walk-in wardrobe containing 100 pairs of Louboutin shoes and racks of dresses costing £4,000 a pop.

Downstairs we had a bar, a cinema with reclining leather chairs and even a nightclub out the back, not to mention five flashy cars on the driveway including Michael’s £100,000 Porsche.

To top it all, the house was in an affluent village ten miles from Glasgow which is known as Millionaires’ Row. For me, it couldn’t have been more perfect — but my parents hated visiting me there.

‘It’s like a show-home,’ Mum shuddered, and she was right. I had installed four dishwashers because I couldn’t bear the sight of dirty plates, and our three kids were forbidden ever to put a pine coat-hanger into a walnut wardrobe, knowing that it would freak me out.

Once I returned from a business trip and found that the salt grinder had been left out in the kitchen. Panic. I needed to check nothing else was out of place.

Only after I’d opened the cupboards one by one and ensured that the food labels were all facing the same way did I feel in control again.

This obsessive compulsive behaviour was a manifestation of my deep-seated unhappiness. I found comfort in regimenting the small things around me because I felt out of control in a much bigger part of my life — my marriage.

As I’ve explained in this series, my marital problems began soon after the launch of our Ultimo lingerie brand in 1999. Going to work became like walking through a minefield, our boardroom meetings constantly interrupted by one or other of us storming out, and the arguments continued at home where our sex life was virtually non-existent.

Incredibly, I never considered divorce. I came from a background where you got on with it, no matter what. But the beginning of the very dramatic end came in the summer of 2011 when I appointed 31-year-old Samantha Bunn as our new head of design.

She was nine years younger than me and I took her under my wing. She was having big problems with her boyfriend so I felt sorry for her and said she could live in our guest annexe, right next door to the main house.

I treated her like a family friend. Some nights I invited her over for dinner and we’d all sit around the kitchen table, chatting and laughing. But soon she started pushing the boundaries.

At work, she was always in Michael’s office, flirting and flicking her long dark hair. Michael shut the door, something he never usually did, but I could see what was going on because of the design of our headquarters. Built in the shape of a breast — well, we had made our fortune selling bras — they had glass walls everywhere.

While I was away on business, Sam started popping around for dinner with Michael and the kids. One night I saw him lifting a bottle of red out of the wine rack and he told me he was taking it next door because Sam had texted to say she’d run out. An hour later he returned, claiming they had been just ‘talking’.

After that, I was constantly asking Michael if he was having an affair and his answer was always the same — ‘You’re mad, you need to be sectioned’.

He told everyone, even my parents, that I needed psychiatric help, but my suspicions continued to grow at our office Christmas party where Sam giggled into his ear and he ignored virtually everyone else.

I wanted to go home at 7pm so the staff could let their hair down without us around, but Michael refused to leave. That night, I paced our bedroom waiting for him to return. Finally, at 3.30am, I heard a taxi pull into the drive and the two of them giggling.

That was it. I’d had enough of this heartache and nobody made a fool out of me. I confronted him and we had yet another explosive argument and barely spoke for the next week.

When it got to Christmas Day we agreed that we’d put on a happy front for the sake of the children, who were then 12, 15 and 19, but after taking the turkey out of the oven Michael suddenly walked out.

It was awful. I was crying and so were the kids. He didn’t come back until Boxing Day morning, and we agreed then that our marriage was over. I put out a Press statement to that effect because that way I knew there could be no going back, and I could draw a line under it and finally move on.

The release made no mention of Sam. I was doing this for closure, not out of spite, but Michael remained adamant that there was nothing happening between them, and I wanted proof that there was to reassure both myself and my family that I wasn’t going mad, as he had kept insisting I was.

So I decided to flush them out like rats. That January, the two of them were due to visit our factories in Hong Kong with some of our technical staff and I gave details of their itinerary to a private detective recommended via contacts of my friend, Carol Vorderman.

I’d got to know Carol well after we starred together on Celebrity Apprentice, and while Michael and Sam were away in Hong Kong she took me out to lunch in London to cheer me up.

Halfway through our meal I got a call from the private detective, suggesting we meet urgently. He came to the restaurant, took me aside, and handed me a big brown envelope.

Inside I found pictures of Michael snogging Sam at the airport and of her going back to his hotel room. Deep down I knew my marriage had been over for years, but I still felt indescribable pain. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground crying, comforted by Carol who ran over and wrapped her arms around me.

Back in Scotland my grief turned to anger. After texting Michael to tell him that he had been caught red-handed, I grabbed a knife and went to town on his beloved Porsche, scratching it to shreds.

Then I charged round to the guesthouse where Sam was living — thanks to the kindness which she had betrayed — and threw all of her possessions into the garden, the dressing table along with them. I was like a banshee.

I then kept calling Sam’s phone until she picked up.

 You b****, you lied to me,’ I screamed.

‘It’s not like that,’ she stuttered. ‘It only started a few days ago.’

‘You’re a liar and you’re fired,’ I blasted.

When Michael got back from Hong Kong, the first thing he raged about was his Porsche.

‘My f***ing car,’ he yelled. ‘You’ll pay for that.’

‘You’re lucky I didn’t set fire to it,’ I replied.

In the coming weeks, he told the press that there had been no relationship with Sam prior to our split at Christmas — and I even got a letter from her lawyers saying that she was suing me for unfair dismissal.

What was I supposed to do? Sit down and design bras with her? I would probably have stuck the needles and scissors up her backside, but my lawyer advised me to pay her off and she wasn’t the only cost. I also had to give Michael £8,000 for the damage to his car. But the fighting between us was not over even then. 

Any reasonable person who’d had an affair would have moved out of the family home, but Michael tried to insist that it was I who should go. There was no way I would leave my house and my kids, and what followed was like that film The War Of The Roses in which divorcing husband and wife Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner try everything to get each other to leave the house and end up in a fight to the death.

Every night there was a race to the master bedroom. Whoever was there first got the bed. I put his favourite shirts and cufflinks in the bin. I let down his car tyres. I cut holes in all his boxer shorts. I put laxatives in his coffee on the day that he and Sam were going to a wedding — God only knows if that worked. Michael probably did things to me too because quite a lot of my stuff went missing, but somehow we remained under the same roof for eight months before agreeing to alternate weeks at the house.

On the day I moved out to a hotel for his first week I crept up to the master bedroom, pulled back the luxurious throw and threw a bucket of cold water over his side of the bed before replacing the covers.

Later the kids phoned to ask why I had done this and, looking back, I can see I was selfish. I should have thought about the effect all this would have on them, but it was my way of getting my hurt out.

At the same time, I was also fighting Michael for control of the company. Who would buy out who? It started with a low blow from him. ‘You’re fired,’ he said one day, pointing at me as if he was Lord Alan Sugar.

I’d always left the legal side of things to him and now learned that he had somehow ended up with 48 per cent of our shares, compared with my 47 per cent. But still he needed 50 per cent to control the business and I managed to persuade Tom Walker, a silent shareholder who owned 5 per cent, to back me, and together we had more power than Michael.

That was round one of what felt like the longest boxing match in history. Whatever punches Michael threw I got up the next day ready for battle.

He might have been more intelligent than me — he was a university graduate whereas I had left school at 15 with no qualifications — but I had more fight and stamina, although I was crying myself to sleep and downing a bottle of wine a night to numb the pain of it all.

With news of our problems now public, the company value crashed as customers wondered what was going on. Eventually I managed to find new backers, but they would only invest if Michael left — and he refused to accept what was being offered for his shares.

Finally, in February 2013, with only weeks to go before we went under, our bank told Michael that he had to accept the deal. That same day I agreed with him the paperwork for our divorce, and soon afterwards we sold the house.

The biggest battle of my life was finally over, and in August 2013 the kids and I moved into a once derelict Victorian building in Glasgow which I had spent months transforming into our new dream home. Living there was a new beginning for us, and the feelings of bitterness which used to eat me up at night slowly vanished.

Not even the news that Michael had launched a rival lingerie company with Sam bothered me, and I wished them all the best on their recent engagement.

As for me, I hope that one day I’ll meet the perfect guy, but I’m not sitting around waiting for it to happen because there’s so much I still want to achieve.

These days I want to spend more time with my kids, and more time working on ‘me’, and so I have sold 80 per cent of Ultimo, hanging up my bra as Chief Executive.

I’m still working out what I want to do with the next chapter of my life. It will definitely involve lots of motivational speaking, inspiring other people to make the most out of their lives, and if there’s one lesson I’ve learned above all, it is that material things do not bring you happiness.

If only I could go back in time and tell that to the little girl who sat at home in the East End of Glasgow, watching TV with her sausage-and-chips supper on her knees and dreaming of the riches she saw on Dynasty.

Culled from her book - My Fight To The Top

ISIS fanatics kidnap 90 people from Christian villages in Syria

According to a breaking news report this morning, ISIS militants have kidnapped about 90 people from Christian villages in Syria after they seized two Assyrian villages from Kurdish forces in the northeast province of Hassakeh.

The militants reportedly attacked the Christian villages near the town of Tel Hmar in the early hours of yesterday. This is coming about two weeks after Egyptian Coptic Christians were kidnapped and beheaded in Libya.

Singer Essence on why it's been difficult to get married

One of the hassles of being single is that people never stop asking you about it..lol. After a while, you just repeat the same thing to everyone. When asked if being single bothered her and why it's been difficult for her to get married, singer Essence said;

"It bothers some people. Some think it is destiny. If you can work towards it, fine. It doesn't just work for everybody. If it happens, fine. If not, fine"she said

"Marriage is difficult. A lot of people in it are not enjoying it. Some are enjoying it. It is not just me. I wouldn't be sent to hell if I don't get married" she said

Photos: EFCC declares couple wanted over N1billion fraud

Find the EFCC press statement below...

The public is hereby notified that Harry Agbenu Austin MD/CEO of Megarice Co-operative Society Nigeria Limited located at Glass Plaza, Block B1, FCDA Quarters, Kubwa, Abuja and his wife Mary Agbenu Austin, a director of Megarice, whose photographs appear above, are wanted by the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) in connection with a case of criminal breach of trust, obtaining by false pretence and issuance of dud cheque to the tune of over one billion naira.

The couple allegedly used their company, Megarice, in operating a Cooperative society of over 400 members whose deposit amounted to over N800million. They were promised a ten percent monthly interest on their investments which never materialized. Also, the couple obtained a loan of a million naira from a new generation bank purportedly for importation and distribution of rice which they diverted for other purposes and also defaulted in repayment.

Dark complexioned Harry is 39 years old, and hails from Ogbadibo Local Government Area of Benue state. Mary, is 37 years old Gbagyi from Chukum LGA of Kaduna state. They speak Idoma, Gwari, English and Hausa language fluently.

Their last known address is No. 96 Road, House 14 Gwarimpa Estate, Abuja.

Anybody having useful information as to his whereabouts should contact the Commission in its Enugu, Kano, Lagos, Gombe, Port Harcourt and Abuja offices or through these numbers 09-4604620, 070-26350721,070-26350722,070-26350723,070-6350724, 070-26350725 ; its e-mail address: info@efccnigeria.org or the nearest Police Station and other security agencies.

PDP Lagos Guber candidate Jimi Agbaje replies Gov. Fashola

Jimi Agbaje posted this on his Facebook page this morning. It's a response to Governor Fashola's comments that Agbaje's company only paid his taxes after he was publicly called out. Read below...

The Honourable Governor B.R. Fashola (SAN) has lied again and I think it's time to address his repeated blunder.

With regards to my taxes, there is no truth in this latest piece of misinformation that the Honourable Governor has been peddling. Following the repudiation of his initial allegations about Jaykay Pharmaceuticals unpaid taxes, he has lied again, giving the impression that my company has gone to pay money supposedly owed to the government.

JAYKAY PHARMACEUTICALS has not paid a kobo since the day the Honourable Governor launched his initial attack. We stick to the facts contained in its initial publication, which encapsulated the company's reaction to the Governor’s initial falsehood. To now insinuate that I have gone behind the curtains to pay N500,000 is clearly political silly season, for lack of a better phrase, and quite frankly, beneath your person.

It's understandable that we've both had our differences in course of this election season, but when the Honorable Governor goes about launching unbridled, flat-out-false attacks at me about something as important as taxes, you leave me no choice but to call you out, Sir.

When I got into this race, I decided to make it about the issues. My opponents, not so much. They talked about me being inexperienced and at some point they said I was too old to govern and we responded with BOLD IDEAS intended to put Lagos on a new trajectory - one that is NOT based on the Jagaban's tax-and-spend economics but on a framework that would radically push us to new economic frontiers for some of the most under-developed regions of the state like Epe and Ikorodu. They ridiculed our ideas around government-enabled free wifi hotspots across the city - an idea targeted at widening the reach of a world of knowledge that the Internet offers to our young and aspiring populace - especially in areas of low penetration. They called it bold ignorance and out of touch with reality yet they quickly went on to implement wifi Internet-enabled buses a couple of weeks after. As much as we're glad that our BOLD IDEAS inspire you as much as they do us, one must begin to question the seriousness of the opposition in Lagos to make this election about the issues.

How ever you cut or dissect our success as a state over the last 16-years, the fact is that Lagos in the Economic intelligence Unit (EIU) is still ranked 137th out of 140 cities listed in the liveability index. This means that if you take 140 cities worldwide where people consider good to live in, Lagos is the fourth worst place to live in. Apart from this, a World Bank survey shows that of the 36 states in Nigeria, Lagos is still the worst state in terms of the ease of securing Building Permits. It is still on record too that the party the Honourable Governor represents has delivered less than 5,000 housing units till date. It is still on record that more students in Lagos fail WAEC than those who pass. Even when we consider corruption, we are aware that Honourable Governor Fashola is yet to challenge anyone for corruption at the state level. Or is he saying Lagos is 100 percent corruption-free? Yet he goes about castigating the Federal Government. He should walk his talk and lead by example – expose and prosecute high-ranking corrupt officials in his government and the state civil service. The corruption in the Lekki Toll Plaza will be made public in due cause.

Clearly, we still have a lot of work to do as a State but the Honourable Governor Babatunde Fashola has set out to exploit the commanding heights he occupies in the seat of government to bully us. And quite frankly, we shall stand up to bullies.

I think what Lagosians should begin to ask is what is driving the Honourable Governor Fashola’s violent outbursts? What has he got to hide? Other than lay the facts bare to enable the public form an informed opinion.

I refuse to be baited into his self-declared verbal warfare. My politics and campaign will be issues-based and no roforofo badmouthing from anyone, no matter how highly placed, will steer me away from development-based politicking.

There are more pressing issues, more important conversations to have and more problems to solve. And the people of Lagos are wondering if their leaders get it. The teachers, the students, the blacksmiths, the bankers, the taxi-man, the small-business owners, they all hope that their leaders understand that the outcome of this election and the future of this state is bigger than any one personality or party. Whatever we do or commit to doing determines whether they have food to put on their tables; whether they can own homes, pay salaries or that their children can go to schools of their choice. They deserve better. The people definitely deserve better.

Skale's girlfriends defends her man, comes for Wizkid, others

She tweeted this as her man came under fire from Wizkid and others yesterday. She actually wrote 'can you afford a girl like me?" Lol..girl, are you for sale? #Justasking. Read the tweets after the cut...

I don't have a Facebook or twitter account - Obasanjo says

Former President Olusegun Obasanjo says he does not have a twitter or Facebook account. Obasanjo said this while addressing media reports claiming he used his twitter handle to describe Fani-Kayode as a democracy wrecker.

"Fani-Kayode is a democracy wrecker, who’s very fluent in stupidity. Give him food, and he will sing and do “shoki” dance for you.”. the handle tweeted over the weekend.

Denying he tweeted it, Obasanjo said;

"I don’t know where this comes from. I don’t have any account on either the Facebook or Twitter again. Go and block it. Let me say that, nemesis will catch up with anyone doing this. It is illegal and criminal. If I have to pass any message to the good people of Nigeria, I know how to go about it with no controversy" he said