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How it all started!
You will recall back in the days when Wizkid started claiming bestie and getting intimate with Tiwa Savage all in the name of trying to make a video for his song titled Fever. However, I decided to keep still about the whole issue and let it die down despite having my fiancee on the same bed with him during the shoot.
On this faithful day, i was relaxing back at home in my couch as usual, only for me to find my fiancee (Tiwa Savage) trending on the internet. Though surprised, i decided to check out what could have happened along the line.
As a sharp guy, I quickly followed up with its trend on twitter. While I was scrolling through, what I saw with my eyes was something my mouth wont be able to say as tears from nowhere gushed out of my eyes. But for the sake of the story, I will give you a snippet.
Imagine the so called Wizkid kissing and touching my baby Tiwa live on stage during his Starboy Fest in Paris on the 26th day of October to be precised, I saw that post exactly 8:00am the following day. The most annoying part was that she enjoyed it. Even after the saying that joy comes in the morning, what I saw took my joy away as I became sad on that faithful day. Out of anger and jealousy, the Nigerian blood in me couldn’t hold the feeling any longer, so I decided to pay Starboy a visit with the sole aim of vengeance.
On seeing Wizkid at first, he was alone. So I decided to make good use of the moment, guess what I did? I quickly picked up a wood and started chasing him without him knowing what was wrong.
Unfortunately for me and my household and like Nigerians always will say, “village people at work”. I chased him to where his fans were. He started screaming and telling them what was happening, already I knew I was doomed because “local man can no longer can”. While I was trying to run back, one of his fans held my shirt and started pulling me back.
My dear, come and see the struggle that day, I tried everything possible to get rid of them but all to no avail as they held me bound.
Before I could try to explain myself and tell them what Wizkid had done to me, I received something that was worth damaging my brain cell.
As a matter of truth, the slap alone was enough to turn my life around as I could no longer think straight or remember anything about me, myself and I. Tears from nowhere started dripping from my eyes because I couldn’t help the pain no longer.
To cut the long story short, me that came to Paris to destroy Wizkid, left Paris unconscious.
A rare picture of me as captured by a stranger.
At that time of my life, I knew it was all over for me and it was about the time I start all over and draw closer to God, the only one who is mighty in battle.
A rare picture of me receiving Jesus into my heart and surrendering all to Him.
To God be the glory, as the rest of the story are now history!