King Ifey's Blog

Mothering Sunday? Is that even a correct  expression? Yes it is. Mothering Sunday is meant to be celebrated on the laetare Sunday which is the 4th Sunday in Lent. It was basically meant for the celebration of the mother church. The church where one was born.

This writer that wrote against the white lady that changed her name from Rachel to Nkechi has serious issues.  Of all things to write about which was obviously listed as pressing issues in your article, you chose this inconsequential thing to scream your voice hoarse on? You try ooo. Jisi ike. There are over 50 millions Nigerians with English Name. And well over 130 million Nigerians with foreign names. Yes...Moslems and Christians. We have westernized our names. The westerners aren't getting livid about it at all. The southern Nigerians are so  white too, both their name and surname are usually English... Kate Henshaw, Rita Dominic, Van Vicker, Steve Crown, Israel Strong, and many celebrities out there  bear English names. We are yet to have them censured for bearing such names. Now, One white lady decides that she is in fact the opposite of a typical oreo, we  jump in on the matter, grabbing our sabres and cudgels to close in on her. Utter rubbish! Many Nigerians have left th

I rest now I rest amidst the clouds With the daughters and sons of the wind Free to reach for the moon, Free to stare into the sun. Freedom unimaginable When being mortal felt like a cage, When mother had me and clothed me in dirt, Hoping opulence catches up with me And gives me the life she can’t give. When I ended up amidst the pack of poor lasses Catered for by vile nuns, When food was a luxury I couldn’t afford, When hard work made my soft hands tremble in pain. Mother, I know u did what u did Because father rejected you You couldn’t feed yourself, and you had me to feed. I know you cry every day that you did me wrong You wonder if I attend school with the rich Or I pick food from the gutter You curse my father and your life Rest now mother, rest now The nun who clothed me, starved me I looked gaunt and yellow I rebelled and left through a conduit that let water off the abbey I lived in the street and ate from the waste. I slept in empty stores and sometimes in the bush My hear

From the Garden City of Port Harcourt comes this  amazing single by Slinkeeice called Folake. It is everything you need in a song. Masterfully produced by DJ Coublon and sung by Slinkeeice whose voice exudes a great command of professionalism in knowing the intricacies of Afro-singing.

This is another video of mine. Lets talk about Left Hand. Do share your opinion with me after listenining. Thank you.