FELT MEMBRANE seller @KayzoLee

If this is happening on the side of your house, don’t repaint. You will REGRET it. Read this first. That peeling, flaking paint on the lower part of your wall is not a paint problem. It’s moisture. Rain splash-back, ground water, or trapped damp inside the wall slowly pushes paint off from the inside. That’s why it usually starts from the bottom and climbs upward, sometimes reaching window level. If you repaint without treating it, you’ll waste your money. The paint will peel again. Here’s what to do instead: 1️⃣ Stop repainting immediately Paint is cosmetic. It cannot block moisture. 2️⃣ Treat the wall properly The wall needs a damp-proof treatment that penetrates and seals the surface, not just something that sits on top. 3️⃣ Use a proper moisture barrier system Products like Costar 2K and Krystal Coat are designed to treat the wall itself — not just make it look good temporarily. 4️⃣ Let the wall dry before repainting This step is non-negotiable. Painting over damp is guaranteed failure. When this is done correctly, the peeling stops — permanently. If your house looks like this on the side, don’t guess. Don’t manage it. Fix it properly. Repainting is cheap. Doing it right is smarter. © Tope Abdullahi

I have a huge respect for Burna Boy’s team because in the grand scheme of things, he’s not supposed to be in the Big 3 debate. The real big three in a particular order are; - Wizkid - ⁠Olamide - ⁠Davido But somehow, his team was able to run a successful campaign to put him in that category. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an A-list artist, but I’m sorry, he doesn’t have the range to be among the Big 3. Especially if we are using cultural impact and longevity as yardsticks.

My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS. That is, I live with sickle cell disease. My parents are both AS. Oh, they They knew. They were told. They still married. They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences. I am the consequence. I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear. In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different. By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat. At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell. We were both SS. That day changed me forever. My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…” But the damage had already been done. Sometimes I forgive them. Sometimes I resent them deeply. Both feelings live in me. In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior. What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode. They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate. And Relationships? That’s another wound. I’ve been loved… briefly. The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly. One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested. Then one day, he stopped calling. That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed. Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other. I am strong, yes. But I am tired. If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that I didn’t ask to be a lesson. But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters. That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!. Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻

Never go back and forth with a pig that lives in the mud. 2026 get yours ! ❤️🦅

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@hmdNetizen @bapphah 😂 But then, my willingness to marry a Muslim Igbo girl is so real 💯

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Merry Christmas! Spread love ❤️🦅

Lagos! Can’t wait to see you ❤️🦅

Lagos!! See you soon ❤️🦅

New doc premiering on @HBO. Dec 11th! 🦅 #WizkidLongLiveLagos 🇳🇬

Nysc has outlived its importance, stop risking your lives because you want to serve a country that doesn’t care about you, the structural integrity of the country is in jeopardy, don’t risk your life for that.

MIL!! 5years!! ❤️🦅

@Wingsley____ @Dhejiworldwide Quite pathetic, really !

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I worked on this short film as an editor and colorist. All thanks to Ebonylife Creative Academy for the opportunity A It can only get better.

After a display of total dominance by Mamelodi Sundowns in the second-round preliminary stage of the CAF Champions League, Coach Miguel Cardoso had this to say in response to my question at the press conference yesterday #viral #caf #npfl #remostars #mamelodisundowns

Big time!! Real life shit ! ❤️🦅 Odumo x Telz!! Telele!! ❤️🦅

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Sen. BABS 🇳🇬 @Babshub_

10 months ago

IF I DIE! ⚰️🤍 If I die as a young man, nobody must do candle night for me unless you want Ababila birds to be dropping stones of fire on you. Any sins we committed together when I am alive, you don't know if I have repented and Allah has forgiven me before I die. If you like,

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IF I DIE! ⚰️🤍 If I die as a young man, nobody must do candle night for me unless you want Ababila birds to be dropping stones of fire on you. Any sins we committed together when I am alive, you don't know if I have repented and Allah has forgiven me before I die. If you like,