...ThE wAZOBIA LIFE....

The Wazobia Gazette was started by H and Flo'o in contibution to give back to their society. A very smart minimag, TWG as it is called is expected to be a bestseller. Already expected to be a smash; the minimag is going where no other Nigerian mag has tought of going. A focus is made on FAN BASE PAPI a group started by Nna Sam for Papi Flo'o. The Wazobia Gazette is truly and proudly NIgerian. The hustler mix tapes series is also discussed in extent. To get a copy of this goto...thewazobiagazette@googlegroups.com.

PRAY HARD 2

That pretty girls not looking pretty anymore, that smiling boy don’t wear a smile anymore dejected by all the wrongs he’d seen all his life they’ve been saying things would change and now he’s 48. Still all the light does is “blink blink” all you still see are beggars everywhere. All we still do na “flash flash” and all the kids do na “toil toil” with the tray on the head walking miles after miles, all dem mama do na sorrow think, all the youths see na frustration no fit further school! Nobody send!! After dem say make we no posh!!! The tap don’t run you can’t even wash your hands for doing a dirty job that don’t pay you well trekking to cut distance can’t go on a bus “they fix dem price just right”. Don’t blame them cuz they have to catch-up like you have to catch up and she has to catch up and he has to catch up, and when everybody is playing the catch-up game, no one is going to catch save for those on-top who tell us to pray.
Pray hard! That’s all they say
Pray hard!! Every night and day
Pray hard!!! They keep telling us pray!
Pray hard! Pray hard!! No changes
The only thing there is to pray about is myself, because when I think am up there then I see am no-where, life is an unstable boat you could fall anytime so I need to pray to God to keep my feet on the ground cuz if I don’t, ill drown by the flood of this corrupt leaders or get hit by the bullet of the men in black. Do we also have to pray for this to stop? Did we give them the guns or did the FG do. I don’t understand these leaders what are their plans? Operation eliminate the poor?. Sam papa was aging no pension money and now he’s dead still they tell him to pray
PRAY HARD INDEED.

PRAY HARD 1

Like the sermon of the pastors and the imam, it’s like an everyday story you see in the movie fake prophet and all that I guess you know. The ones who preach good are the ones who do bad. Like the Pharisees and the Sadducees outward they seem as holier than thou, but in the chambers of them hearth if they truly got an hearth is a rotten can of worm, the kind that feast on the waste of our leaders I mean the many-many goodies they throw away as waste without even knowing. Leaving the poor to muzzle hustle scramble litter fight and die over nothing. They say we should pray! “The country will surely get better” how can we pray when we know it’s in their hands like a toy in a baby’s hands never worn let go.
I think we should pray for fire to come down.
I think we should pray this leaders so scared
I think we should pray they’ll burn to ashes…many years of fighting, still we going back and we the worst for it things not getting better.
Don’t go mad at your brother when things not going good, be mad at this leaders, they raise your hopes only to bring you down, I think they are toiling with us, we are like puppets to them, all they care is for them belly and them families store in reservoir for generation not yet born in Swiss America everywhere else. They feed the countries leave us here to starve keep telling us to pray, pray on empty stomach for theirs to get bigger. If you want to play the fool brother keep praying.

street food

O boy! No time! Wetin you dey look? You never see person wey dey chop akara and bread for road before? Lagos Bobo no mind them, chop your akara and bread na im be our own burger…e be like say na Ajebo sef!! Madam abeg give me that corn for fire and coconut N20 me I be one man show, na so I buy boli the other day, I never chop from morning till night, I just dey hustle. So I say make I buy boli carry go house use palm oil chaw am. Me I be one man show I no get time I get many things to do. As I dey waka go house na so this ice cream man wey won dodge okada man jam me! My boli fall for ground…no even think say I go pick am rain fall everywhere just nyama-yama na so I hold the ice-cream man “oya wetin be your problem? Pay me my money! In-fact na double you go pay na okada I go use go back buy another one. na im the guy start to narrate “bros make I tell you the truth I never sell one ice-cream from morning till now…rain fall na bad market…abi you go take ice-cream? Me-sef I never shop since morning na ice cream I just dey chaw” na so I look the guy e be like say de guy serious o…na so I take six yogurt ice-cream “I just remember say my chikala dey come tomorrow for weekend I carry the ice cream go house. As I dey go house I take the N200 wey I won use buy recharge card I fashi! I go for yello place, na im be one Togo girl by the country side wey dey sell fries,ewa anything wey you won chaw, so I cool down buy phuff-puff, yam-burger, akara, fish, potato. O boy I just won chop everything I con buy one small agege bread join am…I waka reach ma-ma place buy 2pure water join am…I carry five ice-cream put for freezer, no ask me wetin do the other one…I use am go chill with my fries and my pure water, I chop finish na so I crash. Tomorrow na Saturday I no dey go anywhere I dey house, na me be one man show I no dey work for anybody I won stay house tomorrow my chikala dey come O boy! Na faji for me. That tomoro come reach na so I huzle everything wey I won do before 10am I don finish... I Sidon dey wait for amaka Akaka no show! Before I know 7pm don reach so I say make I comot come see you my Lagos Bobo thank God say I see you for road. O boy my corn don finish sef make we buy suya from that aboki make we use am go drink pami for dat local bar…oya lets go!!

Naija!

Lets talk about Naija the real jungle even Sodom and Gomorrah cant rank with all the looting the killing theft robbing people in day light here the weakling dies the poor are oppressed and the curny is respected. Its no fairy tale, its here for real like am here for real (F.l.O.2.da.country boy) from surulere from the Igbo cline.
Even Jesus can tell looking down today worst than when he came around things so tight every corner you go. You gat to sweat hard to get a little piece of cheese, our girls and pretty ladies turn to sluts make some dough and quickly hop in a wedding gown when they do the bang-bang and the off-spring comes they coming up with AIDS the leaders of tomorrow they coming up with frustration pain dejection scattered dreams even the kids crying it’s a hard knock life won’t go to school trey on the head….the youths doing posh! Everyday for for-sight doing illegal runs anyway to hang on. Like to figure out before that brother how to get there DAMN! The corps the government too should go to hell because when you falling no one is thinking about you but when u down they pick you up and put you in jail
Life is like a jungle only the strong walk tall if you see the light brother keep walking.

sminoff

me? am not complaining o! its just that putting things up 4 naija u need double the effort u need for somewhere else. we dey try o! people try sote dem give up na really hard knock life for here. but there is a revolution in da hood as i type sleepily, ive been up n there with eche trying 2 put things up for dec 17, its hot in the street of lagos everyday like fire...but on the 17 twill be kool like sminoff

Country Love!

TRUE STORY OF A COUNTRY BOY
People ask me what country is. What’s country music?
Just like Eche asked me “what role would you love to play” and I just said “Robin Hood” am a country boy hood boy ghetto boy I get a little bit of it everyday. From bathing my dog (I’ve got a dog, her names sassy) to eating roasted or cooked corn with coconut am a true country boy. Hearing the siren from the ice cream man walking in the dusty streets, horn yapping in the tight streets of eko, most be the hood, surely the hood
In the country it’s more money more problems. So when on the bus just like my fellow country people, spending hours on go slows, then like scavengers comes the hawkers my fellow hustlers in different form. From the ghetto and the hoods, I feel naija breeze most be the country!

...a page with a cover model!

....i got interviewd by eche on a lot of issues on this page of the gazette..to me it was more of a freestyle interview..by the way the show for dec17 is still coming up strong...cya

...street HUSTLER!

The street is my hustle!

The street is my office!!

From ojuelegba remember?

P.R.O for the boss

Always faithful in the rain and the sun

Twos I back then you saw with the tie

Co-prate shirt with the ko-ko shoe

Twos I who you saw washing the clothes

Small-small to get some dough

Talk about the times we sold dope to hang on

Feels good when the money grease the hand

Business before pleasure

No time to waste

No free meal in a free town so they say

I love the path I tread

Though coming up the rank twos;

Dejected moods…how’s tomorrow gon be

I lived with this torture everyday on my mind

Coming up the ranks!

I’ve seen fake niggars acting

People who won do what really they are not

Its better they hate you for whom you are

Than being loved for whom you’re not

Can’t blame them,

Everywhere seemed sealed

It’s like a mad rush of water when that brother finds a way

Everyone’s heading to the same direction

Whatever happened to being steadfast?

Original and true

Where the fucks are the ideas of this many-many people?

We not all just a phase of black and white

There be colored screens

...this is what been cooking!

...Still cooking, but you sure gonna get every bit of it when its done. It is called The Wazobia Gazette. First of its kind for obodo Naija. Its quite a privelage to be on the cover; in fact its mind blowing...I love it, but its just a tip of the iceberg. And like i said; you'll get it all when its done.

so i hope you all grab a copy when its out, because its your own!

I have been contributing to it as well, becoming a publisher wasn't part of my plan...but here i am! And somehow, i am doing what i love doing. Truly i love doing it, but i just didn't plan it...but its good.

Met a couple of great people recently; but i think i am becoming the greatest amongst them...BY the way...
,,,a suprise is on the way....Hustler Mix tapes is all i will say!

ciao and see you soon....in blogland and reality!

...Welcome to de hood

Yesterday I told Èché I found my judas “I might be wrong never can be so sure, but! I think I found him. As asa played on my deck, I just thought to myself “in every gathering there seem to always be a judas.

I most say am so-sorry for taking so long in posting a thought to you guys, ive been carried away by activities…driving me crazy! On and on am putting up a show in the hood on the 17^th of dec, it’s actually a street carnival, and ill somehow be putting up a fund raising before and during the show…its gon be real crazy and out of this world.

Once again am sorry for starving you guys for such a long time.

Èché male models will also crazily walk the runway its gon be wild and crazy, all I need is your support. ..Do visit FAN BASE PAPI a group on facebook, for more info

I got love for you all

And like asa said “no one knows tomorrow” so don’t hate!!

*my nest few posts are going to be some of my personal xperiences in the last few days, months and years gone by, even of times whilst in the juvenile*

welcome to my world

ok lets go! welcome to the world of flo'o style...a

new way of expression urban hip hop....

A guiterist infused style for modern music enterpreneurs who love a bit of danger and glamour and for those who love to dare.

FLO'O style by PAPI FLO'O is for the free souls who love to freestyle always.

creative director is eche

FBP

...goto facebook groups and please become a fan of Fan Base Papi for admission to come see me play.

lets go!!

am sorry i got knocked out by the jedi and opeyi...but am back, ive got myself drowned in the chase of my dream..i now pathner eche in running his male egency in lagos surulere...and by the way thats not the jist, ill let you know.

jedi an d opeyi before we go!

Jedi and opeyi whatever that is? Tastes like concoction.
I got a dose of it even as the guy that gave me the shit kept saying “e too bitter o” after taking some gulps. Am used to Jedi but opeyi no be my style. The guy say na cure for waist pain fever and pile (boy!)Not that I have any…but the shit was bitter.

fasten your seat belt!!!

fasten your seat belt i want to take you all on a ride of the present the past and way back time.
Papi Flo'o

a weekend of mixed feeling for Naija

. Twos a weekend of mixed feeling for Naija, I was told peter lost but the super eagles soared so high 5goals against sierra-lone or was it 4 did'nt wacth 2 the end. The day before yesterday was 11th October 08 local government election day all over the country…but most people didn’t burg …the day before that “eche models were at the national stadium surulere for training: twos a good experience because of the opportunity to soar free like a bird…and yesterday…yesterday was special not just because there was a lot to eat and drink, twos Austin’s marriage introduction…but guess who I was out with?...CONFIDENCE.
Gtg: I need to get back to my guitar…by the way sass’s probably pregnant.

flow with the tide...

Men! Things just flashing thru with the speed of light…like a lost wanderer am trying to retrace myself back to present day…kind of hard so ill just flow with the tide.

confidence

Chi-chi2 was this fine laid back sexy dude (sorry she) was pretty and all, but she was timid and fragile someone must
have taken advantage…then there were the three musketeers..Chi-chi, chineye...Whats the thirds can’t remember…but among them all was confidence...naturalist and confidence mixed to perfection.
We had left ikorodu for the new location...eleko beach…I, confidence and chi-chi2 walked to the beach...I had been walking bear footed all thru for the two days we spent on site (Tuesday and Wednesday) the sun was blazing like fire, I was dressed in warriors outfit, no shoes on, the sand in the beach as hot as those used for frying groundnut. Serious no kidding…so I stayed under the shed for sometime…then came confidence requesting that I walked her to the beach… so we walked…chi-chi2 joined us …men the sand was hot! Twos like my foot was going to burn out, but I was kind of getting used to it…confidence had slippers on...But the sand was burning her so much she couldn’t bear it so she hoped like a duck…we managed to get to the sea shore though…there we cooled off in the water.

girls girls1

its funny how so many girls can blow your mind and fade in no time.
i want to take out time to talk on some of the girls in the production(ultimate wrestler)at first we were just about four guys to over twenty female models on set.
am this kind of layeed back person ..that i dont know or you probably dont know how we began ...probably why they call me flo....just wondering.
the first sign of chemistry reaction was faith but hers varnished as soon as it began...then i saw the signs in chi-chi or is it ify...no its chi-chi...she was natural maybe to a fault so too was ada..chi-chi2 was this layed back.......
continues

peace out!!!

believe me from that point to this point of writing everything really went fast!!!
niggar brown came calling, the audition we had gone for some time ago had worked out....and so on saturday of that week we were off for ikorodu..we got lodged at neyo hotel...not fantastic but good service they rendered...i and brown shared a standerd room...fully airconditiond...with hot and cold water running...omoh liked our company so he spent almost the whole time with us...leaving david all to himself, who probably was too busy ploting vivi...i and brown took time out to pimp tru the ladies territory...by the way am blogging from objs territory.

de story of de old bus2

...and when some had de (forgive me 4 my write up style..am a hood boy..true naija boy)courage to ask 4 refund de conductor hola "lie! lie!!" for which he got some spanks from don who had asked him earlier before our departure if the bus was in good order and he replied in de affirmative...i even came down in the rain with my guitar ...can you imagine...i gave the conductor some quarks too..at the end we were pushing the bus...it started..kinda wet we boarded and took off...not far off de door almost went off...we were trying to lock the door twas pouring....de driver had to down himself to fix it..and off we were again, but not for too long...some problems after we've past Maryland..this time someone succeeded in collecting N50 ...on n on n on n on just imagine that kind of a day in de heaviest of go-slows in Lagos for about 3hours at de end we all came down afterpast jibowu..de bus could not go on...but i and doni made sure we took our spoil.

we got to ojuelegba on foot no bus no bike!! on an heavy drizzling rain...with my Guitar on my shoulder ..marching tru mould like a true musketeer...we were able to pick a bike that dropped us off at de stadium from where we walked on to kilo..along de way i saw this fine pretty Bebe i talked her on...her names biola...her numbers 080.......no way from kilo i and don picked a bike to raimi we saw eche along path

so much for one day

lets move on...

move on...

move on to what?

am thinking

ill think about it.

from that point though

everything went so fast.

...Sorry for the break in transmission!

its been more than a week since i came on board...that was last week Monday, on my way from Ikeja. I and Donizula. Our mission was that off mixed feeling. The bus we had boarded on our way from Ikeja to Ojuelagba started off by pushing before it could start. It looks like a lengthy story...
On the way about 5pm, the cloud became dark and the rain started pouring...it was in this rain before we got to Maryland that the bus stopped and the driver, after a long time came down and started mumbling things at the engine. Ok...
Everyone in the bus were wildly aggravated, but with a dose of comedy and laughter....Ok...it was not really funny. {laughs}
...We had stayed at the same point for over 30Min's, no one was in sight to help push the bus, the rain was pouring but you couldn't go nowhere...

focuz dats my wacthword....

i want to do a project for which i need to learn how to drive a power bike...o boy i dont even know bicycle...but ill do...street march with an army of followers behind me..relax i gat issues coming up am a king...dude!!..its papi flo...its naija country boy on a street march...green white green on all countryside...oya lets go...

dejected mood...

i felt like ponchin today..i wz at ikeja...but u know in life nothing is sure...but we gat to keep fightin cuz dats de only way we win...de guy wz just too busy to see anyone...soji dat is...enough of that!
i just want to get home and dissapear...back to my world
dont ask me where it is?
cuz u have to find out urself
de way am feelin now just like i sue to be at nsukka small town...behind flat that is ...locked up in a dark small room like in a cell..hiphop music in the air..hard core of tu pac..5o n all...with my pen in my hand pouring out ryme on my sheet...ill tell u about that someday.
right now its juat dejection mood..i feel like laying low 4 sometime,....dont ask me why i cant get up, where is it to go....dont ask me why so dejected, things not lookin good....dont ask me what me up to, nothing is sure.....dont ask me if am giving up now, cuz those who say no have done long time ago........dont ask me whats my plan cuz the end justifys the means.......and dont ask me whats my point, cuz i dont know.....dont ask if ive got a plan definitly ive got....dont ask if am lost, definitly sometimes i am....dont ask if am focuzed dats everly bein my wacthword...

mercy de pay phone girl

ok about mercy de pay phone girl, she wz supposed to start her first calss on sunday b y 4pm...but she showed up late not a good start..we ended up not havin de class that day.. i wz bathing when she came and before i could finish she wz gone...but she surelly has a unique voice she had sang for me the day before while i played on my guiter...i must say shes got de voice fit for a star..but how far she goes time will tell

today i had a class with lukehills, my guiter teacher...then later i went to see eche...new day new plotin...just this time i was'nt talkin to just eche,linda and lovely were present...and i must say ive got fresh plot to cook,..so gtg

setting the hood in the mood

i was'nt in church today, i dont pretend like i have to be pontual at all times...but ive got the good lord by my side...i met a guy today his name?...early day..he gave me a new breez of inspiration we were riding on almost same road of ideas, u know...plotin to take over..we set de whole hood on fire with a fresh rendation...drawing the attention of all that passed by, i sang de chorus as "working in the sreets of lagos e no easy"...evryone presnt freestyled to the jamz..."donizula, buka tee, early day, and ik the one every one called odogu...its ibo..means a great one...with some liqour and gushi..we all got to de holiest of holiest....happy sunday
nest time i'll tell u more about the pay phone girl,..remeber?...mercy...how i think she's got potential to be a superstar...by the the way she officially enroled to be my student...how far she goes only time will tell.

ploting to take over the world.

for another day i said..so lets go..i promised promised to break it down to perspective so dont worry about knowing me too mush..in good time u will..u know all good things comes to he who wiats..so lets go small small...big things in small package u know.
i spent my day doing what i do most days playing on my guiter,..sorry i did not tell you am a guiterist..i had played for sometime and needed go recharge my phone, had to call eche who sent a txt reminding of our plot to take over de world..he calls it famous..but for me its taking over de world....well i could'nt reachrge mtn networking too messy today...i then asked mercy de pay phone girl to help me with her service..she came my creep took my guiter and began to mutter tru de strings while i made de call...when i wz tru, she wanted me to teach her de guiter, and like most beginners she wanted to know it all there and then...well i talked her tru what i felt she needed to know, and at de end she was offering me de guiter to play her something...i played her one of my track i called hollywood but eche calls ghetto star..she found the song pleasing and at a point she laughed..what made her laugh?,..i had sang and said "no dey form like say u dey shit cause even you dey shity shity..she said i wz funny..i played someother songz she requested for gospel so i obliged her...i later told her bit of my plot to take over the world and, she wanted in as am sure u would if you see the picture

...check MIC!

do you know who 9ice is?...you probably don't know...he's banging tru de speakers as i type...i dey feel de dude just like i dey feel asa...and many more but i work hard like everyday...like a street jugglar going for ultimate fitness am aiming for de ultimate price..cuz i can hear myself banging tru your sterio,no am not joseph de dreamer its papi flo'o...a country boy from the country side of naija called lere, home breed nigeria west side, i do no deasing ... dat no be my style..but if u act like a kid i'll give you bread chop..let me break it down to perspective, i mean tiny tiny bits like the pebbles on sea..no lets leave it for another day

COUNTRY BOY'S TALE!

i may never kiss the ruby red lips of the prettiest girl in town..i should never ask her if she'll marry me 'cuz her bro wan gun me down...cause am just a country boy.
...papi flo'o
....19/09/2008

...Street Hustlers

....street hustler like a street jugler...emmmm
emmm i never let go...i will never say die; like a street jugler for ultimate fitness.
stret hustler for his ultimate goal....goal differs though! everyone with his own definition: but one thing iin common is drive; his zeal and like a street jugler never say die!
does that make sence to you? does it ever do. well i am wondering emmm; sometimes i don't even know....what...no i do...I Do! i surely do. i know what i wanna do i know where i wanna go i know what i need, how to get it...emm BOY!
does it still make sence...Does it.