Wizkid on this week's Billboard Chart. • Morayo has now spent 19 weeks on the WBBA✅️ • Made in Lagos has now spent 149 weeks on the WBBA✅️ MIL remains the longest Charting African Album in history.Wiz is the only African artist having 2 albums currently on the chart✅️ #Favour #tessy_rich

Africans we are unique. So many languages and cultures. The Hadzabe tribe of Tanzania have some of the most difficult names to pronounce. Imagine if we gave this our wonderful platform one of these names to showcase or African origin. Naa, Nakupenda is okay. For the love of Africa! #chinosky #grace

Have seen so many write-ups/post about "NAKUPENDA" So in one word tell me how you view NAKUPENDA 🎤? ME: African YOU: how about you 🎤 #de_listener #banjodx #grace

THE IGBO ENTREPRENEURSHIP SYSTEM - The Strategy That Built Obi Cubana Have you ever wondered … How did the Igbo people rise from losing everything after the war, to becoming one of the most entrepreneurial tribes in Africa? Let me tell you a story. So After the Nigerian civil war, the Igbos were left with nothing. According to history, people who had thousands in their accounts were only given £20. Businesses destroyed. Hope shattered. That’s how the new system treated them; broke, broken, and abandoned. They didn’t sit down and complain. They started again. From scratch. From the ground up. That's the spirit of the Igbo Chi. But they didn’t do it alone. They used a system, one powerful principle: “Never Leave Your Brother.” If you’re selling biscuits and need to buy Lipton, you go to your brother’s shop. Even if his price is a bit higher ; you still buy from him. That’s how Igbos built their own economy from inside. They called it “Onye Aghala Nwanne Ya ” - "Don’t leave your brother behind." This was more than business. It was survival. It was loyalty. It was strategy. They built communities. They trained one another through apprenticeship (Igba Boi). They lifted each other from trenches to triumph. They created chains of value - and chains of trust. And no one represents this model today better than Obi Cubana He started small - one nightclub in Abuja. But he didn’t rise alone. He surrounded himself with people he empowered , and they, in turn, empowered him. Today, many of his “boys” are millionaires, and they’re all still connected. That’s what made his mum’s burial a historic moment it wasn’t about showing off, it was about community wealth. Now His 50th birthday was a blast. From Business Men to superstars to sports players they all gathered to pay homage . You might wondering what a popular pastor was doing at the event ? He is Igbo right ? He came to pay homage to his brother who built from scratch. That’s the Igbo system. Build. Empower. Don’t leave your brother. That's why Anywhere you see an Igbo person there must be a community. That's how the Igbos grow ❤️ That's how they were able to bounce back and become the most proporous ethnic group in Africa As Obi Cubana celebrates his 50th birthday, I see more than a successful man. I see a case study of Igbo resilience, strategy, and communal growth. If you're building something today, I want you to ask yourself: Are you lifting others as you rise? Are you creating value or just chasing money? Are you building a system, or are you walking alone? Because wealth built alone is fragile. But wealth built in brotherhood is eternal. Obi Cubana didn’t just make money. He made men. He made systems. He made history. And that, my friend, is the secret of Igbo entrepreneurship. Start now to build men. #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou

Discipline saved China Indiscipline drowned Europe Arrogance is killing America,I hope Ignorance will not drown Africa #attendance #Fortuneandre #passion

#Waskydone #Grateful Nakupenda from Africa to the world. It's all about humanity changing the narratives and setting a new standard for social media.

A great continent like Africa is home to millions of young people who can't afford a decent lifestyle. How can these young people change these narratives for themselves? Is technology a path for redemption or should they depend on their governments to rescue them? What are your thoughts?

Hello everyone, Instead of saying Messenger. We would love to name it in an African language. Suggest a name that means. "Message me" And from which language?

Nigerians never Learn. This is the list of Ponzi schemes that have made away with Nigerians hard-earned money yet they still fall mugu MMM Nigeria – 2016 Ultimate Cycler – 2016 Get Help Worldwide (GHW) – 2016 Twinkas – 2016 Icharity Club – 2016 Crowd Rising – 2016 Claritta – 2016 Help2Get – 2016 Loopers Club – 2016 Givers Forum – 2016 NNN Nigeria – 2017 MMM Cooperation – 2017 GCCH (Global Crediting Cooperative Hub) – 2017 Money Riot – 2017 RevoMoney – 2017 SwissGolden (Nigeria version) – 2017 NNU (Nigeria News Update) – 2017 Peer2Peer Donation – 2017 Twinkas Reloaded – 2017 Donation Hub – 2017 MyBonus – 2017 ZarFund – 2017 Bitclub Advantage – 2018 Million Money – 2018 Helping Hands International – 2018 DGSOUK – 2018 Pennywise – 2018 Loom – 2019 Crowd1 – 2019 Lion’s Share – 2020 InksNation – 2020 Baraza Multipurpose Cooperative – 2020 Racksterli – 2020 86FB (aka 86Z) – 2021 Eagle Cooperative – 2021 Royal Q (Nigerian scam version) – 2021 FINAFRICA – 2021 Ovaioza Farm Produce Storage – 2022 QNet (Nigeria) – 2022 Afriq Arbitrage System (AAS) – 2022 MBA Forex – 2022 Chinmark Group – 2022 Inksledger – 2022 Axim Exchange – 2022 Compoundly – 2024 CALA (Cala Finance) – 2023 6Dollars Investment – 2023 Sidra Investment (cloned scam version) – 2024 WealthBuddy – 2024 BitFinance Global – 2025 CBEX-2025 How many of them duped you?#Olufaderomi#peejay

A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment Episode 1 The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village. As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear. “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed. He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls. He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—” She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture. A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him. “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!” He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life. By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless. But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again. #worldwide #africanfolktales #Discipline #nakupenda

#Grateful, it can always get better with Nakupenda we African's can make a very big difference in the social media space. Let's make it happen. #Grateful#