[Download Mp3] Fire By OCP

[Music] Fire By OCP - Mp3 Download 

OCP is a rising nigerian singer, songwriter and entertainer, whose genre is an interplay of reggae, dance hall and afrobeat.

His music is largely influenced by Bob Marley, Modenine, Chronixx, Patoranking and Brymo. In this single titled ‘fire’ rendered in a traditional afrobeat style, laced with 21st century lamba, OCP preached against social vices with witty and catchy lines.

The song produced by ace producer and singer, Joe Waxy is suitable for both old school and new school music fans. Click the download button to have a taste of his artistryAudio Player. 

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[Music] Salvation By OCP - Mp3 Download

[Music] Salvation By OCP - Mp3 Download 

OCP is back again like bad habit with a hit single titled SALVATION. The song produced by the prolific producer, Joe Waxy Ejembi is a trap-reggae that will leave your head bobbing, while skankin to the sweet rythm. 

The song addresses the ills of the Nigerian society such as corruption, killings, banditry, human trafficking, terrorism etc.

In this song, the singer also calls for patriotism, gives hope for a better Nigeria as he calls on God to salvage and bless the nation.

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[Music] Gbese - Kflex ft, Ycleq

[Music] Gbese - Kflex ft, Ycleq 

BeeHive artist Kflex ft. Ycleq in a dope Massive track Title

Gbese.

Mix and mastered by Mr. Spyzy 

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[Music] J.SwaQs - Music For Real x NBSuspect x MystiQ

J.SwaQs the fast rising artist in beehive came through with a massive collaboration with NBSuspect of Blaq tigers Music and MystiQ the C.E.O of blaq tigers Music in a trap song Title

Music For Real.

Mix and mastered by DjKu 

J.SwaQs - Music For Real x NBSuspect x MystiQ

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[STORY] MY DECISION TO FIND MYSELF BY MARYWHITE

[STORY] MY DECISION TO FIND MYSELF BY MARYWHITE 

SELF DISCOVERY
(My decision to find myself)*_

_Marywhite_

Growing up as a girl was very very uneasy for me, as one of my biggest challenge was mentorship. Are you thinking I'm an orphan? Hell no 🤗🤗.

As for my parents, they're cool though, but their grooming me back then was focused on Christendom, keeping aside the social and mental aspect of my life🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ As a result, ignorance towards my true self is something I lived with for a long time.

_How frustrating it was for me_ 😭😭

I can say with confidence that the moment a person truly starts down the path of self discovery, they will never turn back. Self discovery means a lot of things.

It means *coming to the know of who you are* (Your identity)

*Where you are* (Your goals) and

*Why you are* (Your purpose)👌

It is quit pathetic that, so many persons are still ignorant of their true identity and so, have no self worth, happiness or anything they can imagine to live for🤧🤧.

Are you one of those persons? Have you been wondering how on Earth you can stand to your feet and take responsibilities on your decisions? Worry no more, you've got me.

My story through this article, will open your eyes to an entirely different image of yourself, and decide to live for a purpose.

* *DON'T FAKE A LIFE*

( _Be true to yourself)_

I could remember during my secondary school days, I was one of the few persons who didn't wear an ironed uniform, whose school bag was a black nylon (Amebo), with a shaved hair (even as a woman), but still happy.

In different occasions, a lot of things happened that I wouldn't want to go into details, but the bottom line *; I was true to myself*

Being true to yourself no matter the circumstance, is a stepping stone to discover who really you are, and your ability to do great and mighty thing😋.

* *FREE YOURSELF FROM UNCONSCIOUS STORIES OF LACK AND LIMITATIONS*

The talk about me being eligible and mentally retarded wasn't heard from my mom Alone. Yes, my mom. I already accepted the facts even before I finished from high school. I.e I was also a big contribution to my obstacles. How sad😭.

It was just

after my secondary education I came across a young charming soul, who later became an inspiration to me. I remember the first time I went to his school to see him, I was dressed in a green churchy suit 🙈, which made him very ashamed to even introduce me to his colleagues and friends as his " *girlfriend"*

Sadly, that continued for a long time due to my appearance, level of knowledge and understanding 🤦🏽‍♀️.

I kept holding onto the stories of my being eligible 🤦🏽‍♀️

One day, he asked what I intend becoming, and below was my response

"Well, I've always been the best student of foods and nutrition, I bet I'll make a good nutritionist"

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

"Why not go in for nursing due to your kind of personality, gentle, kind and compassionate?" He suggested

"Nooooo. My head can't carry nursing" I responded.🙈🙈🙈

I over fed myself with the stories of lack and limitation, so much so that I couldn't see anything good coming out of my personality other than settling for less🤦🏽‍♀️.

Learn to take your mind off people, things and ideas that won't make you go forward.

* *TAKE ADVANTAGE ON SITUATIONS*

When you don't think positively towards a bad situation, you will never bring out any reasonable idea that would change

it. And the ability to see yourself doing great and mighty things is from an awful situations.

To me, Self discovery is what happens to a man after so many experiences, set backs, disappointments, etc.

Did I tell you I broke up with that charming soul?

Well, we broke up🤷

Throughout the period of my pain, I was so mad at myself to have been treated worthlessly due to my inability to realize how much more I could offer to the world 🌍

Too many questions flew through my head and the answers I got was basically to take advantage of what I go throug, by acting on my shame and disgrace no matter how long it'll take.

* *HAVE A ROLE MODEL*

Does it really matter?

What if the supposed person to look up at the moment is an enemy, how do I learn from such person?

A lot of people go through this kind of situation and at the end of the day, no improvement.

Learn from me if you will.

My hunger for being better didn't choose if my role model was my enemy. The fact is, I even had to make the girl that was chosen over me my role model. Yes, she was brilliant and outstanding, so, making her my role model was to make sure at a point in my life, I'll be better than her. Gaining knowledge and having all round relevance was the goal, so, the enemy wasn't a big deal.

The more I read, the more I discovered how brilliant I am, and could also do things extraordinarily.

Choose to be better than someone 👉

* *READ BOOKS IN LINE WITH YOUR IMAGINATION*

The picture in my mind after the heartbreak wasn't a *beautiful nurse* , but a *"World class lady"*

I went into research and got more books concerning the image I was beholding in my imagination.

The more I read those books, the bolder, wiser and more sophisticated I became.

Dare to be different ♥️

Always remember that; whatever you feed your brain with, is also what the mind feeds on. And what the mind feeds on, is what helps the brain to think of the next step to be taken.

I decided to find myself admist all situations.

Follow suit and be maveled at what you can do.

Stop being a slave to yourself. Self discovery, is freedom from self slavery.

Choose to be free💃💃💃💃💃💃

[STORY] MY DECISION TO FIND MYSELF BY MARYWHITE

*Marywhite*

[Story] How can I tell this story and live

Becoming 12 was a lifelong dream for me. Mum had told us in one Sunday School lesson that Jesus was 12 when he had his first test of intelligence, arguing with lawyers and professors. 12 became for me, the age of awareness.

I wanted to be 12 so badly. But I would lose count of my years at 10. I stopped counting, stopped living. Time has since lost its value for me, and now everyday is a Tuesday, June 7, the day Aunty Ifechi died.

I didn’t understand it when people said it was love that killed her, I didn’t know that love killed people, that love could kill. Well, my Aunty Ifechi had held a sharp blade to her throat and cut it open until she found the oesophagus and dug deeper until there was no more pain to feel, only a raw, stinging throb, as I imagine. They found her body soon after. No one heard her scream.

How can I tell my story and live ( A man lying down and thinking)

Dad had been telephoned and asked to come to their family house. Her mum sounded urgent, she spoke the way thirsty people drink: “Ifechi…. Damilola…. Suicide…. She has killed me!”
Dad returned from Ifechi’s parading a sorrow-clad face.

A pale and impenetrable darkness seemed to have followed him back from that house of death. He did not discuss it with us. But mum had told us everything while he was away, Ikenna and I. Damilola was a boy from Aunty Ifechi’s school whom she had been dating for three years, only to find out last week that he’s been married all that time.

How can I tell my story and live ( A man sitting down and thinking)

She confronted him , half expecting him to deny it, to say it is not true; and he told her he is sorry, he’s been trying to tell her. It’s not a lie. She has not known another man but Dami, all her life. And this! No; she would unwrite it, this life was a lie. It was her fault and she had to correct it.

Her body let another body fool it. And only it can atone for such a mortal error. Scars won’t do. End it. And she did it.

I cried in silence, leaning on the balcony, listening to mummy talk. Images of Aunty Ifechi slitting her own throat in sporadic movements filled my head. Blood. Pain. Anger. Hate. I did not like Dami, for what he had caused. In our house that evening, the smell of death hung in the air. It had followed dad back; it clung to him, and was in his visor.

Ikenna was in his room playing Ancient Words on his piano, and singing aloud: Ancient words ever true
Changing me, and changing you.

We have come with open hearts
Oh let the ancient words impart.

The evening was waning and in the distance the birds were flying home from their day’s toils. I strolled out, letting my legs wane and wander, taking me anywhere of their own will. I knew dad won’t call me back, nor mum. Not tonight.

I walked past the apartment buildings that formed our Street, past the community primary school. I walked to the General Government Hospital where her body waits. Where was I going? Anywhere out of the world! The lowlands of Ifite contrast strongly with the hills of Zanga Street where we lived which was at the periphery of the world; Zanga that hangs precariously from the precipice of a vast hill. Viewed from the ground, it looked like it was waiting for the apocryphal order to tumble into oblivion. But Ifite, life here is coolheaded, like me. It is a little peaceful town that always sleeps. Always quiet. I had to get to Ifite, to this peace. Here where I can listen to the silence of the night. I had my childhood moonlight plays here. It was here, around the Udala tree at the heart of Town, the playground, that love gets given for free, for almost nothing. Older children did it in the play. Once we were playing hide and seek_ a night game of course. I had sought refuge in an empty drum. Another figure hid in another corner of the drum. I could feel its movements. I raised my eyes and to the immediate distance. It was Ikenna, with Uju, the girl who always teased him for his world best soprano in the children department choir. But what were they doing shaking that drum like that! I squinted a little to let in more light and…. That day, Ikenna told me that if I told anyone what I had seen there, he won’t be my friend again. I was four then and this right here was my only friend. I promised not to tell. I guess I just broke my vow. No, I only remembered, the way I remember Ifite, for the memories that it brings. This town is a peace offering,; it is peace itself. Thus, the day Aunty Ifechi died I strolled to Ifite, alone, for the first time.

I had always gone with Ikenna. But today, I know too well than to disturb him at his piano. I know he would play until his tears streamed and flowed into the chords and notes and melancholy would sing in his voice, piercing high, penetrating the high walls of our residence. If I was God, I would dance every time Ikenna sang.

When I got to the playground, the children were there as always. I joined the older ones. I’m an older one now. We did not know our ages but there were perfect parameters in place for promotion and/or demotion. For hide and seek, we split along genders, male and female; the girls hide while the boys seek out their hiding places. I hid in a nearby bush this time. I squatted just a few inches from the road, trying to keep my mind on the play. The searchers had seen many others, a few of us remained. I followed the shouts that issued after every find. Then some neon eyes came towards me. Screams wouldn’t issue from me hard as I try. The eyes had an evil aspect. It was a human, drunk with frustration and anger. The smell of gin and grease came with him, pungent and sickly. An okada man. He advanced like a trained apparition, without full or proper use of his senses. He trained his eyes on me; then he smiled, shutting his eyes ever so briefly. A prayer of Thanksgiving. I have never been able to tell this story, but this Hausa brute grabbed me and… He unleashed whatever frustrations that life had thrown at him on my tender thighs. I did not return home that day nor the next. And when I finally returned on the third day, I didn’t talk to anyone. No one questioned me. Dad told me they all missed me. He told me again and again how he loved us all. But I didn’t listen. I wanted to talk, to tell them all about it. But how can I tell this story and live!

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[Music] We don show - Elcruzzy ft, Wiz Prince - A P

As the long awaited WWE_tha_ep of Elcruzzy is all but set to drop, he decides to give us a track off the ep titled "We Don Show" which is a track that he features his CME Brothers Wizper and Aepee, click and download have a taste of good music.

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