|WIKI FACTS & ABOUT DATA|
|Full Name:||Olamilekan Moshood Agbeleshe|
|Born:||8 November 1993 (age 28 years old)|
|Place of Birth:||Ogun, Nigeria|
|State Of Origin:||Ogun State|
|Girlfriend • Wife:||Not Married|
|Occupation:||Rapper • TV Personality|
I have never really been a BBNaija fan. In actuality, I was one of its couple of opposes. I could neither see the good nor instructive worth it added to the general public.
Nonetheless, something about the current year’s version grabbed my eye. Through some hip-bounce page I follow here on Zuckerberg’s town, I came to realize that there was a rapper in the house. Knowing my inclination and proclivity towards hip-jump, I got inspired by this rapper however I didn’t try to find him.
Afterward, it went as far as anyone is concerned that there was some housemate who was been savaged the whole way across web-based media with Twitter filling in as the focal point. Individuals made japes that this individual probably made it in through the indirect access.
To fulfill my interest, I chose to know what it’s identity was. Amazingly, the rapper and the housemate being delayed Twitter were indeed the very same. It immediately rang a bell. This feels familiar!
I quickly associated with him. I could relate. Here was a youngster (same age as mine), skilled, energetic and brimming with vitality getting hauled for something as vaporous and shallow as physical appearance.
Obviously he wasn’t the well known decision. Unquestionably, not a competitor for the success. What wrongdoing did he submit? He wasn’t tall, not a draw out from the exercise center house like his male rivals. He wasn’t the traditional meaning of male excellence. No facial hair group, no six packs, no pink lips.
It was at that point, I set up my shelter with Laycon. It was at that point that I chose to finish the show as far as possible. Obviously, my work wouldn’t permit me the advantage of having my eyes stuck to the TV screen for a solitary housemate.
In any case, I followed the features via web-based media particularly on the ousting days. In my psyche I previously had a victor and it didn’t make a difference whether dominant part agreed with my own decision. It was either Laycon or nothing.
Individuals needed to comprehend that your physical appearance didn’t bar you from savoring the beneficial things of life. That you reserve an option to adore and be cherished in kind. You reserve a privilege to be cheerful. You merit all the lovely and magnificent things life had to bringing to the table.
Kessy Agwam calls BBN a social analysis. It’s an impression of what our identity is. The Laycon-Erica adventure allowed us a chance to realize how individuals felt about a not really alluring person falling for a lovely lady. It was an uneven condition that must be adjusted by cash, which additionally Laycon didn’t have shockingly.
So individuals announced their decision: Water (Laycon) should think that its level. He was no counterpart for Erica. He needed to slice his shroud to his size. He was gnawing beyond what he could bite. So they derided him for succumbing to woman he didn’t merit and gived a shout out to the passionate and ethically corrupted relationship that existed among Kidwaya and Erica.
It wasn’t some time before Erica uncovered that she also felt the same as open. Obviously, she just suffered him for his “knowledge” and didn’t not at all discover him engaging not to think for an appropriate mate.
Completely disgraced on all grounds and pronounced unsuitable for anybody’s affection and deference by a woman he venerated, my man took his a L like a man and proceeded onward.
Maybe the dismissal wasn’t such an awful thing. It made him center around the explanation he went to the house in any case, a similar explanation he was being exposed to joke both in and outside the house, cash all the more precisely its nonappearance. He zeroed in on winning and kid did he win.
I was available to come in to work yesterday night at the kids crisis unit when Laycon was proclaimed champ of the Big Brother Nigeria Lockdown Edition. I was overpowered in an eruption of energy. I had an inclination that I was the one on that stage tolerating the prize of 85 million naira. For me, Hip-bounce won, for me ability won. For me knowledge and character landslided magnificence and riches.
Any ethical exercise from this poverty to newfound wealth story? Normal, worn out. Never pass judgment flippantly. Appearances can be beguiling. Achievement isn’t a select legacy of the wealthy and lovely. Anyone can be effective at whenever. It’s just an issue of time and possibility. Treat each human with affection, nobility and regard independent of physical appearance and economic wellbeing.