Saturday, May 26


PHOTOS from the Official Launch of the Nicademia Video On Demand Platform and Mobile App

by Staff writer

Nigeria's foremost video streaming and content distribution animation company, Nicademia, had its official launch yesterday (25th May).

With goals of promoting the cultures and languages of Nigeria and other African countries, Nicademia says its mission is to prevent the extinction of African languages as well create a market for African animation.

The official launch of the Nicademia platform unveiled four of its main products which include:

a. Nicademia Mobile App

b. Nicademia Edutainment Tablet manufactured by Zinox

c. Nicademia Video-On-Demand Website


d. Nicademia TV Channel

CEO of Nicademia, Mr Valentine Ubalua, delivering the welcome address.

Mrs Njoku Nneka, the Nicademia Chief Publicity Officer, delivering the Nicademia pitch.

Emerging filmmaker, Adebimpe Adebambo, speaking at the event.

Mr Owolabi Oluwaseyi from USP Brand Management.


Children need their fathers' love just as they do their mothers' - Study confirms

by Staff writer

A recent large-scale study has confirmed that a father's love is just as important to a child’s emotional development as a mother’s.

An assessment of over 10,000 children that participated in the study revealed how a cold or distant father can damage a child’s life, sometimes for decades to come.

Friday, May 25


This is the Saddest Short Story ever written!

by Staff writer

Daniel Nkado's My Smiling Baby Boy was voted "Saddest Short Story Ever Written" in 2014 by DNB readers:

Read My Smiling Baby Boy by Daniel Nkado below:


I realized just how much he meant to me only a few minutes after I gave birth to him.

The nurse that had cleaned him up said to me, ‘What a beautiful baby boy’, smiling as if envious as she handed him over to me. He was wrapped in a soft, white cloth.

I stared at him with teary eyes and a smile. He was just so small. So vulnerable. Instinctively, all my protective hormones activated. I was ready to give in my life if that’d ensure he is safe.

I took his tiny hand and wrapped it in my palm. The silky-soft feel of his skin gave me joy. ‘I love you,’ I said to him.

For a tiny second I thought I’d seen him smile at me.

He smelt fresh, of precious baby soap, or whatever the nurses had used to clean the pinkish birth stains off him.

When my husband asked what name we will call him, I didn’t think it twice. I knew his name even before my contractions started that morning.

‘We will call him Uwam,’ I said.

My husband began to laugh, that his annoying laugh that makes you look so stupid you’d want to punch him in the nose.

I frowned at him. ‘What’s that for?’

‘Honey—’ He broke off into laughter again. Now I really felt like punching him. Right in the nose. His big pointy nose.

Finally he managed to stop. ‘I’m sorry, Baby, but this is 2014, you know that, not the 70’s.’

‘And your point is?’

‘We don’t give those kind of names anymore na. You know, names like Udokamma, Nwakaego and Chukwuolisa – they’ve all gone extinct.’

‘My name is Nwakaego, you realize that right?’

‘My point exactly, honey! Okay, tell me, when were you born?’

I clucked and turned my face away, rocking my precious boy. His tiny lips fastened limply to my nipple and I wondered if he was getting enough milk out. I held my breast which had doubled in size and weight since my later months and kept pressing it gently for him. I needed to be sure he was feeding well.

I caught my husband’s eyes staring and for a tiny amusing second, I wondered if he wanted some milk too.

My husband took my hand and covered it in his.

He was sitting by the side of the bed, eyes bright with joy. He wanted this baby even more than I do—he would not say it but all I only need do was look into his eyes. It was right there, like a thin layer of clean sparkle, it framed each ball. Love.

‘Honey, all I am saying is that we should give him a name that would make people want to be friends with him on Facebook,’ my husband said.

Now I looked at him with a smile. He can sound really funny at times. ‘So what do you suggest?’ I asked him.

‘We can name him –’ he broke off, eyes turned up in thought. ‘We can call him—’

I watched him with compressed lips.

‘Okay, fine, let’s just go with yours!’ he threw this out with a gasp of defeat.

I smiled and rubbed him on the head, shaved so neatly it felt rubbery to my palm.

And that was how we came to name our little boy, Uwam. My world—because that is what he truly is to me.

He soiled his diaper quite often, woke up 3-4 times in the middle of the night to cry and feed, but it never bothered me.

I did not go back to work. Attending to my boy was a more satisfying job to do. I did it full time.

Maybe that was why he grew so fast— from the tiny, frail thing at the hospital that day to this robust frisky boy.

Ever smiling, eating, playing, and breaking things!

He never called me mommy without a smile.

The day I caught him playing with my purse, all my small lady items scattered round the floor, he had said ‘I’m sorry, mommy’, with a smile, as if he knew that though I had raised my hand, that I was never going to spank him.

I never did.

Who dared lay a finger on such an adorable thing?

He was a happy smiling boy whose mischief was more entertaining than infuriating.

He was our joy, our entertainment, the most precious thing we ever owned.

Once, I had begun to feel that his daddy was stealing him from me, so I made them stop going to the park together on Saturdays.

Instead of going out to play tennis with his father, watch him play in the true sense of it because he was no taller than two rackets joined together, he would stay at home with me. And to be with him, his father stopped going to the park, unless we were all to go together.

He changed our Saturdays; so too our Mondays, Tuesdays, each day that followed his arrival.

On Saturdays, we cooked together, saw a movie together, played ludo together. We revelled in the new unity he brought.

We never felt bored in his presence.

His smile was a powerful antidote for sadness. Since his arrival, it had departed from us entirely—sadness!

Even the day his stomach ache started, he was smiling as my husband drove us to the clinic.

When the doctors gave him countless injections and one bitter pill after another to swallow, he smiled while we felt bad for him.

And because he was smiling, our sadness gave way for strength.

And then the test results came two days after, and our lives shattered.

It said his liver is bad, that he had been born with a congenital liver defect.

My boy was going to die.

There was nothing we could do, except book him for a transplant in 72 hours, or less. There is a good clinic in the US that was recommended. Cleveland Clinic, Ohio.

‘There is no time,’ the lanky doctor told us. ‘It has gone so late complete failure is expected in four days at most.’

I felt like slapping him. How can you be expecting something so bad!

I insisted my husband and I get tested right away. Hopefully, one of us will be a match. There is not enough time to wait for a cadaveric liver. Only living donor transplantation was possible now.

As I watched my boy that evening, smiling even on his sick bed, I did not know when a tear dropped off from my eyes. He has lost some weight and the bones of his forehead showed pitifully.

I sniffled and tried choking the tears back. But it was hard. It was my world that was going to leave me.

His daddy had warned me never to show any sign. But I guess I was not really as strong as I had always given myself credit for.

‘Mommy, why are you crying?’ my boy asked me, a hint of smile still on his face.

I sniffled and quickly wiped at my eyes. ‘No Nnaa, I am not crying.’ I rubbed his head. ‘I am not crying.’ I kept lying and my tears kept coming.

‘Is it because I am sick?’ he asked.

I shook my head, wishing he would stop talking.

He raised his hand, twisting forward to touch my face, probably to wipe the tears off my face. But he winced in pain and stayed back down.

‘Please stay down,’ I said to him, holding him. ‘Stay down, my boy, and don’t hurt yourself.’

He settled back to the bed. I hated the network of tiny transparent tubes the doctors had set up all round him.

I watched him for long minutes, wishing it was possible to switch places with him.

‘I love you, mommy,’ I heard him say. He had been watching me too.

My tear bag broke then. ‘I love you too, my world,’ I tried saying but the tears didn’t allow me come out clear. ‘I love you. I love you,’ I was croaking, rubbing his hand. It had turned from fleshy to bony, from richly brown to sickly pale, in so short a time.

My boy was suffering.

My nose was running with a clear gluey liquid.

The door opened then and my husband came through.

He saw me and his face darkened in anger.

He pointed to the door and barked at me to walk out.

I obeyed, but didn’t fully close the door. I left a tiny crack from where I watched him attend to his son.

I knew he was hurting just as I am, if not more, but the ego of men wouldn’t allow him show it.

But that ego shattered the next day when our world finally left us.

He had died with that smile frozen on his face.

As I stared at his pale, stiff body, I only did one thing.

For the first time since his illness started, I returned his smile. That smile only meant one thing, I realized now—he was happy wherever he is.

I turned and hugged my husband who has been vibrating with tears behind my back all the while.

‘I loved him,’ my husband said. ‘I loved him so much. I don’t know if I showed him that enough.’

‘You did,’ I said to him, patting his back. ‘You sure did.’


Daniel Nkado is a Nigerian writer and journalist. Read more stories from him on

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So Blue Ivy scolded her grandmother, Tina Knowles...

by Staff writer

As you may have already known, Beyoncé's daughter Blue Ivy is not a little girl you want to mess with.

After watching her telling her parents, Beyoncé and Jay-Z to be quiet at the Grammys, we have realized the six-year-old is just as sassy and confident as her mother.

Thursday, May 24


Here's how long it takes to get over a heartbreak!

by Staff writer

Heartbreak is a term used to describe that crushing sadness, anguish and distress caused by pains and strains of love.

The experience of a heartbreak can be so intense that some scientists suggest it feels the same as physical pain.


A Pakistani man sentenced to death for farting in a mosque?

by Staff writer

It's Ramadan and the news of a Pakistani man who was sentenced to death during Ramadan after he farted 5–6 times in a mosque has started spreading again.

The supposed man was suffering from some kind of gastric problem that caused him to fart frequently.


Strange Details Surrounding Princess Diana's Death

by Twitter User - @POTFW_

Ten months after her divorce from Prince Charles (October 1993), Princess Diana sent a note to her then butler, Paul Burrell, foretelling her demise.

The letter revealed she was afraid, refused Royal security, and accused the Royal Family of planning to kill her.

Wednesday, May 23


What is wrong with this picture?

by Gloria Ezeh

So a Twitter user posted this picture on his timeline and got flooded with lots of messages, all of them expressing their shock!

Take a look at the picture below and tell me if you see anything wrong with the picture because I am seeing nothing.

Did you see anything wrong?


Gloria Ezeh is a Senior Editor at DNB Stories.


PHOTOS: Massive crowd gather at the airport to welcome Omoyele Sowore

by Staff writer

A massive crowd of young people assembled at the International wing of the Murtala Muhammed Airport to welcome Nigerian presidential aspirant and spearheader of the #TakeItBack campaign, Omoyele Sowore, as he returns to Nigeria.

Sowore returned to Nigeria after a series of townhall meetings with Nigerians in the Diaspora.


FCMB staff wanted for stealing over N600 million from bank customers

by Staff writer

Eight employees of top Nigerian bank FCMB have been declared wanted by the police for fraudulently siphoning customers' money, The Witness reports.

The suspects are accused of stealing over N600 million from depositors’ accounts.

Tuesday, May 22


Why Meghan Markle's bouquet was sent to a grave!

by Staff writer

The bouquet carried by Meghan Markle when she tied the knot with Prince Harry has been sent to Westminster Abbey in a long-established tradition.

The flowers have been placed on the Grave of the Unknown Warrior, which symbolizes the sacrifices made by British troops at war.


"I'm a heavenly nanny" - Man tells Linda Ikeji

by Miz Tee

Following Linda Ikeji's revelation that she is pregnant, a Nigerian man named Ayofemi has taken to Facebook to inform the popular Nigerian blogger that he is indeed her best choice for a nanny!

"Taking care of infants is my calling," Ayofemi wrote.

Linda Ikeji, 37, is best known for her news and entertainment gossip blog, LIB.

Monday, May 21


Meet the dog who is a police officer in America

by Staff writer

In 2017, the Stafford Police Department employed Kansas’ first pit bull police dog named Kano.

Kano who was trained by Universal K9, an organization that trains dogs in San Antonio, assisted police with a $7,500 marijuana drug bust same year in Great Bend, the Hutchinson News reported.

Sunday, May 20

Saturday, May 19


Two of Prince Harry’s ex-girlfriends attended the Royal Wedding

by Staff writer

Chelsy Davy and Cressida Bonas, the two women Prince Harry is confirmed to have dated in the past, were in attendance at the royal wedding on Saturday as he tied the knot to American former actress Meghan Markle.

Harry, now the Duke of Sussex, dated Davy, who is originally from Zimbabwe, from 2004 until 2010.


Real reason President Trump was not invited to the Royal Wedding!

by Staff writer

As you may have known, President Donald Trump and his wife Melania were not invited to the wedding of the year.

According to NBC News, it was Harry’s decision not to invite any political leaders to the wedding.


Before buying a London-used phone, READ this!

by Staff writer

With most flagship devices selling way above your income, buying London-used phones may just be your only option of touching that shiny new wonder from your favorite manufacturer.

True, buying a London-used device instead of a new one can save you money and reduce the impact of a purchase on your brain, but what are really the deep things to know about the low-cost phones that supposedly come from London?

1. Some London-used phones are good, even better than the new ones

Buying a used device can, under the right circumstances, be just as good as buying new. Some new devices that come into Nigeria are manufactured by the company stations in China and in most cases not at par with the ones made for the American or UK market.

Buying a London-used phone will mean you are getting (somehow) the same standard as these superior roll-outs.

2. However, not all London-used phones really come from London!

That's correct, not all London-used phones come from London. Sometimes they might just be stolen phones that were cleaned up, unlocked and resold to those stores selling them.

3. Things can go wrong with London-used phones

Because London-used phones have had a life before they get to you, you never know exactly what kind of abuse they’ve taken or what potential problems they may have.

Many London-used phones devices can actually be refurbished phones that have been used extensively, and most likely have had a major technical issue that needed repairing.

Refurbished devices are not all that bad per se, but the quality of the restoration depends on who did the refurbishing.

Is it the manufacturer? A carrier or consumer electronics chain?

Refurbished phones that come directly from the manufacturer are more likely to be as good as new before they are shipped.

Some London-used phones can also be devices used for just a year or so with no apparent fault at all, then exchanged for newer models.

Still, it all depends on your luck to get the good ones.

4. No warranties and guarantees

Warranties and guarantees for London-used phones often don’t match up with those for new devices.

A new phone, for instance, may carry a warranty that lasts for an entire year. A London-used variety of that same phone, on the other hand, may only get a 90-day warranty.

This means you have to be extra careful of what you are buying as you can't easily return them for another in the case of a defect.

Some shops have been known to offer short-interval return policies to their customers, so you might need to ask for this information before paying for your device.


Make sure that you get an idea of how a London-used phone is obtained, restored and reconditioned, and get as many details as possible on the history of the specific device you’re considering before making payment.

Friday, May 18


Fresh Ebola outbreak spreads to Congo's big city, 14 new cases confirmed

by Staff writer

An outbreak of Ebola, once confined to remote rural areas in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, has now spread to the north-west city of Mbandaka, health officials said on Thursday.

According to officials, this "new phase" of the deadly epidemic puts some 1 million people at risk.


Health problems of having large breasts

by Dr Navin K. Singh

From pain to frequent headaches, extremely large breasts can cause numerous problems, not just aesthetically.

One study of 31 women who had breast reduction surgery found that 81% of them had neck and back pain, 77% had shoulder pain, 58% had chafing or rash, 45% reported significant limitation in their activity, and 52% were unhappy with their appearance.

Thursday, May 17


6 reasons to pick an iPhone 6S over the iPhone 8 or iPhone X

by Staff writer

Though already two years old and with two successors, the iPhone 6S might just be the best from Apple yet.

The fact that Apple is still making and selling the iPhone 6S even after two years tells us something about how special the product is.


The scientist bringing dead pigs back to life and what it teaches us about imortality

by Staff writer

In a recent meeting at the National Institutes of Health, Yale neuroscientist Nenad Sestan revealed that his team has successfully reanimated the brains of dead pigs recovered from a slaughterhouse.

By pumping them with artificial blood using a system called BrainEx, the scientists were able to bring the animals back to “life” for up to 36 hours.

Wednesday, May 16

Tuesday, May 15


Prison guard with huge, smelly penis found guilty of abusing inmates

by Staff writer

A Brooklyn jail guard named Eugenio Perez was on Monday found guilty of sexually abusing female inmates — after the victims gave matching accounts of his giant, smelly penis.

A jury found Eugenio Perez guilty on 23 counts for forcing four women at the Metropolitan Detention Center to perform oral sex on him and propositioning a fifth.


What's really going on between Cardi B and Azealia Banks?

by Staff writer

Though Azealia Banks has never been a fan of fellow rapper Cardi B, but one would think that their feud has gone a bit too far this time after a series of bullying comments from Banks led Cardi B to delete her Instagram account.

The 25-year-old has also made her Twitter private.


Men have virtually no parental right in America!!!

by Guy Whisper

Women have much more power in relationships than men do.

Not just by social convention (which, believe me, is power enough), not just because others are more sympathetic to their side of any story (which, believe me, is also more than power enough), but via the full weight and majesty of the law.

Monday, May 14


Why you didn't see Beyoncé at the 2018 Met Gala!

by Staff writer

Beyoncé was due to attend this year's Met Gala, but pulled out in the last minute after Jay-Z reportedly booked her a holiday.

The rapper felt that his superstar wife was due for a break, following her acclaimed Coachella performance and ahead of the duo's forthcoming international tour.


Is the Pope angry with the 2018 Met Gala theme?

by Staff writer

Since the 2018 Met Gala theme was unveiled, there's been a lot of speculations about how the Vatican was not in support of it.

There is even a viral fake tweet by the Pope admonishing Rihanna for her Pope-inspired Met Gala costume.