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I have slept with Timaya before... Tiwa savage

“I exchanged my body for the collab i had with Timaya on our popular song “ in my head”, i was very low on funds then and wanted to revive my career and fame so i had no option to sacrifice my body which i never regretted because the song turned out to be a hit”.

——TIWA SAVAGE

In the heart of Lekki, where the smell of suya on a warm evening mixes with the salt breeze, Kaelen lived in a paradox of her own making. To look at her, she was the picture of unbothered Lagos cool: the kind of chic that appeared effortless, with her sharp bob, a ready laugh, and an infectious, relaxed confidence. But look closer, and she was a complex mosaic of secrets and contradictions.

​This particular afternoon, Kaelen was perched on the worn, sun-baked steps of her compound’s old kitchen, a spot she’d claimed for years. She was wearing her 'Sunday best for a Monday,' as she called it: a vintage, tattered t-shirt in rust and indigo—a piece so old it was almost more hole than shirt—paired with high-waisted, cream-colored pajama pants. These weren’t just ordinary pajamas; they were patterned with dozens of little black, sleeping cats, each one curled into a tiny ball. A nose ring, a tiny point of silver in the light, added a touch of defiance to her smile.

​Her story was just as layered as her outfit. By day, Kaelen was a data analyst for a startup on the Island, a world of sleek spreadsheets, AI modeling, and investors demanding quarterly targets. It was a high-octane job she excelled at, but it never quite felt like her.

​Her heart, though, was in a small, rented studio at the back of her aunt’s property, a space that was slowly, secretly filling up with her art. Kaelen was a found-object sculptor. While other people saw discarded car parts, soda cans, and bits of machinery as garbage, she saw the skeletal structures of forgotten dreams. Her t-shirt, the color of old oil and rust, was an accidental canvas for her work; the stains were paint, and the holes were from sparks when she’d been a little too careless with a welding torch.

​Her latest piece, a six-foot-tall heron made entirely of recycled metal, was a testament to her secret passion. It was a bird of progress, a creature born from the city’s detritus, ready to take flight over the lagoon. It was the perfect metaphor for her own life—the polished professional by day, the gritty creator by night, both coexisting, perhaps uneasily, under one roof.
​As the sun began its descent over the Lekki lagoon, casting long, golden fingers across the patio, Kaelen looked up and caught the eye of a neighbour walking past. She smiled, that easy, familiar expression that disarmed everyone. "What a week, eh?" the neighbour called out.

​"Every day is a new story," Kaelen replied, her voice soft but sure. Her smile broadened, and she leaned back, her cross-legged pose radiating a casual, deep-seated peace. To the world, she was a young woman enjoying a quiet afternoon. But in her mind, Kaelen was already planning her next masterpiece, and the little sleeping cats on her pajama pants would have to wait just a bit longer before they could rest. Her real work, the work that set her soul on fire, was just beginning.

Olamide after seeing the trending videos online about Papa Ajasco Decided to surprise him with a brand new house in Lekki and promise to buy him a car ❤️ congratulations 🎉
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