Saturday 20 September 2014

"mark my word Mary, i will marry Linda Ikeji." - Popular blogger, TatafoNaija


"mark my word Mary, i will marry Linda Ikeji." - Popular blogger, TatafoNaija
In an interview with Mary stopes of Good life magazine, One of the Nigerian blogger Tatafonaija whose's original name is Belema Meshack-Hart speaks about almost everything that concerns his personal life. The part that caught my fancy is where he vow to marry Linda Ikeji..Read the interview below:

 Can you tell me a bit of yourself?
Thanks Mary, my name is Belema, i am from Rivers State, i studied Mechanical Engineering at the prestigious University of Port-Harcourt, but now am a blogger and prefer to be called Tatafonaija, thanks

 Why Tatafonaija?
Because that is my brand now, that is how i want to be known and seen, sounds funny but that's me.



 I know Helen Paul is called Tatafo, how did you come about the name Tatafonaija?
 
Thanks Mary, so many people ask me the same question, sincerely when thinking of a name for my blog, the name came as a result of what i intend to do with the blog, which is talking, and you know some one that talks a lot is called Tatafo, so i said i am going to be talking so much about Nigeria, hence the name Tatafonaija....

Have you ever met Helen Paul?
No, but i hope to someday


Who inspired you to start blogging?

Linda Ikeji

How?

I came across her blog, loved it, heard she is making money, said i want to make money too, if you look at my blog it is modeled after her's.


Are you making money from your blog now?

Yes, but not as much as Linda, i hope tsome day soon.

How much do you make monthly?

Mary, you know lots of people will read this, i cant say how much, but for now i make enough to pay my bills.

Lets get into your personal life, are you married?

Am not married Mary, but some time soon.

 Any one in mind?

 Yes o, Linda Ikeji, i really admire her a lot and i know i am the right man for her, i want to be there for her and show her love like she has never know, true and real love,mark my word Mary, i will marry Linda Ikeji.

That's some confidence, how old are you?

Old enough


Any word for aspiring bloggers

Blogging is hard work, nothing good comes easy, when people are asleep you are awake, reading and researching for good stuff online, it takes at least 3 months of consistent blogging to know if you are called to be a blogger, and one more thing, you will always need that extra to make your ordinary efforts, extra ordinary, for me that extra is God, i advice the same for others.

Thanks Mr Belema, sorry Tatafonaija, hope you will stop by again?

Thanks for the opportunity, i will stop by if you invite me
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.... Chapter Seven Mr. Jacobs was sitting in the dark inside the cathedral when he saw the three figures. They were carrying a small sack. He wondered who the boys were; so, these were the thieves that did not believe his story that it was the forbidden fruit and had been stealing from it. He picked up his cane and went out through the side door as noiselessly as possible. He began to tiptoe towards the boys who were busy picking the oranges and plucking the ones their hands could reach. "Now, all of you come over here to me," Mr. Jacob said. The boys froze and looked around but they could not see him in the darkness. They were nonetheless frightened. "You all go on your knees," Mr hicobs voice came again, then his figure came as he left the shadow of the cathedral. Afraid, the boys fell on their knees. They were too young to know that he had not seen their faces in the darkness and would not recognize them if they ran off "Do you know you have sinned? That you disobeyed me by going to the orange tree? I told you the fruits were the forbidden fruits yet you went there. And since it did not belong to you, you stole from it," Mr. Jacobs said. .... TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW...JOIN US TOMORROW FOR MORE ON THIS FUNNY AND EXCITING STORY }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

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