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mrbopst · 4 months
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inbetween-dalines · 2 months
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feeling confused and slippery
i'm actually not sure if i remember any cousins or siblings, i suspect it's some kind of fever dream, i think sina kiko lang kilala koooo, but kahit silaaaa, medyo sa malayooo
si nana oj, lola ester, lolo tangkad, papa70, anty krisma, yan talaga mga kilala kooooooo, nasa kapitbahay sina kikooooo
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thecaffefashionblog · 2 years
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📸🧩 New Book Alert New Book By Nigeria Entertainment Lawyer, Author, Beauty Enthusiast. Before You Move To Nigeria By Miss Lola OJ - Curtesy The Caffè Fashion Blog. 📸💦 Lola OJ - Before You Move To Nigeria. (🎥🧩) 🗣 @lolaoj @thecaffefashionblogmagazine @thecaffefashionblogtv @thecaffefashionblog @caffefashionblogawards @caffefashionblogmuseum @caffebox_ https://www.instagram.com/p/CgbpstaIhaK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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unclesuru · 3 years
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BellaNaija Style’s Best Dressed of the Week: Chic Ama, Lola OJ, Chioma Ikokwu & More
BellaNaija Style’s Best Dressed of the Week: Chic Ama, Lola OJ, Chioma Ikokwu & More
Lagos to Paris, Cape Town to New York, we’ve zigzagged the continent and the globe (via Instagram) and in no particular order, see our 10 most stylish looks of the past week. Chic Ama @chicamastyle Lola OJ @lolaoj Chioma Ikokwu @chiomagoodhair Cynthia “CeeC” Nwadiora @ceec_official Chinyere Chi-Chi Adogu  @the_real_chi Melody Molale @ilovemelmo Buhle Samuels @buhlesamuels Onyii…
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exquisitemag-ng · 4 years
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Fashion Crush: Lola OJ Fashion For The Win!
Fashion Crush: Lola OJ Fashion For The Win!
Ever heard the banter, ‘step on our necks’?
I bet you have and I ask this because this is exactly how we feel each time we scroll past a Lola OJ post on Instagram.
Seeing Lola OJ fashion and style gives us inspirational ideas and we just can’t keep this to ourselves, that’s why we’re sharing them with you!
Read More – These 10 Ebuka Obi-Uchendu Pictures Are Why He’s Our Fashion Star For The Week
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qluemagazine · 7 years
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Ode to Lola Oj
Ode to Lola Oj
Lola Oj, photographed by Wavythecreator Celebrating her birthday today with beautiful pictures, photos that will stand the test of time. The artistry of the photos strikes you and steals your attention away, bold and attractive in cool shades. Live your life the way you want to…#lolaoj Lola Oj, “African Bad Girl” Photographed by Wavythecreator The well gelled hair, like in the old times, the…
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kideightarchive · 3 years
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DJ Fletch - Saved By The Block (2009)
I Stand by this cover, Funny, colourful, Technically no real issues. Good times man. I’ve just seen the watermark on the paper plane.
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lfd072936 · 4 years
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Harlequin - Chapter 1
So here is the first chapter of the fanfic I posted about previously. It features a original female character I intend to be “Harley Quinn” later on, although this story is completely different from the traditional comic book one. This chapter barely has Arthur in it, but he will be featured a lot later (obviously).
Word count: 1788
Summary: a young woman named Lola Page starts working at a new wing in Arkham Asylum.
Warnings: none, except that this chapter has criminally little Arthur in it, but I had write a little bit of backstory/building.
@tiredwritersworld asked to be tagged (<3)
Chapter 2 link
Chapter 3 link
1.       Fresh Meat
She had been working at Arkham for little over a year now. She liked it although with most things she could make peace and be content no matter what cards she was handed. Of course this wasn’t what she wanted to do originally, she wanted to be a dancer, which she practically was up until a misfortunate misunderstanding (as her mother called it) put her in prison.
- What do you want to do after you get out? – her probation officer asked one week before her release.
- What do you mean? I’m a dancer, I dance… that’s what I’m gonna do.
- Lola, you know you cannot go back to your old company after what happened.
- So? This is a big city, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.
- Look… word’s got around. No sane person would hire you as a dancer. You have to come up with something more… realistic.
- So then what do you suggest? I am not trained in anything other than dancing, I have no skills. Should I sweep the filthy streets of Gotham so that you can check it off of a to-do-list, while telling me how much cleaning up other people’s shit is helping me to get back on my feet?
- Come on, there surely must be something that you would like to do.
The probation officer was too persistent to shrug off so after a few suggestions she agreed to try this job. The hospital was on such a staff shortage that it only took a 10-day training for an ex-convict who was sentenced for assault to start working there. Of course she was not allowed to do anything medical or touch any drugs, but she did help out with anything else she could from feeding to making the beds and mostly interacting with patients. She was placed in the eastern wing due to her past where the lighter patients resided, those who generally did not pose a threat to anyone other than themselves. Lola proved herself to be an excellent employee over the months, despite her criminal record no incidents occurred and she was adored by the patients she took care of and the feeling was seemingly mutual. She surprisingly had immense patience and gentleness towards them.
That day however she was called into her supervisor’s office out of the blue. She knocked on her door at around noon and stepped in confidently.
- Hey, Josie!
- Hey, Angel! Have a seat… - she sat down opposite of her supervisor, a sweet old lady with immaculate style. Lola always adored the intricate braids she could put into her greying hair. – How are things going?
- Amazing as always… you know me – she said with a wide smile.
- Yeah, yeah I do. So – she usually cut straight to the point – you’ve been with us for over a year now… - Lola heard the hesitation in her voice. Something was wrong.
- Are you letting me go, Josie? – her voice wasn’t worrying more confused.
- No, God no… listen the thing is… there was a situation over at west and I need to switch you up with someone.
- Sure, no problem.
- Yeah? – Josie raised an eyebrow.
- Absolutely. It’s even closer to my stop.
- But you know that the west is one of the more, well… problematic wings. And you will get an all new supervisor, new colleagues…
- That’s alright. I think I can handle it.
- Okay – she said with a slight surprised tone. – Thank you for being so understanding.
- No… - Lola leaned forward a bit – Thank you for giving me a chance for change.
The next week she started her shift at the notorious western wing. She was greeted by one of the nurses who was assigned to show her around, although it did not seem like she volunteered for it. Oh, how wildly different this part of the hospital was. Almost all rooms were for one person, the doors were made from metal and heavy latches protected the outside from anyone that was on the inside. Guards were patrolling the floors and almost all patients outside of their cell were at least handcuffed if not forced into a straightjacket.
The nurse led Lola up on one of the lesser used back stairs.
- This is the staff area – she continued her never-ending tale of dos and don’ts. – A little bit onward there is a kitchen and a room with some beds, although I heard that you’re not allowed to take any night shifts – Lola frowned. No she wasn’t, but why did everyone have to be aware of that? Why was her past such common knowledge even on a wing she never even entered before? – But sometime we do like to take naps. A little further back are the women’s restrooms and next to them the showers. Why they put them so far from the beds still baffles me… but make sure to always lock the shower with your keys especially if you’re inside, because we have some incidents from time to time.
- Wait… what kind of incidents?
- Those patients who manage to wander off are especially drawn to this place to give a little surprise visit.
- Oh… we never had anything like that. On my previous wing incident meant someone spilt their OJ – the nurse gave a mocking laugh.
- Welcome to the wild west, Page – Lola did not laugh though, if anything she wondered how can some patients just walk into a staff shower with all these safety precautions.
Their tour continued pretty smoothly, they walked and she talked on end. She finally halted in front of the entrance of the communal room.
- Now about some of our patients. The worst are Flynt, 7-foot guy, pure muscle. He is restrained at all times, but he sure likes to bite and if he spontaneously faints close to you, don’t try to catch him. Then there’s Marigold… she hates everyone younger than her, so more and more people every year, I would just avoid her all together. And last but not least, there’s Fleck. He is currently stable on his meds, but he has some authority over the other patients. If I were you I would put my sunshine and rainbows approach that might have worked back at your old wing aside and be little more tough or else this place will crush you, but… I would try to stay on Fleck’s good side.
- But why do the other patients respect him so much?
- How old even are you? – the nurse laughed again. She was rude, but Lola decided to just swallow it for now. – He is Arthur Fleck… the guy who killed Murray Franklin a while back. Ring a bell?
Lola’s face lit up. She never would have admitted it to anyone, but she adored that clown. She thought he was an icon, the face of the protests she desperately wanted to attend, but her mother forced her to stay in their spotless suburban house, that the garbage strike could not reach. Oh, and that television broadcast that she had the privilege to see live… brilliant. She did not condone murder, but he executed it so theatrical and with much flare. Honestly she wouldn’t mind someone killing her either, if it happened in such a stylish way.
- Wait up… you mean to tell me that you have the Joker in this wing? – she couldn’t hide her excitement.
- Yes, but why are you so happy about it?
- You never met a celebrity, huh? – Lola laughed. Now it was her turn to make the nurse uncomfortable and looked down upon.
- Stop laughing! – she hissed. – He’s not a celebrity, and trust me… you will be disappointed when you see him. Now get in, and do your job!
She forced a serious look on her face as they walked in. The room was more bleak and depressing than the one at her old wing, this one clearly had more insanity in the air. She could feel almost every patient looking at her, those at least who were aware of their surroundings, and it made her uneasy. She completed the tasks upon tasks given to her wondering which one could the Joker be, but she just couldn’t tell. Finally, she approached one of her colleague who’s face seemed familiar.
- Hey, which one is Fleck?
- Don’t look right away, but it’s the one who didn’t stop staring at you ever since you arrived – she said with a grimace on her face. – I mean the one by the window. – she had to correct herself, because most patients were still staring at Lola.
- I surely am interesting.
- Well, you know how it is… you’re fresh meat. – she returned the smile, because the worker had no wrong intentions, but being called fresh meat was not something Lola thrived on.
As promised she did not look at the window’s direction, but rather went back to doing her job, feeding patients, getting them blankets etc., but after a while she couldn’t help herself. Masking it as a simple glance to the clock on the wall above the man, she could finally look at him. The man was alone with nothing but a notebook in front of him, but at the moment he wasn’t focused on that. He was smoking and looking at her. He blew out some smoke as their eyes locked and took another drag. The nurse did not exaggerate; he really was a lot different than she expected. He was thin and frail, his face wrinkly, but that look… oh that was something to die for. He was practically piercing her with his gaze and she could feel blood rush into her cheeks. She quickly looked down unable to do anything else, but from the corner of her eyes she could see him smile with satisfaction. Bastard. It was so amusingly annoying she had to smile, but made sure to turn away, so he didn’t see it.
She went on with her tasks, being sent here and there around the floor. So far she wasn’t too impressed by this wing, how somber and grey everything was, despite the walls being painted to a pretty yellow color somehow the air was grey. But there was one positive thing: Arthur. She was desperate to talk to him, even though he surely was nothing like she expected, but it only made her more curious. How much did he change, how much did the meds tone him down, was that whole persona just for television? It was impossible to tell as of yet.
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bitofthisandthat · 4 years
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@hoopsheartthrob said: ❛ do i need to ask a second time ? i hate asking a second time . ❜ glad!
𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔
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Lola’s fingers grabbed out at the sugared cereal, as he had finished pouring his, but was annoyingly keeping the box JUST out of reach for her. He hovered the box away from her hand, shuffling merrily past her and pretending not see her palm flexing out at him, the air filling with: ‘hey’ ; ‘give it up’ ; ‘come on Glad.’ He muttered a tune under his breath, still holding the box under his arm like a book, as he reached into the fridge for milk...painstakingly taking his time to putz through the contents. “Ah! OJ. Of course...” He set each carton down, whistling as he rounded back to a very scrunched up bunny face sitting across from him.
The gander still pretended not to see as she sat there on her side, bowl sad and empty.
❛ do i need to ask a second time ? i hate asking a second time . ❜ 
“You know. There’s this word, it REALLY works, it’s the craziest thing, Lollipop. I KNOW you know how to use it. You use it every night quite fluently. So. Lemme hear it: starts with a p ends with a lease?” He was being an absolute troll for her, but the pay off was worth it when she pulled a horrifying face with the fakest of sweet-sugary tones. Gold. Pure gold.
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“And you didn’t have to ask a third time! See, it really is a magic word.”
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omasitalks · 5 years
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Surprise! Lola OJ is now a Mummy!
Surprise! Lola OJ is now a Mummy!
Nigerian beauty entrepreneur, Lola Ojetola known as Lola OJ, has revealed that she is a mother to a beautiful daughter, Asiya.
Lola used the medium of her baby announcement to encourage new mothers not to lose themselves, but be motivated to do more.
She shared photos of when she was pregnant and another photo of her holding her daughter. She wrote
Almost 3 months ago my life changed for the…
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samludas · 5 years
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Simi & Lola OJ on Groomsmen duty at OAP Gbemi Olateru-Olagbegi’s wedding (photos)
Simi & Lola OJ on Groomsmen duty at OAP Gbemi Olateru-Olagbegi’s wedding (photos)
Popular Media personality & OAP, Gbemi Olateru-Olagbegi today, tied the knot to Rapper Falz’s manager, Femi Ajayi, in Lagos.
At the wedding, singer Simi and fashion enterprenuer, Lola OJ were among the groomsmen dressed up in suits.
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kaptiveofficial · 6 years
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#CRONGA: Check Out How Celebrities Dressed for the Super Eagles
#CRONGA: Check Out How Celebrities Dressed for the Super Eagles
Nigerians both home and in diaspora, rooted for the Super Eagles as they prepared to take on Croatia on Saturday, and our favorite celebrities weren’t left out.
A good number of them showed their patriotic sides as they donned the Nike designed jerseys to watch our boys play against Croatia.
Take a look at what they wore below.
Toke Makinwa DJ Cuppy Simi Paul Okoye Juliet Ibrahim Dorcas Fapson Lo…
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