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Saint Lucia meets Nigeria in "Give It To Me" | Michael Robinson x Tarela

Saint Lucia meets Nigeria in “Give It To Me” | Michael Robinson x Tarela

Official Music Video for Give It To Me by Michael Robinson Featuring Tarela

Video Credits : Directed by : Darwin Guard Shot by : Kiedel Sonny , Phresh Productions & 2 Gunz Films Edited by : Kiedel Sonny Production Lighting : Phresh Productions Director of Photography : Jammerson “Creedkool” Hunte Makeup Artist : Lush Artistry Location : The Landings Resort And Spa, Saint Lucia

Special Thanks to Chairman’s Reserve & The Landsings Resort And Spa

Song Credits: Performed by Michael Robinson & Tarela Written By : Michael Robinson, Squeeze Tarela & Darwin Guard Produced by Jay Media Additional Production : Ransom Records , The Audio Lab & Darwin Guard Vocals Recorded at Ransom Records Mixed & Mastered by The Audio Lab Artiste Relations Manager : Shauna Fung Yee (D2E Productions)

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#BowWowChallenge Baby Edition? Why Did Harrysong Use Stock Images to “Announce his Twins”

Earlier this week, news broke that musician Harrysong and his girlfriend had welcomed twins with various websites sharing alleged photos of the twins. See photo below

via TheNetNG

His media team released this statement soon after;

The baby boy has been christened, ‘Perez’ meaning wealth in Ijaw language, the baby girl’s name was adapted from Harrysong’s own name (Tare) and has been called…

Congrats! Singer Harrysong Announces Delivery of his Twins

Singer Harrysong has announced the birth of his children Perez and Tarela.

Earlier in the week, there were reports that the singer’s yet to be identified partner gave birth.

Harrysong took to Instagram page to announce their delivery. He shared a photo of the both of them and wrote: “Welcome Tarela and Perez youngest,freshest and most adorable altersoldiers ;#itsnotalie @perezandtarela“.

We…

It was a fine day, a pleasant contrast to the rains of yesterday.

Avaine had been assigned by Aramara to keep an eye on his sisters and cousins as they played in the forest outside of Silvermoon, a rare place to be for the visiting Sunfalls. The girls had sat Jezevell on a rock, freshly cleared of moss and stray leaves, calling her Princess Jezegosa as they played their little game of make believe.

“A crown!” Tarela called. “A crown for Princess Jezegosa!”

“Of course, Mistress Tarestrasza! A crown for Princess Jezegosa!” Vistara joined in, followed by Atheste in their cheers. The cinnamon-haired girl scurried off to find flowers, Avaine lazily following her with his eyes, while her black-haired sister searched for a base to craft the crown from.

Within moments, Tarela had finished crafting Jezevell’s crown, woven with aromatic flowers and small leaves. “Come, Attiedormi!” She laughed, standing in front of Jezevell with Vistara at her side.

As soon as her little sister was at her side, she began speaking in a melodramatic tone. “It is at the decision of the high council that Princess Jezegosa be crowned Queen! With the acceptance of your Regency, you solemnly swear to protect the arcane, to learn every secret of it, and to let nothing stand in the way of your practice! Neither illness nor disaster nor anything shall stop you!”

And with that, she placed the crown upon her cousin’s head, everyone laughing a little. “Does Attiedormi agree with this coronation?”

“I do,” the little elf puffed her chest out, as if trying to look regal and powerful.

“Does Vistrasza agree with this coronation?”

“I do.”

“Then, by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce Princess Jezegosa as Queen Jezegosa the Spellweaver!”

Even Avaine joined in with their cheers, just a little

And they laughed and played, showering their make-believe queen with petals and following the flame-haired girl like loyal vassals. At one point, an apprentice mage humored their game and played the beautiful “Queen Jezegosa the Spellweaver” a little song on his flute, laughing along as they left.

A perfect day, gone all too soon.

And one day, Jezevell would hold up on her solemn oath. Letting not the fall of the Sunwell interfere with her magic. Letting not a soul stop her from following Prince Kael’thas. Cripplingly addicted to magic, then fel, and letting not a single being in all existence get between her and a fix. Stopped only by death itself as her own sister, who’d sworn to protect her with her very life, slew the hollow shell that was once her sun-kissed jewel of a sister.

And one day, Atheste would dance around, exploring with joy and searching for the relics of her precious titans, her life snuffed out within reach of troves of titanic structures, blocked only by her work with the Dominance Offensive, roses braided in her hair as she fell and fell and fell onto the cold wet stone below.

And one day, Vistara would lose everything and everyone; Daeron, Jezevell, Fariel, Alou, Arcarlyia, even Rue who she barely even knew. All gone in heartbeats, all the while everything burned. First the fire of Silvermoon then the signal fires of Quel’danas then the bonfires of Icecrown then the rage of a Black and once more, burning her chain-mail into her flesh and searing her, spared only by luck and a cold hollow shell she used to know.

“Tarela Rheva Brighthaze.” Rhaelia was not amused with her.

Tarela looked up at her mother, black hair hanging in front of her eyes as she placed the shot glass, nicked from some stall in the Bazaar, down. “Yes, mother?”

“We need to have a discussion,” Rhaelia said as she smoothed Tarela’s sheets and sat down on the feather mattress bed, crossing her arms.

“Um. Yes?”

Rhaelia let out a deep breath. “This… alcohol… thing. Stop it. You are a self-respecting Sin’dorei, my very own daughter. Not some thistle-addicted whore who’ll sleep with any Saven, Amphion or Zichin on Murder Row for a bottle of vodka!”

Silence. Tarela rolled her eyes, followed by, “Fuck you too, mom.”

“… What?”

“You heard me.”