Friday, January 15, 2010



Olumide(left) and Bolaji
  At last, the much-awaited wedding between Bolaji Fashola, the captivating cousin of Lagos state governor, Babatunde Raji Fashola, SAN, and her heartthrob, Olumide Isimi comes up next weekend. According to the program of events sourced from the invites currently in circulation within the high society in Lagos, the Engagement and the Nikkah take place on Saturday January 23, 2009. The introduction ceremony had taken place in August last year. A top events manager, who was contracted to handle the planning is currently pulling all the stops to ensure Bolaji and Olumide have a befitting nuptial. An elaborate society reception is expected to follow immediately after the Nikka and from the look of things the wedding promises to be superb.


Nike Yusuf (right) and Aboyade-Cole(left)
Otunba (Mrs) Nike Yusuf, the woman behind the wave-making Golden Triangle Private School in Alagbado, Lagos celebrated her 59th birthday recently. Though the ceremony was not very loud, yet it was classy and well-attended as most of her friends came from far and near to rejoice with her. Prominent among those in attendance were Pastor Sam Foli and his beautiful wife, Abosede, Deaconess Aboyade –Cole, Mrs Bisi Kuye, Mrs Dupe Fasawe, Mrs Doyin Ben-Cash, Mrs Funmi Olukoya, Mrs Ronke Savage,Mrs Bola Amodu and many others including the staff and management of Golden Triangle Schools. In a chat with metrogist-nigeria during the event, Otunba Nike Yusuf expressed her "appreciation to the Most High God for all His goodness, mercy and blessing over her and her household”. The ceremony took place in the premises of her late husband, Air Marshal Nureni Yusuf, the former Chief of Air Staff in Alagbado last December.


Anonymous said...

this blog is amazing. Please post pictures of chief okoya's 70th party. Thanks and keep up the good work

Anonymous said...

d best iv seen so far

Anonymous said...

yap ur right...its soo colourful.thanks for postin d fasholas daughters pics.may god bless their wedding