Who Will Be Crowned this January 1st?
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New Year’s Day at Eko Hotels & Suites, the spotlight will shine on the bold, the beautiful, and the confident at Ali Baba’s January 1st Concert 2026! 🎉
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This isn’t your regular beauty pageant—this is #MissJanuary1st and #MrMacho, where realness reigns supreme. No filters. No masks. 100% natural. That’s right, contestants will step on stage makeup-free because true beauty needs no touch-ups.
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Must be 18+ (no upper age limit—grace has no expiry date).
All body types welcome: Plus-size, slim, curvy, athletic—you bring the confidence, we bring the stage.
Gentlemen:
Strength, presence, and charisma will earn you your spot.
From the screening, only 10 finalists will make it through to the grand showdown. Then comes the test of:
Confidence & Stage Presence
Style & Fashion Sense
Intelligence & Wit
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The audience holds 40% of the power, while the judges seal the rest.
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The ultimate winners will walk away with cash prizes (to be revealed soon) and, of course, bragging rights as Miss January 1st and Mr. Macho 2026.
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This New Year, the crowns don’t just go to the pretty faces—they go to the boldest, brightest, and bravest.
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Stay tuned for participation details. 🥂
#AliBabasJanuary1stConcert #MissJanuary1st #MrMacho
On February 20th, family, friends, and well-wishers gathered in Agbarha-Otor to lay to rest the beloved mother of Atunyota Ali Baba Akpobome.
It was a deeply emotional yet beautiful celebration of a life well lived filled with prayers, tributes, music, and heartfelt reflections. The ceremony brought together loved ones, dignitaries, and members of the entertainment community who stood in solidarity with the family.
Her legacy of strength, grace, and love lives on through her children and the many lives she touched. May her soul rest peacefully. 🤍
Cont......
How does someone leave this world just ten days after their birthday? That question still echoes loudly in my heart.
I miss you deeply. Even though you still visit me in my dreams talking to me, asking about your son, chatting like nothing ever changed I would give anything for you to be alive. I remember one dream so clearly: when I told you I had lost my dad, and you said you already knew because you saw him. That was when I understood that there is more to the spiritual than what our eyes can see.
I have so much gist for you, Sonia. So much laughter left to share. So many moments you should have been here for. 😭
This entire month has been heavy for me, quiet, reflective, emotionally unstable at times. Mood swings, deep thoughts, long silences. I am trying not to break down, trying. Some days I succeed; other days, I don’t.
Jeremie is growing so fast,it almost feels unreal. You probably wouldn’t recognize him if you saw him now. He is doing well academically, morally, and spiritually. He has good friends. He is honest, curious, and incredibly intelligent. He loves to study and takes pride in excellence. He knows he never comes second in my life. Thank you for trusting me enough to name me his godmother. Your siblings are a blessing in his life,they make sure he is cared for and surrounded by love. He misses you every single second. We all do.
Rest peacefully, my best friend. You are deeply loved. You are painfully missed. I wish so badly that you did not die. I wish you were still here. I hope I can keep holding these tears back… but I cannot promise that I always will.
Forever in my heart Mon Cherie.
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I am writing this long post because that is how much I have missed you. Words feel inadequate, yet silence feels heavier.
Every time I pass through the route you took on your final journey before you gave your last breath I struggle to hold back the tears.
One year has passed, yet it still feels unreal. Grief does not understand time; it only understands absence.
It has been a long year without you. I found myself clinging to your death report like a doctor searching for answers, reading and rereading it until I could personally understand what took you away. You were anemic, babe. Nigeria failed you. How was this not detected in time? How did no one truly see you? Doreen Hospital failed you too, blurred by profit, distracted by gain. The cost of staying alive should never have been negotiable. For me, it never was.
That night still lives with me. As you lay in my arms in the car moving from one hospital to another in the stillness of the early hours, you kept whispering for me to pray for you. You wanted to live. You fought for life with everything left in you. Your strength, even in weakness, still humbles me.
Meeting you twenty-seven years ago was divine. It was destiny in its purest form. We lived life together we came, we saw, and we conquered in our own way. Every day, I listen to your voice notes. People say they help with healing, but I’m not sure they do. They make everything feel closer, yet farther away. Your voice still sounds alive. And that is what hurts the most.
I replay the “what ifs” in my mind more often than I care to admit. Maybe if you had gone to Sapele to spend Christmas with Adanne, you would still be here, or maybe if Joe hadn’t travelled that Christmas, things would have been different. We had plans. You were supposed to work with me during our 10th anniversary concert to ease the workload like we always did together. Jeremie and the boys were meant to link up during the concert. Instead, I buried you. Life happened cruelly and without warning.
You were my confidant. We told each other everything no filters, no pretence, no judgment. Even the ugly truths were safe with you. We embraced each other wholly.
Queensly’s Christmas Wishlist
Solo staycation for creative reset
Buy (our) January 1st Concert tickets (non-negotiable 🤭)
Weekend wellness retreat (spa, facials, sauna & zero stress)
Skincare consultation + products restock
Wardrobe overhaul (Strictly BOHO patterns — the new era)
A new laptop & work bag (MacBook Pro)
Financial support for my next Creative Alignment Summit.
Merry Christmas Mon Cherie
#Blackshinesbrightest
Repost @alibabagcfr
Your board members shouldn't have to be pushed around, scrambling for a view of the stage, fighting for standing room, squashed while getting marinated with a combined whiff of sweat and second hand smoke, that is after coughing out bundles for a table, this new year.
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@january1stconcert is a premium family entertainment event that cleans out the very bubbly #dettydecember sweat in a relaxed yet energetic environment of laughter, music, fun and unity of purpose.
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Purpose?
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Yes. To celebrate and mark the New Year
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Send me a DM so my people can talk to your people so that you can secure the tables for your board members and management team.
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After 10 years of doing this, many have come to realize that sitting at home on New Year Day, doesnt a New Year make.
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Come join other Captians of industry, Stakeholders of society, upwardly mobile young Nigerians, and very lively funseekers who are out to have a New year to remember.
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Call @officialbunmidavies on 08033028782 or Queensly on 08099969995
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Its a premium event curated for you.
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You cant afford to be left out
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