Nigerian singer Skales has warned against the growing culture of beef and rivalry in the Nigerian music industry, saying it could eventually lead to loss of lives.

In a post on X, the singer urged artistes and fans to stop promoting hostility, stressing that love and respect were better than hate.

“One day all this beef that y’all are promoting will cause the loss of lives in this Nigerian music industry,” he wrote.

“Please y’all better stop before it’s too late. Love is cheaper than hate, so is respect.”

Skales also opened up about his own experiences in the industry, saying he had been betrayed and lied about by people he believed were on the same team with him.

He claimed some people spread different narratives about him after gaining the spotlight and attempted to downplay his achievements.

“In this industry I was betrayed, lied upon, called a jealous person. People that I thought we were on the same team told many lies about me because they got the spotlight and sold different agendas,” he wrote.

Despite the challenges, Skales said he has remained relevant nearly two decades into his career and credited God and his mother for helping him through difficult periods.

The Locksmith Who Opened Hearts

Every lock Thaddeus ever made held a peculiar quality they couldn't be picked, forced, or broken, only opened by whoever the lock itself decided was worthy. His grandmother had taught him the craft, along with a warning: never make a lock for your own heart, because hearts locked by choice are far harder to properly open again than anyone realizes.

He'd ignored her warning after his fiancée left him at the altar, forging a small, intricate lock and sealing it around his own chest in a private, desperate ritual meant to protect himself from ever again risking that particular pain.

Five years later, Wren wandered into his shop seeking an ordinary lock for her grandmother's old trunk, entirely unaware she was about to become the first person in half a decade capable of making Thaddeus's carefully guarded heart ache with unfamiliar, unwelcome hope.

"This is beautiful work," she said, studying the intricate locks lining his workshop walls. "I've never seen craftsmanship this detailed."

"Thank you," Thaddeus said, unusually flustered by her genuine admiration. "Most customers simply want function, not artistry."

"Function and artistry aren't mutually exclusive," Wren observed, studying him now rather than simply his work. "Though I confess, you seem rather guarded yourself, for someone whose craft is literally about creating protective barriers."

Thaddeus felt something uncomfortable shift in his chest the old lock, he realized with alarm, straining slightly against whatever unexpected pull her genuine curiosity provoked. "Occupational hazard, I suppose," he said carefully, deflecting.

Wren studied him a moment longer, something perceptive in her thoughtful gaze. "I don't believe that's entirely true. I think perhaps you've locked something rather important away yourself, quite deliberately."

Thaddeus's breath caught, startled by her uncomfortably accurate observation. "That's a rather bold assumption for someone I've just met."

"Perhaps," Wren said, unbothered by his defensive tone. "Though I find myself rather curious what exactly you're protecting so carefully, Thaddeusand whether you've ever properly considered that some things deserve to be reopened, rather than permanently sealed away."

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Country music icon, Dolly Parton, whose career spanned music, TV and film, and included 11 Grammys and inductions into the Country Music and Rock and Roll Halls of Fame, has d!ed. She was 80.

Parton’s nephew, Brian Seaver, announced the news on Instagram on Tuesday, August 25, 2026.

“My name is Brin Seaver, son of Cassie Parton, and I’m representing the Parton and Owens family today announcing the passing of my aunt, Dolly Rebecca Parton Dean, Sister, Sis and Granny to one generation and Gigi to the next,” Seaver said in a video.

“This video announcement is something Dolly asked of me years ago, before I fully absorbed it as a future reality. As her head of security for more than two decades, a role my father Larry held before me, I have imagined the heaviness of this moment but haven’t truly felt it til now,” he added.

In the last year, Parton had canceled a string of concerts and appearances due to unspecified health challenges.

She announced in May 2026 that she was canceling a Las Vegas show and said she’d been undergoing treatment for kidney stones for several years.

Born Dolly Rebecca Parton on Jan. 19, 1946, in Pittman Center, Tennessee, the country icon made her debut album, “Hello, I’m Dolly,” released in 1967, after achieving success as a songwriter for other artists.

Parton, the fourth of twelve children, received 52 Grammy nominations, 11 wins, and was the second-most nominated woman in Grammy history, behind only Beyoncé, who has 79 nods and 24 wins.

Parton’s biggest hits include her three Top 10 hits on the Billboard Hot 100 — “9 to 5,” “Here You Come Again” and “Islands in the Stream.” She also has 25 No. 1 Hot Country songs like “Yellow Roses,” “Think About Love,” “Tennessee Homesick Blues” and “Jolene.”

She also saw success in Hollywood, starring in films like “9 to 5” and “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas,” both of which earned her Best Actress Golden Globe nominations.

Before her passing, the singer’s husband of 58 years, Carl Dean, had died on March 3, 2025, in Nashville. He was 82.

Part 4 (Final): The Painting That Kept Changing

Isla and Julian spent the following weeks piecing together the rest of the story old letters, faded photographs, a decades-long friendship built on stolen visits and careful restraint, love that had survived circumstance without ever once betraying the marriage it existed alongside.

"She wrote to him every year on the anniversary of the exhibition where they met," Julian said one afternoon, spreading a new batch of letters across his worktable. "Forty-something years of letters, all preserved, all achingly careful never to cross the line she'd committed to staying on the right side of."

"That's the kind of love that deserves to be known," Isla said softly. "Even if it never got the ending either of them wanted."

Together, they decided to fully restore the painting rather than let it continue its slow, natural reveal carefully removing the top layer under Julian's expert hand, allowing Eleanor's original portrait of her and Victor to finally emerge completely, decades after it was first painted and quietly hidden away.

The unveiled portrait was stunning two young artists, clearly in love, painted with a tenderness that spoke louder than any of the family's careful silence ever had. Isla had it properly restored and framed, then invited both families hers and Julian's to a small gathering where she finally shared the full story her aunt had spent her final months arranging to be told.

"She wanted us to know," Isla said to her assembled family, standing beside the finally-revealed portrait. "Not to hurt anyone, not to rewrite the past. Just to be honest, finally, about a love that was real, even though circumstances never let it become everything it could have been. I think that's worth honoring, not hiding."

Her mother, tearful, studied the portrait for a long moment. "She never seemed unhappy in her marriage. I always assumed that meant she'd let this go entirely."

"I don't think love like this ever fully lets go," Julian offered gently. "I think it just learns to exist quietly, alongside everything else. My grandfather never remarried after his own wife passed. I always assumed it was grief. Now I think some of it was this."

As the gathering wound down, Isla found herself standing beside Julian near the newly restored painting, both of them quiet, moved by the weight of what they'd uncovered together.

"Can I say something a little unexpected?" Julian said. "I know this whole story started because of our grandparents. But I've genuinely loved getting to know you through it. I'd like to keep knowing you, honestly separate from the painting, separate from them."

Isla smiled, something warm and hopeful blooming in her chest despite the bittersweetness of the day. "I was hoping you'd say that. I think it's a fitting way to honor them, actually letting something real grow out of the story they never got the chance to finish."

"So no more paintings that need sixty years to reveal the truth?" Julian asked, smiling.

"No more waiting," Isla agreed. "I think we've both learned enough from them to know better than that."

They stood together in front of the finally-unveiled portrait two young lovers from decades ago, finally seen exactly as they were and let something new, chosen freely and without hesitation, begin quietly growing between them instead.

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Part 3: The Painting That Kept Changing

Isla spent the following days chasing the name Victor through old family records, yearbooks, anything that might connect a decades-old romance to a hidden portrait slowly resurfacing after her aunt's *****. She found him eventually Victor Ashford, a name buried in a single newspaper clipping from nearly fifty years ago, announcing an art exhibition featuring "promising young painter Eleanor Voss and her collaborator, Victor Ashford."

Collaborator. Not just a lover, then. A fellow artist.

A follow-up search revealed Victor Ashford had died only three years ago not decades ago, as Isla had assumed, but recently enough that the timing gave her chills. Recently enough that he might have overlapped with her aunt's final years, despite the family believing their romance had ended a lifetime earlier.

She found his obituary, and beneath it, survived by a grandson: Julian Ashford, listed as an art restorer working out of a small gallery two towns over.

Isla called ahead this time, unsure how to explain the strangeness of what she was asking without sounding unhinged, and was relieved when the man who answered sounded more curious than alarmed by her story.

"You have a painting by Eleanor Voss?" Julian said, something careful and eager in his voice. "My grandfather spoke about her until the day he died. Said she was the only person who ever understood his work completely. I didn't know she'd left anything behind that survived past their falling out."

"I don't think it did fall out, exactly," Isla said carefully. "Not the way my family always believed. Can I bring the painting to you? I think there's more to this story than either of us has been told."

Julian's gallery was small, sunlit, filled with restored pieces that suggested a genuine reverence for the craft. He examined the painting carefully, comparing the X-ray images Isla brought against photographs of his grandfather's own work, and went quiet in a way that mirrored the appraiser's reaction days earlier.

"This technique the layering, the way the top image is designed to fade over time as certain pigments break down this is my grandfather's signature method. He and Eleanor developed it together, decades ago, for exactly this purpose. Paintings meant to reveal something hidden, but only after enough time had passed for it to be safe."

"Safe from what?" Isla asked.

Julian hesitated, then reached for a folder tucked in his desk drawer letters, apparently kept by his grandfather until his *****. "My grandfather and your aunt were in love, deeply, for years. But her family forced her into marriage with your uncle for financial reasons the kind of pressure people don't always survive intact. She and my grandfather kept in contact secretly for decades afterward, meeting occasionally, corresponding when they could. He always said the affair, if you want to call it that, was the truest thing in both their lives, even though neither of them ever acted on it beyond friendship and correspondence out of respect for her marriage."

Isla felt something in her chest soften, the family's vague, uneasy silence about her aunt's past suddenly making painful, complicated sense. "So the painting"

"Was her way of finally telling the truth," Julian said gently, "once she knew she was dying, once the people who might have been hurt by the truth her husband, mostly had already passed. She wanted someone to eventually find it, understand it, know that her love for my grandfather was real, even if circumstances never let them have more than letters and rare visits."

Isla looked at the painting between them the lighthouse fading slowly, the hidden portrait beneath it surfacing at its own careful pace, exactly as her aunt had designed and felt something both sad and beautiful settle into place.

"Thank you for telling me this," she said. "I think I finally understand why she left it to me specifically. I was the only one in the family who never judged her marriage, who she always seemed a little closer to than the others."

Julian smiled, something warm passing between them despite the weight of the story they'd just uncovered together. "I'm glad it was you who found it. I think my grandfather would be glad too, honestly that after everything, their story finally got told, even sixty years and two deaths later."

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The Painting That Kept Changing

Isla inherited the painting from an aunt she'd barely known a modest oil landscape of a lighthouse at dusk, unremarkable except for one detail nobody could explain.

It kept changing.

Not dramatically. Not all at once. But every few weeks, Isla noticed something different a bird that hadn't been there before, a window in the lighthouse that was lit one week and dark the next, a small figure on the shore that seemed to shift position slightly each time she looked closely enough to compare against old photos she'd taken of it.

She told herself it was her imagination until she started documenting it properly photographing the painting every Sunday, comparing images side by side. The changes were real. Subtle, but undeniable.

Isla brought it to an art appraiser, half-expecting to be laughed out of the building. Instead, the appraiser went very quiet, turning the painting over carefully, studying the back of the canvas with a magnifying glass.

"There's a second painting under this one," he said finally. "A very old technique paint over paint, sometimes done to hide a portrait during wartime, or to conceal something the artist didn't want found. But this isn't old restoration work changing. This is active. Something underneath is bleeding through, slowly, over time."

"That's not possible," Isla said. "Paintings don't change on their own."

"No," the appraiser agreed. "They don't. Which means either someone has access to this painting and is altering it very carefully, very slowly, without your knowledge"

"Or?"

He hesitated, choosing his words with visible unease. "Or there's something about this piece I don't have an explanation for yet. I'd like to run some tests, if you're willing. There's a name signed extremely faintly beneath the current layer I can just make it out. Eleanor Voss. Do you recognize it?"

Isla's stomach dropped. Eleanor Voss was her aunt's name the same aunt who'd left her the painting, who'd died under circumstances the family had always described vaguely as "an accident," and who Isla was beginning to suspect might have left far more behind than a strange, shifting piece of art.

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Singer Seyi Vibez has deleted social media posts he made about celebrity chef Hilda Baci after her lawyers demanded their immediate removal and threatened legal action.

In a letter dated August 15, 2026, law firm Olaniwun Ajayi LP, acting for Hilda Baci, accused the singer of publishing defamatory, malicious and false statements about their client on X.

The lawyers cited two posts made by Seyi Vibez on August 14, including one alleging that Hilda Baci's BBL was responsible for artists' catalogue money and another in which he claimed that eating food from her had nearly harmed him and made an allegation involving spiritual manipulation.

According to the letter, the posts had collectively attracted about 4.3 million views, 7,100 reposts, 3,000 comments and 45,000 likes.

Hilda's lawyers said the posts had led to harassment and abusive messages directed at their client, causing what they described as reputational harm and distress.

They demanded that Seyi Vibez permanently delete the posts, issue a public apology and retraction across his social media platforms, and ask his followers to stop any harassment directed at Hilda.

The lawyers also gave him three days to provide a written undertaking not to repeat or circulate similar allegations, warning that failure to comply would lead to further legal action.

Seyi Vibez has since deleted the posts.

Music executive Dapper Damm has denied claims that he sold the catalogues of artists signed to his label, insisting that no artist’s catalogue has been sold to a distributor, third party or anyone else.

In a new statement addressing the allegations surrounding his label, Dapper also clarified how the revenue figures being circulated online should be understood.

He explained that catalogue revenue figures quoted online are gross figures and do not represent the amount ultimately payable to an artist. According to him, streaming platforms and distributors take their respective shares before other costs advanced by the label are recouped.

Dapper claimed that the label’s investments in the artists exceeded the earnings generated, leaving some balances unrecouped.

He also addressed concerns surrounding masters and ownership, saying that when a label finances the production, promotion and release of a record, ownership of the master recording typically follows the financial investment and risk taken by the label.

According to him, these terms were contained in the artists’ agreements, explained before signing and negotiated by both parties.

Dapper further urged those involved in the dispute to rely on contracts, accounting records and audits rather than social media posts.

“Social media is not a court of law,” he said, arguing that viral posts and repeated allegations do not by themselves establish wrongdoing.

He then directly addressed one of the claims that has continued to circulate, stating: “I have not sold anyone’s catalogue. Not to a distributor, not to a third party, not to anyone.”

Nigerian rapper Blaqbonez has revealed that he plans to take fellow rapper Odumodublvck to court over allegations of s3xual abuse made against him.

Speaking during an interview, Blaqbonez said he initially chose not to respond because he was not concerned about being portrayed as the “bad guy,” but the s3xual abuse allegation was something he could not ignore.

“I’m taking him to court. So come to court and prove that I’m what you say I am,” he said.

Blaqbonez insisted that the matter must be followed through to the end, adding that he wants Odumodublvck to prove the allegation in court.

According to him, the feud between both artistes began over a woman they reportedly met at the same place sometime in June or July 2023.

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Afrobeats star Davido has reacted to the ongoing drama involving Nigerian artistes and their record labels, hinting that he also has something to say about the situation.

In a post on X, Davido wrote: “Since everybody dey vex for their label… me I wan talk ooo, na Asa and Bank dey hold my mouth since. No worry, no be now. The time will come… e go pass Peter own.”

Nigerian musician Shallipopi has joined the growing number of artists speaking out against Dapper Music over alleged unpaid funds.

In a series of posts on X, Shallipopi claimed that more than $1 million belonging to him is allegedly still in Dapper’s possession.

“My money wey dey your hand pass $1m and u know,” he wrote.

In another post, he accused Dapper of being a “master manipulator” and claimed he had previously warned him about how the situation could end.

Shallipopi also took further shots at the music executive, accusing him of manipulating artists and making other allegations against him.

He concluded one of his posts by calling Dapper “the real yahoo boy.”