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‘Why they refused to congratulate me on my N400 Million mansion’ – Bobrisky throws shade at colleagues

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Controversial crossdresser Okunneye  Idris Olanrewaju popularly known as Bobrisky has thrown a subtle shade at Nigerian celebrities who didn’t congratulate him on his recent achievement. 

Why I remain a crossdresser - Bobrisky - P.M. News

Just after holding his supposed housewarming party for his N400 million mansion at Lekki, Lagos on Sunday 19, the drag queen as thrown a subtle shade at other celebrities.

Taking to his Instagram page, the crossdresser, Bobrisky questioned how many Nigerian celebrities own a house in Pinnock except the Mavin Record boss, Don Jazzy.

He noted that he doesn’t need their congratulatory messages as his friends in the entertainment industry have congratulated him already.

According to him, people should keep their congratulatory messages to themselves if it doesn’t come with money.

In his words, he wrote;

“Someone asked why many celebrities didn’t congratulate me. The questions you should ask is how many of them have houses in Pinnock? Only one who is Don Jazzy.”

“I don’t need their congratulations messages, the ones I’m close too already did so what else? If ur congratulations doesn’t come with money keep ur congratulations. Even from the people I’m following self it tell that I don’t wanna follow anyone I’m not cool with”

This is coming after the brand influencer, Bobrisky was called out by a blog, claiming that Bobrisky was not truly the owner of the home he claimed was his.
The blog, GistLover revealed that Bobrisky’s 400 million naira mansion belongs to an identity nicknamed Federal. The property was released to Bobrisky because EFCC is on the radar of Federal, who could not come into the country as he is based in South Africa.She warned Bobrisky to cease spreading rumours of his achievements to mislead the hard-working youths, stating he is using another person’s property to chase clout.

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