Fresh from the successful release of his single entitled ‘Overload’, music sensation and talented sound engineer, Sheyman premieres the colourful video for his new joint titled ‘King Of My Area’.
A collaborative effort with award winning Atlanta based rapper, Scott King and eLDee, the artistic video depicts Sheyman telling the story of typical happenings across different hoods of the world in breezy style.
‘King Of My Area’ is an attestation to the assertion that Sheyman has conveniently etched his name into the history books of the Nigerian Entertainment Scene.
Sheyman is signed on to Phatbase Entertainment 2.0.
PAUSE IV
“Cardiac arrhythmia! We need to
get her to asystole. Get the defibrillator here, now! Where’s the gel?” The
doctor yelled at the nurses and attendants who were in the observation room
with him. The electrocardiogram she was hooked to had indicated irregularities
in her heart rate by its beeps and the lines on the screen. “Hurry up, hurry!” He yelled again.
“But sir, her ribs, they’re broken.” One of the attendants reminded him.
“Unless you have a way of stopping this woman’s heart so it can pick up and back beat to its normal rhythm, I suggest you shut the hell up and help prepare her.” He snapped.
The defibrillator was rolled to his side whilst he hurriedly tore open Bio’s robe and prepared her for the shock therapy. Her entire torso was a canvass with ugly purple black patches displayed against her caramel coloured skin. Unable to fully control his reaction to manifested anomalies in the human anatomy after six years of practice, Banu winced at the sight that lay before him and looked away. His eyes locked Pereyi’s, who was staring through a glass panel in the door. For a split second, he wondered how a mean faced man like Pereyi could have a daughter this pretty, her beauty showed even with her swollen face. Wait a minute, he thought, her face and limbs are swollen and there are no patches there. Someone handed him the paddles and he rubbed their metallic faces against each other.
“But sir, her ribs, they’re broken.” One of the attendants reminded him.
“Unless you have a way of stopping this woman’s heart so it can pick up and back beat to its normal rhythm, I suggest you shut the hell up and help prepare her.” He snapped.
The defibrillator was rolled to his side whilst he hurriedly tore open Bio’s robe and prepared her for the shock therapy. Her entire torso was a canvass with ugly purple black patches displayed against her caramel coloured skin. Unable to fully control his reaction to manifested anomalies in the human anatomy after six years of practice, Banu winced at the sight that lay before him and looked away. His eyes locked Pereyi’s, who was staring through a glass panel in the door. For a split second, he wondered how a mean faced man like Pereyi could have a daughter this pretty, her beauty showed even with her swollen face. Wait a minute, he thought, her face and limbs are swollen and there are no patches there. Someone handed him the paddles and he rubbed their metallic faces against each other.
