HOW WE STARTED: IN THE BEGINNING...

 

So, today, I started a blog with blogspot.com and for real, I'm excited. I don't really know how to go about this blogging of a thing, lol. But I do know I have ideas I'd love to share with a lot okay people and that's why I'm here, and I'm achieving that, we are achieving information dissemination and entertainment, all of us at GorillaMedia. 

Inspiration to name this blog after the gentle giant that is noone's prey came from the top rated Nigerian artist, Burna boy. Who keeps calling himself a gorilla, a gorilla you can't chain in the zoo.

Having said this lot, I, in the name of God, on a good Friday, declare GorillaMedia, gorillamediaonline.blogspot.com open. Do stay tuned for intriguing articles ranging from family, to health, to education, to relationship, to fun. Have a good one.

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