Tiwa Savage replies critics of the black lipstick she rocked to the NEAwards

She was actually trying to be like Beyonce :)

"Artists (singers, actresses, models etc) have the most fun!! They get to try things, create new looks, let their imagination go free and are absolutely FEARLESS!!! They are able to do things others only dream of doing! We had so much fun with our black and white themed look for the NEA's - and we stuck to it right down to the make up - with NO regrets!! Thanks to the team that helped make this all happen @lolasbeautymark @who_is_chynabee @theoluwaseye #tvshpr #neaawards #Latergram #TiwaNYC #standingbyourvision #creativity #positivityalways #teamwork" she wrote.
Trust Nigerians, they replied immediately on IG,  see snapshots of some of their comments (hilarious) below:

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ VERDANT STORIES SECTION YOU CAN SKIP READING THIS SECTION TITLE>>>>>>FORBIDDEN CONTINUED FROM 02/SEPTEMBER/2014 The Whiteman's school was called St. Aquinas primary school and it was situated in town. It was Garba's first time in the town. He was surprised to see houses that were different from the mud and thatched huts in his village. The houses were built with blocks and were well - aligned. The school was built with both blocks and planks. It was on a hill. The Whiteman handed them over to another Whiteman whom he introduced as Mr. Jacobs. A black native was interpreting whatever the white men wanted them to hear. "Mr. Jacobs is your head teacher. He is also the boarding house master. You must see him as your parent here. He will discipline you if you misbehave here. So you all must be of good behaviour,' the Whiteman said as he handed them over to Mr. Jacobs. "Follow me," Mr. Jacobs said. They followed him into a house. The house was very neat and there were many bunk beds with thin mattresses. The black interpreter was with them. Mr. Jacobs turned to them. Garba thought he preferred the Whiteman who had brought them from Dogongari because he was friendlier and nicer. "What is your name? I want your full names," he said. "Adamu Shalt," the first boy replied. "Kaita Maigoro," the second boy said. When it got to Garba's turn, he lost his tongue. "What is your name," Mr. Jacobs barked. "Garba Dandogo," Garba stammered. When the introduction was finished, Mr. Jacob began to address them. "This is where you will he staying. It's your hostel, it was provided by the church for those of you from the hinterlands. You will do well to maintain it and keep it clean," Mr. Jacobs said. He assigned them each to their beds. Garba was on the lower bunk. He had never slept on such a bed before. At home he only slept on a mat spread on the floor of his mother's hut. He sat gingerly on the bed and as soon as he did, he heard a creaking sound of spring expanding under his weight. Quickly, he jumped up in horror. The interpreter laughed. Mr. Jacobs considered him grimly for a moment. "What's the problem, boy?" "I heard a sound in the bed," Garba explained after the native had interpreted to him. Mr. Jacobs frowned. TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW....PLEASE VISIT OUR BLOG AGAIN TOMORROW FOR A CONTINUATION OF THIS AMAZING STORY!}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}