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Should you ever find yourself all alone with no one to hold your hands I pray you find the courage to put your hands in your pockets and sojourn alone

I mean, it would be my last day too.😂

If it was La Liga they’d have rescinded the red card

i confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i’m bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i’m healing and hurting at the same time. i’m dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage.

@_dami5 @UTDxKing Two to beat one

@0f1no @UTDxKing He was not the last man, he commuted a clear holding foul, not even the kinda tactical foul the Ramos and van djik go commit without being carded All I’m saying is going 1man down is risky in a final

FA cup final 2016 when Alan Pardew danced after Puncheon's opener only for United to pull a comeback and win the trophy 😂

@black_bhoy_ I’ll never forget the look on Sonny’s face mehn, it’s been over a decade but I remember like it was yesterday. Worst is when you believe you got street OT and then boom… magic!

Lagos will make you run mad if you're not careful😂😂

🚨holy shit.. the CIA just used a tool called "Ghost Murmur" to find an American pilot hiding in a mountain crevice in Iran.. by detecting his heartbeat.. not his phone.. not a tracker.. not a radio signal.. his heartbeat.. Lockheed Martin's Skunk Works built it.. the same classified division that built the SR-71 Blackbird.. the stealth bomber.. the U-2 spy plane.. every secret aircraft America has ever denied existed until they didn't.. it uses quantum magnetometry to pick up the electromagnetic pulse your heart makes every time it beats.. then AI filters out everything else.. the pilot.. callsign "Dude 44 Bravo" was wounded.. alone for two days.. hiding in a crack in a mountain.. while Iranian forces searched for him on foot.. and America found him from the sky.. by listening to his chest.. here's the part that should rewrite everything you think about privacy and power.. this was Ghost Murmur's FIRST operational use.. meaning it's been sitting in a vault.. tested.. ready.. waiting for a moment important enough to reveal it.. they didn't show you this to impress you.. they showed you this because the next person they use it on won't be a rescue

Yes and if the leader is sane and helps their own people, then the US does a coup

@Emarged Why am I not surprised uncle ruckus uses a white man’s emoji 😂

Just lose. You’ve been losing since. Don’t pull any stunts. 🙏🏻

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

Abeola yesterday ehn, left Jude on the bench to start patriarchy

@_dami5 @UTDxKing You do realize he took one for the team, he made the best decision. Imagine if the player had gone through and then gone on to score

@UTDxKing We won sha but these players lack discipline. Look at the stupid foul you are committing at oppositions half when already on a yellow card… Pulling off shirt at 1 man down is reckless

In England, top 4 is no longer the goal. Top 5 is. Everyone is talking about fifth place getting Champions League football next season. Nobody is explaining why it is actually happening. You know I will always tell you. What happened is that UEFA expanded the Champions League to 36 teams in 2024 and created two extra spots called European Performance Spots(EPS). These spots go to the two leagues whose clubs collectively perform best across all three UEFA competitions every season. England won that race last season. England is winning it again this season. The fifth spot is the prize. To determine the winners of this EPS, UEFA adds up every win, every draw, every round of progression by every English club across the Champions League, Europa League, and Conference League, divides it by the number of clubs involved, and ranks every league in Europe. Right now England leads that table comfortably and Spain is second. Everyone else is further back. Now this part is funny. Every extra spot England earns is a spot another league loses. For example, France already dropped from four Champions League places to three. If English clubs keep dominating Europe collectively, that gap will keep widening. I have a reservation though. The coefficient system sounds like a meritocracy. What it actually does is take money from weaker leagues and redirect it to stronger ones, structurally and permanently. Fifth place used to mean Europa League and a tighter budget. Now it means Champions League revenue, elite visibility, and everything that comes with it. The top four race just became a top five race. And it is not going back. My name is Ajoje. I am a FIFA Licensed Agent and International Sports Lawyer. I write on the Law and Business of Football, a lot. Repost and Follow if you want to read more posts like this.

i’m not the “i don’t take no for an answer” type of guy. i take no. say it early — i’ve already seen another fine girl 🙏🏾

That speech from Fight Club makes more sense every day, especially for modern men who haven't found a calling worth pursuing or dedicating their lives to.

@ThaBoyYom Funny to think we won’t get constant power before elections

Does anyone have a video where this is said ? It should start trending everyday months before the election

@BobGolen Methmatics 😂

Lend me $10,000 but only give me $5,000. That way you owe me $5,000 and I owe you $5,000 and we can just call it even.

@AFTVMedia And God said; it is not good for the man to be alone