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This thing that binds us ❤️

You deserve more Arsenal fans 💔

Run it back.

I can’t describe my feelings right now… Football always gives back to those who keep believing.. To the fans who kept believing, you deserve this… Arsenal; the club that will stay in my heart forever, you deserve this… The players and everyone at the club who made it happen, you deserve this… Congratulations to the best club in the world ❤️ @Arsenal

We did it, together.

This belongs to all of us.

Dear Fortuna Düsseldorf Team, I’m Olaogun, a young Nigerian footballer with one goal: to help Fortuna Düsseldorf return to the Bundesliga. I’ve watched the club’s journey and I want to be part of it. I’ll bring energy, commitment, and a winning mentality to every training session and game. Give me a chance in a trial, and I’ll do everything to prove I deserve to stay. Video links to check out my highlights @Olaogun9" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">youtube.com/@Olaogun9 . Ready when you are. Best regards, Olaogun. 🙏🏽❤️ @f95

ONE. TO. GO. 🤝 Presented by @deel

On Friday, at 27, I was hooded with the degree of Doctor of Philosophy (PhD) in Molecular and Cell Biology from The University of Texas at Dallas 🎓. It’s official 🎉: Dr. Muneer Yaqub

After four years full of challenges and hard work, it's time to move on. I leave with the feeling that the mission is complete. 4 seasons, 3 championships. I will never forget the love I received from the fans from my very first days. Catalonia is my place on earth. Thank you to everyone I met along the way during these beautiful four years. A special thank you to President Laporta for giving me the chance to live the most incredible chapter of my career. Barça is back where it belongs. Visca el Barça. Visca Catalunya 💙❤️ @fcbarcelona

You think I'm happy living abroad? I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60. People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward. You think I'm happy? That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie. How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams. You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that? WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here? Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy? If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave? If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave? Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with? You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets. That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces. You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home? You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again. For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home? I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.

Me every time someone I don’t even know beats cancer

me ready to crash out because i can still feel the oil on the plastic container after the 5th wash:

So I got some good news today. Passed my LLM (Masters in Law) with a Distinction. I’m 58 years old. Do your thing whatever age you may be. 😊🙏😅🥳

I met a personal goal at age 43.

Por la remontada! Vamos Barça! 🔵🔴🤙🏾

@FCBarcelona_es Remontada is certain today

Dejad un mensaje de apoyo para el equipo, os leemos.

Now, all in for Tuesday.