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@london_Akan @grayshurz Currently in season 7... Carrie is so annoying 😠

@grayshurz Homeland

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Just to be sure and to re-confirm: Were you the same child that was expelled from crèche and fought a goat? If yes, then no surprises 🤗

@thearsfamily97 I love your take. Beautifully expressed.

Saliba has been a better all-rounder than Gabriel this season. But Gabriel has been more impactful than Saliba this season. As Arteta often talks about, what happens in both box usually decides games. Gabriel is the most impactful PLAYER (regardless of position) in both boxes in the world. His blocks, tackles, communication and aerial dominance in the defensive box combined with his aggression, aerial dominance, and anticipation in the attacking box makes him the perfect box dominator. I actually don't mind if people have Saliba as their POTS over Gabriel and Rice. His in-possession value in build up is second only to Ødegaard, and he has added some carrying to his passing this season. However, he hasn't been as impactful as Rice or Gabriel. Rice's value in attack and defence... Gabriel's value in attack and defence. These are things that can decide matches in an instant regardless of if we played well or not in the match.

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Every Sunday at exactly 3:17 p.m., my father called me. Not 3:15. Not 3:20. 3:17. It started a month after he retired. At first, I thought it was boredom. Then habit. Then aging. But it never changed. If I picked up, he’d say the same thing: “Are you home?” If I said yes, he’d reply, “Good. Just checking,” and hang up. If I said no, there’d be a pause. Then he’d say, “Alright. Call me when you’re back.” That was it. No small talk. No updates. No “how are you?” Just… checking. My wife thought it was sweet. I thought it was strange. One Sunday, I decided not to answer. I was home. I just let it ring. At 3:18 p.m., he called again. I ignored it. At 3:19 p.m., my wife’s phone rang. She frowned. “It’s your dad.” I gestured for her not to answer. The phone stopped. At 3:21 p.m., the landline rang. No one even has that number. We stared at it. It stopped after five rings. At 3:24 p.m., someone knocked on the door. Three sharp knocks. Not aggressive. Precise. I opened it. My father stood there. Calm. Neatly dressed. Slightly out of breath. “Why didn’t you answer?” he asked. “I was busy.” He looked past me into the living room. “You’re home.” “Yes.” He nodded slowly. Then said something he’d never said before. “Good.” And he left. That night, I drove to his house. I needed to understand. He lived alone since my mother passed. Same house I grew up in. Same curtains. He opened the door before I knocked. “You came,” he said. “Dad, why do you call every Sunday?” He studied me for a moment. “Come in.” We sat at the dining table. He didn’t speak immediately. He rarely does. Finally, he stood up and walked to a locked drawer in the hallway. He pulled out a thin folder. Inside were newspaper clippings. House fires. Robberies. Gas leaks. Carbon monoxide deaths. All circled in red. “Every single one,” he said quietly, “happened on a Sunday afternoon.” I blinked. “That doesn’t mean..” He held up a hand. “When your mother died, I was in the garden.” I swallowed. “I was ten feet away. Ten feet. She called once. I didn’t hear her.” Silence stretched between us. “I promised myself,” he continued, “that if something ever happened to you, I would not be in the garden.” My chest tightened. “So you call me to make sure I’m alive?” He looked at me steadily. “No.” A long pause. “I call to make sure you answer.” I frowned. “What’s the difference?” He leaned back in his chair. “If you answer, I know you can.” The words didn’t land immediately. Then they did. “If you couldn’t answer,” he continued calmly, “I would already be driving.” My stomach dropped. “You’ve been ready to come over every Sunday?” “Yes.” “Even when I said I wasn’t home?” He nodded. “I wait ten minutes. Then I check.” A cold realization crept up my spine. “Dad… how many times have you come?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked toward the window. “Six.” Six Sundays. Six times he drove to my house. Six times he must have stood outside. Watching. Making sure. I tried to laugh it off. “That’s extreme.” He didn’t smile. “You think emergencies schedule appointments?” We sat there in heavy silence. Then I asked the question that had been building all evening. “Why 3:17?” For the first time, his composure cracked. “That’s the time on the hospital clock,” he said softly, “when they told me she was gone.” The air left my lungs. He wasn’t checking on me. He was trying to outrun a minute. Every Sunday. For years. I drove home that night differently. The following Sunday at 3:16 p.m., my phone was in my hand. At 3:17, it rang. I answered on the first vibration. “Hi Dad.” There was a pause. Then, for the first time ever, he said something new. “I know.” And he hung up.

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@TheOsagieduwa @asemota Lol... Get ready to see this attire 3-4 times before June 😂😁

@asemota If baba buy asoebi material…he dy always make sure say him sew and wear am. He nor dy keep am for wardrobe

The Abike Dabiri part made me chuckle. All of us are still human in private even when playing for the gallery in public. Madam Obi seems in her element.

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@jefff256 And no body can stop reggae 😭😭😭

I’m confident Carrick will get the United job but once he signs da ting, reggae music will start.

@tosin_1109 You like Jedi Jedi too much 😁

Abeg can we play today again i don miss arteta ball 🥹

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9 points clear. You're welcome.

@DeNiike_ @kunle_kenny It was delayed because the Director/Partner didn't review on time

@kunle_kenny Probably finished it at 12 midnight but decided to wait till 7:00am.

You KPMG people, it’s engine oil that is flowing inside your veins! It cannot be blood! How can I discuss something with you at 11PM and you’ve created a DETAILED 20-page Presentation at 7AM???? Toh!

@AusBassie Is this feeding not too much? Thank you so much 🙏😊

Day 27

@OlisaOsega I have had to unfollow you because of your takes especially on Arsenal as I do not agree with you mostly... But somehow I get to see your takes every time. However, I agree totally with you on this. I also believe that we won't be top of the league if 8 wasn't injured earlier

Arsenal will still win the league this season, that I’m 100% certain about but tough decisions need to be made in the summer. Firstly, we will need a new captain. A proper leader who will put blood, sweat and body on the line just to win. I saw Tony Adams and Patrick Vieira captain my club, not this Norwegian Barbie wearing the armband now. Declan Rice is my pick.

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Nwaaaaneeeriiiii! ⭐️ The French league isn't ready