Papi ChuLo

Balague looking at him like “please win them. I have a book to write.”😂

I swear Cristiano Ronaldo has more forgotten gems than Lionel Messi has bangers 😭😭😭

Arsenal is second on the list while top of the Premier League.

Gwagon, LX570, Toyota Landcruiser and LX600. They don't dare move closer to them.

Upamecano, who conceded 5 goals, over Saliba? 😂😂

Incomparable effectivement

This guy’s loyalty is one of the greatest qualities he has, almost all Ronaldo’s friends and former teammates turn on him for media clicks and attention except this guy and Roy Keane

Dem catch b@ndit na repentant Boko haram, but suspect dey confess for mouth dem gun am down, Omo if dem explain Nigeria for you, you fit craze

She was sacked. She is from rivers state, OGONI . Her offence ? Attending Peter Obi rally in port harcourt on her off day and posting it online. She was not on duty. It was her off duty. Her boss saw it online. The next day when she came to work. He asked her, why she went for Peter Obi rally. She said it was her off duty. He immediately sacked her and told her to go and meet Peter Obi to give her a job . She came social media and cried out and cried out. I told one of staff to reach out to her and invite her. I collected the information of the hotel and sent my CSO to investigate. He came back and told me it was true and her boss said Peter Obi should give her a job. I hate it so much when the rich intimidate the poor. And GOD is not happy when people maltreat the poor. So the only I can fight back is to use SPIRITUAL POWER OF GOD and use tithes that come into the church to raise every poor I encounter like 42 free schools , 2 free hospitals, overseas job placement, local and international scholarship for the poor. So I immediately took up her case. First asked her how much was her salary in the hotel they sacked her. She said 18,000. I mean eighteen thousand Naira only. PURE WICKEDNESS FROM A WICKED RICH MAN. What can 18k buy ? I immediately employed her in OPM printing press. I told her , you are a young girl, why are you not going to school ? She said her parents don’t have money to send her to university and eighteen thousand Naira salary can not do anything about school unless prostitution which she vowed to GOD never to do. So I immediately i immediately placed her on opm university Schlarship ( local university) She wrote jamb and passed and gained admission to study ACCOUNTING in Ignatius Ajuru University. I instructed my chief of staff to be allowing to go school and work anytime she has no lectures. And today she is on her FINAL YEAR studying accounting.

My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape. Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to. We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control. Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual. I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it. I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach. Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal. My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time. Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.

Burnley players on the counter attack 😂

I sold $300 worth of USDT on Bybit P2P about two months ago. The transaction went smoothly, I received the payment, then I released the USDT. I didn’t suspect anything from the buyer. But two days later, when I wanted to use my OPay account for another transaction, I discovered I couldn’t carry out any transfers. I immediately contacted customer support, and they pointed me to the exact transaction in question. That the sender reported it as fraud😳😳 Omor, na there my eyes take blur. I had to send a detailed email explaining everything. Thankfully, now that cryptocurrency is legal in Nigeria, I was able to provide my Bybit transaction history and the chat I had with the buyer as proof. Honestly, I thought they would ask for a court order before doing anything, but they didn’t. Within just one hour, my account was restored and back to normal. Omor, OPay really tried on this one.

A Man City fan claiming Arsenal have ruined the premier league. The fucking irony of this comment. They really are a thick bunch

Comparing somebody suddenly dying to a break up….we are truly surrounded by the most tapped brains😭😭

Homegirl pissed at 6 am by some imaginary fella. More news at 9

So which game in Ligue one and Bundesliga is like this?

In the bustling heart of Ibadan, where the old city gates have never learned how to close against a sincere soul, something beautiful happened again today. Oba Rasheed Adewolu Ladoja, the Imperial Majesty himself, stepped forward and wrapped Peter Obi in a hug so warm and genuine that the palace walls seemed to smile. "My brother," the king called him, the words carrying the weight of true friendship. No cameras were needed to capture the moment; the embrace said everything. It was not the first time Ibadan had opened its arms wide to this man. I still remember November 23, 2022, like yesterday. The day Peter Obi came to campaign at Lekan Salami Stadium in Adamasingba. The whole city felt it. The air itself changed. Traders left their stalls, artisans dropped their tools, and the streets swelled with people who simply wanted to see the visitor who carried no tribal flag, only hope. Ibadan has always been that kind of place... the foremost city in the Southwest that never asks where you are from before offering you a seat under its ancient iroko tree. Here, the stranger is not a stranger; he is family still finding his way home. The city does not victimise a man for the colour of his tongue or the accent of his prayer. It simply says, "Come, and if your hands are clean, prosper with us." That same spirit was on display when the present Olubadan was crowned. Peter Obi sent warm congratulations, calling the new king “my brother” with the enthusiasm of a man who means every word. Some small-hearted children of despair tried to twist the message into poison. But the king stepped out boldly, like a true elder, and declared: "Peter Obi spoke no lie. We are indeed friends." And so the circle closes. The same brotherly bond that made the late Pa Ayo Adebanjo – that revered voice of the Southwest – leave his comfort zone to campaign side by side with Peter Obi right here in Adamasingba. The same bond that makes elites lean in when he speaks, and the market woman nod her head in quiet agreement. Because Peter Obi is that rare seed the soil of Nigeria has been waiting for. He moves among the highest and the lowest without changing his cloth. He does not shout “I am for you”; he simply is. The common man sees his own reflection in him. The progressive cannot look away. He has become, without noise or boast, the living symbol of what unity can look like when a man refuses to be owned by tribe or title. In a land hungry for hope, some stories do not need long speeches. A simple hug in Ibadan today told it all. The city that welcomes every traveller has once again recognised its own, a man whose heart is big enough for every corner of Nigeria.

Watching Griezmann chase loose balls into Gabriel and Saliba instead of Koscielny and Mustafi is so amazing

*Ahem* *ahem*

this game man. after this tantrum, he still go pâste go for front lmao. werey🤣🐐