Tare The Ronin.

Fufu Rights Activist

[Tare The Ronin. @CallmeTARE]

@easydigita @AmmeLeun This never happened

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@FoggingStandrds In 2012 Ryan Bertrand made his Chelsea debut in the champions league final playing Bayern Munich in their own stadium and won the trophy.

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@Nino12x When Arteta does it it’s Artetaliban.

The double standards. 👎👎

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@NostalgicVibeNG No go whine yourself o. These Gen-Zs who did not play the PlayStation 1 will embarrass you any time and any day.

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@superTekka

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@Farouk_Mokwa Na so Coachie Lala

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@ibk_philosophy1 @the_Lawrenz Na so. Say na “we”

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@the_Lawrenz 14

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@cyber__razz No

[David Etim @DavidEtim2654]

Cybersecurity is not easy ooo
Make dem no whine you ooo.

[O.A THE EPL CHAMPION @SemiiAkoni]

see me singing North London forever all the way from Mushin 🥺

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@Hugo_boss_112 @Ghenedinho Lookman better pass Doku abeg

[ABIMBOLA @_Abimberry]

Make una watch una end to end entertaining football tonight
I don qualify for final

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@LegacySiu @tommybond001 Diego Forlan

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@Boyalonefy @drsinzuu No mobile game comes close.

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@asemota @WhoisDapo People fail to realize that the word “Ponzi Scheme” was gotten from the name of an American fraudster called Charles Ponzi from the 1920s.

[👑S.A.L.A.K.O🕊 @UnkleAyo]

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.

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@Christian_Dyer @Kaz_Pym You’re trying to be clever by half. Keep crying.

[JP Omo @Pomilej]

4th placed Leverkusen? That same 4th placed Leverkusen beat your almighty Manchester City 2-0 AT the Etihad. So when you call them 4th place like it's an insult... your beloved City couldn't even beat them at home. Make it make sense.

4th placed Atletico? That same Atletico eliminated Tottenham AND demolished your precious Barcelona in the quarterfinals. You know, Barcelona — the team your club couldn't get past. So yes, "4th placed Atletico" was actually doing the Lord's work taking out bigger names than your team ever faced this season.

3rd placed Sporting?. That same Sporting eliminated Bodø/Glimt — who humiliated your Man City 3-1 earlier. And before I forget, that same "3rd placed" Sporting beat PSG 2-1. PSG. With all their money and squad depth. Embarrassing route indeed 😏

Now let's talk about Arsenal's side of the draw.

8 wins from 8 in the league phase. Conceded only 4 goals. Then embarrased Bayern Munich — your Bayern — and Inter Milan. You know, the Italian champions. Teams with actual pedigree.

And we did it looking like Champions.

The truth is this: if your team were good enough, they would have been in this final. But they weren't. And no amount of tears will change the scoreline.

Arsenal 2-1 Atlético. Buddapest, here we come.

The route didn't embarrass us. It crowned us. 🔴⚪

COYG. Always.

[JP Omo @Pomilej]

4th placed Leverkusen? That same 4th placed Leverkusen beat your almighty Manchester City 2-0 AT the Etihad. So when you call them 4th place like it's an insult... your beloved City couldn't even beat them at home. Make it make sense.

4th placed Atletico? That same Atletico eliminated Tottenham AND demolished your precious Barcelona in the quarterfinals. You know, Barcelona — the team your club couldn't get past. So yes, "4th placed Atletico" was actually doing the Lord's work taking out bigger names than your team ever faced this season.

3rd placed Sporting?. That same Sporting eliminated Bodø/Glimt — who humiliated your Man City 3-1 earlier. And before I forget, that same "3rd placed" Sporting beat PSG 2-1. PSG. With all their money and squad depth. Embarrassing route indeed 😏

Now let's talk about Arsenal's side of the draw.

8 wins from 8 in the league phase. Conceded only 4 goals. Then embarrased Bayern Munich — your Bayern — and Inter Milan. You know, the Italian champions. Teams with actual pedigree.

And we did it looking like Champions.

The truth is this: if your team were good enough, they would have been in this final. But they weren't. And no amount of tears will change the scoreline.

Arsenal 2-1 Atlético. Buddapest, here we come.

The route didn't embarrass us. It crowned us. 🔴⚪

COYG. Always.