@manus0024 That “deleting evidence and trying to wipe away traces of her actions” is the real koko!!
Brotherly, I’m sure you really know what to do. You’re seeing the signs now oooo. Take PROMPT necessary actions before you begin to see the wonders.!
@ayor_aad So single men or those in the country are exempted ? Truthfully there’s no playbook regarding this. Statistics show that women and young adults are the most culpable in terms of disseminating nudes of women.
My 2 cents is don’t ever send nudes. If you must, crop your face out.
I get money for anything you wanna eat and drink when you come over
I get money for taking US out to places I wanna see as well
I get money for affording soft lifestyle for myself( you can tag)
I no get money for wigs, to change your phone or your family issue, or back to back craving or clubbing for Snapchat aesthetics!!
@muyiwa360@7tingxxs It’s not for aesthetics sir. Those are called unit ID cards.
Your rank and name might remain static for a while. However, your unit and designation is dynamic.
The Arsenal fanbase in Nigeria really exploded in the late 90s with the arrival of Arsène Wenger. For some people then, the attraction even started from something funny and poetic — Arsène simply sounded like Arsenal.
But what truly turned the fanbase into a movement were two major things: the Nwankwo Kanu factor and the rise of the great Thierry Henry ,our very own Igwe.
Kanu gave Nigerians emotional attachment, while Henry gave us swagger, class, goals, and pure arrogance on the pitch.
But for me, it was always about Wenger.
The man changed football philosophy entirely — expressive football, beautiful passing, intelligence, technical quality…
Wengerball hooked some of us for life.
No going back ❤️🔴
My joy in this title winning is that NOBODY will say they carried this team to win it. This title belongs to everyone. And I mean EVERYONE.
Yes, Rice was elite.
Raya was elite.
Gabriel and Saliba were elite.
Timber was elite. Five players you point to and say — these are the best five this season. Fine.
But let me ask you something.
Do we win this title if Martinelli doesn't score that last-second equalizer against Man City?
Do we win it if Eze doesn't produce two maverick performances against Spurs to kill them off?
Do we win it if Saka doesn't score that one clinical goal against Brighton at the Amex — one goal, 1-0, job done?
Do we win it if Ødegaard doesn't come on and, like a man possessed, creates something from absolutely nothing? Do we win it without Trossard's goal against West Ham? Those two guys stepping up when it mattered most?
Do we win if Max Dowman doesnt come off the bench against Everton and wins us the game?
Do we win if Madueke doesn't score against Brentford (1-1) to keep the pressure on City?
Do we win if Merino — despite the whole world screaming "don't bring him on" — doesn't come on at St James' Park and scores the goal that wins it. Against chelsea to score the equaliser when they were ten men?
Do we win if Zubimendi doesn't score those two bangers against Nottingham Forest to help us put them to the sword 3-0.
And remember the beginning? Calafiori. Set piece. 1-0. Day one, telling us exactly what kind of season this was going to be. Do we win if not for him?
Then Zubimendi gasses out and Myles Lewis-Skelly walks into the team like he's been here for years.
Do we win if Kai Havertz didn't score from a corner, 1-0 against Burnley — doing exactly what the team needed.?
When Calafiori got injured. When Timber got injured. Do we survive without Mosquera and Hincapié coming in and performing at a level nobody expected? Do we survive without Ben White?
And even beyond all that — Jesus, Nwaneri — they weren't the league's critical performers, but they were around. They took the load off in cup competitions. They kept people fresh. They mattered.
This is what I find so incredibly beautiful about this title.
Nobody carried it. Nobody can look at this squad and say "I did that." Because everyone did that. From the starter who kept a clean sheet to the sub who came on for 15 minutes and scored. From the academy kid who nobody expected to the veteran who showed up when the season needed him most.
This is not a one-man trophy. This is not even a five-man trophy.
This is 25 men, a manager, a coaching staff, and a culture — all deciding in the same moment that this is the year.
Good old-fashioned football. A team sport. Beautiful, mehn.
@yabaleftonline @Bigmiles_006 Story sounds like fiction.
However check out the supposed part of Franks conversation with her. - no errors, no abbreviations, appropriate punctuation marks with sentences ending with a full stop.
Not the same for “Sandra’s”part where she texted as Frank.