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@Dhaduke I just saw a video clip of our game against Aston Villa 2008/2009 season. He drove the ball all by himself before laying it to Denison or so and he returned it to him and eventually scored
The issue he raised is a true one, a very serious one at that. I was a victim of this same act last year June, they entered through my kitchen after few failed attempt to break through the window of the room I slept that night, straight to the room I was and they made away with my iPhone, they were trying to move my laptop from the sitting room when I woke up (cuz I heard footsteps the moment I woke up and saw that my laptop charger has been disconnected already). They took my neighbour's phone too through her window while she was sleeping, till date, we still didn't know who did that, bout some days before the incident, they robbed few houses around, they did it again elsewhere about a week after mine happened.
My only saving grace from that incident was that I didn't wake up while they were at it, I still believe that if I did, I'd probably be dead by now cuz they came with knife (to cut the window net), stone and stick (they left it while leaving).
There was also a day they went to rob the house opposite mine back then, they sprayed a chemical which gave everyone in the compound or each flat a deep sleep, I knew this because a Muslim woman who was observing her prayers was still up by then and she said she heard the sound of the spray and the smell was foul, she tried peeping and she saw someone tiptoeing while spraying something from a bottle, she shouted and the person ran, despite all the noise she made, no one in the compound heard anything, they were all gone 😂, even her husband heard nothing until she went to tap him multiple times.
Need to add that they also snatch bags and purse from people at agunbelewo, attention needs to be given to that area, there's also an influx of thugs there now, they're raising another thug infested area in osogbo in that place.
Went around to greet my old neighbours recently and I met them discussing another one that just happened again, some blocks away from their house, it's so unending.
I hope the @NPFOSUN_police and @OsunPpro expand their operations to that area and not limit it to just collecting #200 from motorist at service area every morning and night.
This message is for someone out here.
@UnkleAyo and @Wizarab10 make posts around this regularly, and I think the message is worth repeating.
Please, do whatever is reasonably within your power to stay alive.
Take care of yourself. Protect your life. Reduce the risks you can reduce.
Please don't die.
There is a blessedness that comes with time. Sometimes, the situation that looks completely hopeless today looks very different a few years later.
Stay alive long enough and you may get to watch your life turn around. You may see doors open that you thought were permanently shut. You may see some of those prayers you have carried for years get answered right before your own eyes.
So, where you have some control, protect yourself.
Block who you need to block. Avoid who you need to avoid. Stop smoking if you can. Cut down on alcohol or leave it completely. Don't be careless with sex. Protect yourself from preventable infections.
Watch what you eat and drink. Pay attention to your body. Know your blood pressure. Know your blood sugar when appropriate. Don't keep ignoring symptoms that need medical attention.
Watch the company you keep. Watch who you date. Avoid unnecessary debt, especially high-interest debt that can consume your finances and peace.
Drive carefully. Rest. Get help when you need it. Walk away from situations that threaten your safety and peace of mind.
Of course, none of us can guarantee tomorrow. There are things about life and death completely outside our control.
But for the things within your control, please give yourself the best possible chance of still being here.
Time can change so much.
That season can pass.
That financial situation can change.
That heartbreak can become a distant memory.
That unanswered prayer may yet receive an answer.
You may one day laugh again about something that once made you cry yourself to sleep.
You need to be here to see what comes next.
Please, I beg you with everything in me, take care of yourself. Protect your life as much as you reasonably can.
Please don't die. 👍🙏
Be genuinely happy for people, especially your friends. And love the people you love, fiercely. Also, don’t you stop believing.
I read a William Pacho story about his best friend, Moisés Caicedo on @PlayersTribune
They were roommates at Independent Del Valle, the Ecuadorian club where many of their biggest stars come from.
He said when they grew a bit older, they rented an apartment. Caicedo cooked while he did the dishes, and they switched roles everyday.
When Caicedo joined the senior team, he started to make money and he got a Hyundai Sonata. Pacho said they looked at him like a big boy. He said “it looked like he got a Ferrari”. Beyond the excitement of Caicedo’s progression, he said seeing his best friend and roommate progress offered him hope. He knew he could do it too.
But the greatest pain of his life would come.
When he was told that he was going to make his debut, he rang his mother, probably the person he loves the most in his life, and it was crickets on the other side.
She never called back, and he sent a text asking her to be awake to watch him make his debut.
He was getting condolence messages on his phone and he got confused. He rang his sister and she said it’s a rumour that an ambulance had taken her away.
He poured his energy into the game so he could make his sick mother proud. The actual situation wasn’t confirmed to him because he had an important game.
When he finished his game, they confirmed the worst to him. His mother had died of cancer. The club, coach, family didn’t tell him to keep his head in the game.
He said he travelled home that night in his match kit. And had suicidal thoughts. He loves his mother.
If you’ve ever lost a loved one, you’ll know the feeling of guilt and sadness are irrepressible. His first game back, he got a red card. He was sad, but life continued.
After that, he kept playing and Borussia Mochengladbach signified interest in him. He agreed. He wanted to get a car to celebrate it. He wanted to be like his friend, Caicedo. He went for a Kia Sport, and at the car dealership, he saw a real estate agent. The man sold him a plan and he instead went to get a house, something his mother would love. He got it for his siblings.
He said the week his siblings moved in was one of the happiest he’s felt in life. Meanwhile, the deal wasn’t with Moechengladbach wasn’t sealed. He’d paid 50% for the house. And would balance it with his new deal.
Deal off. Financial disagreements. He said he went back to train and his teammates made jest of him.
When he got back playing, he dislocated both shoulders. He couldn’t use either because he underwent a surgery. They fed and bathed him.
It was in his recuperation Royal Antwerp signed him.
He said he felt really lonely and sent a message to Caicedo, stating how much he understood why he called every night crying when he joined Brighton.
The rest is history. Pacho has won the UEFA Champions League twice, and played at the World Cup for his country.
To succeed at anything, you need yourself, your belief, your confidence, and good people.
Start with 2 million, before you know it you have invested 12-15 million gradually to accomplishing this dream.
Start bit by, there is nothing impossible, strategy is the only difference.
Plan and achieve it.
I did my BSc in OAU and my MSc in Unilag. The plan was to do my PhD in UI to complete the Yorùbáland “Ivy League” trifecta. But the shege I saw in Unilag and the testimonies from UI made me abandon the idea more than a decade after my MSc. My grandpa, a UI alumnus, waited till he passed 10 years ago (I'm sorry sir 😁)
Now the provost announces, almost as a badge of honour, that only 12% of UI PhDs finish in the stipulated three years. They treat prolonged suffering as proof of seriousness. It is not. It is vanity dressed as scholarship.
This arcane time-wasting is one of the reasons town and gown barely speak in Nigeria. While the country burns with real problems including in power, food systems, logistics, public health, the university is still congratulating itself for making a candidate rewrite Chapter Two for the seventh time because the supervisor’s ego was not sufficiently massaged.
The research that finally emerges is often redundant, circular, and already obsolete before the viva. Nobody in industry, government or the market is waiting for it. They stopped waiting years ago.
The human cost is also quite humongous. Students spend their thirties in poverty, delayed marriages, stalled careers, and quiet depression while paying fees for a process designed to extract time rather than produce knowledge.
Families go into debt. The economy loses years of productive labour from some of its most educated people. Then the same system that delayed them turns around and complains that “Nigerian PhDs are not world-class.”
This is why Africa keeps collecting Nobel Prizes in Literature and Peace and almost never in Economics or the Sciences. Literature can wait for a beautiful sentence. Peace can wait for a speech. Economics and the hard sciences do not wait for the wounded pride of a professor who believes a five-year delay proves rigour. The world moves. Our universities do not.
A 12% on-time completion rate is not tradition but institutionalised waste. Until we stop treating student attrition as a mark of quality, we will keep producing more frustrated people than useful knowledge. And the town will continue to ignore the gown, because the gown has made itself irrelevant.