Another comes here to tell us,
"Africa is our business,"
But when an important African business was happening on African soil, he was in Europe, eating lasagna like Khlestakov, the deceitful character in the play The Government Inspector by Nikolai Gogol.
Liars!
Got rid of Garnacho.
Got rid of Antony.
Sent Rashford and Sancho on loan
Got rid of Højlund.
Sent Onana on loan
Signed Matheus Cunha.
Signed Bryan Mbeumo.
Signed Benjamin Šeško.
Unlocked the best version of Amad Diallo.
Called out Jason Wilcox.
Called out the board.
Destroyed player power.
Raised standards.
Ruben Amorim didn’t inherit a project.
He walked into a mess and rebuilt Manchester United with his bare hands.
I bow to the grind🙇🏽
@NeoNhlonze@tekinsaeko What do you mean by defeat....if you can't sell roasted potatoes and maize along the highway, why can't a Zimbabwean, Moroccan or Kenyan do that.
You guys are simply the bottom of the barrel when it comes to pan Africanism
In 2006, I was a lecturer at the Kenya Medical Training College in Nakuru.
I was lecturing in the department of Clinical Medicine & Surgery, I taught Pharmacology and Parasitology (1st Years) and Pathology (2nd Years),
I was also supervising 3rd Years, Internal Medicine rotation in PGH Nyayo Ward lectured by Dr Babu Bora(RIP), and mentoring interns in the wards. Dr Murwa Muteshi was my immediate mentor.
My exams were probing critical thinking, and I didn't entertain reckless ward lessons.
For example, I would set a True/False question:
" Among the following, which one causes inflammation?"
• Tight-fitting pants
• Hot water
• Indomethacin
• None of the above
They would all struggle to answer this kind of question.
I demanded orderly history taking, properly documented physical examination and a sensible, structured clinical discussion during ward rotations.
I was an avid reader of Dr Sir William Osler, and would recite one of his quotes to my students,
"Medicine is learned by the bedside and not in the classroom. Let not your concepts of the manifestations of disease come from words heard in the lecture room or read from the book."
The HOD warned me that I am stressing these students by not setting straightforward questions from the curriculum and demanding clean ward presentations.
I would tell him that students of medicine must be critical thinkers otherwise they would mismanage patients including your grandmother back in the village.
The HOD looked at me, called Afya House to talk to Dr Kimani who was the DMS.
That is how I was transferred from Nakuru to become a founding teacher of Kenya Medical Training College, Webuye.
That was 20 years ago!
My (bisexual) boyfriend likes walking at night because it’s cooler, but lately he noticed women crossing the street when they see him coming… or stopping to let him pass first.
He asked me, “Do I look scary?”
I told him, “You’re a 6’3” man walking behind women in the dark… respectfully, you could look like a Disney prince and we’re still checking our location sharing.”
This man got weirdly quiet.
Today he came home wearing flip flops… a neon pink fanny pack… holding a bottle of water like he’s training for a mall walking championship.
I just stared at him.
He shrugged and said,
“If women are going to assume I’m dangerous anyway… I’m at least going to look bisexual.” 😭
There is nothing impressive here.
This is just Razzmatazz trying to ride on the anger and disappointment of citizens.
All these crooks have nothing new to offer and should be dumped into prison.
SESKO, CUNHA and MBEUMO agreed to join MANCHESTER UNITED without UCL Football
Now, they're single handedly taking MAN UNITED to the UCL
DELAP, JOÃO PEDRO and GARNACHO joined CHELSEA due to UCL football, now they're taking them to CONFERENCE LEAGUE
6 PLAYERS, DIFFERENT MENTALITY!! 😂😂
The mother of Mikaeil Mirdoraghi, a third-grade student grade student killed in U.S. airstrike on primary school in Minab:
I had prepared dinner for him and when he was eating he said: “Mom, the food you made tastes like heaven.”
I said: “My son, why are you saying this? You’ve never said this before.”
Around midnight he put pillows around himself and sat with his brother. He said: “Brother, let’s play. I’m Iran and you’re America. Let’s play with guns and tanks.”
They started playing together. He said: “See, Iran won? Brother, Iran won. I was Iran and I won.” My son said Iran was the winner.
All these things seemed to be inspired to him that night. He did all of this the night before his martyrdom.
He also prayed and read the Quran that night.
In the morning he said: “Mom, take a picture of me.”
This child was an angel. He used to say: “My name is Mikaeel. Mikaeel means God’s angel. If anyone has a wish, tell me so I can fulfill it.”
God loved him too and took him to Himself.
It is true, exactly like that. It was the heartless America that launched a missile at this school where there was nothing suspicious.
They just wanted to kill our children.