To the truck drivers hooting at Comrades runners from N3, instead of offering us lift while heading to the race finish direction. You can learn little kindness from this gentleman 😀
To that brother who is known by wearing same outfit…
To that brother who swallowed his pride & went to taxi Rank to sell Guava juice and peanuts
To that brother who's still looking for a job and enduring desrespect at home ngoba ungena lutho
My brother you're still a KING.💯
I saw a video of a girl asking what exactly African leaders have been doing since 1960 when “independence” kicked in for Africa to still be this “backwards” six decades later.
There are several reasons, but three stand out the most🧵🧵🧵
🗣️ Carlos Tevez: “When I arrived in England, they took me to see the house the club was offering me. It had a garden, a garage, shiny floors... and silence.
A lot of silence. I came from Fuerte Apache, where five of us slept in one room and gunshots were part of the night. I didn’t know how to live in tranquility. It scared me.
After a while, I asked to move. I went to a poorer, noisier neighbourhood, where the neighbours shouted, cooked on the sidewalk, and kids played in the street.
That’s where I felt at home. Not all of us dream of the same things. Some of us dream of going back to what we are.”
A journalist asked Bosnian basketball player Nihad Dedovic if he was related to Zlatan Ibrahimovic: ⠀
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🗣 Dedovic said: "No, my father has never been to Sweden." ⠀
🗣 Zlatan replied: "But my father has been to Bosnia." 😅
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Romelu Lukaku: "I was 6 years old, and I came home for lunch after school. Mom had the usual on the menu: bread and milk. But that day, I came home, and Mom started mixing the bottle of milk with something else.
"She served me lunch with a smile as if everything was fine. But I understood what she was doing. She was mixing milk with water. We didn't have enough money to make the bottle last the whole week. We weren't just poor; we were broke.
"My parents, in the midst of misery, bet on me. They made huge efforts to take me to training. That's why I played that first World Cup match with a lot of anger, for many reasons: for the rats running through our apartment, because I couldn't watch the Champions League, we didn't have a TV.
I'd go to school, and all the kids would talk about the final. I had no idea what had happened. Everyone was talking about Zidane's volley. I pretended to know what they were talking about, for the classmates' parents who looked down on me because of my characteristics and condition."
"One day I asked my father at what age it would be ideal to debut in football, and to give me any age (I found this out years later), he said 16. I didn't stop until l achieved it. At that time, I was a substitute for Anderlecht, about to turn 16.
l approached the coach and asked him to bet on me. I promised him a certain number of goals, and if I didn't achieve them, he could bench me again. Indeed, at 16, I forced my debut. Not only did I score the promised goals, but I also became the top scorer in the national championship.
I scored 76 goals in 34 matches; I did them all with my dad's boots. From then on, I decided to be the best player in Belgium's history. Not good. Not excellent. The best."