🚨 WORST @FIFAcom PRESIDENT OF ALL TIME: INFANTINO SILENT AS US HUMILIATES AFRICA
Gianni Infantino selected Omar Abdulkadir Artan — Africa's top referee and first Somali at a World Cup — then watched US authorities deny him entry at the border despite diplomatic passport and approved visa. Turned back like trash. No reason. No fight.
Where is your voice, Infantino?
You preach "global football" and "unity" while selling out African officials to US border politics. This isn't leadership — it's cowardice and betrayal of the game.
You are proving every day why you are the worst FIFA president in history. Africa will not forget this disgrace.
Stand up or step down.
Uganda’s Defence Advisor in Turkey, Maj. Gen. Bob Ogiki (center) in a photo with Ugandan students evacuated from Iran at the Movenpick Hotel in Instabul. The students were organized and evacuated from Tehran in buses in a 24 hour long journey to Gurbulak border post on the Turkey-Iran border. We thank the Turkish government for granting them transit visas. The students were later transported to Istanbul, another 18-hour bus trip. The students are expected to arrive at EIA tomorrow, Thursday, 5 March 26 at 1745 hours aboard Ethiopian Airlines. We salute the CDF, Gen Muhoozi Kainerugaba, and Maj Gen Bob Ogiki, together with the MOFA for coordinating the safe evacuation of the Ugandan students.
I know an “Arsenal fan” who’s just waiting to say “I told you so” this season. He’s lost faith in Arteta, he truly believes in his heart that Arteta can’t take us where we need to go.
Despite everything we’ve achieved this season, he hasn’t celebrated a single bit. Not because his heart isn’t full of joy, but because he’d rather tell us “delusional fans” that he was right all along about what may happen.
So far this season, Arsenal have played 43 matches across all competitions (33 wins, 7 draws, 3 losses; 104 goals scored, 36 conceded). As of today, March 1, 2026, no team in world football has clearly better overall stats than us. Arsenal are performing exceptionally strongly and rank among the very top teams globally right now.
But all of this means nothing to him, he’d rather be right than happy. I get it when rival fans troll, that’s their job and their joy. But when one of our own does it? We’ve only lost 3 games in 43 matches total. It’s been seven months since the season started, and the joy has been handed to you on a plate, but you’ve refused to take it.
Do we forget how easy it was to play against us before Arteta? Back then, we’d go all guns blazing in attack, full of hope and chaos, only for teams to blast straight through us on the counter, like we were wide open, begging to be punished. Hearts would sink every time we lost the ball, you’d watch in slow motion as opponents raced past our disorganized lines, scoring almost at will.
That leaky, naive defense? It hurt. It really hurt. We’d concede soft goals week after week, finish mid-table, and wonder if we’d ever feel unbreakable again. Hell, that is exactly where we were, if you’ve forgotten, I haven’t. I remember the pain, the frustration, the nights questioning if we’d ever climb out of that hole.
Those are the old days, brother. The dark days. And look at us now, rock solid, transition proof, turning counters into nothing. Arteta didn’t just fix it; he rebuilt us into something elite, something that terrifies opponents. How can you not feel that fire in your chest? How can you sit there unmoved when we’ve gone from being everyone’s easy prey to the team nobody wants to face?
Look at the last two games, those were supposed to be season defining clashes against our London rivals. We smashed Tottenham 4-1 away, then beat Chelsea 2-1 at home (goals from Saliba and Timber, both from corners, while they went down to 10 men). That’s 6 goals scored and just 2 conceded across those derbies. If that’s not cause for joy, I don’t know what is.
I remember the days when Mourinho used to beat Wenger black and blue in these fixtures.
My point is, a season is a very long grind, especially when you’re competing in all four competitions. You can talk about the mentality of the boys all you want, but they’re where they are because they want it, not because you the fans wanted it more. We can help get them there by believing in them right up to the end.
Come on, you Gunners!
~Sgt show
In 1879, Ugandan healers were performing cesarean sections with a survival rate that stunned European doctors—while much of the "civilized" world still saw the procedure as a death sentence.
British explorer Robert Felkin documented the operation in detail. The surgeon used banana wine as an antiseptic, herbal anesthetics to manage pain, and cauterization with a hot iron to control bleeding. The mother survived. The baby survived. The technique worked.
This wasn't primitive luck. It was sophisticated medical knowledge passed down through generations—refined, systematic, life-saving.
Yet the dominant narrative tells us modern medicine arrived in Africa with colonizers and that before European intervention, the continent had no science, no innovation, no expertise.
But here's the contradiction: if African medical practices were so "backward," why were European observers documenting them with awe? Why were these techniques—rooted in empirical observation and botanical knowledge—producing outcomes that Europe itself struggled to achieve until the late 19th century?
The Buganda Kingdom had what the British Empire didn't: working cesarean sections that saved lives.
So what else were we doing that got erased, ignored, or rebranded as "discovered" by someone else?
Sources:
- Felkin, R. W. (1884). "Notes on Labour in Central Africa." Edinburgh Medical Journal
- Ajayi, J. F. (1965). Christian Missions in Nigeria 1841-1891. Northwestern University Press
Credit: African Echo
𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁?
There is a clear difference between passion and addiction. Addiction may feel like an unstoppable interest, something that keeps you occupied, like a hobby or distraction. But if it becomes boring, or leaves you with regret instead of satisfaction, then it is not passion.
Pujya Gurudevshri explains that true passion never feels heavy. You do not mind the time it takes, the sacrifices it demands, or even the pain involved. What could feel difficult to others feels like joy to you.
Find your purpose. Make it your passion. And let that passion turn into your mission.
Share with us one area of your life that feels like joyful effort, not burden.
I absolutely believe that was a City penalty yesterday, but you'll be hard pushed to explain why this one wasn't, nor the Odegaard one that had a similar feel in another City game.
PGMOL like the greyness. Can play it however they feel, depending on who is fouled (or not).
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I watched a guy on the bus today. 6:45 AM in the morning while jogging, His eyes looked heavy, like he was carrying the weight of an entire lineage on his shoulders. But immediately he sat down, he brought out his phone and started scrolling TikTok.
As a Biomedical Engineer, I wanted to snatch that phone from his hand.
See, let me tell you the bitter truth nobody wants to hear.
Most of you are not lazy or "unlucky." You are chemically sabotaging your own destiny before you even brush your teeth.
The first 60 minutes of your day is a war zone. Your brain is begging for direction. It runs on dopamine, that’s the fuel for your motivation. But what do you do?
You wake up. Your eyes haven't even adjusted to the darkness of your room, and gbam, you pick up your phone.
You check WhatsApp to see who ignored you. You check X to see who is fighting. You check Instagram to see your mates buying cars you can't afford yet.
You think you are just "waking up," but scientifically? You are flooding your brain with cheap, unearned dopamine. You are frying your reward system. By 8 AM, your brain is already tired. It has consumed "content" but produced nothing.
And let me speak to the men for a second.
I write about men a lot because I see what you go through. The pressure is much. You wake up and the first thought is Rent, School fees, the woman you want to impress.
It is terrifying.
So, you grab your phone to escape. The phone is your pacifier. It numbs the panic of the morning. But that comfort is a lie.
When you start your day with cheap dopamine, actual work feels like torture. You have programmed your neurochemistry to be a consumer, not a king.
You are training your brain to be weak in a world that eats weak men for breakfast.
Here is the hard truth (and you can drag me if you like):
Your morning mood doesn’t determine how your day goes. It determines your capacity to suffer for your success.
If you can’t survive the first hour of the day without a screen, how do you want to survive the economy?
Protect your first hour.
Don't touch that phone.
Stare at the ceiling. Pray. Do pushups. Go for a morning jug or walk.
Let your brain starve for a bit so it learns to hunt for the hard things.
Stop feeding your destiny to the algorithm.