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Wizkid cries out over the masses inability to have basic amenities, no 24hrs electricity, bad roads everywhere, insecurity yakpa, many Nigerians can’t even afford generator set, Wizkid said this coming election he won’t be sitting on the fence anymore.
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🚨🎙César Apzilicueta when asked about his time playing for Chelsea, his thoughts on Roman Abramovich, and Chelsea's current situation;
🗣🎙César Apzilicueta;
"Playing for Chelsea was one of the most beautiful chapters of my life. For eleven years, Stamford Bridge felt like home. The dressing room battles, the unforgettable nights, and those historic trophies — especially that magical Champions League win in Porto, my teammates and I gave everything for this club and received so much love in return".
"The Chelsea fans are incredible. Their energy, loyalty, and the way they sing even on the toughest nights lifted me more times than I can count. They are the true soul of Chelsea Football club".
"Roman Abramovich was far more than an owner, he was a visionary who transformed Chelsea forever. He turned the club into a powerhouse with his passion and huge investment in players, the Cobham training centre, and everything needed to compete at the very top level. Under him, the club won 21 major trophies, including five Premier League titles and two Champions Leagues. But it wasn’t just about the silverware. He lived for the club, showed genuine care for every player and member of staff, and built a real family atmosphere. I saw his desire to make us winners on the pitch and in the community too. That 2021 Champions League night, lifting the trophy and sharing that emotional moment with him, I’ll never forget it. He changed our lives and the history of Chelsea. Every players who played for Chelsea in his era will always be grateful".
"Right now, the challenges at Chelsea is very clear to understand. The defence needs more strength and stability, and the striker, that No.9 shirt still carries its famous weight, like a little curse. But I truly believe if the club sorts out those key areas, Chelsea will bounce back stronger than ever'.
"The talent and spirit of winnings are still there. Chelsea right now is like a sleeping giant, and with the right pieces, the glory days will return Stamford Bridge."
“The Room Next Door”
The hotel hallway was quiet.
Too quiet.
Elena stood outside her room, sliding the keycard slowly… when the door next to hers opened.
She didn’t need to look.
She already knew.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” his voice came—low, familiar.
She turned.
Lucas.
Out of all places. Out of all cities.
“Same,” she replied, trying to stay composed.
He leaned against the doorframe, watching her the way he always did—
like he already knew what she was thinking before she said it.
They hadn’t seen each other in months.
Not since that night…
the one that almost changed everything.
“What room?” he asked casually.
She held up the card.
“Next door.”
A slow smile crossed his face.
“Of course it is.”
Silence settled—
not awkward, just heavy with unfinished moments.
“You alone?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And you?”
He nodded.
Another pause.
Then—
“Wine?” he offered.
“At this hour?” she smirked.
He stepped closer.
“Or we can keep pretending this isn’t happening.”
She exhaled softly.
“Fine. One glass.”
Inside his room, the lights were dim, the city glowing through the curtains. Everything felt too close… too quiet.
Elena stood near the window.
“You ever think about that night?” Lucas asked.
She didn’t turn.
“More than I should.”
He didn’t respond immediately.
He just walked closer.
Slow. Intentional.
“You walked away,” he said softly.
“I had to.”
“Did you?”
Now she turned.
“No,” she admitted. “I just didn’t trust what would happen if I stayed.”
That changed everything.
The distance between them disappeared, step by step, like gravity pulling them in.
“You still don’t trust it?” he asked.
Her voice dropped.
“I trust it too much.”
His hand brushed her arm—light, deliberate.
She didn’t move.
That was enough.
The kiss wasn’t rushed.
It was slow… warm… inevitable—
like something that had been waiting for the right moment to finally happen.
When they pulled apart, her breath was uneven.
“Still think we should’ve stopped?” she whispered.
Lucas smiled slightly.
“Not a chance.”
Some connections don’t fade with distance… they wait for the right door to open again.
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