KNG 🇺🇬

medical, football ⚽️ enthusiast. CFC 💙 & Vipers SC ❤️

[Ku Nasser 🇹🇿 @IamHaxx]

What hurt me about that game is that Alonso will have to win the league with a loss, no more unbeaten record.

[Realsammy @samueleyekosi]

Religion promises you a reward after death because, you won't come back to tell the world you were deceived.

[- WORLD CHAMPIONS 🌍 🏆 @CFCFactosv4]

This guy hates Chelsea more than anyone so if he’s saying this we have reached a point in Premier League history where clear match fixing is being called out. Arsenal need to seek shame and we all have to fight corruption. Together.

[Leckie @CFCLeckie]

Lacroix was booked for winning the ball. Rogers was booked for *checks notes* being fouled. Palmer was booked after Havertz dived. Gabriel didn’t get sent off when he attempted GBH on Martinez. “Let’s see how badly we can fuck up before we get found out” - probably the refs

[Elvis Tunde @Tunnykvng]

The referee when an Arsenal player commits a foul

[Ku Nasser 🇹🇿 @IamHaxx]

It's because we don't talk much. We just want enjoy the beautiful sport and win our 3rd champions league trophy in the next 3 seasons.

[HARRY™ @Olalekan_000]

Joao Pedro 30' ⚽

Cole Palmer 54' ⚽

Morgan Rogers 79'⚽

[NNEOMA 🇮🇹 @sparkliin]

It’s Arsenal vs Chelsea.

Local champions vs World Champions.
FA Cup merchants vs European giant killers.

Tell the King of the North that Daenerys is coming.

[Maxwell @iam_brau]

• Xabi Alonso
• Filipe Luis
• Cesc Fabregas

You see these 3 managers, they are going to be the biggest in football. They have all proven themselves in a mediocre team, they are flexible and tactical fluid.

I feel Cesc Fabregas is the most talented among all young managers, what he is doing with Como is not Normal, even Pep Guardiola can't do that.

Competing with Como a relaxation team, that's insane

[Bethany Cherisse @BethanyCherisse]

So after years of force-feeding us the idea that a man can feel like a woman if he wants to, they've suddenly decided that a man can never understand what it feels like to be a woman. Funny that.

[dmoon @dmoonlives]

It’s funny how women’s intrusive thoughts never tell them to drive off a cliff when they’re alone in the car. They’re always about harming children.

[Shaggy @MAGAShagster]

A father is not allowed to spank his child
A mother is allowed to kill them

God help us all 🙏

[Tamale @256Rootyherman]

Me as a new king seeing beautiful gals bow down to make me happy instead of twerking

[Derek Sir. @Yozsefu]

One of the stupidest Statements from a grown up person…, “nze sikwata ssimu zesimanyi”

- It could be business
- It could be someone you know that has used a new number in an emergency
- It could be just anyone in need of you dumb ass

[Maximus D. Meridius @Most_Maximus1]

They fought to kill babies in the womb. Now they are fighting for the right to kill them outside the womb. This is absolute madness

[Kakwenza Rukirabashaija @KakwenzaRukira]

One day in 2014, while at the prestigious University of Cape Town, we lost a colleague in the most unfortunate way, an incident that still disturbs my mind to date. Yoboka was Congolese. I had met him at the Uni through his chaotic Xhosa girlfriend, Thandolwethu, who would arrive at her boyfriend’s house on most weekends wearing her umbhaco and idzila, ready for what we jokingly called their weekend marriage. Yoboka was more than a friend. He was like a brother to me, despite the fact that I had known him for barely a year when he died. He was also a relentless manufacturer of jokes at my expense. He always warned me that it was dangerous for a lanky fellow like me to go running or walking outside because a strong Cape Town wind might blow me away like rubbish, or an eagle might mistake me for an appetiser and carry me off for a feast. This advice came from a man who weighed about 125 kilograms and regarded unnecessary movement with profound suspicion. He lived roughly two kilometres from the university and had bought a car for the journey.

The disturbing part is that nobody knew. For three days, he lay dead in his apartment while life outside continued with its usual indifference. I eventually became concerned by his unusual silence. Calls went unanswered, messages accumulated without reply and when I called Thandolwethu, our dramatic queen, I discovered that she too had sent innumerable texts and made repeated calls. Receiving no response, she had eventually become furious and blocked the dead man. In her imagination, Yoboka was not lying lifeless in his bathroom. The bastard was probably holed up somewhere in the apartment with another pulchritudinous damsel and deliberately ignoring her. She had already quarrelled with him, convicted him and begun moving on, while the accused was unfortunately unavailable to enter a defence. What unsettled her most afterwards was the missing morning text. Yoboka had a ritual, he would wake up and, before properly commencing negotiations with the day, text his girlfriend. According to what he had told me before he died, she had grown so accustomed to these messages that she sometimes ignored them and replied much later in the afternoon. Familiar affection has this peculiar problem. Something done faithfully every day can begin to look ordinary until the day it does not happen.

Yesterday, as I finished my postprandial, Thandolwethu, now a professor, called and somehow our conversation returned to Yoboka. Twelve years later, the story has lost none of its sadness. We spoke about how brutally indifferent life can sometimes be, particularly when nobody has incorporated your existence into the architecture of their day. Someone who notices that you have not awakened, someone who wonders why you have suddenly gone quiet, someone who checks whether you arrived home safely, whether you slept well, whether you are ill, whether something is wrong. Not the perfunctory checks of social obligation, but the one that reminds you that somewhere in another human being’s life, your continued existence is required rather than merely tolerated.

That was the lesson Thandolwethu Qhawekazi took from Yoboka’s death. She told me that she has never found another man who checks on her, cares for her and pays attention to the small details of her existence Yoboka Mokonzi did. And, strangely, that memory has encumbered her progress in finding another life partner. Every prospective man is, in some corner of her mind, being interviewed for a position previously occupied by a dead man who can no longer make mistakes.
The autopsy found that Yoboka had died from blunt-force trauma. Investigators concluded that he had collapsed in the bathroom, struck his head against the washbasin or bathtub and died. When he was finally found, his phone was still plugged into the charger. On its screen were hundreds of missed calls and messages from people who loved him, all arriving too late for a man who could no longer answer any of them.

If you have someone who checks on you in the morning to know whether you woke up safely, and in the evening to know whether you have returned home, eaten, gone to bed healthy or simply survived another day, do not mistake that attention for something ordinary. You possess a form of wealth for which there is no bank account.

Rukirabachwezi

[Siraj Hashmi @SirajAHashmi]

God grant me the strength of a lone male juror facing 11 retards

[Ayomide @CurrencySe34903]

If I pull up with Palmer, Pedro and Rogers on Sunday you will show up with Tzolis, Havertz and Saka right?

[TCR. @TeamCRonaldo]

🚨🗣️ Ange Postecoglou on coaching Cristiano Ronaldo:

"Sometimes people don't realise that dealing with great players is much easier than dealing with players who think they are great."

[Walid Arsenal @1Walid1]

Tough day for team “refs aren’t corrupt” after that Mike Dean podcast