OG culer since 04

Football and politics. A true Barcelona and Messi fan. An advocate for good governance and a foremost Obidient. Ymal. Pedri

[OG culer since 04 @bufaFCB]

Ronaldo fans don make this World Cup so toxic that we no even come banter Ghana again.

[𝗟𝗨𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗢 @Luwayo_parody]

What could get you in this situation?

[Abiola @abylurv]

Hotels, if check-in is 3 p.m. and check-out is 11 a.m.…
Why am I paying for a full day and barely getting 20 hours?

[tovic tovic tovic @tovictovictovic]

In real life this style boring as hell‼️

[SceneRush @SceneRushHQ]

Water melon juice hack

[Deherico @Deherico1]

Spyro said davido is the greatest, where’s he today ?

Jaywon said davido is the greatest where’s he today ?

Nasboi said davido is the greatest where’s he today ?

Kizz Daniel said davido is the greatest where’s he today ?

[𝗠𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗗𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆 🛡️ @0xMaax]

A woman who has been single for 3 years is not picky. That is what she tells people. Here is what is actually going on:

[Peacemaker🇳🇬💙💙💙 @Peace_Ezej]

Guest the female celebrity in male look and attire

[panache @arse9al]

I didn't know a woman can get pregnant through pre-cum.

[CYRIL @stoberxr]

Burna Boy would need to spend roughly ₦91 billion to catch up to Wizkid’s level. 🥵🦅

[pulseby_M @pulseby_M]

whyyyy do toddlers do this

[Omo Gift @Emmanue09602758]

"The only son refused to attend his father's burial... until the lawyer mentioned one forgotten promise."

People called him heartless.

Some even said money had changed him.

But nobody knew what had happened between father and son fifteen years earlier.

Mr. Nwosu was a respected secondary school principal in Enugu.

Strict.

Disciplined.

Highly respected.

To the community, he was an excellent man.

At home...

Things were different.

His only son, Chidi, wanted to study Music after secondary school.

His father refused.

"No son of mine will become a musician."

Chidi begged.

His teachers begged.

Even his mother pleaded with him.

Nothing changed.

Mr. Nwosu tore up Chidi's admission letter and forced him into Engineering.

That day, Chidi packed a small bag and left home.

For years...

Neither of them spoke.

His mother secretly kept in touch with him.

His father pretended he didn't care.

Whenever neighbours asked about Chidi, he'd simply say,

"I have no son."

Years passed.

Chidi eventually built a successful music production company in Lagos.

His songs were played across the country.

Ironically...

His father heard them almost every day on the radio without knowing his own son had produced them.

Then one morning...

Mr. Nwosu suffered a stroke.

He died two weeks later.

When the family announced the burial date, everyone expected Chidi to return.

He didn't.

People became angry.

His uncles called him ungrateful.

Church members condemned him.

Social media users even criticised him after someone posted about the "successful son who abandoned his late father."

Three days before the burial...

The family lawyer requested a meeting.

Everyone assumed it was about sharing property.

Instead, he placed a sealed envelope on the table.

"It was given to me eleven years ago," he said.

"Your father instructed me to hand it to Chidi only after his death."

Chidi reluctantly opened it.

Inside was a single handwritten letter.

It read:

"If you're reading this, it means I was too proud to apologise while I was alive."

"Every award you won... I kept the newspaper cuttings."

"Every interview you gave... I watched it."

"When neighbours praised your work, I pretended not to know it was you."

"Not because I wasn't proud..."

"Because I was ashamed that I was the reason you left home."

Tears filled Chidi's eyes.

The lawyer wasn't finished.

He placed another document on the table.

Years earlier...

Mr. Nwosu had quietly established a scholarship.

Every year, it paid the tuition of five students studying music at public universities.

The scholarship had one condition.

It could never bear his name.

Instead...

It was named after his son.

Nobody in the family knew.

Not even Chidi.

The lawyer smiled sadly.

"Your father attended the scholarship interviews every year."

"He always sat at the back."

"He never missed one."

The room became silent.

For the first time since his father's death...

Chidi cried.

Not because the letter erased years of pain.

But because he realised something.

His father had changed.

He just never found the courage to say it out loud.

The next morning...

As people gathered for the burial, they looked toward the entrance.

A black SUV stopped outside.

Chidi stepped out.

He walked quietly to his father's coffin.

Rested his hand on it.

Then whispered words only those closest could hear.

"I became the man I am because I refused to stop chasing my dream."

"But I also became the man I am because you taught me never to give up."

"I forgive you."

Sometimes...

The hardest words in the world aren't "I was wrong."

They're the words that never get spoken while there's still time.

[larryj @larryj4real]

Happiness often begins when you stop living in two places at once: fearing the future and reliving the past. Focus on the present and give yourself room to enjoy life.

[𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 @unc_borris]

quote with what you are enjoying this weekend

[Jazzy @arabornot]

One of the biggest mistakes people make is expecting everyone to value what they value.

You value honesty, someone else values convenience.

You value loyalty, someone else values opportunity.

Most disappointments begin when we assume people share our principles.

They don’t.

Judge people by their patterns, not your expectations.

What’s one principle you refuse to compromise on?

[Man Tonai @MTonai62045]

Without the help of any human, @grok what do you think he is begging for?

[ALADE TOP GUY @mlffx_]

Married half a decade and change… Bro deserves so much better. She’s for the streets, no cap.

[HEPHZIBAH ❤️ @HEPHZIBAHr6]

The release of the Ekiti kidn@p victims after 57 days in captivity is both a relief and a heartbreaking reminder of the human cost of insecurity. Tragically, one of the victims did not survive the ordeal.

Imagine being held captive for nearly two months after attending a peaceful open-air crusade. Many of the survivors were so weak they couldn't even walk and had to be carried into the hospital for treatment. That alone shows just how devastating and trau matic their experience must have been.

[Greg @GregEdison6]

The Last Good Morning

Her name was Ruth, and for four years she’d sent the same text every morning at 6:47 AM. Good morning, love you, have a good day. She typed it before her coffee finished brewing, before she’d even sat down, like it was the first true thing she needed to get right before the day could start.

Her son David hadn’t replied in over a year. Not out of malice just the slow erosion that happens when a person is twenty-two and building a life three states away. He’d read the texts. He’d smile sometimes, feel a small warm thing in his chest, and then his phone would buzz with something else and the moment would dissolve into his morning.

He told himself she knew. Mothers always know.

[Maik @DrMaikMD]

If not for the FIFA World Cup, Nigerians wouldn't have known much about countries beyond Ghana, South Africa, and America. 😅

🤝🌍.