Nanos gigantium humeris insidentes.
Agù adighi eri agù.....That is to say, even though we may disagree BÍKO REZPEKTÍKWA ONWE GI NA DIS APP!
#SperoLucem
@MondayCaroline@General_Somto What do you want Marshall Abubalkar to do. It was @Justice_Crack 's wife that contacted Marshall earlier
But it was @Justice_Crack chose his own counsel in court today.
Marshall withdrew from the case, and took his previous filing of the bail application with him. Shikena.
@DonAzag Indeed, he @BwalaDaniel is a good man who is just doing his job albeit overzealously.
@DonAzag Always remember that motivation is what drives a man
Some good men believe that they can sell their conscience at a good price and live comfortably in retirement from the proceeds.
My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape.
Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to.
We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control.
Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual.
I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it.
I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach.
Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal.
My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time.
Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.
@90sfootball@EmilioSansolini - Drop Mario Kempes and move Messi up alongside Batigol
- Riquelme takes Messi's spot in midfield to play alongside Redondo behind Maradona
-. Di Maria drops, Sorin takes over down the left.
- Romero out, Walter Samuel in.
Today i announce my retirement from football, Four different countries six different clubs, A boy from Muthurwa with a big dream, carrying a Nations pride everytime i stepped onto the pitch. To my family, friends, agent, the fans and the coaching staff that helped me throughout
@RibsMedia One of the most criminally underrated DMs of his era. He never got the respect he deserved.
Tomas Graveson was important to the team because the other "Galacticos" were 💩 defensively.
He did all the hard work for them while they thrilled the crowd and got the goals.
@IykeNwaObi@ChuksEricE Not sensible...
Very greedy....
And very stingy.... $200 for FlagBoy wey stand as your surety for bail??
Chineke kpakwa gi oku dia!
@baba_Omoloro You can turn down the volume of the ringtone or better still put it in vibrate but close to you.
Some very important calls can come in at odd hours.
To the Atalanta family , after nearly four years, the time has come for me to say goodbye. From the moment I arrived in Bergamo, you welcomed me like one of your own and pushed me to be the best version of myself.
Together we made history. European champions, a night none of us will ever forget. Scoring a hat-trick in a European final and lifting a trophy with this club after a 61 year trophy drought will stay with me. Winning the Africa Player of the year award in 2024 as an Atalanta player will forever stay with me. Those moments, those emotions, those nights under the lights, they’re engraved in my heart.
Thank you to my teammates, the staff, the club. To the fans, your passion, your belief, your energy meant everything. From day one, you stood by me and by this team through every moment. Your passion, your voices, your belief never faded and together we achieved.
Every cheer, every banner, every away trip meant something. Thank you for making Bergamo feel like home and for giving me memories I’ll carry forever.
Grazie di tutto, ciao 💙🖤