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[SizZzle. 😎🇳🇬 @n6oflife6]

Take the Military out of The NYsC camp and Cultists will have a field day there. Dem go Kpai People Shege. Certain Camps will become NoGo Areas for Graduates from Certain groups. Everywhere go begin Hot. Have you ever heard of a cult clash in an NYSC Vamp. Why do you think so? 😎

[damilola @damidbaer]

@ProfumoNG @Jydzman run am for your boy. Thanks

[Duru Bond @Bond_not_james]

Watch this video carefully.

Imagine if a woman was talking about gRAPE, and a man interjected saying men get gRAPED too?

This is how voices of men have been silenced over time, on every platform.

Only female feelings and opinions are valid.

But I’m glad there’s a growing number of men who are speaking up and won’t back down.

[Savage Gentleman @Fel_Steve]

This one na original, e dey last 4yrs 😍😍😍

[damilola @damidbaer]

Na Arsanal go score again to win.

[Cuddles @_manddie]

If you’re looking for an action packed tv show to watch this weekend on Netflix, then SWAT is for you.

[César Azpilicueta @CesarAzpi]

Good morning ☕️

[Chelsea FC @ChelseaFC]

Azpi. 💙

[Chelsea FC @ChelseaFC]

Iconic.

[Chelsea FC @ChelseaFC]

Club legend Cesar Azpilicueta will retire from football at the end of the season.

Congratulations on a superb career, Azpi, and thank you for everything. 💙

[damilola @damidbaer]

Legend!!!

[César Azpilicueta @CesarAzpi]

Dear football,

Today, I want to share with you that this season will be my last as a professional footballer. After so many years living my dream, I feel it’s time to start a new chapter in my life.

Being honest, even though I have been preparing myself for this moment, I found it hard to write this letter. After 20 seasons , many people have played an important role in my career.

When I first kicked a ball as a child in Pamplona with my schoolmates, I never imagined the amazing journey ahead. I’m grateful for every moment: the wins, the tough losses, the challenges, and most of all, the people I’ve met and the friendships I’ve made along the way.

To my teammates, coaches, and every staff member at all the clubs I’ve been lucky to be part of, thank you for helping me grow as a person and a player every day. Wearing the shirts of CA Osasuna, Olympique Marseille, Chelsea FC, Atlético de Madrid, Sevilla FC, and representing my country at the biggest stages has been a true privilege. Every moment has meant so much to me…

[AJ @JayOkla]

@damidbaer Brother!!! Na people like you sabi the struggle 🫶🏽

[damilola @damidbaer]

@JayOkla Congratulations baba...you guys deserve this, una don too try. I just dey remember your numerous lamentation back then at that viewing centre in Ogbomosho. Lol

[Oyindamola🙄 @dammiedammie35]

They took their ‘oyinbo’ friends to try Nigerian dishes for the first time… pounded yam and egusi soup/vegetable soup 🍲 😂

[damilola @damidbaer]

Delap!

[Rola @kofoworola__a]

Chelsea fans, which player do you think should be the first to leave under Xabi?

[Rola @kofoworola__a]

Chelsea fans, which player do you think should be the first to leave under Xabi?

[Iyalaya @lollylarry1]

I bet this is worth watching

[Chelsea Loan Army @ChelseaIoanArmy]

The Premier League trophy should go to VAR 🙏🏽

[Conn @ConnCFC]

Who remembers this when Trossard pushes Sanchez? Goal was given.

Just unbelievable

[smv @slimvnsn]

My friend Femi called me at 2am from Winnipeg and said he could not feel his feet.

Not physically. He was standing in his kitchen. He could see his feet. He could wiggle his toes. But the feeling he meant was different. The feeling he meant was the one that makes getting out of bed worth doing. The one that makes food taste like something. The one that makes a person believe tomorrow is a promise and not a threat.

Femi had been a software engineer for 6 years. He worked remotely. Good salary. Good apartment. Good life on paper. On paper he was fine. Inside he was a house with all the lights off.

I told him to stay on the phone. I told him to sit down. I asked if he had eaten. He said he couldn't remember. I asked if he had slept. He said sleep was just closing his eyes and waiting for the alarm to reduce the suffering. I asked if he had thought about hurting himself. He was quiet for too long.

I did not give him advice. I did not tell him to pray about it. I did not tell him to exercise more or drink more water or think positive. I told him I was booking a flight. He said I was crazy. I said I was coming anyway.

Winnipeg in November is not a city. It is a punishment for people who underestimated winter. The cold was a thing with teeth. Femi picked me up at the airport. He looked thinner. Smaller. Like the geography of his body had been redrawn by sadness.

We did not talk about his feelings. We did not talk about his depression. We ate pounded yam at a Nigerian restaurant near Portage Avenue. We played FIFA and argued about Arsenal. We sat in his living room and watched the snow fall and said nothing for hours. The silence was not empty. The silence was the medicine.

I helped him find a therapist. A Black woman from Ghana who understood that mental health was not a white people invention. She understood the weight of being the first generation to succeed and the last generation to remember poverty. She understood that depression could wear a dashiki and go to church and still destroy you from the inside.

Femi still lives in Winnipeg. He still sees the therapist. He still calls me at 2am sometimes but now the calls are different. Now he tells me about a date he went on. A project he is building. A joke he heard that made him laugh until his stomach hurt.

The last call was 3 months ago. He said he felt his feet again. He said they were cold because Winnipeg is still Winnipeg. But he felt them.

Your brain can get sick too. Don't fight it alone.