a lecturer of mine has shared this drive link: an A to Z of POC voices in essential readings discussing racism and the role it has played in history, past present and future. I hope this helps: https://t.co/FK9sIyS0F7
#BlackLivesMatter
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…
I got custody of my little sister when she was 14. She’s 24 now. Yesterday she texted me,
“Check your bank. And don’t argue.” 😭
I opened it… and she sent money for groceries.
Said, “Buy something nice too. Not just bills.”
Ever since she started working, she randomly sends rice deliveries to the house, pays the internet before I even notice it’s due, shows up with takeout on nights she knows I’m tired.
I never ask. I don’t expect it. She just does it.
Last week I saw her fixing the electric fan for our younger cousins, teaching them how to budget their allowance, moving through life like someone who learned responsibility early.
And she did. Because we grew up together. Two kids pretending to be strong. Two kids figuring it out without a manual.
So let me applaud us quietly. I was a teenager playing parent. She was a child forced to grow up fast. But somehow… we didn’t break. We built something. And we made it.
35 years ago in Kwara State, a night of celebration became a nightmare when a building with 14 sleeping children caught fire. One man stepped in to stop a tragedy.
This is the story of Saka Daramola.
leaving Africa to come to a white man's country to preach to them about the religion they taught to your ancestors to oppress you is peak mental illness 😆
For an African with zero funds, tearing your ACL before trial in Europe and losing your mom while at it.. tore the 2nd ACL and still made it to the top.
Boniface has to be one of the athletes with the strongest mentality out there. Get well soon, I’m still a believer.
for those in the imperial core, to truly hate US imperialism is to betray your own complicity & that requires giving up one’s comfort.
The majority of the “US left” will not commit to that.
There’s nothing more painful than seeing innocent people left behind in prison. When I was being released today, I FELT GUILT because I left behind children or adults whose only “crime” is being poor or voiceless while the powerful walk free. It’s a brutal reminder that justice in Nigeria is often broken and sold. Every wrongful imprisonment steals time, hope, and dignity, and that’s why the fight for justice must never stop. #RevolutionNow
I'm not an atheist.
I simply outgrew the god they gave me,
The one who blessed ships full of chained Africans,
Who stayed silent in the face of apartheid,
Who watched children starve while preachers bought jets.
That's not a god - that's control disguised as faith.