Watch this video about US depopulation programs carefully - how vaccines like diphtheria and tetanus are used to make people infertile to reduce births.
Zimbabwe was a sucker for this for decades from 1980-2012. Population failed to double in 3 decades.
Things I no longer tell a Zimbabwean, because they will not listen i just watch : 🔥
1. Stop buying luxury cars before you've built an asset portfolio that pays you while you sleep. A depreciating asset is not a flex, it's a slow leak bro a car depreciates fast
2. Stop the ad hoc holidays and "baecations" during your building years. That money doesn't come back with interest it comes back as regret. Build the base first, holiday later
2. Build homes, not monuments. Make them functional, cozy, beautiful not a 3-storey shrine to your ego on land that could've housed three tenants paying you rent. Your primary residence is a liability not an asset
3. Always live a few points behind your income. The gap is where wealth quietly grows
4. Your 20s, 30s and 40s are the build. It's only in your 50s the report card comes out , it will be clear who was compounding and who was spending for flex kufadza chaunga. By the time the 60s knock and it is retirement its almost game over , unless you are Colonel Sanders or Ray Kroc
5. Stop competing with the guy next door you don't even know if he's winning or drowning in debt run your own mile. Life isn't a race, it's a marathon with no spectators who matter. If you do good people talk if you mess up they will still talk. Do you wangu
6. The moment a purchase is for an audience instead of a purpose, you've already lost the plot and probably the money too. Imagine buying a car kuti 'vandione ' thats chibaharanzi LAST
7. Diversify before you decorate your life. Nobody's asset column ever grew because the ceiling was higher
8. A title, a car, and a big house mean nothing to a bank when the income stops. Build what pays you, not what impresses people
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Vultures eat anthrax, botulism, rabies, and cholera for breakfast.
Their stomach acid is among the most corrosive in the animal kingdom, with a pH around 1, low enough to dissolve the bones, hide, and pathogens of dead animals that would kill almost anything else.
A vulture eating a diseased carcass isn't a vector for disease, it's a terminus. The disease chain ends in the vulture's gut, and that's pretty hardcore.
When vulture populations crashed in India in the 1990s, rotting livestock carcasses sat where vultures used to clean them.
Feral dogs and rats took over the cleanup, both of which actually do spread rabies. Researchers later linked the vulture collapse to roughly 500,000 deaths in India over the following decade.
The same collapse is now underway in sub-Saharan Africa. Six of eleven African vulture species are threatened with extinction, primarily from poisoned poaching baits.
The animals nobody finds cute are doing more public health work than most of the species we actively protect.
What do the Bembas say about elders seeing seated what the young can’t see standing? Whenever you can, learn from the tired, old scripts of common scenarios. Patterns don’t lie. You don’t have to have your own personal experiences or wait to learn at great and irreversible cost.
He drives a school bus in Dallas, Texas. But the kids on his route call him something else — Dad.
Every morning before the sun is fully up, Curtis Jenkins pulls his yellow school bus to the curb and waits. Not just to pick up kids. To see them.
For seven years, Curtis noticed things other people missed. The little girl who folded her paper lunch bag perfectly every day but left it on the bus — because there was nothing inside. The boy whose shoes were too small. The kids who got on quiet, eyes down, carrying weight no child should have to carry alone.
So Curtis did something simple. He made his bus a community.
He gave every child a job — a greeter, an assistant, a "police officer" keeping order in the aisles. Every morning he'd call out, "We're going to care about each other and love everybody, right?" And 50 small voices would answer back.
But it didn't stop there.
Over the years, Curtis spent thousands of dollars of his own money — money he saved by skipping his own Christmas gifts with his wife — on birthday cards, bikes, backpacks, turkeys at Thanksgiving, and 70 hand-wrapped Christmas presents. He didn't buy random gifts. He asked each child what they wanted. Then he went and got exactly that.
No donation page. No announcement. No cameras.
When the story finally got out and people questioned how a bus driver could afford it, Curtis just smiled.
"It doesn't take money. It takes discipline."
But here's the part that will stay with you.
When a reporter asked the kids what they loved most about Curtis — not one of them mentioned the gifts.
A fifth grader named Ethan, whose parents had divorced when he was four, looked up and said quietly:
"He's the father that I always wanted. In some ways, I wish my dad could have been like that."
Curtis heard it. Didn't flinch. Just nodded.
"That's the paycheck right there," he said later. "If I can get that, you can keep the money."
He wasn't looking for a medal. He wasn't going viral on purpose. He was just a man who decided, every single morning, that his bus would be the safest place those kids walked into all day.
Sometimes the person who changes a child's life forever isn't a teacher or a coach or a counselor.
Sometimes it's the person behind the wheel of a yellow bus at 7 a.m. — who chose to show up, and chose to care, when nobody was asking him to.
Tag someone who needs to read this today. 💛
The CAF appeals panel, composed of nine members, issued an illegal decision in a complex case with only five members present, one of whom was no longer eligible to serve, while four members were absent from the session.
Every day reveals new elements in this resounding scandal against Senegal and Africa.
According to the mother: This happened today at around 4:00am. My son woke up saying his chest was hurting and that he needed to see a doctor. Normally I try to avoid rushing to the hospital because I know how he can be, but this time I decided to take him anyway.
On the way there he actually fell asleep, and for a moment I even thought of turning back. But something told me to keep going, so I drove straight to casualty at Groote Schuur Hospital.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to witness in the next two hours.
About two hours later, a woman came rushing into casualty screaming in a way that cuts straight through your heart. She was carrying her little daughter, who looked about 7 or 8 years old. The pain in that mother’s cry was something I will never forget.
Doctors rushed to help, and after a few minutes they came back and told the mother that her daughter was gone.
The mother let out the most heartbreaking scream. Everyone in that casualty fell silent.
But then something incredible happened.
Instead of collapsing, the mother suddenly started praying loudly.
“Lord remember me! Lord remember me! It’s me your servant. I have served you faithfully. You are not a man that you should lie!”
At that moment I found myself sitting there crying, and I didn’t even realise when I started praying with her. She began praying in tongues, and I joined in.
About an hour and a half later, the doctors came back again. The mother saw them and immediately asked, “Is she alive?”
And the doctor said something I will never forget:
“Yes… we’re preparing a bed for her in ICU.”
The entire room froze.
The mother screamed again, but this time it was different. She started thanking God, shouting “Jesus, you are faithful!”
What amazed me even more is that she didn’t run to go see her daughter immediately. She stayed there for another hour, still praying and thanking God.
All I can say is this: I recommend Jesus. I truly do.
Because today, with my own eyes, I witnessed something that felt like a miracle — the power of prayer.
There’s probably only a 1% chance that woman will ever read this, but if she does, I want her to know that she changed my life today.
I will never forget this day.
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Victor Osimhen: “I left home with a backpack and two pairs of clothes. The one I was wearing, and a green kit in my bag. Lucky green. We drove to Abuja in the oldest car you can imagine, and we arrived at midnight.
The next morning, the sun came up, and I saw 1 million kids with a dream.
Maybe 1 million is an exaggeration, but not by much. There must have been 900 kids waiting outside this stadium. The first day, I didn’t even get on the pitch. The second day, one of the coaches finally pointed at me.
‘Green shirt. Let’s go. You have 15 minutes.’
Just 15 minutes to change my life. I knew that the only way to impress them was to run. So I ran until I was sweating blood.
I ended up scoring 2 goals in 15 minutes.
I thought that maybe I had a chance. But then the coaches got on a microphone, and they addressed the crowd. They called out some names, and I did not hear my name. Everybody started walking to the parking lot.
My dream was dead. I was just about to get in the car when I heard people shouting.
‘Hey! Hey! The guy in green!’
Huh???
I turned around, and some kids were waving to me.
I pointed to my chest, like in the movies.
Me???
I looked behind me.
‘The guy in green!’
Lucky green.
I ran back over to them, and they said, ‘Hey, the coach wants to see you. The team doctor told him you were the guy who scored two goals. Are you the guy?’
I said, ‘I’m the guy!!! I’M THE GUY!!!!’
I went back into the stadium and the doctor was pointing at me and holding up two fingers.
He said, ‘That’s the kid.’
Two fingers saved me.
If the team doctor didn’t do that, I would not be a footballer today. I would probably be at the bottom of a well.”
Truly Inspiring! @victorosimhen9
LILIAN THURAM on R9: "The first time I faced Ronaldo Nazario I was at Parma and he was at Inter. The game started and after a while, I found myself face to face with him. He would line you up and caress the ball in a way that was so unusual it left you mesmerised. All of that at a speed never seen before.
That day he dribbled past me, left me frozen, and was heading straight for goal. I yelled at Cannavaro, take him down, take him down. Fabio fouled him and the ref booked him. On the next play, he pushed the ball forward at full speed and I had to foul him. Right then, Fabio looked at me and whispered: 'Lilian, we’re going to end up with 9 men tonight. How do we stop this guy?'
Ronaldo heard it all, came over to us, and with very basic Italian, said: sorry, I’m overdoing it. Cannavaro and I looked at each other and didn’t say a word. With those words, he made us feel so small, almost powerless. That was also part of being the Phenomenon. At the end of the match, I didn’t hesitate to go ask him for his jersey."
I’m a hiring manager. A guy came in for an interview. Resume was patchy. No degree. He was sweating. "Why should I hire you?" I asked. He looked down. "I just got out of prison. I did 5 years. I made a mistake when I was 19. Nobody will give me a chance. I will work harder than anyone you have because I have everything to lose." I looked at his hands. Calloused. I looked at his eyes. Desperate. I tossed his resume in the trash. He flinched. "I don't hire resumes," I said. "I hire men. You start Monday." That was 10 years ago. He’s my VP of Operations now. Give people second chances.
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Sigmund Freud believed a father must be a “threat,” not a friend, or the son never fully becomes a man.
A boy is born into the world of the mother, warmth, forgiveness, safety. But maturity begins only when the father introduces limits, hierarchy, and resistance.
Freud called this the “Law of the Father”. not violence, but authority that doesn’t collapse under emotion.
When a father becomes a buddy too early, the boy never exits childhood. Historically, initiation meant separation from the mother, fear, discipline, even pain. The father was the guide into danger, responsibility, and competition.
Today that role is diluted into reassurance and endless empathy. The result is visible everywhere: grown men addicted to comfort, terrified of criticism, avoiding risk, seeking approval.
Friendship with father is possible, but only after strength is proven, not before. Until then, firmness is not cruelty. It is preparation. The world will not negotiate. A father existed to make sure his son could survive that fact.
I congratulate my friend and brother, @AlikoDangote, on the remarkable achievement of the Dangote Petroleum Refinery reaching its full 650,000 barrels per day capacity.
More importantly, it is transformational for Nigeria and Africa. Supplying up to 75 million litres of PMS daily changes our energy narrative and conserving foreign exchangez
With domestic refining now firmly underway after decades of reliance on imports, pressure on the foreign exchange market should ease significantly. I am optimistic that the naira will strengthen meaningfully, and trading below ₦1,000/$1 before year-end is increasingly within reach.
Aliko is not stopping here. He has embarked on an additional $12 billion expansion to increase refining capacity to 1.4 million barrels per day, alongside 2.4 million tons of polypropylene and 400,000 metric tons of Linear Alkyl Benzene for detergent production. Work has already commenced in earnest.
Congratulations once again, my brother. Nigeria is proud of you 🏭🙌🏾… F.Ote💲