You will never fully understand and empathize with a group calling for justice for having been shortchanged or robbed off a precious asset until a sibling, friend or colleague has fallen victim to same.
Our beloved Lois Abena Koranteng didn't deserve this!!!
#JusticeForLois
The Vini-Mbappe problem is literally one of the easiest problems Mourinho will solve in his career. Let me explain.
From everything, it’s clear Mbappe is aligned with Xabi Alonso while Vinicius is aligned with Arbeloa. I think there is pressure mounting on Mbappe right now. Dembele winning the UCL and probably the Ballon d’Or is enough to fuel him. It’s a World Cup year. A good performance at club level and a good World Cup performance can easily give him his Ballon d’Or too. Things were going according to plan top of the table, top scorer, and a good run in the UCL as well. Then Vinicius tears everything apart with his beef with Xabi Alonso.
The club backs Vinicius ahead of Xabi Alonso and Alonso gets sacked. He is replaced by Arbeloa, who hasn’t coached a first team in his life before. Obviously Mbappe will be mad. To Vinicius, he played a major role in bringing 2 UCL trophies, so he deserved to lead the project and felt disrespected by Xabi Alonso.
Half of the dressing room agreed Xabi Alonso was the right manager for the project. The other half agreed Vinicius wasn’t being treated well by Xabi.
Álvaro Arbeloa takes over and makes Vinicius his darling boy. Mbappe’s fire from the beginning of the season dims. He mentally checks out of the season and leaves Vinicius to lead the club the way he wanted. Vini feels Mbappe is not helping the club now that Arbeloa is the manager. Mbappe thinks the initial plan has been derailed by Vinicius.
Dembele, Haaland, and maybe even Lamine Yamal go to the World Cup with at least 2 trophies while Mbappe is trophyless. Even if France wins the World Cup, it still puts Dembele in a better position.
Mourinho’s job is literally to make them both understand that the fire and passion they have should be channelled into winning trophies for Madrid and not for themselves. Once he makes them understand that winning for Madrid means winning for yourself, the problem is solved. And for a manager like Jose Mourinho, talking sense into players is not a problem for him. He creates soldiers that go to war for him, and Mbappe and Vinicius are players that will go to war for any manager they believe in.
I don’t think Mbappe or Vinicius will leave. What I see is Mbappe terrorising the league next season with goals. I see Vinicius having more freedom upfront to be himself. And with the right reinforcements because obviously they have a couple of rubbish players in that team Madrid will be back up. Next season will be one for the books.
That’s my theory and prediction. Bye.
This is legit… Please, help me reach that person 🙏
Celine Dion battled this too, and by GOD’s grace she’s okay now ❤️. I’m holding onto that same hope.
But survival has a price tag: $88,800 for IVIG 💔. Dad’s gone. If you can help me reach them, you might be saving me 😔✊🏾.
I’m going to need all of us to collectively agree to this 👇🏾
Poksville >>>>> Pokuase
Amastown >>>> Amasaman
ABK >>>>>>>>> Ablekuma
Afi Hills >>>>>> Afienyah
Pobs Estate >>> Pobiman
Gbawe, Kasoa…. I’m sorry I can’t help 🙏🏽
DEATH IS INDEED CLOSER TO US THAN WE THINK
After my tweet on Anthony Joshua’s accident and the tragic death of his close associate yesterday, the one profound lesson that stuck with me is that the end of our time is often lurking where we least expect it. While we look at that tragedy from a distance, my own story isn’t far from what has just happened.
On the 15th of July this year, I boarded a flight to Nigeria without telling a soul. The plan was a surprise visit. Since I wouldn't land until past 7 PM and my parents' house was quite far, I decided to head to my sister’s place near the airport (MMA). It was supposed to be the safest, quickest option. My sister, of course, had no idea I was even in the country.
I boarded the first Keke without issue, but five minutes into the second ride, just 30 steps away from my aunt’s gate, chaos ensued. The Keke nearly ran head-first into a trailer. I was sitting in the front, completely exposed.
To this moment, I cannot explain how we missed that impact; it was nothing short of divine intervention. If we had crashed, I would have been the first casualty, likely crushed instantly.
Later that night, as the adrenaline faded, a cold shiver ran down my spine. The "What Ifs" were louder than the crash could have been.
If I had died right there at that gate, my aunt would have heard the bang. She might have looked out the window, shaken her head at the "reckless drivers" of Lagos, and pitied the anonymous body bleeding on the asphalt.
She would have gone to bed praying for a "stranger," never knowing that the broken body outside was the younger brother she thought was safe in Europe. The surprise I planned would have been delivered by a police officer knocking on her door to identify a corpse.
But what froze me the most was the geography of it all. The hospital just down the road—the one where they would have rushed my lifeless body—is the exact same hospital where my mother gave birth to me.
Think about the terrifying poetry of that: To travel thousands of miles only to have my life clock stop at the exact coordinate where it started. To leave the world through blood in the very same building where I arrived through blood.
I sat there shaking my head at the irony. I had survived a 7-hour flight across oceans, only to almost lose my life in a 5-minute Keke ride on a quiet street. We walk around planning for the next decade, forgetting that we don't even own the next minute.
Death is indeed closer to us than we think.
May the Almighty grant the family of the deceased the fortitude to bear this sudden loss, and may He protect us all from the sudden calamities of night and day.