I was sacked from a company where I worked for only 12 hours.
Yeah, I worked just 12 hours, and the operations manager told me not to come the next day.
Here’s how it went down: I got a job in a brewing company in Benin where they brew malt.
To enter the company, you have to know the contractors inside, as they bring in new workers.
My guy connected me to one, and luckily I was told to resume my first night shift from 7pm till 7am.
They provide dinner, so on my first night I ate two plates of hot jollof rice with chicken and two malts to wash it down.
The shift started and I was placed on a line where drinks passed and filled the bottles. Some bottles got bad, and I was supposed to throw them into a drum.
Instead, I drank them. I urinated every 20 minutes and kept going.
Before I knew it, I lost count of how much I drank and slept off on the line.
I heard a loud noise as drinks scattered everywhere. The contractor came shouting that I slept off because I drank too much malt.
The next morning, he didn’t pay me. He said I had already eaten and drunk my first day’s salary and shouldn’t bother coming back.
Na that day I know say some jobs are not for everyone.
Another day to remind you that you shouldn’t sleep with women you have financial dealings with.
The sex may be consensual but in her head,she has paid you.
Keep your Penis aside & forget all these people forming hard guy”. If you ever get your money,it may not be drama free.
All you hungry & broke girls that like to hang out with men who buy you shisha.
Let me educate you.
Smoking shisha is far more dangerous than smoking cigarettes.
While you're busy using your ringlights & phone in a bar to "pepper dem" on social media, you dey die dey go.
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Rewatched highlights from the Algeria match and I could see how Messi was flowing with the team.
It made sense of him to be the goal scorer for Argentina because he was everywhere a goal could be scored from.
You can't camp in the opponent's box and wait for a pass as if your opponents are children.
Get involved. Fight. Eventually you'll get the ball in
If you’ve ever made a wrong decision in your life, let the fact that you chose to love and support Lionel Messi make up for it. Because when it comes to making the best decisions for yourself, choosing Messi is right up there with the very best🥹🥹
This was too painful to read. Damn! 💔
The worst part of this is that, no matter how much money he makes, the money will never make sense to him because the one person he wants to enjoy it with, is gone. The one thing that brings him joy is football but the happiness will always be inchoate because his cheer leader will never be there to see it.
That is a vacuum money can't fill, and this is the biggest tragedy of all.
🇨🇮 Yan Diomandé’s letter to his sister through @PlayersTribune:
“Dear Roxane,
Remember when someone bought me a fake United shirt, and I wrote “Ronaldo 7” on the back with a black Sharpie? We didn’t know what rich or poor was. We only knew happiness.
Remember the 25 people sleeping in just one house back in Abidjan? Mom wanted to watch her soap operas. Everyone wanted to watch movies. Remember how I’d always pretend I was asleep and then sneak to the TV room after midnight? I’d turn the TV way down low. Like, just two volume bars. I’d watch soccer in the dark and dream.
Remember when the grown-ups saw me playing soccer on the dirt and gave me the nickname “Roberto Carlos” because of how hard I kicked? And remember how I secretly got so mad about it, because CR7 was my idol?
Remember when I went to play so far from home? I was 9 years old. Inter Foot Sud Comoé, way out near the border with Ghana. Just a little boy all alone. I don’t know if I ever told you this story, but me and the other kids used to go to the village and steal potatoes because we were so hungry. We called it a “bank heist.” Two kids would distract the shop owner, and the other 18 would run off with two potatoes. They weren’t even good. But they tasted amazing. Hahahah. Even today, it’s my favorite thing to eat. Boiled potatoes with a little oil. It takes me back to those times.
Remember when I got my first real pair of cleats, and I slept with them? Growing up, I always played in those white plastic sandals. Even when I go back home now, I still play in them. It’s our tradition.
Remember when I’d come back home, and you’d tell my neighborhood friends: “Why’d you stop training? Yan’s not gonna buy you cars. You gotta keep working.” You were 10 years old, and you were already my agent.
Remember how we’d sit and dream about moving to France? How we’d go shopping, have our own apartment, and I’d be a rich soccer player, with cars and a big house, and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You were the one who always believed I could be the next Cristiano, when everyone else was laughing.
Remember when I moved to the United States for high school, at 15 years old, and I missed home so much? For months, I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. They sat me next to a French boy, and he’d try to translate everything the teacher said. Remember when I called you and said: “You won’t believe it, the kids here argue with the teachers.” Back home, you know, we wouldn’t even dare blink at our elders.
Remember when I couldn’t believe the boys smoked after school? You used to say it felt like I was in an American TV show.
Remember when they took me for trials at Bournemouth? At Chelsea, Rangers, Olympiacos, Crystal Palace? Eze and Olise came up to me after a training session and said: “Hey, kid, you’re really good.”… but even then, they didn’t sign me.
Even the MLS B teams didn’t want me. I didn’t even know why. They never gave me a reason. The adults handled everything. They just kept taking me all over Europe, and everyone kept saying no.
My visa expired. My dream was over. They sent me back to Africa, and we cried together. You were the only one who never stopped believing. A few weeks later, I signed with Leganés, and we cried different tears.
That was back when I still had emotions. Now, I don’t feel anything. It’s like I’m not even human. Since you died, I’m just empty.”
I won’t advise you to stop betting because I know you won’t listen, but please avoid virtual betting and casino betting.
You can never win against the bookies or the computer.
Focus on real sports played by human beings, please 🙏
You just made your first $1M. Your brain immediately jumps to the bigger house, the nicer car, that business idea you’ve been itching to execute.
Resist all of it, that instinct is exactly why most people who come into money are broke again within a few years.
The move nobody teaches you: do nothing.
Let it sit. Don’t deploy it, don’t try to flip it, don’t show it off. Park it somewhere safe that pays you while you think. Lock it into a 2–3 month yield-bearing instrument e.g T-bills, low-risk positions, safe and battle-tested protocols.
You’re not trying to get rich off it; you’re already there. You’re buying yourself time to think clearly and getting paid to do it.
Run the numbers. $1M at just 5% APR:
→ $50,000 a year → $4,167 a month → $137 a day
Every day you wake up, $137 landed in your account. You didn’t touch your principal. You didn’t lift a finger, and if that 5% compounds daily, you’re closer to $51,200 a year, the money starts making money on the money.
So before you spend a single dollar or naira, ask yourself one question: can this purchase pay for itself from the interest alone? If yes, you’ve earned it. If no, you’re eating your seed.
Anyone can GET money. Keeping it is a different skill entirely and it starts with the discipline to sit still while everyone expects you to splurge.
Sometimes parking it and letting it pay you is the best play ever. This is from experience, don’t joke with your once-in-a-lifetime SEED when it comes your way.
Eric here again with every bit of our silent thoughts.
The month of June is for Men’s mental health, and we are saying thank you to all the men out there making sacrifices to attain fulfillment for their families.
After abusing and using fire to torture that little boy, this evil woman is crying and pleading that her child be allowed to go to jail with her because he's not feeling fine. So she knows how to love a a child and she chose to be a monster??
I hope she rots in jail.