✊🏿 Vini Jr: “I will continue doing everything in my power to FIGHT against racism, so that the next generation will NOT have to suffer from it”.
“I will keep fighting for ALL black people who don’t have the platform I have”.
The temptation was too strong,
I joined them.
What started as me catching them red handed turned into one of the wildest nights of my teenage life.
They succeeded in shutting me up in the most effective way possible.
Even now, whenever I remember that night, I just shake my head and smile.
They started begging immediately. “Please don’t do this.” One of the girls, looked me straight in the eye and said, “Instead of reporting us, why not join us?”
The room went completely silent.
My brain was screaming at me to walk away, but I was only 19.
My hormones were on fire, and my body was already betraying me while I stood there pretending to be a saint.
Bodies everywhere, girls moaning, clothes scattered all over the floor, the thick smell of sweat, weed, and pure madness hanging in the air.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t even speak.
Then the rage hit. “What the fuck is this?!” I screamed.
Everything froze! My brother’s face turned pale, he looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
“I’m reporting this to our parents the moment they return from their trip,” I said coldly.
I came home earlier than usual that fateful day and heard music thumping low from my brother’s room.
I went to check on him like I normally do.
The moment I pushed the door open, the scene that greeted me stopped me in my tracks.
My brother was hosting a full blown orgy.
Ramon Abbas, popularly known as Hushpuppi, has reportedly been released from U.S. prison and he is back to Nigeria after being sentenced to prison since 2022. Congratulations to him.
Sources has it that he was released yesterday after serving his term, with reports linking his early release to good behavior and moral conduct while in custody.
Congratulations once again and Welcome back home, Ray Hushpuppi.
Five years ago, I saved up enough money to travel abroad.
My visa was approved, everything was ready, and my flight was just two weeks away.
I told my friends, and everyone was happy for me. At the time, I had about seven close friends, and three of them were already living abroad.
Since I was leaving soon, I decided to organize a farewell party for my friends and my girlfriend (now my ex).
We booked a hotel, ate, drank, laughed, and had a great time. It was supposed to be a beautiful memory before I started a new chapter of my life.
But four days later, something strange happened.
I started experiencing severe pain all over my body.
At first, I thought it was just a normal illness, so I bought some medication. But nothing worked.
Instead, the pain became worse with each passing day.
It got to the point where I couldn't even get out of bed.
My family rushed me to the hospital, where I spent three days. The doctors ran several tests but couldn't find anything wrong.
I was transferred to another hospital, but the result was the same.
After two more days, I was discharged because the doctors couldn't identify the cause of my condition. They advised my parents to seek another solution.
My parents were devastated.
They started taking me from one place to another, spending the money I had saved as my pocket expenses for my trip abroad.
Eventually, we visited a traditional healer.
After examining me, he said something that shocked everyone.
According to him, I had been poisoned.
He also said that if we had delayed for just two more days, I might not have survived.
He began treatment immediately but explained that my recovery would take about three weeks.
Three weeks?
My flight was only days away.
My parents had no choice but to let him continue the treatment.
After about two weeks, I gradually began to recover.
But by then, my flight had already departed.
The visa, the plans, the money... everything was gone.
I had already sold most of my belongings in Nigeria in preparation for the move.
So I had to start my life all over again, including moving back in with my mom.
To this day, I'm still trying to get back on my feet.
One lesson I learned the hard way:
Avoid bad friends.
Many of these children are taken from their parents with several promises regarding their welfare and education.
However, in the end, they are maltreated, mistreated, and turned into maids.
Worse still, they are not allowed to wear decent clothes, eat at the table with their employers’ children, or even socialize with them, they are literally isolated.
That being said, children should not be turned into house helps in the first place.
This practice needs to end.
The only thing that amazes me is how people are losing their minds over her take.
What exactly were you expecting from a person with such a vile and despicable character?
It's painfully obvious Alabi is suffering in that marriage, the man looks drained and miserable lately.
Someday the full truth will explode in your faces.
And let’s be honest, if he was the one with the child-bearing issues, that witch would’ve dumped him long time ago.
"After deep reflection, I’ve chosen to speak my truth publicly: I am bisexual.
Football is my everything, the pitch, the goals, the dreams for France and my club. But I also want to live honestly, without hiding who I am.
I’m still the same Kylian: the kid from Bondy chasing greatness, the forward who fights for every ball. This changes nothing about my hunger on the field.
Love is love. Let’s keep the focus on respect and the beautiful game.
Thank you for the love. Allez les Bleus 💙"