@iamtriplebee@_AsiwajuLerry Not faulting her for taking that decision but one thing is sure as a striker in the box, you are a king any slight touch it a pen, but for me she probably saw oshoala but also she saw the post and felt like she could score
@iamtriplebee@_AsiwajuLerry See again ehn as a footballer, your eyes can see your surroundings, when you watch the replay, you see that little break before playing the ball that where some how you will see ur white teammates jersey, this thing is like a 1 seconds decision
@iamtriplebee@_AsiwajuLerry The last match against Egypt
Ajibade gave a pass like that without even looking and it resulted in a goal, hers was even tight
@JoeCryptFx@iamtriplebee@_AsiwajuLerry No doubt anyone can make that mistake, but the point is it easier to knock that pass with an outside foot than to try and score, see ehn you don’t need to raise ur head up before you know someone is beside you, on field you can shirt colors that how you know
@iamtriplebee@_AsiwajuLerry My bro Okoronkwo clearly sees oshaola but you see in football, the pressure can make you take hasty decisions, and some times you as a striker probably already saw a clearer view of the post in your head but it just unfortunate.
@ChuksEricE The truth is if a Nigerian guy comes out clean and say he want just sex most lady see them as being rude and lack respect for ladies, then the lady ghost them. It vice versa aunty
That was the day Kayode left the slum for the first time. He wasn’t just going to the city… he was going to a future he never knew was waiting for him.
THE END
The next morning, sirens echoed through the slum. The rescued victims returned—this time with the police. Within minutes, the kidnappers were surrounded, arrested, and their reign of terror was over.
Without thinking twice, Kayode found a way to free them. They thanked him with tears in their eyes and fled into the night, promising they would never forget the boy who saved them.
Curiosity pulled him closer. He pushed open the broken door… and froze. Dozens of frightened people were locked inside. The kidnappers hadn’t been hiding treasure. They’d been hiding people.
One evening, the kidnappers left in a hurry before the show was over. As silence returned, Kayode heard a faint humming voice coming from a building no one ever entered…
As he searched, Kayode always sang. His voice was so calm, so beautiful, that even the kidnappers stopped what they were doing to listen. Soon, they began gathering every evening just to hear the orphan sing.
For years, kidnappers had been bringing their victims into abandoned buildings in the slum. Kayode never knew. While everyone feared the streets, he spent his days searching through piles of dirt for something to eat.
For years, kidnappers had been bringing their victims into abandoned buildings in the slum. Kayode never knew. While everyone feared the streets, he spent his days searching through piles of dirt for something to eat.
At sixteen, he made himself a promise: “Before I die, I’ll see what lies beyond these streets.” He had no idea that the city was already looking for him
Story time
Kayode never knew his parents. The slum raised him. The streets taught him. The rooftops were the closest he’d ever come to seeing the world beyond