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@Arikhanogbeide @Jogggg__ Done

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@Jogggg__ Done

[gunmanisak @Jogggg__]

In nigeria once you meet your fellow liverpool fan you guys just turn to brothers immediately

[Uchechukwu Nwaohiri @Uchesworld]

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[𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑🎬❤️ @_aaronmylove]

Nigga scored 198 in JAMB, the house went mute. No shouting/advice. Just tension.

Evening came, daddy was to go out.

Dad: Pass me the car key.
Doe: Sir?
Dad: Is your ear paining you? I said pass me the car key
Mum: Or you cannot pass that one too?

He scored 279 the next year💀

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Loads of people in the comments just finding out Janet Jackson is MJ's sister 😆 🤣

[The Driven Man @Thedrivenman]

50-50 means 50-50

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How is this even a thing? Anytime I see such comparisons I just chalk it down to ragebait

[Victor @Vic_200_tor]

Prime salah or prime saka ?

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Never forget

[Ben Pescod @benpescod_]

Absolute icon. Never forget it.

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[Big Wums ✨ @WumiTuase]

A Love Story ✨❤️
@fatimahgimsay @NoraAwolowo @mikeafolarin.

[Big Wums ✨ @WumiTuase]

You asked for romance & @fatimahgimsay delivered.

Olólùfẹ́, an ode to love ✨❤️
With @wumituase & @mikeafolarin.
Writer/Director- @fatimahgimsay
Cinematographer/Editor- @noraawolowo
Production House - Rixel Studios

[ZAHEER! @iam_YCee]

Personally. I don’t just want this current administration to be ousted and kicked out come 2027. Like that’s not enough for me. I need them ALL publicly shamed, hung from the gallows, incarcerated, put down like rabid dogs, exiled from the land, firing squad, lethal injection, electric chair, Wiped off the face off the earth and treated like the absolute cancer that they fucking are. We should all share the highest level of ANGER for the current crop of politicians in power.

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@The_olufisayo Abi ooo!

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The rubbish you people have started doing on this app ehn!
You will post half-gist and end it with "you will never guess what happened".

Am I the only one peeved by this???

[Jude Ụkadịlọnụ 🇳🇬 @jude_ukadilonuu]

If the algorithm showed you my art, I appreciate any support I get 🤍

[🇨🇭🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿InLucysHead🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇨🇭© @InsideLucysHead]

"So, how was your holiday in Africa, Dave?"

"Don't remind me," says Dave, "I very nearly got myself killed!"

"Go on, what happened?" he asks.

"Well, I was hiking in the Savannah when a lion appeared out of the blue and started chasing me. I ran for my life, but the lion kept getting closer, and then just as it was about to pounce for the kill, it suddenly slipped and broke its leg."

"You really are a brave guy, Dave. I would have shit myself!"

Dave replied,

"What do you think the lion slipped on?"

[Afshine Emrani MD FACC @afshineemrani]

In medical school, we are taught a golden rule: "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras." It is a reminder to look for the common explanation before the exotic one. But after decades in cardiology, I’ve learned that if a patient is still suffering after the "horses" have been ruled out, a doctor must have the courage—and the curiosity—to go hunting for the zebra.

Sarah was a thirty-four-year-old marathon runner and a devoted mother who came to me after six months of being told she was "fine." She had been bounced from one specialist to another, each one pointing to her normal EKG and standard blood tests as proof that her crushing fatigue and racing heart were simply the result of "new mom stress." By the time she reached my office, she didn't just look tired; she looked invisible, as if the medical system had stopped seeing the woman and only saw the data.

Instead of re-reading the normal test results that had already failed her, I asked Sarah to walk me through her life. We talked about her training and her family, eventually landing on a backpacking trip she took to the Mendoza province of rural Argentina. She described staying in a charming, rustic cottage made of sun-dried mud bricks. She mentioned waking up one morning with a strangely swollen, purple eyelid that she assumed was a simple spider bite.

As she spoke, a memory surfaced from a biography I had read years ago about Charles Darwin. Most people know Darwin for his theories on evolution, but medical historians have long puzzled over the mysterious, debilitating illness that plagued him for decades after he returned from his voyage on the HMS Beagle. Darwin had written in his journals about being bitten by the "great black bug of the Pampas" while sleeping in mud-walled huts in South America. He spent the rest of his life suffering from heart palpitations and exhaustion that the Victorian doctors of his time could never explain.

I realized then that Sarah wasn't suffering from stress; she was likely hosting the same "silent killer" that may have haunted Darwin: Chagas Disease.

The "Kissing Bug" lives in the cracks of those mud-brick walls. It bites its victims—often near the eyes or mouth—while they sleep, passing a parasite called Trypanosoma cruzi into the blood. The danger of Chagas is that the initial symptoms disappear quickly, but the parasite can hide in the body for years, slowly weaving itself into the muscle and electrical "wiring" of the heart.

To confirm this, I moved beyond the standard tests. I ordered a specialized "Strain Rate" ultrasound, which doesn't just look at whether the heart is pumping, but at how the individual muscle fibers are stretching. We saw that while her heart looked strong to the naked eye, the fibers were "stuttering," a sign of early parasite-induced scarring. A specific blood test for the parasite's antibodies confirmed the diagnosis.

Treatment required a difficult, sixty-day course of anti-parasitic medication to stop the infection, paired with a protective heart regimen to keep her electrical system stable while the inflammation settled. Because we caught it before her heart was physically damaged or enlarged, the recovery was a success.

Months later, Sarah returned to my office, her vibrant energy restored. She brought me a leather-bound copy of The Voyage of the Beagle with a note tucked inside. She wrote that while other doctors had looked at her charts, I had looked at her. This case remains a vital reminder for my memoir: in a world of high-tech scans and AI, the most sophisticated diagnostic tool we possess is still the human story. When we truly listen, we don't just find the disease—we find the patient.

Good morning.

[9mmSMG @9mmsmg]

Sitting on the toilet, in the zone. My wife's friend is loud and I can still faintly hear her which is disappointing. I hear a knock on the door and I shout "yeah" which is a universal sign that someone is in the bathroom. It's her and she asks "Oh are you in the bathroom?" That's a stupid question because she's talking to me through the bathroom door, so I say "no" sarcastically.

She opened the door. I was supposed to replace the lock last week because it's a button lock and about 50% of the time it looks locked and isn't. I really should have.

Why would she open the door? How dumb can a human be?

[LADE HERSELF @Thebiglade]

This generation uses ‘I don’t owe anyone anything’ to dodge accountability. But you do. You owe apologies to people you hurt. Gratitude to those who showed up. Respect to those you disrespected. That’s not weakness. That’s maturity.