Harry Maguire, who is English and Northern Irish…
… has been demographically replaced in the England World Cup team by an African named ‘Addji Keaninkin Marc-Israel Guéh’ born in Ivory Coast.
What’s the point in a ‘national’ football team if someone who is NOT from that nation can join?
Maguire should play for England. Guéh should play for Ivory Coast. Common sense.
I’m sure Maguire isn’t even allowed to contest this decision because, as his shirt says in the photo below, ‘no room for racism’.
All he wanted in that moment was one chance, just one, to say a proper goodbye.
His eyes carried the weight of everything he never got to fix.
He begged.
Not with pride, but with a broken, heavy heart.
He wept and called out to them the way only a father can:
“My children, please. We are victims too.”
Nobody answered.
They moved closer.
A knife found his throat.
A camera was already rolling.
He asked himself quietly, is this real?, and for a second, maybe he hoped it wasn’t.
But the blade didn’t lie.
The pain told him everything.
They didn’t stop.
Not until it was over.
Maybe he wasn’t your father.
Maybe he wasn’t from your tribe or your side of the country.
But death doesn’t check your ID or your region before it knocks.
If it could happen to him, it can happen to yours.
2027 is on the table.
And the choice sitting in front of you is simple, choose the money, choose the stomach infrastructure, choose the temporary, and we will bleed like this for another eight years.
The blood is already on the ballot.
Choose wisely.
A woman hears a knock. When she opens the door, a man asks, “Do you have a vagina?”
She slams the door in disgust.
The next morning, the same man knocks and asks the same question. She slams the door again.
That night, when her husband gets home, she tells him what happened.
In a loving voice, he says, “Honey, I’m taking tomorrow off to be home in case this guy shows up again.”
The next morning they hear a knock and both run to the door. The husband whispers, “Honey, I’ll hide behind the door and listen. If it’s the same guy, answer yes. I want to see where the bastard is going with this.”
She nods and opens the door.
Sure enough, the same man is there and asks, “Do you have a vagina?”
“Yes, I do,” she says.
The man replies, “Good! Would you mind telling your husband to leave my wife’s alone and start using yours?”
Absolutely nothing bothers Nigerians
A terrorist can shoot 1,000 people on camera, a politician can steal a bullion van and throw the cash on the air.
We all get angry at most 2 days and we are good to go.
Nothing bothers us here.