I believe that, offline, Davido’s friends praise him as the lion of social media, and this seems to have gotten into his head. It certainly explains these lame clapbacks and his consistently poor choice of punching bags. For someone who has attained his level of success, this is embarrassing to watch. Erigga’s post is in plain English, and it is obviously not an attack on those who came from privileged homes, but a motivation for those who had no such head start and still fought their way up despite the odds stacked against them. You are not the only privileged kid in the industry, but you are obviously the only one insecure enough to hear an insult every time somebody praises those who started with less. I am glad you are being cooked by even your fans, and rightfully so.
Yesterday my lil bro called his babe and requested to switch to video call, she said her phone battery was low and her PB is also dead that sebi if he had bought generator for her she wouldn't have this issue.
My lil bro picked the car key and drove all the way to her house, since she said she was home. He got there knocked and realised she wasn't home. He called again to confirm if she was home, without telling her he was already at her house, she confirmed it again. My bro waited in his car, from around 3pm yesterday, hoping she would be back soon, 9pm she wasn't back and her phone was switched off.
He called me to explain the situation to me, i urged him to go back home but he refused, i stayed on call with him till night. So he slept in his car till daybreak and around 6:30am today he saw her coming back home with her pink mini box🤣
Obviously she spent the weekend elsewhere. My poor lil boy is heartbroken. I told the rest of the family what happened and dad told him not to drive, he went there himself to drive him back home.
Blood relation does not mean anything if they don’t show it.
Many of you try to be close to people who don’t like you because they are your supposed “blood relatives”.
Family is not always related by blood.
Look at Joseph in the Bible, if you doubt me.
Very useless fellow.
"Paul is going up, You dey go down"
If Paul is going up, Peter is going down - you might be tempted to ask where Jude is going to -
Definitely going to hell.
#Judesteinfiles#SurvivingJude#NotAllBloodIsFamily
Another video series dropped & I was ahead with my objective breakdown especially with Lola, Peter's wife - I would have said "you people will respect me by force" but it was pretty obvious.
So I will start by revising the probabilistic statements I made:
Is it possible that the genesis of Peter being strategically cut out is tied to his choice of a life partner? Most definitely Yes.
Did the dynamics of the group worsen because Peter decided to marry out of love and not for their approval? Most definitely Yes.
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Would the brothers primary hatred for Lola be because of tribe? Most likely Yes.
Was it worsened because of her age? Actually Yes.
Is this also the same reason, Twitter for Isiagu, is riding with Jude? Most definitely Yes.
Does Jude hate Peter? Factually Yes.
Does Paul hate Peter? Difficult to say.
Is Paul as naive and manipulated as we're painting him to be? Actually No. He's equally complicit.
Have Paul always known about Jude's dealings? Based on evidence, Yes. As long as he was getting more than Peter, Jude could have a field day.
Does Paul trust Jude? Most likely No. Why? Hmmm. When the group separated, why didn't Paul make Jude his manager? 👀
Should Peter wrap it up? Actually No. Not because it is juicy gist. This is just not airing family's dirty laundry - It is a multifaceted curriculum for artistes, family run businesses, intratribal couples, intentional parenting, coordinating sibling dynamics from formative ages.
With brothers like that, who needs enemies?
To the little boy from Rosario 🇦🇷,
One who was once too quiet, too fragile, too weak, too small - with a body that betrayed him but with dreams strong enough to power through.
The little boy from Rosario who left home before he was ready, burdened with the hopes of millions before he was old enough to carry his own.
To that little boy, I write as tonight might be your final dance. 🇦🇷 🇪🇸
You conquered Europe, conquered every record that they said would never fall - to the world, you were an undisputed genius but everytime you put on the Argentine camiseta, he felt like a curse trailed you.
One final lost after another. What mattered to you the most, to bring joy to the cot that cradled you was constantly out of your reach.
Every defeat you suffered kept reminding us, that maybe, you're just as human as we are.
Every time you cried from the bench with swollen feet, we watched and are reminded, maybe you're just as human.
You retired and we thought your story was over - we could still make peace with the joy you've given us from club spectacle.
Like the Phoenix that you are, you rose from the ashes that was designed to bury you - you walked back into storms that was orchestrated to sink you.
My dear little boy from Rosario 🇦🇷,
you walked back to the pitch - fingers pointed to your grandmother who first believed, doubled the joy you've always brought us, fulfilled your lifelong dreams, made new records and broke your own records.
I'm not even Argentine but you've spurred me to permanently chant:
"Soy hincha de la Selección,
La aliento con el corazón
Ganamos la tercera con Lionel
Queremos ser campeones otra vez"
Tonight is not just another final, Muchacho. Tonight is not just about the hunt for another trophy, Lionel.
Tonight is about the compression of a 2-decade story line from 2006 to 2026.
All the tears, heartbreaks, all the doubts & how you repeatedly resurrected with no points left to prove.
We might not have existed in the times of Shakespeare, Alexander the Great, Michangelo, Plato, Isaac Newton - but it's been the absolute privilege of our lives to have existed while you did, the absolute honor of our lives to have been your audience.
Long after stadiums rot into the ground in silence, and goals get forgotten - we will always remember how you made us feel.
One day when we're all frail and rottening in our grandpa era, our grandchildren will feel electric surges just from touching us - and it will be difficult for us to explain that it was your gift to us 70 years back.
Maybe your last dance, maybe one more dance - but we're privileged to be dancing with you again, Mi Capitan.
🐐 🇦🇷