This una “I’m too woke” attitude.
They’ve won the competition o, you can rest now.
These U17 girls are supposed to be locked in for a FINAL, yet they’ve been all over TikTok the whole day.
Super Falcons coming to show support is one thing. Going live with a streamer right before the biggest match of their lives is pure unseriousness.
Focus? Concentration? Discipline?
Nigeria will never stop looking unorganised when it matters most.
This is why we keep failing at the highest level.
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I still dey pay #500 to charge my powerbank
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Hi guys! ❤️
We're doing another fundraiser for @AduratheArtist and his dad, who has been diagnosed with prostate cancer.
The goal is to raise ₦20 million, and ₦9.1 million has already been raised. We still have ₦10.9 million to go.
Please support if you can. Every contribution helps, and if you can't contribute financially, a repost or helping spread the word would mean a lot.
Let's show up for Adura and his family. ❤️🤝🏾
Truella ✨ retweeted
Saturday long run…
It’s the season of smashing PRs…✨
I tried a new route today and I nearly gave up cause of elevation, phew…
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so many ‘fans’ are in a prison of their own. like you do not have to support or talk about anybody you can’t stand, that’s as simple as that. so many people need to free themselves from celebs they supposedly love instead of making snark comments on the internet.
You guys talk to her as if you know her personally and she’s obligated to take your advice. If you don’t like the kind of music she puts out, sign out. This constant badgering, as if she owes you anything or as if you care more about her career than she does. She didn’t send you on this mission you’ve undertaken. You don’t own these people.
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These painting are available for #100,000 ($100) each
Please retweet so we can get them sold and help raise money for my dad’s surgery
When my dad died, I had to get his⚱️ & belongings. Apt staff led us to his unit, & we spent the next 30 mins digging through his stuff, sniffing his clothes & crying on his bed. We got a knock on the door. It was the tenant of the unit. We were in a stranger’s unit. This was us:












































