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Vinicius Jr: “I want to make history at Real Madrid, reaching 500 games at the club”

“It is an unexplainable feeling to be captain of the best club in the world for the first time at 24 years old”.

History in the making. My voice will be heard

The great courageous act that we must all do is to have the courage to step out of our history and past so that we can live our dreams

One day my story will definitely change

Last week Sunday, my wife woke up very early and began to cook. I was sleeping and was perceiving aroma of food.

I haven't tasted the food nor know what she was preparing but the aroma alone can tell what she was cooking.

I inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly to the aroma.

The aroma of what I perceived was like fried chicken and egg with other goodies which i can't predict.

It was like a dream.

The aroma of her cooking woke me up from cloud nine. Everywhere in the house was stew.

The aroma of the food she was cooking over shadow the room fresher of the house.

So I woke up and stylishly walked towards the kitchen door. Immediately she heard my footsteps, she jammed the kitchen door.

I pushed the kitchen door and walked in and stood.

She immediately covered the already fried chicken and stood staring at me.

"Good morning my sweetest queen, my world queen, the only queen that gives me joy when sad." I hailed.

She gazed at me and shook her head the negative way.

I held her round her waist and kissed her neck.

She turned, looked at me, and smiled without uttering a word.

"Hope you are fine?"

"I am fine." She replied.

"Ok. Is there anything you would want me to help you with? Like to cut meat, to help you fry you know.. that can thing."

She stared at me and smiled.

"Apart from money O, if it's money don't ask me, and if it's to pound yam don't also ask. Those two things I mentioned zero them from your question." I interrupted.

Immediately she turned and focused on her cooking without a word.

"Cut small meat for me to eat na."

"Noop."

"please na, is me your husband."

"NO!!" She raised her voice.

"But why?"

"Because me myself haven't tasted any yet till we both return from church we will eat as we like."

"And why is your mouth oily if true, true you haven't tasted any?" I asked.

"I am not giving you a cut. Cut for me, cut for me before I know what's up the pot will be empity. I don't want history to repeat itself. So no meat for you till we return from church."

"Eheeen?"

"Eheeen." she replied.

"I don't think I will even be going to church today." I said.

She immediately turned and looked at me in surprised.

"Why won't you be going to church? See, we will go to this church together. I see no reason of you staying home." She shouted.

" I have reasons O."

"Which are?"

"My clothes are not ironed and I haven't polish my shoe."

"I have done that already."

"You ironed the one I don't want to wear and polished the shoe I don't like wearing."

"Which do you want to wear to church?" She asked.

"That my white native."

"I have ironed it already. Infact, I ironed all your clothes last night so get dress before I finish in the kitchen."

"My stomach is paining me. I don't think I will be going today. Just go and pray for us." I said to her, and left the kitchen.

30 minute later she finished everything and came back and met me on bed pressing my phone.

"Like seriously you are not going?" She asked angrily.

"I have told you my stomach is paining me." I replied carelessly.

"Let nothing happen to the food in the kitchen must especially the meat." She warned.

"What do you mean?" I mumbled like someone that wants to take his last breath.

"I have told you already. Infact, don't worry I think I know what to do."

"What will you do?"

"Only me know what to do." She replied.

I covered myself in blanket and continued shouting my stomach.

She glared at me and walked out of the bedroom without a word.

Immediately I heard the sound of her car, I jumped down from the bed and went straight to the kitchen.

I got to the kitchen but couldn't find the pot nor the meat crumbs in the pot.

I opened the fridge, the cupboard still nothing.

"Where this woman hide this thing?" I whispered to myself.

I searched all the house but couldn't find it. I even checked under the carpet, the sitting room but nothing.

I got tired and gave up searching.

After church service, my wife drove home. When I heard the sound of her car, I went and stood at the door entrance.

She got down from the car and began to sing a worship song. I am sure it was one of the songs they sang in church.

"You cooked and hid it away from your husband so that hunger will kill me abi? Continue." I thundered.

"I know you will look for it. Devil husband like you. See be going to church O." She sparked, and went to the boot of her car and began to bring down the pots.

I stared at her in shocked.

"You took food to church?" I asked surprisedly.

"Yes O. It's better than for me to come back home and meet chicken head and legs." She replied.

"Honey, you took food to church haaa!!" I screamed.

"Or won't you eat again?" She asked.

I heaved heavily and said to her;

"Let's go inside and eat."

She looked at me for a moment longer and began to laugh.

I can not come and miss sweet food because food go church.

Inside life.

Breaking News
@everyone
Naira Marley has been found NOT GUILTY in the case involving the death of Mohbad.
Following the verdict, he shared a heartfelt message directed at Mohbad’s wife and the public in woe..

: Naira Marley say..,...
"I never thought silence could be so loud. I never thought someone I called my brother, someone I protected, would leave this world with my name tied to his shadow. I’ve carried this weight, this pain, this shame—none of which was ever mine to bear.

We, as Marlians, weren’t perfect. We had to grow, we had to adapt. Mistakes were made, but they were business decisions, never war. I made peace with Mohbad. We understood each other beyond the noise, beyond the misunderstandings—and you know this.
Yet, when he took his last breath in your arms, you looked at the world and pointed at me. You let them tear me apart. You let them call me a k!ller while you sat there, knowing the truth. And now you decide to tell the story?
I welcomed you all into my home. I gave you my trust. Yet my brother is gone, still not bur!ed—and that’s on you. Telling the truth from the start would have given him the rest he deserves. Regardless, I will always be there for him.

You never thought I’d survive. You never thought I’d walk through the fire and face my people. Maybe you hoped I’d stay a fugitive. You thought I’d run. Instead, I stood before the justice system, spent time in jail, and faced it all head-on while you kept changing the story, over and over.
But God sees everything. The truth doesn’t waver. The lies will fade, and time will reveal all. I’ve been broken, but I’m not destroyed. And when the truth finally speaks, I pray your heart is strong enough to bear it."

— Naira Marley took to Twitter, visibly emotional, after being cleared of responsibility for the de@th of his signee, Mohbad, by the Federal High Court of Nigeria.
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