My Dirty Boxers

  Happy birthday my brother. Have fun G. (Photo credit: Damilare) So I was supposed to conclude the story of my teammates today with my professional next of kins but I’ll have to defer it for two days because today is Damilare’s birthday and it’s only right I write few lines for him while tomorrow is Jesus’ birthday. Damilare is a friend I made in Obehi’s toxic 30+ group last year and he’s been a great friend ever since; Damilare legit looks out for me and sincerely has my interest at heart. He’s a natural peace maker too, I remember how many times he talked me into certain decisions and all were for good. Damilare is an accountant, works hard and deserves all the good things of life. Although he’s a Chelsea fan but he’s not a crude one like dem LAK and Folachi of Riquesa but as Arsenal is humbling them these days, I’m sure he’s considering moving to the happening side of London. Damilare and I were the only ones that didn’t run any show on that infamous 30+ group LOL, if you...

  My prayer is with France and that's because we don't want the GOAT conversation to ruin the week. (Photo credit: BBC) God knows I had genuine plans of dragging Halima Momodu (she has a new surname now tho after getting married to a Yoruba man sometime in 2019 after a series of Ibadan activation) but I’ll keep the sabbath day holy. Today is the World Cup final between Argentina and France and as much as I can say to the satisfaction of my conscience that Lionel Messi deserves the World Cup title, I hope France wins it for peace to reign in the world. I can’t stand an unnecessary debate in my football groups and on Twitter. Yesterday was Tunde Fancy’s birthday and of course, I was supposed to write about him but mumsy came to town to take care of me and that overruled it; to be honest, it’s hard to write about Fancy because the dude is just who he is but I’ll try to share a thing or two about him. Fancy and I have a few things in common but I am not a politician like him....