2025 FIFA CLUB WORLD CUP

ROUND 1 FIXTURES:
Sunday 15th June, 2025
12:00am
Al Ahly Inter Miami

4:00pm
Bayern Munich Auckland City

7:00pm
PSG Atl. Madrid

10:00pm
Palmeiras FC Porto

Monday 16th June, 2025
2:00am
Botafogo Seattle Sounders

7:00pm
Chelsea Club Leon

10:00pm
Boca Juniors SL Benfica

Tuesday 17th June, 2025
1:00am
Flamengo Esperance Tunis

4:00pm
Fluminense Borussia Dortmund

7:00pm
River Plate Urawa Reds

10:00pm
Ulsan Hyundai Mamelodi Sundowns

Wednesday 18th June, 2025
1:00am
Monterrey Inter Milan

4:00pm
Man City Wydad Casablanca

7:00pm
Real Madrid Al Hilal Saudi

1:00pm
Pachuca RB Salzburg

Thursday 19th June, 2025
1:00pm
Al Ain Juventus

#FIFACWC
#FIFAClubWorldCup

The Rat Who Wanted to Eat the Sky

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In the lowlands of Uvoko, where millet grew tall and fruit trees leaned with sweetness, lived a rat named Diga. He was small, fast, and full of wild ideas.

But of all his dreams, one was the strangest:
He wanted to eat the sky.

“I will nibble the clouds,” he said.
“I will chew the stars like maize.”
“I will swallow the moon and save the sun for dessert.”

The other animals laughed.

“The sky is not food,” said the tortoise.

“You barely reach the mango branch!” cackled the parrot.

“Dream smaller,” sighed his cousin.

But Diga didn’t care. He believed hunger wasn’t just for the stomach—it was for wonder.

So he built.

He gathered bamboo and vines, old calabash shells and woven baskets.

He stacked and tied, climbed and fell, mended and rose.

Soon, a towering pillar spiraled into the clouds, shaking with every breeze.

The animals watched from below, jaws open.

“He’s going to do it,” they whispered.

“He’s going to bite the sky.”

Diga climbed for days.

He passed birds. Surprised bats. Even caught a glimpse of the moon, who blinked nervously.

At last, he reached the top—and opened his mouth.

But as he bit into the sky, something strange happened.

It didn’t taste like anything.
It didn’t break.
It didn’t fear him.

Instead, the sky whispered, “You have come far, but not for food.”

Diga blinked. “Then… why did I come?”

“To remember that some hungers are not for filling—but for feeling,” the sky answered.

And in that moment, Diga understood.

He didn’t want to eat the sky.

He wanted to touch it.

To know it.

To believe he could reach something no one thought he could.

He smiled, turned around, and began his descent.

When he reached the ground, the animals waited.

“Did you eat it?” they asked.

“No,” he said. “I tasted something better.”

“Like what?”

“Like belief.”

From that day on, Diga didn’t climb the sky. He taught others to dream instead.

And whenever a young animal doubted themselves, they were told the tale of the rat who almost swallowed the heavens—but chose wonder instead.

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3 Moral Lessons:
1. Not all dreams are meant to be achieved—some are meant to stretch you.
Diga’s climb wasn’t about conquering, but growing.
2. It’s okay to dream big, even if others laugh.
Diga’s boldness inspired a forest that once mocked him.
3. What you seek may not be the answer—but the journey to it is.
Diga’s hunger led him not to food, but to faith.

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Dangerfield Newby is the actual man on which the movie D’Jango Unchained is loosely based.

He was a member of the John Brown raiders. He joined the gang to save his wife, Harriet and children from slavery.

—Dangerfield Newby (1815 – October 17, 1859) was the oldest of John Brown's raiders, one of five black raiders, and the first of his men to die at Harpers Ferry, Virginia.

Born into slavery in Fauquier County, Virginia, Newby married a woman also enslaved. Newby's father was Henry Newby, a landowner in Fauquier County. His mother was Elsey Newby, who was a slave, owned not by Henry, but by a neighbor, John Fox. Elsey and Henry lived together for many years and had several children, although interracial marriage was illegal in Virginia. Dangerfield was their first child. Dangerfield Newby, his mother and his siblings were later freed by his father when he moved them across the Ohio River into Bridgeport, Ohio. John Fox, who died in 1859, apparently did not attempt to retrieve Elsey, Dangerfield, or any of his siblings. Dangerfield's wife and their seven children remained in bondage. A letter found on his body revealed some of his motivation for joining John Brown and the raid on Harpers Ferry.

Dangerfield Newby's wife, Harriet Newby, was the slave of Jesse Jennings, of Arlington or Warrenton, Virginia. Newby had been unable to purchase the freedom of his wife and seven children. Their master raised the price after Newby had saved the $1,500 that had previously been agreed on. Because all of Newby's other efforts had failed he hoped to free them by force. Harriet's poignant letters, found on his body, proved instrumental in advancing the abolitionist cause. Newby was six foot two.

On October 17, 1859, the citizens of Harpers Ferry set to put down the raid. Harpers Ferry manufactured guns but the citizens had little ammunition, so during the assault on the raiders they fired anything they could fit into a gun barrel. One man was shooting six inch spikes from his rifle, one of which struck Newby in the throat, killing him instantly. After the raid, the people of Harpers Ferry took his body, stabbed it repeatedly, and amputated his limbs. His body was left in an alley to be eaten by hogs. In 1899 the remains of Newby-plus remains of nine other raiders-were reburied in a common grave near the body of John Brown in North Elba, New York.

Dangerfield Newby's wife, Harriet and her children were sold to a Louisiana slave owner after the raid.

Italian Relationship:
1st day= S€x
2nd day= S€x again.

French Relationship:
1st day = movies & kiss
2nd day = S€x
3rd day = S€x again

British Relationship:
1 day= hangout & kiss
2nd day = kiss & hug
3rd day= kissing, hug and smooching
4th day = s€x and more s€x

American Relationship:
1st day= Date
2nd day= Hug
3rd day= Hug again (warmly)
4th day= Kiss
5th day= Long kiss
6th day= S€x

Nigeria Relationship:
1st day= Toast
2nd day= Toast
3rd day= Toast again
4th day= Agree
5th day= Date
6th day= Date again
7th day= Date again with three of her hungry friends or cousins.
8th day= Date & Hug
9th day= Tried to peck but failed.
10th day = Peck
11th day= Tried to kiss but failed.
12th day= kiss
13th day= Long kiss
14th day= Tried to have s€x but failed.
15th day= Tried to have s€x but quarrelled
16th day= Didn't talk to each other
17th day= Malice till the next day
18th day= The man called but the woman didn't pick
19th day= The man called, the woman picked and asked: "what is it?"
The man apologize and the Ital replied: "Leave me alone, am not that type of girl"
The man continued to beg till the next day.
20th day= The woman accepted the unwarranted apology
21st day= Hug
22nd day= Long hug
23rd day= Kiss
24th day= Long kiss
25th day= Tried to have s€x but the woman complains that her phone is bad. Guy promises to buy her a new one.
26th day= Tried to have s€x but the woman said until he buys the phone
27th day= Tried to have s€x but the woman asked: "where is the phone? U are not serious, call me when you are serious"
28th day= R@pe.
29th day= Police c@se
I tire hmm

*From Mansion to Miracle: How Dr. Samuel Maduka Onyishi Is Turning His Castle Into a Teaching Hospital for the People*

Health and Education transform a society, a people from obscurity and backwardness to the most saught after much more than any other thing. No one understood this and is putting it into practice more Dr Samuel Maduka Onyishi, the Chancellor of Maduka University and the founder of Peace Mass Transit Group.

He passed through the streets universities of entrepreneurship to build Peace Mass Transit Group into a stable cash cow. He tried setting others up in businesses, but found out that educating the people should be the first priority. He also insisted on doing it through sustainable legacy institutions. After setting up an entrepreneurial University and university college, he has now turned his eyes on health. As we know, health is wealth.

In the area known as Nsukka Economic and Cultural Zone, which cuts across two Senatorial Districts, there is no tertiary health facility, despite hosting University of Nigeria Nsukka. With his strategic entrepreneurial eyes and empathic heart he moves to transform his country home into a Teaching Hospital. Is this possible? Dr Maduka Onyishi is a man who does impossible things quietly.

Let us go to his Amukwa village of Nsukka town, Enugu State where he has a grand estate — what many would call a castle. This majestic building, which was once Dr. Onyishi’s private residence is a reflection of years of hard work and success. Most would have kept it that way, enjoying its beauty and comfort in peace. But Dr. Onyishi has chosen to do something extraordinary: he is transforming his private home and its surrounding buildings into an international multi-specialty hospital designed to serve both the public and the medical students of Maduka University and other medical training institutions.

To make this vision a reality, he acquired 14 additional properties around the vicinity, all in an effort to make sure that this full-scale health care facility was established in his village. Thinking - home, you may call this. This isn’t just renovation, but some new buildings are already rearing their heads. It’s transformation on a massive scale.

And it’s not just about healthcare. Dr. Onyishi intentionally chose the location of the proposed university Teaching Hospital to be in Nsukka urban town, with a clear purpose — to elevate the urban status of Nsukka and drive development in his beloved community.

Yes, his personal castle and other surrounding properties are being converted into a teaching hospital. Renovations are already ongoing and soon, this luxurious property will become a state-of-the-art medical facility, not for the rich, not for the elite, but for the people.

When completed, this teaching hospital is set to become one of the best in the country — a beacon of world-class medical education and accessible healthcare.

At a time when many use wealth to build walls, Dr. Onyishi is using his to build bridges. Instead of adding more zeros to his bank account, he is investing in something far more valuable: human lives. He has openly declared his intention to return most of his wealth to charity, and this hospital is just one part of that promise. He has given it all. A billionaire without a home in his village.

This is more than entrepreneurial philanthropy. This is leadership. This is legacy. This is love in action.

Dr. Samuel Maduka Onyishi is not just building structures. He is building a future where healthcare is accessible, where education is empowering, and where transport is safe and reliable. He is proving that true success is not measured by what you accumulate but by what you give away.

In a country hungry for hope, this is the kind of story we need. It is a story of a man who remembers where he came from. A man who understands that wealth is not just for comfort but for impact.

Celebrating my birthday today with good wishes pouring in from all over the world. I feel so blessed. Thank you to family, friends, well wishers, staff, leaders and ambassadors who made this day special.
~ Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala

FIFA has appointed a Senegalese trio to officiate the match between Bayern Munich and Auckland City at the Club World Cup on June 15, in Cincinnati, United States. Issa Sy will take charge as the central referee, assisted on the lines by Djibril Camara and Nouha Bangoura.

Source: Gary Smith

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: AFCON 2025 GROUPS

GROUP A

Morocco
Mali
Zambia
Comoros

GROUP B

Egypt
South Africa
Angola
Zimbabwe

GROUP C

Nigeria
Tunisia
Uganda
Tanzania

GROUP D

Senegal
DR Congo
Benin
Botswana

GROUP E

Algeria
Burkina Faso
Equatorial Guinea
Sudan

GROUP F

🇨🇮 Côte d'Ivoire
Cameroun
Gabon
Mozambique

AFCON is scheduled to commence on December 21, 2025, in Morocco.

Opening match: Morocco Vs Comoros

The tournament final match will take place on January 18, 2026.

#AFCON

I marry early, just 20 years old.
My husband na 24 that time.

We love ourself well-well.

E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle.

We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby.

But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain.

I labour for almost 3 days.
When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak.

Two hours later, my pikin d!e.
I cry tire.
My husband too cry.

But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again."

Six months later, I carry belle again.
After 9 months — another stillbirth.

Third belle, the same thing happen.

Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.”

But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen.

Some people say na spiritual matter.
We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer.

Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one.

I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e.

Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear.

Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again.

I tell my husband make we try adopt for now.
Him agree.

I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish.

My husband vex.
Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again.

I begin follow the matter spiritually again.
Different prophecies, no solution.

One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money.

Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million.
She say e legit.

I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out."

I go borrow money.
I give my friend 600k as first payment.

One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me.

I shock.
My heart cut.

I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter"

Next day, police land arrest me.

My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.”

I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.”

Just like play, I land prison.
No lawyer.
No family.

My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence.

My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her.

She promise to help me too. Nothing happen.

I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish.

Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people.

Different NGO dey come prison.
Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope.

Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out.

Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me.

She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail.

When I reach house, my husband don move.
Don remarry with three children already.

When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match.

That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.”

She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills.
From there I start my small baking business.

But inside me, I still dey cry.
I no even fit look mirror.
I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope.

One day, I go deliver wedding cake.

As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house.

I tell myself, “I go change this story.”

I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type.

I watch make-up beginners videos.
I start to buy small affordable good clothes.

I begin dey apply simple makeup.
I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin.

I begin see my beauty again.

Customers begin notice.
Begin compliment me.

I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile.

My self-confidence begin return.

One day, I go deliver cake again.
I dress well.

The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business.

But na love him come find.

Him fine, young, tall — and kind.
I open up tell am everything.

He say, “Your past no be your name.
Let’s build something new.”

Today, I don marry again.
I don born two boys through CS operation.

Dem survive.
My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years.

My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again.

I don finally become mama.

Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story.

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To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you.

The pain of stillbirth no be small thing.

Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand.

Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited.

But make you hear this one: you never fail.
Your womb no betray you.

Your heart still be the heart of a mother.

And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you.

To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look —

My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body.

Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary.

Self love dey build back self esteem

You go rise again and glow in your own time.

To the women wey their husband don abandon them —

No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away.

God never walk away from you.

Stand up, dust your pain, start again.
Look good, take care of yourself.
You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again.

To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles —

May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears.
Amen.

@highlight

Thirty-two years ago, Nigeria stood on the cusp of greatness. The winds of democratic change were sweeping through Africa, and all eyes turned to our nation with hope, hope that Nigeria would rise as a beacon of liberty, justice, and self-determination. I was privileged to be an active participant in that defining chapter, which culminated in a historic election that captured the imagination of the world and reshaped our political destiny.

It was a moment of great promise and great sacrifice.

The political class made painful compromises, but it was the Nigerian people who bore the heaviest burden. They yearned for a new democratic order, and many paid dearly for it. I, too, made my fair share of sacrifices, most notably setting aside my own presidential ambition in deference to the late Chief MKO Abiola, a gesture made in faith and fidelity to a higher national cause.

But others gave far more. The late Alhaja Kudirat Abiola, Tafida Shehu Musa Yar’Adua, Alfred Rewane; these brave souls gave their lives in pursuit of a freer Nigeria. Their memories are etched into our national conscience and must never be forgotten.

The gains of June 12 were hard-won. But sadly, the democratic promise that blossomed in 1999 is being steadily dismantled before our very eyes.

Today, Nigeria teeters on the edge of a dangerous precipice—a creeping one-party dictatorship is replacing the democratic order we bled for. Those who laid down their lives did not do so for Nigerians to groan under the yoke of authoritarianism and economic suffocation.

The ruling party and its federal government now govern with the unmistakable intent to dominate, subdue, and silence. Their tactics are not subtle. Opposition voices are being systematically erased. Contracts for multi-billion-naira infrastructure are funnelled to cronies and family associates of the president. National institutions, once symbols of unity, are being brazenly renamed in honour of a sitting president, as though the country were a private estate.

What we are witnessing is not governance, it is conquest.

This government represents the lowest ebb in our democratic journey. Institutions have been weaponized. Policies are crafted not to empower the people but to entrench fear, obedience, and control. The common Nigerian has been abandoned at the altar of elite comfort. And make no mistake: this is the antithesis of everything June 12 stands for.

We are again at a historic threshold. Nigeria must choose: the path of democratic renewal or the dark alley of despotism.

The ongoing effort to build a broad, united opposition front is not about power for power’s sake. It is a moral imperative. It is about defending the legacy of June 12. It is about ensuring that no one, no matter how powerful is allowed to privatize the state and reduce the people to pawns in their political chess game.

It is about reclaiming Nigeria for Nigerians and safeguarding the future of generations unborn.

This is not just a political contest; it is a moral crusade. A struggle to liberate our economy, our democracy, and our dignity from the grip of authoritarian forces. And like every righteous struggle, it demands courage, clarity, and collective resolve.

As long as oppression thrives, June 12 lives on, not just as memory, but as movement. The time to rise is now. -AA

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