Former footballer turned Sports Consultant, John Fashanu has opened up on the death of his Gay brother Justin Fashanu, admitting regret of being part of the culture that condemned his elder brother, leading to his death.
He was happy. There is so much hope, this (his death) happened. (Weeps) When did he get the job? He got the job in December 2022. Before that time, he used to work at the local government council.
The pensioners ostensibly happy over what Mrs Ikeazor did for them bestowed on her a special merit award just as they also gave her the title name of Odi Uko na Mba, meaning one that is rare in a community.
He was seriously contemplating suicide; He said he would have done it but for the thought of what happens to their first child who he believed would not survive his death.
Before the congratulatory messages and 'happy married life' messages troop in, let me bore you with a story about my life and love. I was born in Amechi, Awkunanaw, Enugu state. Growing up as other children, I had a dream, which wavered.
Conte was happy to play on the back foot, especially in big games, and played direct, counter-punching football. Sarri looks to control the ball and dominate possession; death by a thousand cuts rather than one fatal blow.
The most important thing that came out of that day was that it got me thinking about my grandma. When I got home, my mind went straight back to the day my dad told me the news.
The funny thing is that I have sat down and looked at my mother life and I do not want to have that kind of life, today my mother can be said to be very comfortable but I do not think she is very happy, I think she is very lonely and unhappy
Wherever she is today, she will be happy that the church is still functioning because it’s a monument for her. But did you guys really know what happened to your mother? People must always speculate .
But the laughter and happy memories are fleeting, and sadness is etched in her thin, drawn face. Pasca was a lesbian, something her family knew and accepted.
One day he took me home to meet his dad. His dad lives alone after the death of their mother years ago. He doesn't play with his father at all. Anytime he mentions his father's name, you see a change in his demeanour.
Though I never knew him, I heard from Mohammed Yusuf that he had a journalist friend and that, one day, he would introduce me to him. I was then looking forward to the day that the meeting would take place.