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Kopfschmerzens:This is interesting. Can you give us link to the thread where this went down? ![]() |
Greatihex:It's not a 2 to 5 year game to be honest. I entered ethereum 2017 and exited late 2017 after some gains but before it made it's crazy run in Dec 2017. I had post traumatic stress for nearly 2 years due to the opportunity I missed in that period. Any crypto that makes good run will probably be a new crypto that becomes useful and widely adopted with the advent of 5G technology. Both Bitcoin and Ethereum have no real long term technological use as as they both have technological flaws. For both, but especially for Bitcoin, the investment game is medium term plays. Bitcoin usually fluctuates between $4k and $10 over the last 2 years and every 3 or 4 months it goes down to $4k. That is when to buy and sell a few months later for $8k to $10k. Bitcoins only use is as a store of value so you have to play the game of scarcity/demand and supply with it. It will probably only ever be a store of value. There are few people holding a good percentage of Bitcoin long term and won't really sell, so $4k is like the bottom at which you can't sell below because of those people's volume of holdings and inability to sell. So this is your bottom. When it hits $4k, you buy. Every few months, some people will feel it's a time to buy and run the price up to $8-$10k so that is your cap. Ethereum also has a similar price/volume mechanism between $120 and $220 or so, so again you buy around $120-$150 and sell few months later for anything above $200. However Bitcoin is more longer term than Ethereum so Ethereum may disappear altogether in 2 years while Bitcoin will always be a store of wealth since the number of Bitcoin in the market is limited (creating scarcity) while Ethereum has an unlimited supply and was sold initially as a technological tool, not a store of wealth. I understand the Ethereum guys are working on a new blockchain that will be more useful going forward which will mean the current Ethereum will become redundant just like Ethereum classic. What they may offer is a like for like exchange from the current Ethereum to the new Ethereum just like they did from Ethereum classic to Ethereum and from Bitcoin cash to Bitcoin. I cannot talk about trading (betting), only buying, holding and selling (investing) because it is a personal principle to avoid anything to do with trading. Going forward, there may be some blockchain tokens that really harness the power of 5G technology and gain worldwide acceptance, but remains to be seen. Coins like MCO by Visa may fall into that category but it won't have the price volatility that we've seen from Crypto in the past because conventional markets do not like crazy volatility. In other words, it may be a long term hold that gives you single digits returns but you won't hammer. |
raumdeuter:Your boy Kopfschmerzens probably lives in black neighbourhood and has adjusted his security awareness to factor that in. Either that, or he lives in one of those liberal white neighbourhoods and has no security concerns, so he just follows what he watches on the news. If you have lived in black neighbourhood, they won't tell you twice who to look out for in terms of security. I have done enough of that in London to the point I had to carry knife for 6 months and change all my bus routes I travel on, cos I beat up one Somalian boy and was getting threats by phone. The only time I've ever had gun pulled on me was by some black dudes after they robbed my friend's phone and we chased them into the park, before they turned around and pulled out gun. I had to tell the eediot friend of mine to back off cos he was still pressing forward to them. As for me personally, I have never had single problem with white guys, never even been to Police station except to report my bike stolen once. All the stuff on news is very low probability of happening. I avoid black neighbourhoods like the plague now. Even when I go to London for work, I just go straight to central London to my meeting place and straight back on the train. I can't be visiting anybody abeg cos I no know which areas to avoid again. |
popizaino:Pjanic is very press resistant, but can't defend. Jorginho is not press resistant and his defending is not ideal. Your MCM Fabregas is not press resistant and can't defend either. Let's leave it to Gilmour. He is press resistant and his defending has been OK so far. |
nihilistjnr:The motive of the white on black crime is the issue here. Black on black crime is usually financially driven or ignorance not racial hatred. Dayos argument is just a Fox News distraction. Anyway in the words of one of my favourite rappers Masta Ace Y'all can go ahead and worry about the crackers, fine!/ But that nigga with the nine/ skin is black as mine/ |
hensben:Pjanic seems to be on the decline while Gilmour showed he is ready. No need to hesitate. Give it to Gilmour with Ampadu as insurance. If that fails, we can always go back to Kante style DM |
Greatihex:Wetin you want know? |
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Kimbeast:Pjanic is better than Jorginho but at 30 years old, we don't need him. Let Billy Gilmour and Ampadu take it from here |
Kopfschmerzens:Dayo is a fücking disgrace!
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Kimbeast:Torres 2012/13? |
A long but great read. https://www.wired.com/story/confessions-marcus-hutchins-hacker-who-saved-the-internet/ |
Victornezzar:Hahahaha. That Donjazzy bowtie and pink lips dey always look suspect. Doctor, abeg how many sit-up man go need for stomach to strong like *Absalom. |
donjazet:Hian! This early morning. Funke! Do you know you can be prosecuted for this? |
BlueRayDick:In Arrow of God, one new convert went and killed Idemilis python, nothing happened to him. Instead all the jazz men who went to kill him were imprisoned, beaten and disgraced by the local clerks who worked for the British. |
Segedinho:I have said it before, you are a cultist! ![]() |
odizeey:I'm not sure about that if not he would have lost the weight after leaving football. Ronaldo loved eating and partying and flying home for Carnival mid season. Same thing that made Ronaldinho gain weight. |
odizeey:Excuses. After Milan suggested it upon signing him and gave him thyroid hormone supplements he still didn't lose weight, rather he gained more. |
odizeey:Is Owen responsible for Ronaldos shape? |
patrickmuf:Another good point. People forget that Ronaldo was slim in 2002 when he returned for the World Cup. It's not injury that made him fat and less mobile but how he took care of his body from 2002 to 2006. Messi is not responsible for Ronaldos lack of professionalism from 2002 to 2006. |
nihilistjnr:Those guys done parapo the matter. They are great friends. If they are reasonable people, they will just tap each other lightly and go home with Sheikh's money. Tyson is a money man and would easily follow the plan if they come to arrangement, na Holyfield fit deviate cos he loves boxing too much and him blood fit hot when he enter ring. |
seankafor:Tyson has been making good money since partnering with Nigerian/Lebanese billionaire Alki David on Weed Business when it was legalised in California. He said they turnover $40k per day. There was also a new app launched where you can pay celebrities to make personalised video messages to your loved ones, and they are rushing Tyson on that platform. I think he made $20k on the first day. |
diggz:Just go and check the red cards given in USA 94, you will know it's overplayed. Guys were getting red card for little things. Go and check Zola red card vs Naija. Check 1998 red cards eg Beckham vs Argentina. By the mid 90s referees had already started taking a dim view leading to official banning of the tackle from behind in 1998. If you want to say tackling was hard in Maradona time, yes I agree, go and check some of the tackles in Italia 90 by them Cameroon boys. By the time Ronaldo comes on the scene, referees will punish you for such tackles. Besides tackling is not a problem for Messi. He is one of those with low centre of gravity who would rather keep his balance and continue his run than dive. You can use that argument against Neymar, not Messi. The most important development from Ronaldo time to Messi time is that players went from running 8-9km per game to 12km per game so a lot more ground is covered, leaving less space to run with the ball before running into an opponent. Players are fitter and can sprint forward faster and now just sit in their own half, waiting to counterattack. Teams went from playing very loose 4-4-2 formations to playing compact 4-5-1. This has led to the disappearance of the skillful trequartista from football - there are no more Bergkamps, Baggios, Zolas, Del Pieros, Di Canios, Le Tissiers, Gheorge Hagis, Stoichkovs etc. These are what makes Messis performance in this age incredible compared to Ronaldo time. The tackling thing is just a red herring, and is barking up the wrong tree. |
donjazet:I got it on Watsapp |
airmark:Never said he dribbled past 8. I said Ronaldo doesn't typically dribble through 8 parked men. 8 men could be parked and you only need to dribble past 4 or 5 to score. Herbiedeen want drag me. I jump and pass. |
airmark:You can as well help me answer the question with that your gif of the Bilbao goal |
Life as an almajiri in Kano was very tough. I could still remember how we went about in tens begging for alms and food. It’s really not a life anyone should live. I lived it years ago and could still tell exactly how it hurts; the memory of it and the hellish experiences we had to bear. Almajiri life isn’t a life. It’s like being dead-alive. I lived that life. I was ten when I decided to remove the cloak of destitution and face life squarely. It still remains the turning point in my life and the wisest decision I’d ever taken. I could still remember vividly what led me to take such a decision one afternoon. It was at Sabon Titi Kano. We were nine in number. We had trekked all the way from Bida Road. Ali, my best friend was saying something about how very unfair it was that girls were not allowed to wander about begging as boys did. He said something about girls being lucky and fortunate because they were not subjected to the demeaning life that we lived. “But you don’t have to think that way,” I said. “You know that if you lived a good life here on earth, you surely would enjoy in heaven when you die.” Ali had always thought differently. He was thirteen years old. Several times he would tell me that we should elope. He said he didn’t like the way the Mallami treated us. According to him, we were treated as slaves and it was very unfair. Ali was the first ever almajiri I had seen who did not like his being a poor beggar. He always compared himself with the children of the rich. “Do you think Mallam Ladan will ever allow his own children to move about aimlessly in the streets begging as we do?” he often asked me. “He will never do a thing like that. His children eat good food and go to the white man’s school but we don’t. And every day, we take money that we make from begging to him. That is not fair.” No one hated Mallam Ladan as much as Ali did at that time. Mallam Ladan had always said that Ali was rebellious and that he behaved like an infidel. One day, and according to him, all infidels would never gain paradise where there were lots of merriments. I remembered one day Ali had asked a question during our usual group recitation of the holy book and Mallam Ladan, red with indignation ordered that Ali should be whipped. According to him, Ali had asked a blasphemous question. Since then, Ali expressed his displeasure and irritation about the Mallam secretly to me. So, the day I finally made up my mind to quit almajarinci was at Sabon Titi. We gathered around a very busy canteen owned by a woman from Lafia whom everybody referred to as Mama Nassarawa. She had a very large open space with huge patronage. Most often when any of her many customers ate to their fill and there was leftover, we would swing into action. It was usually like warfare. Our survival-of-the-fittest lives were hugely dependent on the miserable remnant from the food Mama Nassarawa’s customers left in their plates. Keenly, we watched from a close distance as the customers ate. Our eagle eyes moved from customer to customer and hand to hand. Contrary to what people think, the almajiri usually had more than enough to eat but we ate like swine; unhealthy and without control. There was a very beefy fellow eating a fat meal. He had so many pieces of meat in his soup which attracted some of us; I especially had had the rare opportunity of eating meat and fish many a time. This would happen when some people barely touched their food before passing it to us. I had often wondered then why some people would eat only little food and be satisfied. Ali had also wondered too. He had told me once that he had never had a full stomach. He would emphasize further that until his hand got tired of conveying the food from the plate to his mouth, he would always continue to eat. The beefy fellow at Mama Nassarawa made me have a rethink that day. He was eating pounded yam. Ali and I fixed our eyes on him. Suddenly, I noticed something rather strange. This fat customer was drooling like a toddler. Saliva dropped from his mouth into his soup as if there was a burst tap in his throat. We were supposed to take a dive for the leftover of that food! Mere looking at him made me sick. “Ali, can you see what is happening?” I muffled. “Can you see the way that man’s saliva fall freely into his soup?” Ali smiled. “Abubakar, I am really shocked at what you are saying.” Do you mean to tell me that you haven’t seen something like this before? I can swear by my life that most of these people there are sick. And because we eat what they leave behind, we are very likely to share in their misfortune since most illnesses are contagious. Abu, we are walking corpses.” His response gave me goose pimples. That was the day Ali and I made up our minds to go out there and change our stories and destinies. In life, Allah gives us all equal opportunities. He gives us same air to breath and same time; twenty four hours daily to live in. No one has more time than others. What we do with the time and how we choose to breath is dependent on the choices we make. Some make good choices and others don’t. “Ali,” I muttered coldly, “may Allay forbid that I eat the leftover food from that man.” For the first time since we became friends, Ali hugged me. “Abu, you have said a noble thing. If you mean what you have said then we must elope. We must leave now. There’s nothing as sweet as freedom.” We both separated from the other boys that day and threw our beggarly bowls away. That night, we found a Dangote trailer which was about leaving for Lagos. It had just the driver and his conductors. Ali and I sneaked into it when no one was watching and in no time, our journey out of Kano began. It was not until we got to Suleja that the driver and his conductor found us in their vehicle. They had stopped along the Abuja-Kaduna Road to refuel and eat. It was past ten. The conductor pointed his torch and saw us sleeping in a corner. “Subanalahi!” he exclaimed rather surprisingly. “Ahmadu come and see these miserable elements sleeping in our vehicle.” The driver climbed up and found Ali and me in the truck. I was shocked when he asked if we had eaten. Ali and I replied in unison that we had not eaten. He ordered us to climb down the truck. We followed them to a food vendor’s place where he bought us good food. It was the very first time that we would be having such good meals without begging for it. After we had told him our story, he advised that we find a mosque in Suleja to spend the night. “If you go to Lagos, you will suffer. The people there will not help you. They will tell you to go to your parents. You are still in the north. People here will understand why you are out of school at this age. This is why you should be here and not in Lagos. I will advise that you get shoe shining kits and begin to render services to people. Whatever you make could feed you and you will have a little to save for school.” He gave us two hundred naira each and reiterated that we must use it wisely. The money at that time was big. How Ahmadu understood us and promptly decided to come to our aid still baffles me to this day. When their vehicle left, we spent the night at Kaduna Road on a plank beside a parked lorry. At dawn, we went to a nearby stream and bathed. It really felt so good that day because it seemed we were no longer under anyone who would dictate for us. That day, we found some cobblers and they told us how to go about getting all the kits and how to do the job. In three days, we were already dexterous shoe shiners. Days later, we were brilliant cobblers. On our twelfth day on the job, an Igbo trader whom we went to his house to polish his shoes – nineteen pieces in all – took pity on Ali and me and ask a few questions. “You people are too young to do this job you are doing,” he said. “Don’t you have plans to go to school?” Ali and I told him that we had already bought all our note books. “It’s our uniforms that are left for us to buy,” I told him. He was leaning on his car and from the way he kept nodding; it was obvious that he was impressed with what we’d told him. He insisted we show him the books we had bought. Ali quickly ran to the shop where we had already paid for the books but were yet to be supplied to fetch them. In no time, he was back with them. That day after we had finished polishing his shoes, Mr. Okafor gave us money to buy our uniforms. He said he would have taken us and given us a place to stay but that we were too young and he could be accused of abduction.. “Come here when your uniforms are ready,” he told us. That was how Allah used Mr. Okafor to change our story in 1992. He took us to a public primary school and registered us. Some people are angels and when you are lucky to meet them, they don’t care what your tribe or religion is before they choose to help you. Mr. Okafor was such a person. Ali and I began to sleep in one of his warehouses at night with some of his workers – mostly Hausas who help to offload his goods. His wife treated us like her own children. She would give us food and some of her children’s old clothes. Tragedy struck in the year2004 when Ali and I were at ABU Zaria. Mr. Okafor had an accident on his way to his village and died. I thought this would affect us but Obinna, his eldest son took over his fabric business and still carried on as if nothing had happened. The relationship we had with the family blossomed. When we returned from school, we would work in one of their warehouses until the holiday was over. There was never a time we called Obinna and told him we needed money and he didn’t respond. After my service in 2010, I joined the custom service while Ali through one of his friends whom he met in school became a politician. He is a lawmaker in his state house of assembly. He is doing great. We are both doing great and still good friends. And we are still very close to the Okafors. Ours is a relationship that would last until the day Allah calls us. Our story has taught me that the saying ‘man is the architect of his own fortune,’ is very true. And also, when there’s a will, there surely will be a way. Don’t let anyone deceive you, there is light of every dark tunnel for everyone. We only remain in the darkness of the tunnel because we are just too scared to approach the light. if we make a move, we surely would be out of the tunnel. I got married in 2015 and Obinna and his mother attended the wedding. They were also in Ali’s wedding too a year before. When we fight over tribe or religion, we do so because we are largely ignorant of our existence and how Allah can use us as angels to help one another. Humanity should always count because we are all one and the same. It is needless for us to keep pointing guns and raising daggers at one another. . THE ALMAJIRI by Japheth Prosper . (a true story) |
diggz:Kicking no be problem oga. All that is overplayed anyway. Na the amount of space available to play be the koko. |
Kimbeast:He did not have Messis dribbling. Messi needs much less space to dribble. Ronaldo cannot dribble through 8 parked men. Messi is unique in that aspect. Not all dribbling are mate. Henry or Mbappe style of dribbling requires much space. Ronaldo De Lima less so, Ronaldinho or Maradona even less. . . .and Messi needs the least amount of space to dribble from all footballers I've witnessed. |
randomperson:Ronaldo had one crazy goal against Compostela. I won't say they were sitting too deep though. |
simonjassy:You are scraping the barrel. Ronaldo was 17 at Lisbon |
randomperson:I watched Ronaldo live at his peak in the 1990s. I did not miss a single match of his 1997/98 season. Though I considered Ronaldo by far the best player of the 1990s, I can't lie to myself and compare him to Messi. Messi does almost twice what Ronaldo did with less space. |
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