Listen.
I woke up this morning thinking life is normal — until Congo decided to shake the whole continent like a generator with no diesel.
You see, I didn’t even watch the match because Nigerians were trolling us SO hard before kickoff that my confidence evaporated like school holidays. I said, “Let me protect my mental health.”
Next thing:
DRC 4 — Nigeria 3 (penalties).
HA!
My jaw DROPPED. 😲
My spirit ASCENDED. 👻
My ancestors started vibing in Lingala. 💃🏿🕺🏿
I screamed OMO louder than the Nigerians themselves. I said it with my chest:
O-M-O.
Because imagine… IMAGINE… being mocked the whole week, only for your team to win AND trend AND shake the internet AND qualify for the intercontinental playoffs???
A movie.
A Nollywood-Hollywood-Kinshasa co-production.
And then… THEN…
Nigeria’s coach — Éric Sékou Chelle — decided to embarrass his whole village by claiming DR Congo used voodoo during penalties.
Sir.
SIR.👀
Are we in 2025 or 1825?
You conceded a goal, failed penalties, and now it’s witchcraft?
My brother, if you had evidence, you could’ve just taken a picture now. Where was the professionalism? 😾
This same coach has been fighting everybody 💪🏿— Congolese staff, Zimbabwe coaches, South Africans in Bloemfontein.
He’s not coaching.
He’s doing WWE touring Africa. 🤼
Meanwhile Congo is like:
“Uhh… we’re just playing football, please.”
Anyway…
Now we move.
23–31 March 2026.
Mexico.
Intercontinental playoffs.
Only TWO teams can qualify for the REAL World Cup.
Our hearts are vibrating.
Our hopes are boiling.
Our prayers are sweating.
And I — living in South Africa — I’m rooting for Congo like my surname is Mbemba. 🤭
🔥 ENDING: 🇳🇬😂
Nigerians, if you’re reading this, come forward:
How are you feeling?
Are you okay?
Are you breathing?
Do you need water?
Do you need a hug?
Or should I say it the way you say it:
OMO HA!🤪
You played well, though.
Three goals is not child’s play.
But FOUR?
Yeah… that one is my country.
The Heart of Africa.
❤️💙🇨🇩
