[People Profile] All We Know About Serah Ndanu Teshna Biography, Networth, Career, Husband, Kids, Scandal
[People Profile] All We Know About Serah Ndanu Teshna Biography, Networth, Career, Husband, Kids, Scandal
Serah Ndanu Teshna Biography, Networth, Career, Husband, Kids, Scandal
Serah Ndanu Teshna who shortened her name to Serah Teshna is a very popular Kenyan actress, television presenter, and businesswoman. She has been featured in numerous films and television shows including the popular Lies that Bind. She has also hosted television shows in popular national media.
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The Saint Lei 'Maeda' fills the options up front
Southampton are keeping an eye on Celtic striker Daisen Maeda as an attacking option for the transfer window.
Southampton boss Nathan Jones said after the FA Cup win over Crystal Palace that he would need three or four new signings before the January transfer deadline.
Maeda scored for Japan against เกมสล็อตบนมือถือ Croatia in the World Cup round of 16 in Qatar and returned to good form for Celtic, netting the first goal in a draw with Rangers this week. before
The 25-year-old star moved from Yokohama F. Marinos to "Green and White Zebra" since the beginning of last year, initially on loan and then signing in the summer. So far he has scored 14 goals in 49 games.
In the past, the “Southern Saints” have had success signing Celtic players, including Fraser Forster, Virgil van Dijk, Victor Wanyama and Stewart. Art Armstrong, who all became important players for the team.
It is also believed that Southampton's £15million bid for Terem Moffee was rejected by Lorient Moffy has scored 10 goals in 15 starts this season and has just 18 months remaining on his contract.They have already signed Mislav Orsic to stay in the Premier League. after they were sunk in the Premier League's plum at this time
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The Teranga Elephant--Part 1
Hey, it's Lynn here! Here's the story I may or may not have mentioned. It's the first part--the second part will come before the season starts, so don't worry.
Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234
This story is based off a part of this headcanon on AO3, so all thanks to the author for that idea!
Dear Diary,
It’s me, Pep Lijnders. The group seems really empty without Sadio here. Fabi and Naby-lad are still trying to convince him to stay over the phone even though he already moved to Bayern. Thankfully, he seems happy there, which is what matters now. But I wonder if he would be as happy, if he didn’t have his little companion with him…
Mane had called the elephant Teranga.
No, not a real elephant! An elephant plushie!
He had gotten it at Southampton in 2014. The nights had been very quiet--a little too quiet for young Mane…
*
“Oyasumi!” Maya Yoshida called out in the middle of the night. “Oyasumi!”
“Usiku mwema!” called Victor Wanyama.
“Goedenacht!” said Terry Alderweirld.
“What are you saying?” Mane called in French, but nobody seemed to understand.
Mane shot up from his bed. Another nightmare, the third that night. He knew nobody in Southampton. Nobody at all.
And now he couldn’t even sleep during the “team bonding sleepover”.
He sighed, tiptoeing down the hall. Ronald Koeman would know what to do--at least he hoped. Mane pushed open the office door to find his manager, surrounded by what seemed to be antique toys.
“Sadio?” Koeman whispered once he recovered from the shock. “What are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping.”
“Can’t sleep.” Mane picked up a wind-up goose, noticing how…new it seemed to be. “Are all of these yours, sir?”
“Well…not really…yeah. I find them at auctions, garage sales, and old-fashioned antique junk stores,” Koeman explained. He picked up a flat tin soldier, beaming with pride. “This one came from the late 1890s and it’s almost as old as Liverpool! I found it in an auction in Birmingham. Did you know that tin soldiers were the first soldiers to be mass-produced?”
“No, sir, I had no idea.” Mane spotted a porcelain doll. He reached for it, but Koeman blocked him.
“Whoa, careful! That’s from the 1910s there, pre-World War I. It’s worth millions! And that’s Raggedy Andy.” Koeman took up a shabby-looking rag doll. “I picked him up at an antique store and haven’t gotten to refurbishing him. He’s in pretty good condition--he just needs some cleaning.”
Mane took a good look around the room. There were painted wooden dolls with many feet--ugh, creepy--, yarn haired, button-eyed rag dolls with mismatched clothing, and Victorian porcelain dolls in lacy, frilly dresses. There were glass-eyed, golden-tan teddy bears with long limbs, organ grinder monkeys with tiny cymbals, and muscley horses--real athletes--on wheels! There were painted tin airplanes and little toy Volkswagens and miniature dump trucks, some with chipped paint and missing wheels. But one thing in particular caught his eye.
It was a stuffed elephant, greyish-tan. It had patches all over it of similar, but still far-off in color, fabric. Some were velveteen, while others were cotton and still others were corduroy. It was old, tuskless and missing an eye, but the antique had a certain appeal to it, and Mane couldn’t help but pick it up off the shelf.
“Where did this one come from?” he asked Koeman, who was busy re-hairing a poor, cracked porcelain doll.
“Oh, that? It’s from 1923,” Koeman announced, quite proud of his handiwork. “I found it in derelict conditions--old, ripped, stained, missing wheels!”
“Wait, it had wheels?”
“At least it did before. It was 1999, when an elderly lady gave it to me. It had been a toy from her childhood. At that time, I wasn’t exactly great at finishing what I started,” he chuckled, “but after three years of putting it off and matching fabrics, I finally finished repairing it. I looked to find the lady, but she was so shocked at its appearance after repair that she didn’t want it anymore. So I kept it all these years. It does have a certain appeal, doesn’t it, Sadio?”
“Yes, sir,” Mane agreed. “It has plenty of appeal.” He stroked the elephant’s plush ear, sighed, and prepared to put it back on the shelf.
“You know what?” Koeman finished re-hairing the doll. “I do need some more space on the shelf. I was going to bring this along with some other toys to auction to get some iron men, but you seem to like this one. Have it.”
“W-what?!” Mane stuttered. “But this could be worth thousands!”
“Eh, I’ll get my millions from the tin soldiers and cymbal-monkeys anyways. Consider it as my gift to you.”
“Um…thank you, sir!” Mane carefully picked the elephant back up, taking a look at its face. “Say, where’d the eye go?”
“Oh, I can repair that for you if you want!” Koeman said, rooting in his drawer for something. “All you need is some embroidery floss.”
“You know what?” Mane took another look at the elephant plush. “It’s fine just like this, sir. Thank you.”
“Please, call me Koeman!” The Dutch waved Mane away as he went back to work.
Mane finally made it back to the auditorium, settling back into his sleeping bag and setting the elephant next to his head. After some careful inspection of the room to make sure nobody was watching, he held it close to him, finally relaxing.
“I’ll call you Teranga.”
*
Now, almost eight years later, Mane was in Germany, playing with some of the world’s best talents. He was grateful for the opportunity to play for Bayern Munchen, he really was! And he was lucky to have left Liverpool with such a good reputation and such love.
Now if only he could find Teranga…
He searched through his room and all the other rooms. He was a little surprised when he found a guaguanco band in the basement, but since this was Tacito’s house, he guessed it kind of made sense. But he couldn’t find his Teranga anywhere, and that meant…
“Oh no,” Mane groaned, slamming his hand on the counter in frustration. “I left it at Säbener Straße!”
Säbener Straße was Bayern’s training ground, and Mane was still quite new there. He had settled in with a couple of people already, but he still had a few--or rather, a few hundred--bones to pick with Manuel Neuer. And what would he say if Neuer found Teranga?! He was the only new arrival so far, so Neuer would instantly know who it belonged to. And then it would be horrible from there…
I need to go find Teranga, Mane decided. But we gather in four hours. What if Manuel spots me? I have no idea how Säbener Straße’s halls are, unlike Kirkby where we had maps and diagrams everywhere! What should I do?
He sighed, picking up his keys. Mane had no choice--he had to drive over to Säbener Straße before somebody else found his precious elephant.
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