Facebook! Facebook!! Facebook!!!

How many times did I call you?  You are so wicked. How could you be  misleading people in this manner?

Just imagine: in your paradise, you created a lot of millionaires, but in real life you stripped them off their millions - by extension all the good things of life - such that they no longer have money for luscious meals(good foods), suiting outfits(clothes and shoes) for occasions, befitting four-wheels(cars) for mobility, they lack state-of-the-art accommodations, etc.

But remember, in your paradise, they enjoy all these things.
But how come, the cars, the good outfits, good palatable accommodation, etc, vanish each moment they are out of your paradise, and are seen physically?

They now trek from Jericho to Calvary under scorching Sun, and have no money to board common motor-cycle or tricycle.  They now patronize roadside 'Mama Put' shops. They also frequent Mama Ifeanyi, and Mama Nura shops every morning to drink 'Akam(pap) and Akara(bean cake)'.

Facebook, you are not fair to them at all. Why not replicate the same good standard of life for these people once they log out of your paradise to physical realm?

Facebook, how could you be this wicked nah, huh? Just imagine:

In your paradise, your generosity in employment creation is second to none. Everyone seems to have a job: your courtesy.

You ensured egalitarianism in employments opportunities: the youth are employed as soon as they leave school in the realm of your paradise. Not only that, you made sure that they are offered employments in serene environment with well-equipped and furnished office rooms. 

But once most of these youths leave the doorstep of your paradise, you get them sacked; such that they return to abject poverty.  We don't get to see them again in their usual fine and tempting offices.  We don't see them dressed cooperate in suits wearing long and bold ties like Donald Trump as they do in pictures taken from your paradise.  We don't get to see them drive in their official cars.  We only see them casual. We only hear their lamentations on how bad the government is, and its failure to provide jobs for them. On the contrary, they are tushed-up, comfortable, and employed in your paradise.

Dear Facebook! How could you be so wicked? 
Just imagine: 
you created a lot of radiant, succulent, stainless, flawless, and spotless angels in your paradise, who are slaying more than the word #Slay itself. These angels seem incompatible with restrooms - dem no dey go toilet(shit).

But once these angels leave your paradise to explore other spheres of life, they suddenly grow older than their 'paradisic' age in appearance and disfigured as well : you get to see they have spotty legs and  knock-knees.  Their faces are ravaged by stony pimples similar in appearance to the new infamous Monkey-Pox. Their skins wearing rainbow colors. What a mess?

Facebook! Facebook!! Facebook!!! How could you be this wicked?

In your paradise, there are many entrepreneurs, CEOs and co. Flaunting and showing off their businesses and wealths.  There are many benevolent people, many sweet talkers.

But once they leave your paradise, they become nobody, penniless pocket-wise, CEOs become fraudstars, sweet talkers becomes a heart breakers and ritualists. 

Facebook why?

Anyway, let me stop here.  Like my very good friend, Sgt Ababoo Nchik,  right pointed out “93% of Facebook displays are fake”.

The people in this unfortunate category keep on deluding themselves, and living in the fools paradise, not realizing that time and tide wait for no man.

It Might seem funny, but this is my own way of warning you the innocent to steer clear from the Facebook celebrities, fashion freaks(this once can win trophy snapping pics and posting them),  the sweet-talkers, etc. They are wolves in sheeps clothing.

Are there exceptions? Of course there are!  There are genuine people on social media but they are the infinitesimal few.

90% of all you see on social media are fake. They call it “Social Media Packaging” aimed at deceiving you.

Don't fall victim of ritual killings, frauds, heartbreaks, and other social vices. Remember, all that glitter ain't gold. A word is enough for the wise.

Slay bobo, and slayqueen do not be slain while slaying ooh.

Good day guys.

Em.... Please take this to front page, make we cure some people's HBP. Tnx you.