AN OPEN LETTER TO THOSE MISCREANTS THAT CALLED THEMSELVES HACKERS

"I know these may seems like a curse, but don't be fooled, it is actually a curse"

I don't know if you have heard through cyber gossips about the incessant and concurrent of Facebook hacking being rampant in the society without living no one as possible survivor.

I don't know if some meconium-looking-folks had somehow waltz to your Facebook account asking you to click a link or other forms of gimmicks, Gambit, sleight and Wiles they use in other to get their malicious work accomplished.

I don't know if by any chance you have had any friends or relatives that had fallen to their victim and their timelines has been mal-rehabilitated to one stupid Oyinbo and plenitude of pornography.

"Awon Oloriburuku"

This is a world where people with life like a broken home with irreconcilable differences take their bath and clutches their phone or Laptop only for them to be looking for whose account to devour.

Some people's account are their life, their source of income and their way of blowing away traces of sadness. And you feel mischievous hacking into their account, why?

Are you cursed?
Are you mad? As in MAAAD!
Why do you choose to be unfortunate?
Why do you feel guilty of the conspiracy of your village people using your destiny and unknown to you it's the path towards peril?
Why is your life keeps looming in the realms of obscurity?
Ko fee daa fun e ni?

I won't curse you but which ever Spirit of mischief possessing you currently to hack into my Facebook, fall down and die lagbara Ogun Lakaaye.

Next time you carry your nonsense life enter my cartel, I will remove sympathy, rain curse on you and your entire generation.

Nonsense!

Till I write to you next time