London times today
Peter OBi jets Nigeria high on an international News Paper

He hasn't even started yet and Nigeria is on the road map to global recognition

May this kind of grace affect you during our regime

Labour party to the world

#peterobidatti
#labourpartynigeria

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African youngsters....

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Is a 61 year old man a Youngster? Only among African politicians.

Well, he's still a youngster compared to the Dubai landlord and Osun indigene claiming to be Lagos landlord.

Btw..nobody hears of Tinubu in any International news outlet

Old age they say should come with wisdom. The wisdom that is attained through years of experience, unfortunately, has come to be an abomination to many of our senior citizens in Nigeria. The Jonathan government was marred with insecurity and so a set of "Progressives " came with a Change Mantra and the youth bought into it. We never knew we are signing our fate for years of penury, unemployment, ritual killings, and the worst insecurity in the history of Nigeria.

Sometimes we wake up with empty stomachs and no one to give us hope. We trek the streets of Lagos to Anambra to Jos and to Katsina looking for jobs, jobs whose pay is not enough to give mama and papa a befitting burial.

As a man who gets erected every morning, with no wife to curdle and to mate with. Where is the money? Can a jobless man get a wife? Will he endure a house filled with kwashiorkor- infested kids?

Our marriageable spinsters, your children are clocking 40 with no husband. They are casting and binding the devil in mosques and churches. They are still waiting, hoping that the monthly savings from a potential suitor can take them out of their father's house. Many die in withered hope.

Now we patronize herbalists and pastorpreneurs, thieves on cloaks to save us from excruciating poverty and deprivation. They reap us of our meager earnings, they tell us that our sins made us poor. They tell us our oracles and deities made us poor. They tell us our mothers are witches and so they made us poor. They tell us our fathers practice occultism and so we are poor. Then they ask us to raise sacrifices, sometimes blood sacrifices.

Now we patronize human part dealers. Now we are into fraud. Now we sleep with corpses. Now we kill our loved ones for money. Now we die in our primes. Our girls are into "hookups", they get rammed so they can make up for papa's inability to put food on the table. Now our little girls mount our grandfathers for bread and braids.

The police shoot us when we protest injustice. Our voices are the echoes of a subjugated young generation. They haunt us in beer parlours where we are drunk and our clothes soaked in wretchedness, they also wait for us at gaming centres. They pack us in buses and we bail ourselves with our mothers and sisters already tired bodies.

Dear Senior Citizens of Nigeria, your failures of yesterday are the hopelessness we are suffering today. You voted leeches in power. You voted with hatred and with LONGERTHROAT! You voted wrongly to spite one another. You voted foolishly!

Tell me, who will take care of you when your pension will not be paid? When Glaucoma and cataracts begin to eat your weary eyes away, who will pay for your surgeries? Who will pay when prostrate infirmities begin to rear their ugly heads? Now you are about to waste another eight years of our lives, our young vibrant lives, who will feed you when you are old and gray? When your only life-support is merely a stick and your ears are deaf, deaf so you don't hear the gunshots and clinking knives from ethnic and religious wars, ethnic cleansing, and genocide.
On whose strong shoulder will you place your wrinkled old hands for support? The same hand you used in voting in vermin of questionable characters in power.

Then we will look at you and say in our hearts, "It is your fault", before striking down our victims.


We are still dusted, our shoes cracked from covering painful kilometers in search of the millions of jobs promised.
"Where are the jobs? ", We lament as we squeeze the "pure water " into our mouths under heart-wrenching volcanic sun rays.

We ignore your calls in shame, for we know we have nothing to send to you. Our accounts are in debt and Loans reading like a pendulum nonstop.

We treat our sick bodies with cheap local herbs and by our mid-thirties, we seek donations to manage our kidney problems.

We queue in immigration offices and sleep even in embassies of warring countries for visas. Those of us who are lucky will get a rare opportunity of washing the white man’s toilet, even with our envious educational portfolios. After all it is better to get paid in dollars than a dwindling naira.

Yet our problems persist.

You vote for life political predators who use our intellectual property rights to win elections, the one you paid through your nose by sending us to school. They pay us in kobo so they can reap away our future in Naira and dollars and pounds and Euros. We share the kobos and you dare to say it's not enough to balm your cracked waist?!

They stash this monies away in GP and sewage tanks. They bury it deep so we can't see it. They spit at our hungry faces and call us "Lazy Youths" who queue at their gold-pleated gates for monies while they live in affluence and influence. We dare not profess love to their children for we know that 'shoe get size ‘.Their tinted cars and overzealous drivers break our bones and their police escorts threaten us to settle our own case or get convicted of a felony. Our policemen and security officers drop their guns for their designer bags and umbrellas.

They are back again, the scavengers of the nation. They are back with their mouth-watering manifestos, and now we see our senior citizens rallying to vote for calamities again, to torture us till we are not strong enough to fend for ourselves.They are back again to waste our years of strength, of lifting bags of cement, and of standing half-naked on dangerous nightie streets. They are back again with their divisive style of politics, so we insult each other and fight to pave way for their heirs to rule over our children.

They tell us religion doesn’t matter as long as it suits their bloodthirsty quest for absolute power.

They are back with same old stories they fooled you with but we, the youth will not be cajoled to vote as you have voted.

We are going to take back our country from sick and mentally impaired politicians, political ritualists, religious and ethnic terrorists, egomaniacs, and kleptomaniacs. We are going to effect a positive change this time around. We are no longer going to eat the crumbs from our collective wealth.

Our "Early morning salute" will be attended to by our wives, wives of our youth! Our girls will grow as girls but not as women of easy virtue.

We are going to vote, this time for ourselves and our unborn generation so they can pick our calls when we are old and gray.

We are going to correct your mistakes and we urge you to be our backbones and support us.

As the election date draws nearer, remember your vote is very necessary. Don't dim our esprit anymore. For this generation of youth are soldiers, freedom soldiers.

Vote for a strong-willed candidate. Vote for a candidate who represents us well without delegating his powers to healthier subordinates. Vote the one who balances and respects our diversified religious affiliations. Vote for justice, fairness, and the youth.


We are the true leaders of today. Vote for our tomorrow.


Liana-Lois Apeh.

When it's your time, nothing can stop you. Congratulations in advance

MOH247 WILL NOT LIKE THIS NEWS

Na we dey run am

NwaNimo1:
African youngsters....

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Na only you understand the message

Badt guy

Nigeria is gradually getting international recognition with Obi

Ok

Lalasticlala, Nlfpmod

Good

It's very obvious that the international community are already feeling the wind of real change in Nigeria. The world is gearing up for Peter Obi, the next "God Ordained" president of Nigeria and Africa!

Meeen, you dey write o.
You must be a good writer.

nkwuocha:
Old age they say should come with wisdom. The wisdom that is attained through years of experience, unfortunately, has come to be an abomination to many of our senior citizens in Nigeria. The Jonathan government was marred with insecurity and so a set of "Progressives " came with a Change Mantra and the youth bought into it. We never knew we are signing our fate for years of penury, unemployment, ritual killings, and the worst insecurity in the history of Nigeria.

Sometimes we wake up with empty stomachs and no one to give us hope. We trek the streets of Lagos to Anambra to Jos and to Katsina looking for jobs, jobs whose pay is not enough to give mama and papa a befitting burial.

As a man who gets erected every morning, with no wife to curdle and to mate with. Where is the money? Can a jobless man get a wife? Will he endure a house filled with kwashiorkor- infested kids?

Our marriageable spinsters, your children are clocking 40 with no husband. They are casting and binding the devil in mosques and churches. They are still waiting, hoping that the monthly savings from a potential suitor can take them out of their father's house. Many die in withered hope.

Now we patronize herbalists and pastorpreneurs, thieves on cloaks to save us from excruciating poverty and deprivation. They reap us of our meager earnings, they tell us that our sins made us poor. They tell us our oracles and deities made us poor. They tell us our mothers are witches and so they made us poor. They tell us our fathers practice occultism and so we are poor. Then they ask us to raise sacrifices, sometimes blood sacrifices.

Now we patronize human part dealers. Now we are into fraud. Now we sleep with corpses. Now we kill our loved ones for money. Now we die in our primes. Our girls are into "hookups", they get rammed so they can make up for papa's inability to put food on the table. Now our little girls mount our grandfathers for bread and braids.

The police shoot us when we protest injustice. Our voices are the echoes of a subjugated young generation. They haunt us in beer parlours where we are drunk and our clothes soaked in wretchedness, they also wait for us at gaming centres. They pack us in buses and we bail ourselves with our mothers and sisters already tired bodies.

Dear Senior Citizens of Nigeria, your failures of yesterday are the hopelessness we are suffering today. You voted leeches in power. You voted with hatred and with LONGERTHROAT! You voted wrongly to spite one another. You voted foolishly!

Tell me, who will take care of you when your pension will not be paid? When Glaucoma and cataracts begin to eat your weary eyes away, who will pay for your surgeries? Who will pay when prostrate infirmities begin to rear their ugly heads? Now you are about to waste another eight years of our lives, our young vibrant lives, who will feed you when you are old and gray? When your only life-support is merely a stick and your ears are deaf, deaf so you don't hear the gunshots and clinking knives from ethnic and religious wars, ethnic cleansing, and genocide.
On whose strong shoulder will you place your wrinkled old hands for support? The same hand you used in voting in vermin of questionable characters in power.

Then we will look at you and say in our hearts, "It is your fault", before striking down our victims.


We are still dusted, our shoes cracked from covering painful kilometers in search of the millions of jobs promised.
"Where are the jobs? ", We lament as we squeeze the "pure water " into our mouths under heart-wrenching volcanic sun rays.

We ignore your calls in shame, for we know we have nothing to send to you. Our accounts are in debt and Loans reading like a pendulum nonstop.

We treat our sick bodies with cheap local herbs and by our mid-thirties, we seek donations to manage our kidney problems.

We queue in immigration offices and sleep even in embassies of warring countries for visas. Those of us who are lucky will get a rare opportunity of washing the white man’s toilet, even with our envious educational portfolios. After all it is better to get paid in dollars than a dwindling naira.

Yet our problems persist.

You vote for life political predators who use our intellectual property rights to win elections, the one you paid through your nose by sending us to school. They pay us in kobo so they can reap away our future in Naira and dollars and pounds and Euros. We share the kobos and you dare to say it's not enough to balm your cracked waist?!

They stash this monies away in GP and sewage tanks. They bury it deep so we can't see it. They spit at our hungry faces and call us "Lazy Youths" who queue at their gold-pleated gates for monies while they live in affluence and influence. We dare not profess love to their children for we know that 'shoe get size ‘.Their tinted cars and overzealous drivers break our bones and their police escorts threaten us to settle our own case or get convicted of a felony. Our policemen and security officers drop their guns for their designer bags and umbrellas.

They are back again, the scavengers of the nation. They are back with their mouth-watering manifestos, and now we see our senior citizens rallying to vote for calamities again, to torture us till we are not strong enough to fend for ourselves.They are back again to waste our years of strength, of lifting bags of cement, and of standing half-naked on dangerous nightie streets. They are back again with their divisive style of politics, so we insult each other and fight to pave way for their heirs to rule over our children.

They tell us religion doesn’t matter as long as it suits their bloodthirsty quest for absolute power.

They are back with same old stories they fooled you with but we, the youth will not be cajoled to vote as you have voted.

We are going to take back our country from sick and mentally impaired politicians, political ritualists, religious and ethnic terrorists, egomaniacs, and kleptomaniacs. We are going to effect a positive change this time around. We are no longer going to eat the crumbs from our collective wealth.

Our "Early morning salute" will be attended to by our wives, wives of our youth! Our girls will grow as girls but not as women of easy virtue.

We are going to vote, this time for ourselves and our unborn generation so they can pick our calls when we are old and gray.

We are going to correct your mistakes and we urge you to be our backbones and support us.

As the election date draws nearer, remember your vote is very necessary. Don't dim our esprit anymore. For this generation of youth are soldiers, freedom soldiers.

Vote for a strong-willed candidate. Vote for a candidate who represents us well without delegating his powers to healthier subordinates. Vote the one who balances and respects our diversified religious affiliations. Vote for justice, fairness, and the youth.


We are the true leaders of today. Vote for our tomorrow.


Liana-Lois Apeh.

BurningFireAK47:
Meeen, you dey write o.
You must be a good writer.

Not me too
The writer an one idoma babe for my FB

Happiness is free

DaddyFreeze2020:
Is a 61 year old man a Youngster? Only among African politicians.

Well, he's still a youngster compared to the Dubai landlord and Osun indigene claiming to be Lagos landlord.

Btw..nobody hears of Tinubu in any International news outlet

The word 'youngster' is featured in parenthesis . School na scam crew!

Calling a 61 year old a youngster is the height of mockery abeg

FarahAideed:
Calling a 61 year old a youngster is the height of mockery abeg

That's why you always fail jamb

DaddyFreeze2020:
Is a 61 year old man a Youngster? Only among African politicians.

Well, he's still a youngster compared to the Dubai landlord and Osun indigene claiming to be Lagos landlord.

Btw..nobody hears of Tinubu in any International news outlet

the word is relative, moreover you should be more interested in phrase, "wants to clean Nigeria". They're talking about capacity, competency and will. Above all he is a youngster when compared to the other ancestors including buhari.

KikikikiWatch BATstards o

Gradually we are getting there. Even Tinubu could not help but call Obi name severally in Akure. Jungle don dey mature.

nkwuocha:
Old age they say should come with wisdom. The wisdom that is attained through years of experience, unfortunately, has come to be an abomination to many of our senior citizens in Nigeria. The Jonathan government was marred with insecurity and so a set of "Progressives " came with a Change Mantra and the youth bought into it. We never knew we are signing our fate for years of penury, unemployment, ritual killings, and the worst insecurity in the history of Nigeria.

Sometimes we wake up with empty stomachs and no one to give us hope. We trek the streets of Lagos to Anambra to Jos and to Katsina looking for jobs, jobs whose pay is not enough to give mama and papa a befitting burial.

As a man who gets erected every morning, with no wife to curdle and to mate with. Where is the money? Can a jobless man get a wife? Will he endure a house filled with kwashiorkor- infested kids?

Our marriageable spinsters, your children are clocking 40 with no husband. They are casting and binding the devil in mosques and churches. They are still waiting, hoping that the monthly savings from a potential suitor can take them out of their father's house. Many die in withered hope.

Now we patronize herbalists and pastorpreneurs, thieves on cloaks to save us from excruciating poverty and deprivation. They reap us of our meager earnings, they tell us that our sins made us poor. They tell us our oracles and deities made us poor. They tell us our mothers are witches and so they made us poor. They tell us our fathers practice occultism and so we are poor. Then they ask us to raise sacrifices, sometimes blood sacrifices.

Now we patronize human part dealers. Now we are into fraud. Now we sleep with corpses. Now we kill our loved ones for money. Now we die in our primes. Our girls are into "hookups", they get rammed so they can make up for papa's inability to put food on the table. Now our little girls mount our grandfathers for bread and braids.

The police shoot us when we protest injustice. Our voices are the echoes of a subjugated young generation. They haunt us in beer parlours where we are drunk and our clothes soaked in wretchedness, they also wait for us at gaming centres. They pack us in buses and we bail ourselves with our mothers and sisters already tired bodies.

Dear Senior Citizens of Nigeria, your failures of yesterday are the hopelessness we are suffering today. You voted leeches in power. You voted with hatred and with LONGERTHROAT! You voted wrongly to spite one another. You voted foolishly!

Tell me, who will take care of you when your pension will not be paid? When Glaucoma and cataracts begin to eat your weary eyes away, who will pay for your surgeries? Who will pay when prostrate infirmities begin to rear their ugly heads? Now you are about to waste another eight years of our lives, our young vibrant lives, who will feed you when you are old and gray? When your only life-support is merely a stick and your ears are deaf, deaf so you don't hear the gunshots and clinking knives from ethnic and religious wars, ethnic cleansing, and genocide.
On whose strong shoulder will you place your wrinkled old hands for support? The same hand you used in voting in vermin of questionable characters in power.

Then we will look at you and say in our hearts, "It is your fault", before striking down our victims.


We are still dusted, our shoes cracked from covering painful kilometers in search of the millions of jobs promised.
"Where are the jobs? ", We lament as we squeeze the "pure water " into our mouths under heart-wrenching volcanic sun rays.

We ignore your calls in shame, for we know we have nothing to send to you. Our accounts are in debt and Loans reading like a pendulum nonstop.

We treat our sick bodies with cheap local herbs and by our mid-thirties, we seek donations to manage our kidney problems.

We queue in immigration offices and sleep even in embassies of warring countries for visas. Those of us who are lucky will get a rare opportunity of washing the white man’s toilet, even with our envious educational portfolios. After all it is better to get paid in dollars than a dwindling naira.

Yet our problems persist.

You vote for life political predators who use our intellectual property rights to win elections, the one you paid through your nose by sending us to school. They pay us in kobo so they can reap away our future in Naira and dollars and pounds and Euros. We share the kobos and you dare to say it's not enough to balm your cracked waist?!

They stash this monies away in GP and sewage tanks. They bury it deep so we can't see it. They spit at our hungry faces and call us "Lazy Youths" who queue at their gold-pleated gates for monies while they live in affluence and influence. We dare not profess love to their children for we know that 'shoe get size ‘.Their tinted cars and overzealous drivers break our bones and their police escorts threaten us to settle our own case or get convicted of a felony. Our policemen and security officers drop their guns for their designer bags and umbrellas.

They are back again, the scavengers of the nation. They are back with their mouth-watering manifestos, and now we see our senior citizens rallying to vote for calamities again, to torture us till we are not strong enough to fend for ourselves.They are back again to waste our years of strength, of lifting bags of cement, and of standing half-naked on dangerous nightie streets. They are back again with their divisive style of politics, so we insult each other and fight to pave way for their heirs to rule over our children.

They tell us religion doesn’t matter as long as it suits their bloodthirsty quest for absolute power.

They are back with same old stories they fooled you with but we, the youth will not be cajoled to vote as you have voted.

We are going to take back our country from sick and mentally impaired politicians, political ritualists, religious and ethnic terrorists, egomaniacs, and kleptomaniacs. We are going to effect a positive change this time around. We are no longer going to eat the crumbs from our collective wealth.

Our "Early morning salute" will be attended to by our wives, wives of our youth! Our girls will grow as girls but not as women of easy virtue.

We are going to vote, this time for ourselves and our unborn generation so they can pick our calls when we are old and gray.

We are going to correct your mistakes and we urge you to be our backbones and support us.

As the election date draws nearer, remember your vote is very necessary. Don't dim our esprit anymore. For this generation of youth are soldiers, freedom soldiers.

Vote for a strong-willed candidate. Vote for a candidate who represents us well without delegating his powers to healthier subordinates. Vote the one who balances and respects our diversified religious affiliations. Vote for justice, fairness, and the youth.


We are the true leaders of today. Vote for our tomorrow.


Liana-Lois Apeh.

Our future calls us to choose right and vote wisely. Vote Fairness, Justice, Equity, Greatness, Transparency and most of a Nigeria where Everybody's Child Can Become Somebody Without Knowing Anybody In High Places.