We have pleaded, and we have wept.
We have threatened, and we have cowered.
But when the war comes none of this will matter
anymore. In the streets and in the bars and in the schools,all patriots in the west and south and east will scream "BLOOD!", and we shall get it from the arms and necks and legs of these northerners who spite Nigeria.
When the war comes,friendships will be renounced.The hausa man who sells groundnut in front of his southern neighbor's house(and they've cracked jokes for 15 years together), will find himself alone and despised.He will be dragged through the streets by boys whose
parents his people murdered in cold blood.
He will be whipped by the blood-lusty girl who lost her
fiance.
He will be tied to the stake by a man whose wife was butchered by the bokos.
He will be prodded with hot metal by the widow whose husband's mangled body was recovered from a bomb site on christmas day.
He will be, slowly and methodically, cut open by the parents who lost their only son, a graduate, after years of school toil.
He will be bathed in oil by boys who lost their favorite girls to an explosion;
And then someone will toss a matchstick to the pile, and he will scream his way to the other world.
And he sold groundnuts to these people for 15 years...and yam sef!
No one wants this...but we're on the fast track to a brutal ethnic cleansing. very brutal. And make no mistake,despite my convictions of non-violence and desire for a united country and peaceful Nigeria, I'll be there. Zeus, I might even be the one to toss the matchstick. Sometimes,
violence is necessary that peace might reign.
   And a word to the "I am ontop of the situation" president.
Dear Johnny, the SSS and NSA and Police wont save your ineffective, effeminate and push-over arse. When the war comes, all that would matter is "are you one of us or not?", and one side will kill you.
  God bless Nigeria...MUST!
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