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Isa wicked situation we passing through right now in are we nation..the people them ma suffer...fuel 1200+ a litre Shege reloaded.. Imagine no protest from Nigerians. Lets start telling ourselves the truth and stop pretending if not this nation will be doomed in the nearest future. When a person from the three major tribe is the president. Forget it you won't see a united protest from the masses.. Endsars protest the North didn't participate because their son was the president. Now with the hell we have been subjected to still no protest will happen because a son from a major tribe is the president( tinubu). Same thing will also occur if igbo man is the president The only time we can see a united protest is when a person from minority tribe becomes the president...take for example subsidy removal of Jonathan in 2012...the whole nation united and there was protest despite the cheap and low cost of things...lets stop pretending... It's easier for the big three to unite against a minority president than for the country to unite against a president from any of the big three. So unfortunate. That's the tragedy of Nigeria. We are doomed...please spread this news to every youth so we can unite..I'm not only an Agbero Upper iweka, i'm also a pussy banger, And a drunkard, but me I tell you I think critically..they don't know..zion greetings to all my fellow youth..lets move from babbylon to zion |
I rather carry the money go school for Europe. Average univ |
I Think There Is Something Fundamentally Wrong With The Way We Think. & This Wrong Thought Process Has Been Reinforced Over Our Years From Childhood To Adulthood. Let Me Give You Examples. When I Entered Secondary School Newly, I Was Naive. Little. Open. I Was A Day Student. I Had To Move From Old Road, Nkpor To Boys' Secondary School Ogidi (Ogidi Boys'). We Used Buses & We pay 30 Naira. One Of The Days As I Was Coming Back From School, I Held My Thirty Bucks At Hand & Put The Remaining Thirty Bucks In The Pocket Of My Shirt. I Wanted To Buy Trojan Biscuit At My Bus Stop. When I Alighted From The Bus, & Went Straight To The Shop, I Couldn’t Find My Thirty Bucks. Someone Had Pick-pocketed Me In The Bus. When I Got Home, & Told Everyone My Experience, The First Question I Was Asked Was, “Where Did You Put The Money?” “In My Front Pocket.” I Answered, dejected. & What Did I Get After That Response? “You see? You Were Careless. You Don’t Put Money In The Front Pocket Of Your Shirt.” Nothing Was Said Of The Evil That Was Pickpocketing. I, Who Was The Victim Was Now To Blame. Darlington told us how he plugged his phone in church and went to lead choruses. When he was back, his phone was gone. When he complained, what was he told? “Oh! You were careless. Oh, you shouldn’t have plugged your phone there and went away.” And nothing was said of the crime that was stealing. The victim took the blame of the crime. Another friend of mine was pressing her phone around Owerri road. She was at the window seat and the rogues snatched her phone and ran away. When she narrated the story everyone was like, “Ah, don’t you know that you shouldn’t have pressed your phone there?” Again, the victim took the blame and the offender went scot free. Someone was stabbed at MCC at night, and what do you say? “You weren’t supposed to be at MCC at night.” It is this kind of thought process that a lot of us grew up with. Was the person who took my 30 naira supposed to take it? Was it right? Was the person who took Darlington’s phone right? What was wrong in plugging your phone in church? What was wrong in putting my money in the front pocket? What was wrong with moving at night? It is this deflection of blame that we also do when someone is raped, and we begin to harp on indecent dressing. You leave the offender and hold the victim responsible of a crime they didn’t commit. Indecent dressing is not the reason for rape, depravity is. A rapist is simply a depraved animal. I would be lying if I said the body of a woman lacks the ability to cause arousal. But I would also be lying if I fail to remind you that what differentiates us from animals is our ability to think, to have control over our actions. The indecent dressing crap has been discredited by rapists who defile fully clothed women and children. We go to the shopping mall or market and we see lots of captivating stuff being displayed. You lust over them. But you know that if you haven’t paid, you cannot get them. What do you do? You admire and move on. You go to Emeka Offor, see phones, why don’t you take the phones and tell them, “Oh, the phones were on display. They were so attractive, and I didn’t have a choice but take them? If you leave there conscious, kpo m a fool. We have respect for gadgets, clothes and food that do not belong to us, but we have a problem respecting a body that doesn’t belong to us? I wasn’t wrong putting my money in my pocket. Darlington wasn’t wrong plugging his phone in church. My friends didn’t commit any crime pressing phone at Owerri road or walking along MCC at night. The lady wearing skimpy dresses is not the offender. The criminals are the pick pocketers, the robbers, the wicked killers, the rapists. They are the ones who our rage should be focused on. That lady wearing skimpy a skimpy dress was also seen by others. But she was not raped by them. She was raped by a depraved animal. Another friend doing his masters abroad forgot his bag containing a laptop at a busy bus stop. He came back two hours later, and the bag was still there, with everything intact. Now, that is what it should be like if some humans weren’t depraved beings. People saw the bag but because it wasn’t theirs, they didn’t touch it. This morning on my way to work, the guy sitting in the front forgot his iPhone on the seat. The guy that wanted to replace him saw the phone, called the guy back and gave him his phone because he wasn’t a depraved animal. Let me be a little bit sentimental. If your mother, daughter, or sister git raped (God forbid though) what would be your reaction? “Oh, Mother are you sure you weren’t wearing revealing clothes?” “Oh, Gift, my daughter, did you wear mini skirt?’ “Little sister, were you putting on bikini when you got raped?” Of course, your rage would not be on what they were wearing. It would be on that depraved animal. Depravity is the reason behind rape. Behind social vices. I hope you learn this. Because if you don’t then you’re part of the problem. You are a rape apologist. |
mysticwarrior:This is a true life story. Those that schooled in Unec and Esut back 2002, 2003 knows this story |
I Met A Cultist Who Shot A Fellow Student Dead In ESUT In A Shopping Mall in the UK. "So, yesterday, I was at a shopping mall in Dartford near London to seek replacement parts for my Dyson Hoover. While shopping, I saw this man, probably about my age. He looked very familiar. I couldn't place it at that moment, so my brain did a frantic search within its limbic system, searching memory files that related this face to significant events in my life,and returned a possible match. My brain told me the match wasn't too good. In the year 2002, or maybe 2003, I was a Medical student in the University of Nigeria Enugu Campus (UNEC). It was a sister campus to the main University (UNN). UNEC was the campus where the Faculties of Medicine, Law, Health Science, Business and Estate Management were located. This period was a time when Cult activities in Universities nationwide was somewhat at its peak. UNEC at the time, shared the same fence with Enugu State University of Science and Technology (ESUT), whose cult related violence was way above the national average, with very violent public executions happening almost every semester. Some of that violence, ended up on the UNEC side of the fence, as the targets when being chased, cross the gate of the fence into UNEC, where their attackers hunt them down and finish them off. As a result, while UNEC students didnt engage much in violent cult activities (at least on University grounds), they had a good dose of it. There was this particular episode I witnessed. I had gone to an eating joint just in front of the Faculty of Business Administration, which was not far from the UNEC/ESUT gate. About three seats away from me, was this gentleman who had just finished his meal. I had no reason to suspect anything was amiss. He made to get up to leave, and suddenly about seven hefty boys surrounded him, dragged him outside and dealt him several matchet wounds. Gunshots were fired in the air, and everybody started running helter-skelter. Now, in the eating joint we visited, we could not afford the luxury of running as that would place us directly in the pathway of the violence, which was happening just outside the door. The owner of the restaurant simply locked us inside.This placed us at a vantage point to witness first hand the movie that was unfolding. After being beaten, stabbed and shot in the leg, the guys left, and everyone thought the worst was over. Apparently we were wrong as one of the attackers returned after the first round of beating, and headed towards their victim. I could hear his fellow cultist shout..."Emeka, bone!! Leave the guy, im go die before police come, no waste bullet abeg"... The Emeka of a guy obviously was not listening. He approached their target on the ground, brought out his gun, aimed for the chest and...,BOOM!! After that he placed the gun POINT BLANK on the head and BOOM!! Those of us hiding in the Restaurant screamed in horror. The victim who had been making struggling movementson the ground stopped moving, as blood started oozing out of his head and chest. Well, the Police came one hour later to retrieve the body. A guy who ordered a meal of Abacha and fried fish and ate it with relish, did not know he was having his last meal on Earth. Anyway, back to London After my brain went through this search, the name Emeka just continued resonanting in my head. The face was almost unmistakable. But that was over ten years ago. Perhaps you're just being too presumptious, a silent voice told me. Perhaps this is just a look alike, another inner voice said. I decided to forget about everything. I went to the counter to pay for the drugs I bought. There was a lady in front of me. She looked around as if she was looking for someone, perhaps someone who had accompanied her to the place. After looking around in disappointment, she brought out her phone dialled a number, and spoke...."Emeka, biko bia na Counter"...(Emeka, please come to the counter). I looked round, and it became very obvious whom she was calling. Our man in question came to the counter, holding a little girl in hand, probably his daughter, and going to meet the woman who called him, a woman I assumed to be his partner, and possibly mother to the girl. I was kinda disappointed in life that moment. Here was a man, who had ensured his fellow human did not live, not only alive a decade later, but having a family, something which his victim would never have. I was deeply immersed in thought I forgot about my immediate environment, as the event that day kept replaying in my head, and I kept trying to reconcile it with the person I was seeing. His little daughter kept looking at me and smiling, showing me her furry present. I smiled back, thanking God she is too small to tell a real smile from a fake one. Sometimes, you just wish karma was real, precise and consistent." |
Too much talk already. We need actions |
JAPAHTML:I have been asking let me logout here and smoke my weed with anger ![]() |
Out of context! Please, where is 'SLAWOMIR', my real niggarrr? Is he still here with us, abi he don join his ancestors, or maybe he dey Kpanti ? |
Propaganda!! The only way is to divide. Let everybody go their separate way |
Tinubu should follow advice he gave GEJ with his running tap mouth. Shameless government |
Out of context! Please, where is 'SLAWOMIR', my real niggarrr? Is he still here with us, abi he don join his ancestors, or maybe he dey Kpanti ? |
Biafra, oduduwa, and Arewa. The only solution to this country |
This is sad! Level of insecurity in this country is so alarming, our government don't care about us. Rip baby girl. |
I hope something good comes out of it. Where is Slawomir? The damnnn niggarrr. It been a while |
Out of context! Please, where is 'SLAWOMIR', my real niggarrr? Is he still here with us, abi he don join his ancestors, or maybe he dey Kpanti ? |
yarimo:hahah you know nothing about politics |
The goal is to be praying for Nigeria from abroad |
Where is Osibanjo TraderMoni.. A lot of scam has been going on in this country.. |
Day169:It's not about number of years.. you can decide to take back your papa land wey your uncle snatched from Una 60 years ago |
God1000:Comedian |
simpleseyi:Who is better than Prof. Chinụa Achebe in your state? |
This people will definitely disappoint wike.. time will tell |
Sharpsharp00123:hushpuppi still dey that side oh |
elloso:Instead of UK, Why not japa enter Dublin |
Na una for North go dey hear am.. I dey East chilling |
Where is audio Dangote refinery |
I believe he can't say this to Wike or Tompolo |
There’s always that time in a Man’s life where he’s feeling a bit down and just wants to be by himself because he feels his partner won’t understand what he’s going through. He feels it’s an “Ije Nwoke”(journey of a man) thingy. It could be he’s suffering some financial or career set back or there is a fast approaching deadline he’s afraid he’ll miss, it could even be wahala at the workplace, swamping him. It could be anything. it’s just a down moment for him…and he has a lot of thinking and brainstorming to do, He’s a bit confused and trying to work a solution out. MEN…what would you wish your partner do with/to you at these moments. Apart from leaving you alone(this is not possible because you come home to her every evening, so you can’t avoid her presence). What would you rather her actions be? What would you wish she would say to you? What would you wish she could do for you? What would make you feel better that could come from her?? Ladies, have you observed your man in this mood? What do you do to make it better? Please open up for once and be sincere on this thread. |
let me logout here and smoke my weed with anger 