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Is it really hard to appreciate the art in this man’s actions?

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SLAP44:
I broke down.... I’m in tears oooo, Jesus!!!

Pls share with your friends, because they have declared WAR on Nigerian Youths

Just as I left the hospital.

Before I got to the intersection.

They pulled before us in a black Toyota Sienna.

Blocking us from moving further.

These men.

In black and blue jeans.

And black tight t-shirts.

Heavily armed.

Sunglasses as usual.

Climbed out of the vehicle.

My driver exhaled heavily.

"These people again."

Eight men.

Two moved toward the Taxify.

Gun raised.

Cocking their rifles as though they had caught a criminal.

I sat calmly.

If you are a young man who frequents Taxify or Uber in Lagos, you'd probably get used to that embarrassment.

I had nothing with me just my phone.

And the medication I had gotten from the hospital.

I was so weak.

Massive headache.

While they approached I asked my driver.

"Who are those guys?"

"Haaa. Bros, na SARS o."

I said.

"I thought they have banned these guys?"

He looked at me.

"For wia. Na today?"

I sighed.

The two approached one on each side of the car. I kept my hands in plain sight and made no sudden moves.

One of the men shouted at my driver.

"You no go wind down? Abi you want us to beg you?"

The Taxify driver quickly hit the window button as he screamed forcing a smile.

"Aaah officer of the law no vex, sir! I throw way salute."

The one who had shouted approached my window.

I was looking away.

He shouted.

"Oga, you no dey greet person abi you no see us?"

I slowly turned my head and looked at him.

"Officer, good afternoon, sir."

"Afternoon. Who are you?"

I was about to answer.

He shouted.

"Oga, come down?!"

One of his folks standing a few steps away shouted.

"Who be dis person wey no dey hear us? Na one of those protesters? Devil go welcome am for hell now if he be one of those protesters."

He cocked his gun and approached my Taxify.

It was a lonely road.

No onlookers.

A few cars passed by the other side of the lane.

I gently got down from the car.

I greeted again.

Both of them.

"Officers, good afternoon, sir."

My driver came out and said.

"Na my passenger! I pick am from that hospital down the road."

The one who had asked me who I am shouted at him.

"Shut up! Did we ask you anything? You dey mad? Your moda!"

Then he turned to me.

"Oga, who are you?"

"My name is Kyrian Chiemelie, sir."

"What do you do? Wetin dey your pocket?"

"I am a writer, sir."

"Journalist?"

"No, sir. Author, scriptwriter, filmmaker, sir."

"Oga, wetin dey your pocket?"

"My phone, sir."

"Bring it out."

I dug out my phone.

"Unlock it."

"Why?"

The other one shouted attracting the rest, pointing his gun at him.

"You are asking us questions? Are you stupid?"

I said.

"No, sir. But none of you has the right to search my phone. I didn't do anything wrong."

One shouted, running toward us.

"Who dey yarn that rubbish? Na one of the protesters? Shoot the modafuvker!"

The other one said.

"We never know na when we search him phone we go know."

The Taxify driver said to me.

"Please, unlock your phone. You know what is going on already."

The one pointing rifle at me shouted.

Eyes widened.

Dark lips.

Unsmiling face.

"Oga, unlock your phone for the last time!"

As I used my fingerprint he snatched my phone from me immediately.

Handed it to the last folk who approached us.

He seemed to be the leader.

He started to go through my phone as he said.

"What did you say you do again?"

"I am a filmmaker, sir."

"Actor?"

I shook my head.

"Basically writing."

He looked at me.

"You look tired."

I said.

"I just dey come back from the hospital. The one down there."

"Wetin dey do you? COVID-19?"

"No, sir. Na stress and little sickness. My doctor has given me some tablets, I will be fine in a couple of days."

As he scrolled through my phone the others watched.

Gun pointed up, down. A few at me.

I remained chilled.

He asked.

"And you are not one of the end SARS protesters."

I remained silent.

One of them moved toward me as though he wanted to hit me his rifle.

I dodged.

"Oga, dey ask you, you dey ignore am."

The man said.

"Leave am. Make I see end SARS pictures on his phone first and he is gone with the gun."

I was still silent.

A few minutes later.

One said to the one with my phone.

"Oga, did you see any pictures of end SARS on his phone?"

"I never see one."

I said.

"Sir, can I go, please? There is nothing on my phone."

He looked at me.

"Are you teaching us our job?"

"Not at all, sir. But there is nothing on my phone. My doctor said I should not stand too long."

Two laughed.

"You dey tell us na. We wey no get doctor make we die. We wey dey use chamist cure our infection and malaria."

I didn't say a word.

One of them approached me and showed me some images on his phone.

Dead bodies.

Fresh corpses of youth, both male and female.

Lying by the bush.

Blood gushing from bullet wounds.

I looked at him, in fear.

He said.

"Shey dem dey shout end SARS we no dey catch anybody again o. But na make we see pictures of end SARS for person phone the person is gone. Dis ones wey you dey see so na some of the protesters o. Shey dey don die like dis? Dey will keep dying."

One shouted at him.

"Why you dey tell am this thing? Why you dey leak our secret? Do you know who he is?"

"Shey he talk say na filmmaker? He won't do anything."

Goosebumps rushed over me.

In actuality of how these guys are killing in reckless abandon.

The one with my phone said.

"I no see anything for him phone. He is free to go."

He handed my phone back to me.

Then said.

I took my phone and said.

"Thank you."

As I headed back to the Taxify, a Lexus Jeep was approaching behind us.

They rushed immediately and flew it to stop.

The Taxify driver got in and we started to drive off.

While I looked behind, watching as they dragged five guys out of the car.

About three wore t-shirts.

Boldly written 'EndSARS'.

The Taxify turned right at the intersection and I couldn't see anymore.

He shouted.

"Ah. These people are in trouble."

But I heard it barely ten seconds later.

It was loud from a distance. Three gunshots

Written by Kyrian Chiemelie Offor

I just hope this is fiction.

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RosyIsBlessed:
Not true. That's old voice. They are usually two. This current voice and the much deeper voice of bbn last year. They interchange each year.

If you say so. We all agree in my house that it’s Seyi’s voice.

Who else noticed that Seyi Awolowo (former BBN housemate) is the one speaking as big brother in this season?
Congrats Seyi on your new job!

Billionsclub:
I am a private school teacher but since the lockdown, I had to start doing home lessons for people just to make ends meet. I have two kids in my street, they are orphans. They are twins. They live with their grandmother who lives in a room apartment. These children have never been taught since the lockdown. I am praying for them seriously that God would raise helpers for them. But my mind has been disturbing to employ a home lesson teacher for them. I would have thought them personally but I can't because I move from home lesson to home lesson. I get home almost 7pm. I am thinking about employing a home lesson teacher for them this week. But I am scared that I may not have enough funds to take care of myself. The thought of these kids have refused to leave my mind. please what should I do?
pardon my typographical errors.

If you are a Christian this is my advice:
Release what you have towards the orphans and watch the Lord flood you with resources.
Please do not hold back in doing what the Lord has put in your heart.

The Russians finished work on the Antonov.
Miss my days in the city where these monstrous engines are produced.

E be like say Alexreports is into foreign based medical doctors.

Acknowledge the feeling but don’t give it verbal expression.

If possible express admiration for the person’s result and ask for help to achieve yours.

You will be totally surprised how easy you will achieve your desires by appreciating others and asking for help.

My dear nothing just happens. If they have it and you don’t, there’s definitely something they are doing differently.

I see God’s hand in this.

If your story is true, just know that the issue you had was not with an elder.
You encountered a terribly wicked spirit in human form. You need to go very close to God or else you will always experience such oppression in diverse settings.

I remember that ABS in Onitsha used to give news broadcasts in Igbo and Igala languages. I used to wonder then what was going on as an Igbo boy.

paxonel:
lie

I sincerely pray you get this gift.
When you do please let me know.

The gift of tongues is a powerful prayer tool.
Keep seeking God’s face sincerely and one day He will give you utterance.

Chuksmonika:
Things dey change oo,if in the unfortunate situation it lingers,NYSC may decide to add extra one month of service for batch B and C 2019,and even batch A 2020,dont forget that as at now,the are not doing the cardinal point of nysc which is Cds,so they may decide to extend the POP of batch b stream1 to july,instead of june,stream2 will be shifted to september,instead of august,Batch C stream 1&2 will be shifted to 1st and 2nd week of december instead of november which they should pass out,and batch A 2020 to first week of april 2021,adding one month and extra one month pay to corp members wont be a big deal...nobody cause Corona...you cant ask them to go home and come back for certificate,when their is lockdown,THIS is what i think may happen.

What do you think should be the fate of NYSC doctors, nurses and pharmacists that are currently serving the country actively even with the pandemic?

NYSC doctors, pharmacists and nurses are working full time.

Chai!!!!!
Innovation seems simple but it requires illumination from above.
Only few people have it and this boy is one of them.

Come to my office, speak Igbo to me and your file will be on the express list.
I’ve also seen co workers do the same for their people. So I look out my people.

axglide:
In Nigeria, politics wise:

1. North
2. South West
3. South East
4. South South

Imagine how it is one north and a fragmented south!!!
Wish it was one north and one south.

MRcocaFanta:
Are you a doctor?

Yeah

And I just oversaw the delivery of a baby today. Wonder when she’ll celebrate her birthday.

Na waaa!!!

storylad:
I am grateful for this post, that means she collected even her ID card at the secretariat

Yes she did.

storylad:
While in Camp we get paid the basic dues like bicycle, transportation and even our first allowee. But do the Nursing mothers who get exempted from the 3 weeks camp get paid any of this benefits.

Yes.
My wife was paid but she had to get it from the NYSC secretariat.

You’ll be fine. 70k a month plus 170k is not much.

Finish your NYSC. If you could get that job without NYSC certificate, you will get a better one later. I think you are the lucky type. This is just a trial.

Take this advice from a current corper serving in old age with wife and children. I wish I finished mine when my mates were on it.

A very intelligent write up.
Congrats!

Next camping exercise is slated for August 20 subject to change by the government.

Zenith cannot be the worst. Have you heard of Ecobank?

Octopusssy:
Chai, see skillz!! You cannot beat experience. Never.

It reminds me of the Etihad pilot who was able to land with a blown out front tyre. The tyre blew just as he lifted off at Abu Dhabi. He radioed ahead that he was going to arrive Lagos limping.

When he was approaching the Lagos airport run way, he tilted the plane to the left (the blown tyre was on the right) and hit the runway with the left tyre. The plane taxied at full speed, tilted to the left.

He kept moving.


And moving.


And moving




I say he kept moving...





Finally, when he engaged the reverse thrusters, he slowly, oh, so slowly shifted the plane from the left tilt and righted it so that the blow out tyre was able to run without affecting the taxi.

All the emergency personnel that were gathered on the runway in anticipation of a royal fvckup cheered the pilot as he finally taxied to a stop in style.

Whew! To be a pilot takes guts.

Chaiii!!!! You must be a good storyteller. I was almost tilting to my left and balancing to my right as I cruised to the end of your description.

Well done! Keep writing!

Stay there and wait for the Nigerian government to relocate you. The indigenes are leaving and you’re still there.
Don’t let your notion of patriotism throw your family into mourning. Leave there now when you still can!

Better pay your rent and name your child unceremoniously.
The people that will eat at the ceremony will not join you in the high BP of near homelessness.