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Candle Night Live In Abia State, As We Remember and honor Our Fallen Heroes And Heroines. May Their Courage Be Our Inspiration And Strength Iseeeeeeee.... Emmanuel Ogbonna Reporting For Abia Writers
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In Honour of the Heroes of Biafra and Survivors of the Starvation By Dr. Ola N. Uchendu On the Remembrance Day of 2018, I shared with friends my recollections of the first horror of the genocidal war against Biafrans. It was titled “Terror in the Air”. It is yet another 30th May and more memories have flooded my mind. I recollect them as if the whole scene is being rolled in slow motion on a film projector. I marvel at the ability of our people to find humour in very ugly situations. They very humorously interpreted the incessant staccato sounds of the machine guns as a call by the Nigerian troops, warning us to pack and leave, hence the title of this story: KWARA PU KWARA KWARA PU In the course of time, “taking cover” became part of our daily lives. My parents would take us down to a valley not too far from home. It was usually like a picnic. Mother would pack assorted native snacks (Nsisa, Okasi, Eberebe, Azuma, etc), which we snacked on all day long. It was fun for my brother and me. We would play with fish fingerlings in the stream of the valley by trying to catch them with our hands. We never succeeded in catching any though. Those tiny creatures were always very smart. There was an incident I remember well during those days of “Take-cover Picnic”. One of those days some people who were taking cover with us in the same valley decided to hunt for rabbits. There was this “Mkpu” (something like anthill) which they believed was housing a couple of rabbits. So they set out to dig out the rabbit. They could not smoke out the rabbit because making fire was not allowed, lest the enemy see the smoke. That's how they started digging. Two persons were digging from one side and another positioned close to the side they expected the rabbits to break out from in attempt to make their escape. The next thing was zaam! A rabbit darted out, and in that instant a hand and a machete made for the rabbit. The hand grabbed first and the machete landed on the hand. Red blood! The victim rent the air with his screams, but was immediately hushed up. Did he want to bring the enemy to find us? Meanwhile the rabbit made its escape unscathed. Some leaves were squeezed and the juice used to treat the machete cut. Some couldn't keep from laughing while telling the unfortunate boy sorry. Till today Nnanna and I still laugh at the memory of that day. There were other incidents that involved snakes and other wild creatures that we had to contend with during those days. But “taking cover” remained a regular routine; at the breaking of the day we would go down to the valleys to take cover. At sundown, we would come back home. Then one day, just as we had settle down to this routine of life, terror struck again to disrupt it. It was night, we had come back from our normal “take cover” picnic; there was commotion everywhere. A crowd from a neighbouring village flooded the whole community. In their wake were the sounds of machine guns and artillery shelling. Some people later interpreted the message of the machine guns thus: “Kwara pu, Kwara pu, Kwara kwara pu, unu duuuum,” translated as “pack and leave, pack and leave, all of you”. So we left, but without packing. The shelling was terrifying and bullets were zipping and zapping all over. Nnanna quickly grabbed my hand while mother scooped the both of us up. The strength of a mother is astounding when her children appear to be in danger. I don't know if she was trying to put us back in her womb or what. For at first, she grabbed both of us and held us close to her chest. Then she drew us even closer and wrapped us to herself with her wrapper. All the while she was shouting, “No, no, not again. Agaghi m ekwe...” (I will not agree). It took the combined efforts of my father and great grandmother (grandma had passed on earlier) to get us off the grips of my mother and wake her up to the reality of the fact that we had to run. She would later explain that it was the trauma of the first experience of nearly losing both of us that made her react the way she did at the threat of another terror. We travelled on foot, climbing and descending many hills in what appeared to me like a never ending journey of uncountable miles. Many times an uncle or aunt would lift me on their shoulders. Nnanna would protest at having to let go of my hand. He must have given himself the responsibility of making sure that nothing separated him from me like the first experience. He compensated with holding the hand of whichever uncle or aunt that lifted me shoulder high. Both of us remained the object of their jokes into our adulthood. You would hear something like, “jutakwa Nnanna tupu i metu Nnenna aka. “ (Better take permission from Nnanna before you touch Nnenna). We crossed many streams, climbing and descending many hills, until we finally settled in a valley. My father and some boys built a shelter with palm fronds which became our new home. At first, it was exciting to slip out and go watch a group of boys chasing rabbits or squirrels, or stopping the water channel of a stream in order to catch fish. But soon, all the animals were no longer there. They had either all run away, or had all been hunted and killed for food: No more fish in the streams, and no more grass cutters or rabbits to hunt. Worst of all, the boys who used to organise the fishing and hunting expeditions were no longer there. They had all been conscripted as scouts, spies or “combing soldiers”. But I still had my brother (Nnanna). He was either too small or too young, or both to be conscripted. This was the beginning of hard times. Meanwhile, we had relocated from the shelter my father built with palm fronds and bamboo to a better one, a mud house with thatch roof. The house was very spacious with many rooms to accommodate the numerous relations and friends of my parents that joined us from various places. Having all those people around was fun at first. But soon, the portion of food that got to me became smaller and smaller. I wished they would all go back to where they came from so that I would have enough food to eat as before. But nobody left. Whenever I asked my father why all those people didn't go to their own houses, he told me in a hush hush tone that they were refugees. “Ha gbatara oso agha,” he would explain. The people were refugees that had fled their villages and towns; they were not fortunate enough to have a large plantation that would accommodate them the way people from my community did. I had learnt not to ask too many questions of my mother. If she answered once and you asked a second question, you might end up with a headache from her knock on your head. My father worked with a food directorate, so we were relatively better off than most people around us. Father used to come back with sacks of corn meal, some salted stock fish, Garri Gabon, powered milk and egg. He called them relief materials and would share them amongst the community of refugees. But a time came when no food was coming from the directorate. As time went on, when the land could no longer yield enough increase to feed the people because crops were uprooted before they even began to fruit, every plant and animal became food. My mother and my aunties would go hunting for roots and herbs that we could eat. And father would go out very early in the morning and come back very late at night. But he always came back without those “relief materials” as he used to. My brother and I began to join in the food hunt. We would dig the ground for roots and gather wild vegetables that looked good enough to eat in our eyes. But my great grandmother (my grandma had died before our community fell), would scrutinized what we brought and throw away some of them. The ones she approved would be cooked and eaten. My mother didn’t know the herbs and vegetables the way great grandma did. So while we were gathering roots and vegetables, mother made sure we didn’t taste any of them until Big Mama gave approval. By the wisdom and knowledge of herbs and roots of Great Mama, we survived the starvation. Others were not so lucky, many succumb to Kwashiorkor. |
Femi Fani-Kayode: "The massacre began at the airport near the Fifth Battalion’s home city of Kano. A Lagos-bound jet had just arrived from London, and as the Kano passengers were escorted into the customs shed a wild-eyed soldier stormed in, brandishing a rifle and demanding ‘Ina Nyamiri?’ – the Hausa for ‘Where are the damned Ibos?’. There were Ibos among the customs officers, and they dropped their chalk and fled, only to be shot down in the main terminal by other soldiers. Screaming the blood curses of a Moslem Holy War, the Hausa troops turned the airport into a shambles, bayonetting Ibo workers in the bar, gunning them down in the corridors, and hauling Ibo passengers off the plane to be lined up and shot. From the airport the troops fanned out through downtown Kano, hunting down Ibos in bars, hotels, and on the streets. One contingent drove their Landrovers to the railroad station where more than 100 Ibos were waiting for a train, and cut them down with automatic weapon fire. The soldiers did not have to do all the killing. They were soon joined by thousands of Hausa civilians, who rampaged through the city armed with stones, cutlasses, matchets, and home-made weapons of metal and broken glass. Crying ‘Heathen’ and ‘Allah’ the mobs and troops invaded the Sabon Gari (strangers’ quarter) ransacking, looting and burning Ibo homes and stores and murdering their owners. All night long and into the morning the massacre went on. Then, tired but fulfilled, the Hausas drifted back to their homes and barracks to get some breakfast and sleep. Municipal garbage trucks were sent out to collect the dead and dump them into mass graves outside the city. The death toll will never be known, but it was at least thirty thousand. Somehow several thousand Ibos survived the orgy, and all had the same thought: to get out of the North." - Times Magazine London, 7 October, 1966. |
AS WE REMEMBER, NEVER TO FORGET By Charles Ogbu. Tomorrow is the 30th day of May. For other Nigerians, it is just another day in the calendar month but for the people of old Eastern region, it holds a special meaning for that is the day we remember millions of our people who chose to die on their feet than live on their knees. Outnumbered, outgunned and blockaded from land, Air and Sea while under the combined fire powers of Britain, Russia, Morocco, Egypt and of course, Nigeria, and with no one by their side other than their sheer will and determination to defend their right to life and dignity of the human person, the Biafrans were condemned to a war they were fated to lose but even more fated to fight. Artisans, every day men, and Children volunteered and took up the duty of protecting their honor and right to live like free men even if they knew they would die doing so. And even though this "thing" masquerading as a Nation, too ashamed of her past and too arrogant to acknowledge it, would do anything to delete that part of our history, we, your kins who were forced to bury empty coffins, WE WILL REMEMBER We seek no monuments from the murderous Monster that is the Nigerian state, we already built enough of those in our hearts for you. You were guilty of one "crime" - being born in a country that is deaf, dumb and blind to the sanctity of human lives but which must be sustained and kept as One even if it means the death of all that lives therein. Although their fighter jets have been deployed to our land, their armoured tanks lie in wait and their guns on trigger mode waiting to feed off our blood in enactment of that which they did to our forebearers back then, come May 30th, WE WILL REMEMBER YOU. Neither gods nor men will make us forget your sacrifices and uncommon bravery in the face of impossible odds. Though you are no more, you yet draw breath in our hearts and you shall live on in our memories even when our memories cease to exist for we shall ensure that generations after us are NOT UNaware of your sacrifices. WE REMEMBER WE WILL NEVER DIS-REMEMBER And as we remember, may we also take cognizance of the fact that the butchers of our parents, brothers and sisters are still in the business of killing. At a time like this when we are facing the worst EXISTENTIAL THREAT in history, now more than ever, we must forgive ourselves and understand that we are not enemies but a people of the same fate and faith facing the same wars and woes. We all recognize our common tribulation. We just happen to have divergent views on the idea of an ideal way of salvaging our ancestry from the savagery of her numberless Savages. But in the end, we will outlive all our troubles. For me and my household, I will be remembering my fallen heroes tomorrow by SITTING AT HOME.
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Rossikk:SON-OF-A-BITCH, now you, a micrencephalous black Neanderthal must read the quoted treatise below, reconcile this with your diabolical thought proccess... In December 2009, I was at Aburi, while holidaying in Ghana. We Nigerians call it A-b-u-r-i, but the Ghanaians pronounce it as E-b-r-i. For those who have read widely about the civil war that we fought between 1967 and 1970, Aburi is a significant place. This was what I wrote about Aburi, after returning from that journey: |
kotv:start from tomorrow....
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letting you know...
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Femi Fani-Kayode: The thief was so ashamed of himself thet he could not even muster the courage to offer a single word or a speech after being "sworn in". Instead he put his tail between his legs and crawled back to hide in his Villa- fortress without saying a word to anyone. Shame on him! |
progressing to nowhere...
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be reminded....
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teufelein:#thinkagainseriouslynow#...are you thinking, op? |
Now you understand why there must be one nigeria and many yorubas are fighting a war of their life on nairaland to keep biafrans in nigeria. #thinkagain# Our oil built Lagos and our oil would be used to build Eko Atlantic City. if Biafra is restored, the Eko Atlantic City Masterplan will collapse. #thinkagainseriouslynow# |
ECHOES OF BIAFRA Biafra my Biafra! Land of the Rising Sun! Heritage of the peoples of the coast and the creeks Where the great rivers empty into the sea; And the hinterlands, where oil palms adorn the landscape. The bounties from your bowels go to enrich The desert lands of the Caliphate region While you lie polluted and ravaged and your people impoverished. Some have sold you for political seats in a corrupt polity Others have exchanged you for the gift of oil blocs even in your land Wrenched forcefully away from you by slaves for their masters Dividing brothers with the bribe of the property of their brothers. Biafra! Bartered and butchered, yet too resilient to be destroyed, Terrorized and violated by the marauders from Futa Jalon, yet not cowed. Spirit of Biafra! Your technologies confound the ingenuity of Japan To the chagrin and embarrassment of imperialist Britain And the shame of their puppet, Nigeria Biafra! Land of the Rising Sun! Some claim your sun set at dawn never to rise again But the Rising Sun shall its full splendor display at the fullness of time For the spirit of your heroes dead and alive rest not and will not rest. They agitate for appeasement; they cry out demanding for vengeance And will never rest until the Rising Sun rises in full splendor, The flag hoisted to the high heavens in the land Where their blood was poured out as sacrifice for freedom, And your voice shall be raised to sing the songs of victory, To assuage and comfort the heroes whose innocent blood Cry day and night for recompense: One says give me Biafra Another says Biafra or Death! And there comes the time when we shall say All Hail Biafra: Long live the Land of the Rising Sun May her people be happy and prosper in freedom Much more than they prospered in Bondage All hail Biafra! By Dr. Ola N. Uchendu |
Wike has done well in Port Harcourt. Unfortunately, the name Harcourt should be changed because he was a British paedophile who raped little boys and girls and died by committing suicide. Our people don't know history and it's very unfortunate. |
DO NOT GIVE GRAZING LANDS TO THE FULANI: Professor Ben Nwabueze wrote on 22/01/2018 The name Shiekh dan Fodio, the Sanduana’s forbear, is worth recalling again. He was a Fulani immigrant in Gobir (now renamed Sokoto), who was accommodated and well-favoured by the King of Gobir. Dan Fodio mobilised an army of Fulani immigrants who, in 1804 – 1808, overran all the Hausa Kingdoms and some other neighbouring communities, dethroned their rulers, installing Fulani emirs in their places, and imposed the Moslem religion on them. Thus was Hausaland together with other conquered lands, islamised, and a caliphate established over Sokoto, with dan Fodio as its Sultan. That was the price the Hausas paid for their hospitality in granting access to grazing land to the Fulani immigrant settlers. With knowledge of the tragic experience of the Hausas in 1804 – 1808, we should not make the tragic mistake of letting history repeat itself in 2018. It should be mentioned that the Fulani immigrant settlers’ ravaging on-slaught failed to subdue the Bornu and Jukun kingdoms, whose rulers have continued to maintain suzerainty over the their terrotiries till date.
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In his last broadcast on Radio Biafra, the Biafran Leader exposed some section of the Nigerian laws predicated on some sections of the provision of 1999 Nigerian constitution and some existing laws that legalized his demand for a separate Biafran State out of Nigeria. He spoke so confidently about the justiciability of these laws as they are written in Black and white which formed parts of the common laws of the federation of Nigeria and no court in the country has any powers to assumed any jurisdiction concerning these sets laws when they are connected to process for demand for outright secession or struggle for self-determination for a separate homeland out of Nigeria, once the process do not contravene the process laid down in the criminal code of the federal Republic of Nigeria. The citation of some of these laws that he cited are; 1. That under the Shagari administration in 1983, there was a law passed by the National Assembly in Lagos during that political era titled “The Law of the Federation of Nigeria” which enable any Region or a people, who felt that they are political, economic and socio-cultural oppressed within Nigeria State, to be assisted by the government of the country to freely exited the Nigerian federation to seek for separate homeland where the above deprivation can be redressed. 2. That there was a decree promulgated under the general Babagida administration titled “The Laws of the Federation of Nigeria, 1990, cap 10” The above law re-consolidated the rights of secession and self-determination to any people and parts of Nigeria, which was initially asserted in the 1983 laws, can comfortable pullout of the Nigerian federation with the supports of the Nigerian State. 3. That there was also consolidation of the above two laws that legalized the calls and struggle for secession and calls for self-determination under Nigerian common laws passed under the democratic administration of President Olusegun Obasanjo titled “The Law of the Federation of Nigeria” passed in 2004. This Act powered Nigeria to be a state party positively with all technical assistance to any Region or peoples in Nigeria seriously advocating for exit out of the Nigerian federation. But from all indications, it could be assumed that it is the criminal class political elites, traditional rulers and business and corporate professionals along North and South divide who are the albatross and the stumbling block to the enforcement of these above laws to segments and groups who had long rejected the unworkable and fraudulent National unity that has bought deaths, genocide, ethnic cleansing, pains, under-development, poverty, massive uncontained corruption practices within the public and private sectors at all strata of the Nigerian society. As recorded by MAKANJUOLA ADIGUN MUHAMMED. |
Lets fin out what Femi is talking..... https://soundcloud.com/solosoftnigeria/franktalk-with-chief-fani-kayode?fbclid=IwAR3qIPGIjxMR26VHw_RJrYLfC2BCw8fMN0YdkB9VsunuIuWf74vFjS2xBu4
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A thinking Nigerian... From today, I’ll stop to call Buhari Nigeria’s president because he is NOT. He is a shameless mandate thief, a fascistic geriatric conman. Because he lacks legitimacy to rule again, expect the official inauguration of fascist totalitarianism in the coming days, weeks, months, and years. This is by far the darkest period in the history of Nigeria's democracy. |
Buhari: The Inauguration of an Illegitimate President By Prof. Farooq Kperogi Today, Nigeria will inaugurate an illegitimate president who unashamedly stole someone else’s electoral mandate in broad daylight. Buhari (whom most people now call “Buharig” because of the unprecedentedly crude electoral heist he perpetrated in February) and the cabal of corrupt, clueless, and unconscionable provincials who rule on his behalf instructed their minions to rig the last presidential election because they knew Buhari had not a snowball’s chance in hell of winning the election. In spite of their rigging, however, Buhari still came up short. He lost to Atiku by nearly 2 million votes from their own rigged figures. So he ordered INEC to invent arbitrary figures and proclaim him winner. And degenerate, unprincipled, and morally compromised Mahmood Yakubu who has gone down in the annals as the absolute worst and most detestable INEC chairman Nigeria has ever had obliged dutifully. That’s why nearly three months after the election, INEC has not had the courage to share the raw data of the election with the public. It’s because the numbers won’t add up. They’re still frantically fudging the figures to justify the fraudulent figures they assigned to presidential candidates. To be sure, this isn’t the first time elections were rigged in Nigeria. In fact, all previous elections have been rigged. Nevertheless, in past rigged presidential elections, the winners would still have won even if the elections were free and fair. It was overzealousness and the absence of restraining mechanisms against electoral manipulation that enabled their rigging. Buhari’s electoral theft is the first time since 1999 that a presidential candidate who lost an election by a massive margin has been declared winner. From today, I’ll stop to call Buhari Nigeria’s president because he is NOT. He is a shameless mandate thief, a fascistic geriatric conman. Because he lacks legitimacy to rule again, expect the official inauguration of fascist totalitarianism in the coming days, weeks, months, and years. This is by far the darkest period in the history of Nigeria's democracy. I commiserate with Nigerians who are witnessing the brutal annihilation of the faintest vestiges of democracy in their country by an inept, illegitimate fraud who is held hostage by an irreversible mental and cognitive decline as evidenced, yet again, in the tediously rambling disaster of an interview he gave yesterday where he couldn’t tell Nigerians who he is. |
The march goes on...
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Rossikk:A child of Aminu Jubrin Al Sudani, the Impostor, impersonating the late Buhari, what the hell is wrong to matter with you? Stay your lane and let Ndiigbo be. Biafra is already restored and there's absolutely nothing you and the fake sophisticated morons would do to stop an idea whose time has come. Now, clear the road make i find space to fart....gormless black Neanderthal, no offence intended. |
Nnamdi Kanu's Art of Prophecy The prophesies of Nnamdi Kanu over the Radio Biafra, for which he is unjustly incarcerated have all come to pass. On 6th Feb. 2014 #NnamdiKanu said: “As they campaign vigorously for elections, you would think, they are coming to grow the economy, enthrone justice, breed unity and tolerance, love for one another. No, they are coming to enthrone Hausa Fulani supremacy, to reposition the security agencies by sacking all competent hands and replace them with their kinsmen in order to drive their ethnic domination of the south, the Fulani herdsmen will be armed and encouraged to slaughter us with impurity and their masters will protect them. They are coming to ensure that my people are enslaved forever. Those who do not believe me will soon see it happen before their eyes” ON 12 Oct 2014: “The Fulani will take over the entire south as a continuation of their age old agenda to Islamize Eastern Nigeria. They will brazenly seize our land in pretence of creating crazing fields for the Fulani. Then the conquest will be complete, we will become their slaves forever” On 6th Nov 2014 “Between Jonathan and Buhari, none is good for us. Freedom remains our only option, Jonathan is weak and confused, Buhari is a bloody thirsty tyrant, who will destroy the land with his parochial view point. His kinsmen will take over the military and the security architecture of the land. Christians and Easterners will become endangered species; He will use the security apparatus to advance the agenda of his ethnic group. My people will suffer” On 2nd Dec. 2014 “Then a group deadlier than Boko Haram will emerge, they will seize our farmland, rape our women, kill our people and their master will protect, defend and even arm them, because their sole agenda is to enslave us forever. Those who cannot see it now, will soon see it. The hatred in their souls for my people is legendary. They do not see us as humans. They kill, they slaughter, they burn and they destroy. Mindless bloodletting is in their DNA. My people are in trouble” On 16th Jan 2015 “Unity flows with love and mutual respect. This artificial unity with people who see you as an infidel and unbeliever is fake and dangerous. We are better off on our own. They kill with impunity, yet they say we must stay together. They have only one agenda, to chase away Jonathan and enslave us forever. They are coming with vengeance, anger and revenge for the years they stayed out of power. They plan to intimidate, silence and enslave us. Their world view is so strange and different from ours, we are in big trouble” On 15th March 2015 “Then a group deadlier than Boko Haram will emerge, they will seize our farmland, rape our women, kill our people and their master will protect, defend and even arm them, because their sole agenda is to enslave us forever. Those who cannot see it now, will soon see it. The hatred in their souls for my people is legendary. They do not see us as humans. They kill, they slaughter, they burn and they destroy. Mindless bloodletting is in their DNA. My people are in trouble” On 16th Jan 2015 “Unity flows with love and mutual respect. This artificial unity with people who see you as an infidel and unbeliever is fake and dangerous. We are better off on our own. They kill with impunity, yet they say we must stay together. They have only one agenda, to chase away Jonathan and enslave us forever. They are coming with vengeance, anger and revenge for the years they stayed out of power. They plan to intimidate, silence and enslave us. Their world view is so strange and different from ours, we are in big trouble” On 15th March 2015 “Then a group deadlier than Boko Haram will emerge, they will seize our farmland, rape our women, kill our people and their master will protect, defend and even arm them, because their sole agenda is to enslave us forever. Those who cannot see it now, will soon see it. The hatred in their souls for my people is legendary. They do not see us as humans. They kill, they slaughter, they burn and they destroy. Mindless bloodletting is in their DNA. My people are in trouble” On 16th Jan 2015 “Unity flows with love and mutual respect. This artificial unity with people who see you as an infidel and unbeliever is fake and dangerous. We are better off on our own. They kill with impunity, yet they say we must stay together. They have only one agenda, to chase away Jonathan and enslave us forever. They are coming with vengeance, anger and revenge for the years they stayed out of power. They plan to intimidate, silence and enslave us. Their world view is so strange and different from ours, we are in big trouble” “All we ever wanted is freedom to realize our full potentials in the space of land God Almighty placed us in this planet, but there is persons whose agenda is to intimidate and dominate others. They hate freedom, justice and fair play. They enslaved Northerners for centuries, they want to extend and replicate this dominating culture down South. They use terror as a weapon of intimidation, they have no regard for non-Muslims, they hate us with passion, yet they won’t let my people go. Their only desire is to dominate and oppress others, once they are out of power; they immediately resort to either Pogroms (1966) Sharia law introduction (2000/2001) or Boko Haram (2011). They are enemies of peaceful co-existence. We want freedom, we respect justice and equity, and above all, we respect the sanctity of human live. These people do not; they use terror to intimidate and subdue in order to rule over everybody else.” |
These are Igbo Efulefus...
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Utthaan4:Do you know....
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We need urgently a projectile Missile to stop the charade that's about to happen tomorrow in Abuja. |
Mazi Nnamdi Kanu says: This is the bumbling imposter Jubril Al-Sudani, this time with full compliment of Buhari look alike latex mask and make-up, messing himself up as usual in a set-piece interview. That Nigerian media managed to convince some people that this roundly incoherent and intellectually challenged buffoon in this video is the dead Muhammadu Buhari, is one of the greatest deceptions of the 21st century. That key question by the journalist "who is Buhari" and the accompanying answer provided by Jubril, is the watershed moment in the sorry saga of fraudulent misrule of the Fulani cabal. This thing on this video is who they intend to swear into office tomorrow as president of over 200 million people. After watching this interview, it will dawn on even the most idiotic person that black Africans are indeed the architect of their own misfortune especially Nigerians. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Qm8dR3CMww |