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TheFacelessMan:
RIP to this guy. But let me share this.

I remember participating in jungle justice once at Computer Village.

This guy had been accused of stealing an Iphone.

When we searched him, he had a Samsung S9, brand new, with his family pictures.

Yet the crowd insisted on lynching him....


I was relishing keeping his phone. Someone had brought petrol and the bonfire was set


6 guys had surrounded this slender looking guy.


As they advanced towards him, i saw some pictures and shouted : "WAIT!!!!!!!"


Before the words died in my throat,


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Attackers 1 and 2 were floating in the air in slow motion



The would-be lynchee was punching - hard and fast.


Attacker number 3 was flat on his back 0.5 second later.


Numbers 4,5 & 6 started a 100m sprint AWAY from the guy.

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His shirt was still snow white when he walked over to me.



"I was keeeeeeeee, keeeeee, keepingggggggg it for you, Sir", I stammered at this boy, at least 8 years younger than me

He stared at me coldly and snatched his phone from my hand.


This was the picture i saw on his phone.....

Darksider131:
if your story is true, then i pity your future

prince3009:
[s]Stop trying so hard from moving from a well known bigot to a NL comedian! It's not just working!![/s]

Reelmii:
war is the title of this movie

INDUSTRIALFAN:
what is your problem oga? What is it nau?

Where is the rest if the story?

Ooni:
and my people on death row in same Saudi Arabia will be beheaded? Yoruba ronu!

Kennydoc:
Zik ran away from where to where?

Awolowo and Abiola that didn't run away, how did they end? I guess that is bravery to you.

At least coward Ojukwu fought a war. He faced and dared his oppressors. He even managed to hold it together for about 30 months. He's still a hero, a term you can never come to understand.

Kennydoc:
Even if he's Igbo, so what?
By the time a Yoruba man starts calling Igbos cowards, then you know alcohol and hards drugs are speaking.
Enjoy ur foolery.

caracas:
Superior my foot
Afonjas wud always be inferior to the igbos
Even your forefathers tried their best but failed ......

Gratefulheart01:
Gratefulheart01 to his father

Be like say your madness dey even worse, your case still better pass this the last time. Eyah. Your village person wey hit you with this madness no try o.

Gratefulheart01:
Acetaminophen, 2-2-2 for two day.

Help me great Hitler when you reach hell.

TheFacelessMan:
I remember escaping from Kirikiri Maximum Prisons in 1984.

We were15 on the chain gang, the prison team sent to break down rocks on a quarry in Badagry.

I was down with hard labour...25 to life for yet another murder. FG thought it was the 15th, it was actually the 24th.

The jail warden, Sergeant Okoro, was a bald headed nasty m***fvcker straight from Hell...

3 guys that had planned this escape for weeks - Garba, Obinna and i

6 armed guards were on the 15 of us....we were at least 300 miles from civilization.


In blistering scorching sun, sweat was pouring from our bodies, the salt stinging our eyes as we brought down the sledgehammers again and again.



Garba started coughing violently, the signal for show-time. He was spitting out his lungs practically.

Prison or Tuberculosis, it was a toss up what would kill him first.

Just as the 2nd guard bent over Garba, Okoro with his beady eyes that missed nothing, KNEW something was amiss.

Obinna coming from behind, grabbed the bent over guard by the throat and squeezed …..

His handcuffs sank into the neck of the fat ass guard, there was a fine mist of blood that splashed everywhere.


ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!

The prisoners descended on the guards like ants on sugar. 3 prisoners to each guard.

Okoro shouted "KILL THE RATS" and gunshots rang out, blood everywhere, skulls crushed with hammers.


I immediately took off and ran in the direction of the swamps.

I had packed alligator pepper, the extra-strong one Yorubas like into both pockets; stolen over 2 weeks from kitchen duties.

I quickly sprayed it behind, any dog that followed my scent would get a nasty noseful.


I kept hearing screams, wails, gunshots and dogs barking.


15 mins into my lung bursting run close to the river, all fell silent. It was the silence of a graveyard at midnight, eerie and tense.

Panting, i rested against the tree and listened carefully with every single cell of my body.


I heard them faintly doing a head count. The rebellion had been quashed !

I heard shouts and dogs barking ....coming closer and closer....


To be continued. ...