Saturday, 14 February 2009

Happy Valentine's Day!!

All this fuss is super irritating..
Sadly,for most people,it's just a day to show superficial love.
Thankfully,today,I witnessed real and genuine love.
I was on Harvey road Yaba,on my way to the island today,when the car
in front of me pulled over just across the secondary school.The
occupants,a woman and two men,alighted and opened the booth/trunk of
the car.I saw big bags with styrofoam containing food and lots of
drinks.

I was totally moved,I almost wept.That is love.Love is supposed to be
selfless,and that was selfless of them.

So,to everyone who showed love to someone they do not know,Happy
Valentine's Day.

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"Hope" is the thing with feathers-that perches in the soul and sings
the tune without words- and never stops- at all.
Emily Dickinson.

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

Road robberies

I am MAD..not upset..just MAD!!

My baby brother(if 24 is the age of a baby),left home this morning
with our cousin to Nsukka to get cleared that they owe the University
nothing,convoke,get their call up letters,then proceed to get harassed
by the damn government for a full year,instead,he has just called to
say that buses are being robbed in Edo state.

I hate that I am from a country where the government is
unaccountable.I hate that I am from a country where the voices of the
people are unheard,and even when heard,the protests are swept under
the carpet.I hate that to be a Nigerian is synonymous with
corruption.I hate that because of the laxity of the BASTARDS who
rigged the elections in Nigeria,people can't travel by road without
fearing attacks by robbers.

Right now,I just want my family safe.

May The Lord protect us.

Amen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I forgot to add that he is travelling with his suit,and a bullet
penetrated his suit carrier and has wrecked his suit.

And this is written in real time as per they are in the bush for the
second time(Jack Bauer will be green with envy).

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Sent from my mobile device

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-that perches in the soul and sings
the tune without words- and never stops- at all.
Emily Dickinson.