While the first was a deputy commissioner of police. He had a rank left to reach the peak of his career in his field; however, his life was pruned. The other was a corp member. He was an alumnus of my school- particularly, he belonged to the Faculty I am currently presiding over as information had it- he was just a young man with a truckload of potentials. He was shot dead.
This is the effect of poisonous and puerile politics. The gift of cunningness and avariciousness. They play god every now and then. They are power mongers who are ready to equate GOD. They hunt and hound people in order to prove their might. In effect, they activate chaos and catapult doom into different households haphazardly.
As a matter of factly, this is not the best of times for this nation. Our clock chimes terror and horror. We have subscribed to carnage,by extension, we have been caged. News do not blare greatness rather it thunders gory details.
Old wines now fill-up new bottles. Sinners are now branded as saints. The hope of a better tomorrow has been sacrificed on the alters of ethnicity, egocentricity and political prebendalism. You praise-sing them, you get a mouth-watering offer. You drub them, you cool your feet in a dingy cell. Living here is equivalent to spending a summer in the hell. It is an execrably dispiriting story no one will love to tell.
Even a cow has a right of way. Yet, human rights hold no sway. Nigeria! Which way?
These times are hard! Blood! Blood! Everywhere. Yet, there’s none available for an anaemic patient! In fact, Nigeria itself is politically and administratively ANAEMIC!
