#ENDSARS – WHAT MASSACRE? | THIS DAY
Even I got carried away that night watching. The army came in, I shouted. What madness, they are killing our children. The bastards kill our children. I cry and meet all of my children, at home and abroad, inside and outside of marriage, to make sure they are not near the toll gate during that I watch. Afterwards, they start sharing photos of the dead blood on the Nigerian flag. I’m even writing an article that Osinbajo should quit.
I beg Pasteur Adeboye to ex-communier because he was part of a murderous regime. A very beautiful socialite from Lagos sends a video abusing Sanwo-Olu. When the dust clears, we begin to wonder, where are the dead? We now see o. I just regret. Shamefully I start to ask where are the dead? What happened? Where is the massacre? Over time, even CNN starts to look stupid. These people used a combination of fake news and Internet magic to sell a lie.
The US State Department said what was originally sold to us was a lemon. But wait before you gloat. When you fight a monster that won’t move and is too powerful, this is what you get. Abi, do you want to go fight the federal government with this huge army that’s very adept at fighting kids at bus stops, or do you want to change an endemic system into its excruciating anomie? The only thing you will have to resort to is to manipulate the spirits in the hope that the fear of discontent can come and sweep away the oppressors.
But it failed. Simply because he had no support or ideological tendency and was most likely supported by a selfish and narrow interest. Perhaps it was not a real turmoil of the oppressed people. It reminds me of the recent fight I had with Chantal and Zara. So for them, I am the federal government with an authority that I abuse. I’m screaming at them, don’t allow them the freedom they want. It’s their o position, so I don’t describe myself as o. So one day I noticed that my Netflix identity on my bedroom screen which had a very nice image of myself had turned into a very ugly monster.
The wey na me dey pay wifi was no longer reaching my room, and my favorite yogurts that I take the night before bed were turning sour. Kai, hot water vine, only my bathroom was no longer flowing, and my Friska BP tea had started to arrive very late by this time, I would have slept. These children responded in other ways. As they could not face me head-on, they engage in guerrilla warfare. I had to call a truce before they went to infiltrate my laptop and see their daddy still watching Xvideos.
I say let’s talk to understand each other better. They speak o. they tell me things about them and about me that shock me. I look like a Duchess, look at these girls. I was a stranger to them. I swallow my pride, beg and promise to change, and the monster left my screen and was replaced by me again. The federal government needs to listen more and should not be cheering for this American report now because the next minute Lai will start speaking. Sha is listening more.