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Nigerian Men are the Plague and Plight of the Universe



Men are the problem we have in this country.

Have you seen a female Fulani terrorist herdswoman?

Yea I know we have the female suicide bombers, but the ratio to the men is 1 : 100!!!

Or a female armed robber of late terrorizing cities and towns?

Even a female SARS agent brutalizing those they are meant to protect and serve?

Maybe even a female military personnel harassing and beating helpless, unarmed civilians in a sadistic show of strength and might.

Majority of the LASTMA officials, Boko Haram,  APC and PDP members are men.

El Rufai is a man.

Lai Mohammed is a man.

Osinbanjo is a man.

Buhari is a man!

Even Coza Rape King and chairman, Man's hot!!!

One chance operatives are usually men, yeah they might have one or two women in their midst, but majority are men!!!

It's always men changing dollars in the taxi or looking for who to help them hide their heap of dollars!

Men are the problems we have in this world.

Go to Indonesia, Dubai, China, Taiwan, South Africa, America, England, Italy, Ghana..go anywhere in this world and Nigerian men are either peddling drugs, yahoo yahoo, kidnapping, begging or just fighting and bringing shame to the green white green!

We are popular now the way a disease is.

No country wants us

Nobody wants us

Even us don't want us

We have become an infection nobody wants

Soon, no woman will want us!

They have shot

Hanged

Burned

Beaten

Lynched

Xenophobicalized

Raped

Injected

Insulted

And las las deported us

Yet, we continue to rise like the Phoenix from the ashes and keep committing atrocities like the devil!

We are unstoppable in our sheer demonstration of chaos and crime!

One day, Nigeria will become a prison, one we can't escape because nobody else wants us and also because we were born inside and trapped for life!

Heard the U.S is denying visas to the perpetuators of the electoral rigging, and also Nigerians are being blacklisted too..imagine all the counties of the world taking this measure...we will be trapped in  Nigeria, then suicide will be the only way to escape.

Women became a problem when the word ''MAN'' was added to ''WO'' making it ''woMAN''

Take out half or more than 70% of the population of the male species in Nigeria and we will still have a problem.

But take out 99% of the men in Nigeria, (except me and my family, God bless you)...and you would have solved the world's problem by a mile and a half

Because Nigeria men are the plague and plight of the universe.

Keep looking for male children and sons to continue your evil legacy.

Las las we will be alright.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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