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Nigeria...A Cosmic Joke


Nigerians don't look before they leap.

They smell and leap.

We are incapable of seeing beyond our noses.

Because our vision is blinded by our stomach.

We react before we act.

So we go through life like dogs

We smell and then we eat.

We don't look and think.

We don't even plan, like the ants do, gathering for tomorrow.

Like dogs, we dig up, scatter and destroy just to eat.

We are so basic, even science failed to classify us.

This is why highly trained and skilled policemen will wield automatic rifles and storm a harmless birthday party to arrest Bobrisky, a confused and clueless cross dresser.

Yet stay away for hours while Fulani herdsmen and Boko Haram terrorists run rampage and ravage a community for hours, unchecked.

Then, tomorrow this same terrorist organization will be celebrated because they decided to fight a people more humane yet stupider than them.

Even as a joke...it is still not funny.

When we stop reacting and start thinking long enough before acting, we will realize the animals that rape, kill, kidnap and slaughter their own can never be better than the monsters that attack foreigners for their own.

Evil never cancels evil but evil can be greater than evil, and consume evil.

This is not even the direction I wanted this tirade to go.

I was just tired of this cosmic joke called Nigeria

But this is what happens when you write about something as nothing as Nigeria.

There's nothing left to write about Nigeria again...local man cannot just can anymore!


Written from the anus of the world.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.com

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