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Queen Mercy

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Tobi didn't win!

KimOprah, one of the early evictees this year didn't win!

Yet they are holidaying in Miami.

You that have been fighting for Tacha and Mercy, howfar, have you eaten this morning?

You that have been arguing over Frodd and Seyi, have you paid your child's school fees?

You there, insulting and pulling your wig over Mercy and Ike smoking and having fun...have you bought a bag of rice recently?

The same people that voted for these housemates and against them, carried banners and campaigned under the scorching sun for Mercy and Tacha, and even fought and embarrassed themselves in public over a game, will still vote next year and the year after, and the year after the one after.

Nigerians are the most hopeless specie.

You are killing yourself, fighting from a place of poverty and lack over people sleeping, smoking, partying and drinking every weekend, eating more than you have ever eaten, playing games, meeting stars and living in luxury in a luxurious house over a game where everybody wins irrespective of who the overall winner is and spending money you don't have.

One thing the average Nigerian doesn't get is this, all the BBN housemates won and continues to win every time, in terms of marketing and branding, the real winner here is Big Brother... How I love the brand and wish to learn from them.

They don't care about your morals.
They don't care about your opinion.
They don't care about your feelings.
They don't care if you don't like Tacha or if Diane is a virgin.
They only care about your money in terms of vote.
Keep watching.
Keep crying.
Keep dying...
Keep tearing your head out in frustration and bitterness.
But please don't stop watching and voting.

Don't worry, next year is not far...''Big Brother Nyanga dey sweet'' is coming.

Go again and buy the form, you might make it to the house.

7.2billion made in 3 months and you think it's hard to make money in Nigeria.

The only people that lost are the Nigerians that took a game personal and made a fool of their already wretched existence.

The state of hopelessness in Nigeria is hopeless.

BBN 2019 is over, now can we focus on Bubu.

By the way, well-done Mercy.
Carry go...

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