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Blacklives Cownt may Cunt

In America a black man is killed, and there is an uproar in America!!! 

The noise is so loud the whole world hears it

The match was lit in small part of a large city, the people were so vexed they blew hot air and the smoke traveled all over the world

Now, across the Atlantic and pacific, across Continents and race, countries and states, we all want to identify and join the struggle

It's racism, white against black and we are blacks so we must get involved after all blacklives matter

But do we even know the implications of black lives matter or we just say it to chase clout and sound woke?

People even use the hashtag to appear woke

Tina is dead shot to death by a drunk policeman and I just found out...she was 16

Uwa was raped and bludgeoned to death inside Church!!!! She was 22, an undergraduate!!! 

She wasn't half naked, wasn't inside club, wasn't following bad gang... She went to church to read and she was raped and killed... Her life snuffed ouf of her... Ask why she went to church to read and I'll block you!!! 

Right now there is a massacre in southern Kaduna, a bloody Genocide going on under our noses... Nobody, not even a single socialite or celebrity is talking about it

Black fulani monsters are killing black pastoralists

But Yoruba and igbos will rather fight themselves on Rant HQ than rant together and fight a common enemy 

In Nigeria, a Nigerian is killed, but until there is an uproar in America we the locals won't even hear it! 

We will wait too until Americans cry the cry for us before we take it serious 

Then we will follow suit

Welcome to Nigeria where the world even help us cry

We are only giants on Twitter

That's the only place we are united and defeat the world, on Twitter we are world power but reality, we are the anus of the world!!!

Let's face the truth 

The black man is the biggest enemy of the black man

Not the white 

The number of black killed by black surpasses that of black killed by white 

I'm not talking about pre colonial era, I'm talking now, 21st century Corona era

The white don't hate us

Indeed we don't even matter to them and it's not racism 

It's something else

It's irritation 

We are disgustingly insignificant 

Because truth be told, we are our own worst enemy 

Ask Biafra, ask South Africa, ask Libya, Ask Rwanda

Let's not even go back to our ancestors who sold their own for gun powder and gin... It's too far in the past

Let's ask the young men that were shot and killed by trigger happy policemen at the beginning of the quarantine in Delta state and other parts of Nigeria

Joseph Pessu in Warri, shot and killed, how many of us know or remember his name

Let's ask the number of men and women who lost their jobs or weren't even considered because they weren't Igbo, Yoruba or Hausa

Let's ask the men and women who lost their relationships because the mother said her son cannot marry from another tribe

Let's ask the students denied admission because of their tribe

Let's ask the families of the 18 people killed by the police and other security agencies last month, April, during the lockdown... how many of them trended!

Where was the justice then 

Where is the justice now

Until we matter to our own selves first, maybe, just maybe, the world will notice us enough for us to matter 

George Floyd yen yen yen... RIP brother...

What about the one you can pronounce, Uwa, Tina, Joseph Pessu! 

Tribalism is worse than racism because it is your own kind, the same skin color victimizing and oppressing you because you are from a different tribe

Charity begins at home

Floyd was a local case until the black and white Americans made so much noise it became global 

Southern Kaduna Genocide, Tina and Uwa are local, it's up to us to make it global 

If we can only channel half the energy we use to fight on Twitter and make this issues trend, their lives will matter

But let's keep waiting for a leader that is too old to have an erection or a people too average to count 

As long as we remain average and narrow-minded , black lives will never count but cunt

But let the topic be a religious one, just let it be a pastor who raped Tina, awon sheeps will jump like wolves to defend their Christianity over humanity

Call out their pastor now and see them carry a rocket to a pillow fight

The only time blacklives count is when it's a cow's life

Welcome to Nigeria where Blacklives doesn't count but cownt

Blacklives cownt, nay blacklives cunts


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne 

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