“Four months after my fourteenth birthday, tragedy struck! My father was gruesomelymurdered in a war-free environment by those people who were supposed to protect us- the police.The death of my father made me to be resentful against anything that represented the government,not because I was made to be a fatherless child at such a young age or even because my poverty-beclouded future was finally crumbled by the death of the bread winner but for the circumstancessurrounding his untimely death.My father was conducting his transportation business on this fateful day when he was stoppedby a police officer at one of the multiple illegal check points who demanded for ten naira( theamount has been increased to fifty naira now due to inflation) being the money extorted fromcommercial car drivers. According to an eye-witness report, my father who claimed to be on hisfirst trip with apparently insufficient amount of money refused to oblige the police officer. A disagreement ensued; the policeman pulled the trigger and the man on whose ‘head’ the hopes of many had been heaped was left writhing in the pool of his own blood.”
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Keep it up… continue continue, when you get tired, continue.
Mine o mine,
The metaphoric and sacarstic way of presenting this scenario is really fascinating brother – you should have a column in one of our national dailies to ear your views.
Keep it up
thanks lanre, am keeping it up.