Strolled to the nearest bus stop close to my house and stopped at my favorite corner, took a chair and drank on something soft while facing the world and looking at people's faces. Nigerian people's face. Faces of ambition. Of hope. Of dreams that never woke and finally I noticed a common trait with most of the men walking off and about. They were muttering, talking to themselves. Like mad demented, heavily senile psychopaths. No exaggeration.
Every one in four men that passed talked to himself and hissed continuously. Oblivious of their environment. This government must be sugary or "pepperious" Something is not right with these people. Our President must be doing something better. Something distinct, different as suddenly social status and stratification have been merged and abridged. Everyone is roaming in the pits of this times, harsh and perilously sweetened. The pain etched in every eye, sunken chin and pale, yellow eyes like those lacking 'bilirubin'.
Show me just one person who is smiling and laughing like a fool as witnessed in the past government. See them frowning, This is amazing to me, even the rich and very affluent have drop of tears at the corners of their eyes making them look like a life canvas... their fat chubby face begin to sag like an old woman's breasts.
"Change'
Dividends of an unbearable transformation.
Dividends of an unbearable transformation.
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