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Musa Dikwa EXPOSES NORTHERN GOVERNORS

____ Says they sponsor Boko Haram____



The above hyperopic statement coming from an uncelebrated clergyman, appearing to be true as it seems but perhaps decorated by the sheer conscience of people with clue of this wanton of mishaps plaguing us, who feel it an obligation rather than a duty to cry in their lean voice to the public in an attempt to share their unheard chunk of the stories of this continuous killings and bloodbath that is ravaging the existence of us as a nation is only a call sent through a broken phone line of political misfortune at the time such call should be picked with total immediacy. 

One would be solving an insolvable puzzle in trying to entangle the mystery surrounding these daily killings in a country already battered by poor state of affairs and leadership. 

Nigeria is a country free from natural disasters but her citizens has become the natural disasters that has nearly swallow the country.  She is a country naturally endowed and sufficient enough to lead the front line in the international political scene, the country is rich but so poor, and her citizens have chosen self-destruction in place of self-abnegation. 

Several others have leaked "open a can of whoop ass" monster staring the nation at the face, and  like Musa Dikwa each time this satirical open secret is leaked, it is covered immediately by the goons at the aim of affairs who rarely care about what bothers outside their ever swelling pockets. 

With the present state of situations in this country one will wonder what is really important:

Is it the ban on the importation of edible products? 

Or

The approval of Toyota Camry 2020 model (foreign car) as official car for lawmakers?... facetious. Isn't it? 

Is it the public outcry to change security chiefs at the aim of the nation's security  affairs that is welcome  by PMB purposely blocked  ears?   

Or 

Burutai promising to "deal decisively with criminal elements in Niger Delta" while Boko Haram slaughter innocent citizens in their thousands in the North? 

In this conjoined territory called Nigeria everything seems like a joke. 
Human life is like a joke, if not thousands wouldn't be losing their lives on a daily basis while those unleashing this mayhem is given a presidential handshake.  The economy is like a joke, if not the government wouldn't be going on a lending spree across the globe while the nation's economy continues dancing in the red zone of recession.  The education system seems a joke too, if not the government yearly budget  wouldn't allocate penny for the sector while allocating two hundred million naira (#200,000,000.00) as the president wardrobe allowance. Health sector a joke also if not, political and public office holders shouldn't be seeking medical care outside the country while our so called health facilities is practically not in existence for the common man.  Unemployment is totally a joke from all indications if not, Benue state governor Samuel Ortoem wouldn't have bought wheelbarrows for Benue youths as empowerment. 

In a country like this where we (humans) exist in the state of oblivion (forgetfulness), it is totally our responsibility to look out for ourselves because all elements that would have aid our existence as nation has failed us. 
Ponder on these and many others things around you perhaps it will make sense to you. 


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