PEOPLE'S LIVES MATTERS.

I can't breathe", "Mama, "Don't kill me, I can't breathe."Please, the knee in my neck, I can't breathe." George Floyd.

He finds it difficult to breath after Officer Derek Chauvin kneeled on his neck for eight minutes, accusing him of resisting arrest.

The above scenario exposed one of the many brutal killings unarmed individuals have had to suffer from the hands of the men in uniform (Police) who ought to have protected them.

George Floyd death just like Eric Garner in 2014, calls for so many questions as regards humans life and it important to other humans.

In Nigeria for example, the bloodbath engaged by men in ungodly uniform seems to escape the radar in contrast to what is obtainable in the United States.

The most recent of this brutality by Police was the killing of Kazeem Tiyamiyu, assistant captain of Remo Stars Football Club.

Police reports denied the allegations on the killing of Kazeem Tiyamiyu just as they denied the killing of George Floyd.

But the good thing on the case of George Floyd was that bystanders were busy going live on social media while they men on uniform go on with their ungodly act.

One would say that George Floyd was killed out of racist intention by Officer Derek Chauvin but perhaps this act transcended the very reason behind the killing.

The killing of unarmed individuals by police men should give us a cause to ponder just as it is getting out of hand everyday.

The society we live in has become a bee hive of brutal activities that human life becomes worthless.

We wonder when killing of this nature will end, and our hopes seems to hold no salt to authorities whose responsibility is to protect and make the society livable for us.

George Floyd is death and the dead tell no tells.

His only voice is the recording of the bystanders to give him justice if there's still one.

Let's hope George gets justice.

#PeoplesLivesMatters

✍️ Patrick Ekong

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