The Evil Called Politics In Kogi State- Isah Bala
It's time for the youths of this great nation to start seeing farther than the end of the nose. Inside me, I wept vehemently at the brutal killing of a vibrant youth at Pro-Dino Melaye's rally yesterday, it's heart-wrenching.
An able bodied youth, someone's child, someone's hope, who doesn't belong to the families of the two political gladiators fighting for God knows what.
Nigerian politics has always been me and my family first before the masses who are always at the receiving end of their shenanigans.
Your life is more precious to gamble for the rancorous politicians who doesn't no you are existing afterwards, the token given to you to partake in their vengeance is not worth what dying for.
An able bodied youth has been used as sacrificial lamb in the ongoing political chess in Kogi State, he is gone, he will be buried, and his family will forever feel the scar left behind, while the main FIGHTERS will dine and sleep with their families happily and don't be surprised if you see them dancing on one rostrum tomorrow. But then, the killer and the killed will not be remembered again.
Yes I am pain, and my heart bleeds for this evil game called politics and our youths that refuse to see farther than the end of the nose.
I just hope, this will forever be remembered and serve as a lesson to the youths.
An able bodied youth, someone's child, someone's hope, who doesn't belong to the families of the two political gladiators fighting for God knows what.
Nigerian politics has always been me and my family first before the masses who are always at the receiving end of their shenanigans.
Your life is more precious to gamble for the rancorous politicians who doesn't no you are existing afterwards, the token given to you to partake in their vengeance is not worth what dying for.
An able bodied youth has been used as sacrificial lamb in the ongoing political chess in Kogi State, he is gone, he will be buried, and his family will forever feel the scar left behind, while the main FIGHTERS will dine and sleep with their families happily and don't be surprised if you see them dancing on one rostrum tomorrow. But then, the killer and the killed will not be remembered again.
Yes I am pain, and my heart bleeds for this evil game called politics and our youths that refuse to see farther than the end of the nose.
I just hope, this will forever be remembered and serve as a lesson to the youths.
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