Hehe! When Almighty Boko Haram killed one of our traditional rulers; one who dared to speak against them (at the late hour though) days ago, I still read the usual anti-Jonathan camp ranting that terrorists should be freed. Please, you all should come and learn from my mom how she single-handedly led a campaign against some drug-addicted and blood-tasty psychomaniac robbers ravaging our street. I had sleepless nights those days because my mom would refuse to sleep. She would be the only one to come out at midnight, galvanising the whole street. She would be the one to dare it and give police information. Everyone cautioned her. My mom brought OPC to our street. She wont miss security meetings. She would raise her voice above others. Our house became a central focus. Today, from the first house to the last house, there is peace in my street. A particular pastor lives in my street; when they came for him, they cut him like a ram. Long before then, he held vigils notoriously, disturbing our peaceful sleep most nights. He prayed like heaven will fall for him. I wonder what his God did to save him! My own GOD (MOM) rescued the street. I just keep watching these ones in the north when they keep shouting. Anyway, you cant try anything funny; anything close to the magnitude of Boko Harams suicide bombings in the South. The people will rise against all of you before the government fathom what to do. Ive come out when robbers were on rampage (courtesy of my mom). I had neither gun nor bullet proof vest BUT my GOD (MOM). When my mom stood like a ROCK, who am I not to stand? Enjoy the game; no more pity in my eyes.
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 17:40:00 +0000
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