Nigerian Thing...

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Call-In Programme on a radio station.

People airing their opinions about a Nigerian state governor who is owing his workers eight months salary...

FIRST CALLER: I am Mr. ADE from Allen Avenue, this matter is beyond human comprehension. We need to invite God into it. Thank you.
MODERATOR: You mean we should ask God to come and pay the salary on behalf of the elected governor? Okay o.

SECOND CALLER: Mrs. Smith is my name and I am calling from my house. The governor is trying, I don't know who is working this hard to destroy him. Let every Rich Nigerian pay on behalf of the executive governor.
MODERATOR: Uhm...it is okay o!

THIRD CALLER: My name is Mr. BECKERLY calling from number ten, lane six, Heritage estate in Lagos. That governor is a rogue, how can a responsible person be owing his/her workers? That's unfair, it is nothing but corruption, he should resign and cover his face in shame. Thank you.
MODERATOR: Thank you Sir.

FOURTH CALLER: Mr. Godwin from number nine, lane six, Heritage estate in Lagos on the line please. You see the last caller Mr. Beckerly is my neighbour. He is owing almost everybody in the area money, he embezzled the area Landlord Association fund, he was sacked in his last place of work and he is a wife beater. Now I'm so surprised that he is blaming someone on the radio here. Height of hypocrisy...
MODERATOR: (cuts in) stop it sir, in fact we have to go for commercial now.

 © FERT, 2015

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