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Adewale (not real name) my friend after several unproductive attempts at making life comfortable for himself heard about an opportunity in Malaysia that will require him sell one of his Kidneys for twelve million naira, he jumped at it and came back to establish a reasonably large poultry farm in Oyo township. Whenever I ask him about his fate of living long, he do reply me by saying; "people die daily with their organs intact yet poorer than the death that took away their lives. Or haven't you heard of people dying because of their inability to buy anti-malaria drug?"
The government of his state will soon start to tax Adewale's farm even when they contributed nothing to making him become successful. 

Tony's (not real name) mother was so sick that she needed to be taken out of the country for treatment. The family is too poor to afford the cost of this treatment and were losing hope. But Tony has a gift, his effeminacy. This made him get several attentions from the Gay community world-wide. He finally dated a rich Ugandan gay who paid his mother's bill to travel for treatment. He is now in Germany happily married to a German gay, he is busy helping his younger siblings at their studies and the mother is hail and hearty doing thanksgiving in the church with the money Tony gave her. And some government is seriously frowning at homosexuality, when they can't actually unravel many mysteries.

Why should I blame the prostitutes? Do I have the means to help them with their own needs? I'm not an hypocrite, they are working for their own money just as any politician would loot the treasury to secure his own future.

And what about the drug traffickers? I thought they said that we should blame the game and not the player, so I ask; "who are those creating these drugs and what can be done to stop those that are taken the drug?"
I won't blame drug traffickers and you may conclude that I am one, yes I am not oblige to answer you.
Daily people are struggling to survive, and drug traffickers are no exemption.
Are they not better than that politician who stole fund meant for the provision of sound health?

EVIL WORLD, only the discerning will understand.
Government is just a corporation, stealing from the masses.

Watch twice,
Listen twice,
Perceive twice,
See twice,
Before you
Talk once.

© FERT, 2015

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