In less than 24 hours, we would be crossing over into the year. In line with normal practices around here, shouts of joy would rent the air, crossover services in different churches, all sorts of animals would be slaughtered in the celebration of the new year. As a little boy, I remember how we would dance in circles in front of my father's house burning 'disco' as we knew it as then. The first days of the new year is something we all looked forward to. If you are conversant with the writings on this blog, you would know I write about politics most of the time. well, this is no exception. Although many have advised me to soft pedal on this a little. I will still not listen at least until things improve. I have been told on one occasion, Ayomaria 'Nigerians are not serious people' They really do not care about all these. But what choice do I have? If this is the only way I can get my thoughts out there, then so be it. Back to the main issue, I could remember hearin...
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