Youthfulperspectives

So am in my tattered apparel, drenched to the bones.  People are of course rejoicing, cos it is the first rain of the year. Why are they happy? Am thinking. Are they not humans, they sure have their problems why are they so optimistic? Why has this kind of feeling eluded me? Can't they share their newly found happiness with me? Am I so hard to love, what have I done to be this hated?  Can't they realize am not supposed to live like this?  Don't they know I have dreams to fulfill too? why on earth do they pass me by chuckling, laughing and all? At least few notes given to me will do. Just for me to pass the day. It was not entirely my fault too just in case you have started judging me in your usual manner. The individual who claimed loved me did this. These revered men with their expensive toga do claim God created us all now.  where is he now when I need him?  I am now sleepy.  I have nowhere to lay my head. I am so scared of the wild ones....

    This should have been done a while back but as they would say in the usual "lingo" nothing spoil. Over the last few weeks, the social media has been inundated with calls to scrap the now dreaded special anti-robbery squad also known as "SARS". The highlight of calls which is the dreadful stories shared by citizens who has been at the receiving end of this gradually growing malaise. Twitter, a social interaction application has been at the centre of the call for the scrap of the unit of the Nigerian police force and it should be recalled that prominent leaders in this country have registered accounts on this app.       But a striking factor has been the silence of these leaders since the movement started. And as an handler rightly stated, "when its due we will remind them" in a democratic setting, which Nigeria claim to be one, accountability of leaders, prompt response to issues raised by the electorates and by extension the general populace should...

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN,                       I greet, I hail, I salute, and I doff my cap. Though I ought not to, but due to the fear of being spanked by my very hardworking English tutors who dropped balls of sweat to instill in my valiant-fearless mind the fact that every good letter must begin with a greeting. I also see no reason in asking about your relatives, for I know they are definitely doing well as a result of your hard work (sorry did I just say hard work? - pardon that erroneous error of mine). They are doing well as a result of your filthy deeds in which you all feed on the fruits of our labour which our fingers disciplined till they fed our eyes with pride. Please whosoever you are, “Sire or Ma’am”, I don’t know, but I’m a billion and twenty percent sure I’m a man who has seen the wake of over two hundred moons. I have just one face (very black one), a nose just like you do, two eyes, a mouth and two ears, but most ...