Imagine one is born and raised in Jos, Plateau State; struggling to earn a living, trying so hard to feed the family, stay in a slum and have no one to run to for help but a daily run around in the market, carrying goods around for change. Then bokoharram come to ruin the little he has strugled so hard to build and he is left with no choice than to run to the land of every...Lagos.
Staying under a bridge or a slum in lekki or Adeniji becomes his best option. Meshai (selling tea) doesnt work, having a bike seems impossible, shoe making...not viable, what does he do? He resolves to begging today, eating from the trash tomorrow and God knows what else the day after.
Sad but true, death seems to flee from such people, a minute seems like eternity and all hope is lost.
Northerners are being killed on a daily basis, attacks and bombings is the order of the day. You want to cause a minor chaos, try using fireworks anywhere around!
We can only hope and pray things get better.
Scary but true!
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