I wake up sweating, and the fan is still. Not that I expected the light to stay, the national grid collapsed again for the hundredth time. I step outside and ask myself the same question every morning, Will I survive today?
We used to say 'e go better,' didn't we?
Bola Tinubu thinks he can buy the votes of such people?
He travelled all the way from Edo State to Kano to welcome Sen. Kwankwaso into the ADC, lamenting the extreme tribalism and nepotism they are enduring in the South under Tinubu and the APC, while declaring his readiness to support anything that leads to Tinubu’s defeat in 2027.
These are the kind of people Tinubu’s rice cannot buy!
I wake up sweating, and the fan is still. Not that I expected the light to stay, the national grid collapsed again for the hundredth time. I step outside and ask myself the same question every morning, Will I survive today?
We used to say 'e go better,' didn't we?
The absolute worst part is the realization slowly creeping into our bones: that the hope we were clinging to was just an ILLUSION to keep us quiet. The bitter truth is staring us in the face. Tomorrow isn't going to be better. Tomorrow is looking exactly like today, only darker.