The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
If fir’aun were to return & pay for PR, some of you will gladly try to justify why he had to do what he did. It’s disgusting that we have the highest number of victims in Arewa & yet you’re not just silent about it, but also fighting those who speak out.