46 children are in terrorists den.
46 children are in terrorists den.
46 children are in terrorists den.
The Nigerian Government is doing nothing.
46 children are in terrorists den.
46 children are in terrorists den.
46 children are in terrorists den.
The Nigerian Government is doing nothing.
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The idea of tax in Nigeria atm is so stupid. Is a family that spent all their savings to pay ransom to kidnappers going to be tax exempt?
Because how do you expect them to afford tax when they spent all their money trying to stay alive?
God!! God!!!
Do you understand how much happened to those ladies! It was more than the assault, it was the mob!!!!
They were mobbed like criminals!!!
Pure beastial vigor unleashed on them, in droves!
Can you even picture the horror???
A hand reaches for your breast. You try to swat it away, but two more are already there. You realize you can’t fight them all, so you stop attacking and go into a desperate, frantic defense. You cross your arms tightly over your chest, trying to shield your own body from a drive of invaders. You are a fortress under siege.
But that does nothing.
Five more pairs of hands reach to rip your top. Three more are tugging at your bra, the straps digging into your shoulders. They are prying at your locked arms, trying to force your chest open, while the rest of the mob is pushing and pulling you in a dozen different directions.
You are fighting to keep your bra on, for your dignity.
Your flight response is screaming. Your legs are making a run for it even before your brain can process the path - this is pure survival now. Dignity has taken a back seat. You leap, trying to break free, but they pull. You feel your top give way, the fabric shredding, and suddenly your breasts are feeling the cool evening breeze... exposed to the eyes of these rabid drove.
You are using every ounce of feminine strength, against all these pure masculine energy fueled by the frenzy of a mob and lust… just to keep your arms wrapped around yourself. You’re trying to keep your balance things are happening faster than you can process. You realize you’re losing, so you drop. You collapse into a fetal position on the ground, trying to become as physically small as possible. To disappear.
But before you even hit the ground, hands grab the waistband of your jeans. The fabric is trapped between their grip and your skin. They pull. You feel the denim and the lace of your underwear fold into a brutal, agonizing wedgie between the lips of your vagina - the searing burn of the friction as they tug.
And you’re confused because you didn’t steal, you did kill… you were just a woman, commuting.
I didn’t censor my words because I want it to read as uncomfortable as possible.
Because there is not a single place on earth, in all of human history, where a man has faced this type of coordinated, ritualized horror from a mob of women.
Women get raped for “culture”, they get raped as a “punishment”, they get raped for revenge, they get raped for “duty”, they get raped for “rituals”, they get raped for looking too good, for dressing too scanty, “asking for it”, for being a tease, for getting in a room with a man, for being a toddler, for being an old woman in her 70s, for daring to commute in a BRT, for daring to breathe…
God!!!!
What do you really need before December?
New phone
Laptop
Clear debt
Pay rent
₦2million
Business Support
New Car.
Be sincere and follow make I fit dm you.