As the Blackstorm gathers, the sky darkens with the weight of tyranny. The winds howl with decrees that bend justice to the will of one man, and the thunder of oppression rumbles across the land.
This is no mere passing storm—it is the herald of a gathering tempest, a sign that democracy stands at the edge of a precipice. The law, once a shield for the people, now bends like a reed to the whims of power. What was once a republic is being reshaped into the image of one man’s will.
We stand at the crossroads of history, where silence will be mistaken for consent and inaction for surrender. The storm is not just coming—it is here. And as the first drops of authoritarian rain begin to fall, we must decide: Will we seek shelter in cowardice, or stand firm against the gale?
For when the storm reaches its peak, it will test the soul of the nation. Let those who cherish freedom prepare—for the battle for democracy is at hand.
Our reality is that the law is now whatever Tinubu says it is, and whatever he wants it to be. Tinubu is the law. A de facto dictatorship has been foisted on us. Many will argue against this truth, but the notorious facts are staring us all in the face. A dictatorship..🇳🇬🤔
My Granpa told me this story as far back as 1994. But for the life of me, I thought Grandpizzi was cooking and capping. Recently read a semi detailed article on this and my mind began to dey
Throwback to this "Puff puff" scene from the movie End of the wicked by Helen Ukpabio in 1999.
This movie was used to scare kids & discourage them from begging for food from friends to avoid getting initiated into witchcraft.
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