Life matters

Let us know who you are I had reason to travel, once upon a time (not too long ago), and as the bus I was in, reached a police checkpoint, I saw the driver had squeezed an amount of money and stretched his hand out the bus towards the policeman who was supposed to 'check' us. I watched as the policeman 'secretly' collected the money and pocketed it, it was so fast, you wouldn't believe anything occurred, if you weren't already watching like I was. Not too long after that, I watched again as we approached another checkpoint and the driver this time, brought out a 500 naira note, now obviously this is big money, so the driver had to linger for some 'change', I saw as this policeman searched his pocket for 'change' for our driver, without an iota of shame. I mean, I couldn't see any sign of "I shouldn't even be doing this" on his face, none at all. When he couldn't find 'change', he beckoned, sorry, shouted at another

How wicked can you be? "See me, see trouble o🤷, there's no food anywhere, the land is dry, people are broke. Myself, I've been managing the food we had left in the house, we've been eating it (my child and I) little by little, just once per day, there's no 'eating to get satisfied' now o, there's only 'eating to stay alive', and this man is asking me for food, as if he doesn't know what's going on in the country. Anyways, me I just told him that this is the last on me, this is the last food I have, I intend to bake this little thing (flour), myself and my child will eat it and get ready to die, because we have absolutely nothing left, nothing at all after this...... and guess what he replied, "...make mine first, then you can make for yourself and your child" 🤣, it's funny isn't it? I'm not even going to try to analyze the wickedness embedded in that statement. All I explained to this man meant nothing to him, I

I hate him! I wish he'd just die! Some weeks ago, I saw a pop-up on my phone, it was news that a certain someone had died. I couldn't believe my eyes, "Is he really dead?" I couldn't help the excitement I felt at the time, "you mean this man is finally dead. Thank God! If only all these people could be dying one by one, oh what Joy!" All these was what went through my mind when I saw the news, before I even discovered that the news was untrue and was only a click-bait. The man in question, I believed was a cruel man, very wicked. I had therefore built up my own hatred for him so much that I couldn't help the joy I felt at the possibility of his death. Even as I was thinking all that and actually saying some out loud, I began to ask myself deep down if I was in the right path of thought. I mean... It is natural to hate a wicked person and I didn't even have to consider what I wanted to feel about the situation, whether it was true or not, I just f