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I met a vibrant youth, a gentle spirited man and a butterfly generation. Now, don't be surprised that I used the word "butterfly" to qualify this man. Let me quickly explain: 'BUTTERFLY in the field, flowers bloom because it only cross pollinates which brings about bloom and beauty. Unlike the CATERPILLAR that destroy the plants; they only eat and devours- liken them to most of our government officials.- the embezzlers and destroyers. Butterfly would bring increase, productivity, happiness and beauty- IKE KLINSMANN OHAMADIKKE is a BUTTERFLY, he beautifys the world around him. Who is this KLINSMANN? I am not gonna say much about him: He is a Pharmacist, a duo-master degree holder in related fields, the author of "37 laws of political powers", he is a public servant and an illustrious son of DUNUKOFIA. He is a Federal house of representative aspirant of Anaocha/Njikoka/Dunukofia Federal constituency, under the umbrella of People's Democratic Party...

🎓In the University, they sort lecturers to excel. Lecturers who sorted their way up got nothing to offer students→ students sort their way up→ and it continues that way. People who would pursue accademics or be in that field would only produce their likes! Those who would get into the labour market or other pro-carriers would be so unemployable that even the employer who was once unemployable would exchange pleasure with employment and the circle continues🌀 If it is in a Lab, the test result turns out the opposite or a sister-type of your ailment, thus you treat something else and end up dying. Even if by mere grace and luck, they got it right, the doctor sometimes give wrong diognosis and then puts out a wrong ailment combat skills and you still end up wasting away. Even when the doctor got it right, the drugs prescribed are substandard but passed to be sold in pharms by half baked officials or waived to be scrutinised because money was slammed on the tabl...

OUR SCREAMING IS MUFFLED! Quietly, i sat beside a slow flowing stream in a quest to calm the ire in me. I wanted to stop thinking about my Country for one minute... i felt only nature could help me break my own records of being blank in thoughts concerning my Nation for one minute; but i was wrong. The serene of the thick canopy covered mangrove, the twitting caneries,  the hush sounds of the crystal clear water as it flows, the cold humid air, they were so calming... but it could not calm this troubled mind of mine. We are made to look like COW-wards. We rant in anger and irate, We said it was enough... They take away our rights and make us sing their praises ... yeah, youths sing in their rallies, wear their images and sing praises filled with cognitive dissonance. Yes! the youths know the truth; they know they sing lies and falsehood, because they heard the cry of their stomachs and the pangs of hunger. The hope with which falsehood is sang lies on the petty promises of ...