Alas
oppressionism has befuddled the appendage of the innocent gayous
Nigerian. I am overghastedly flabberwhelmed at the current social media
crinkum-krankum set ablaze in the furnace gargantuan gaga fully
odoriferous and bugabooish in this phase and time. The drama is
combustible. The police, our most obliquyous Machiavellian baga-bubu has
begun their disdain of molestation. The legal intercontinental
ballistic missile unsaphronisationistically unleashed by Mr President
has caused a global rejection, commotion, and OBAMA has pooh-poohed his mumbo-jumbo.
Nigeria has maniacally accepted a perfidious hockery-pockery of a
legalisationism whilst ignoring the poverty portraits on that
bewildered, repugnant, wretched faces of the earth.
This is not terra ferma for me and it is clearly a terra incognito.
The discobolus generated by the sola-campus nuances is flawless like the
biblical 'MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN'.
Now the country is in a political Bermuda Triangle and if we do not
take very urgent and responsible steps to meander the interstices of
eschewable cataracts, land mines waterfronts, icebergs and ox bow lakes
of the gay ban, the ship of the Nigerian state has all the capacities
and possibilities of berthing in the disastrous and pestilential aqua of
a terminus aquem.
Yes sir!
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