#mySARSexperience. (Thread) My encounter with #SARS occurred while I was on a trip somewhere between Ajaokuta and Anyigba in Kogi State. They had set up a roadblock and flagged me down.When I stopped, one of them came over and asked for the car particulars I obliged. #ScrapSARS
Finding nothing wrong with the papers, he asked for the receipt of my number plate! Number plate receipt? I told him I didn't have and he said he will arrest me and take me to the station, that's when I lost my cool #ScrapSARS
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Long before the herdsmen violence Benue State had been suffering an extreme "violence" of a different kind; Vicious poverty.
THREAD
#Benue State, presently in the throes of the worst violent onslaught on its peoples, has been long caught up in another extreme “violence”, that of a deadly vicious cycle of poverty.Benue economy is mostly agrarian.
However the state government, which is the main provider of capital, has ceased to be supportive. In the past 6 years, salaries have been so irregular that most workers only see them as a sort of back up rather than their main source of income.
The systematic #Fulaniherdsmen killings in Benue State can be attributed to several reasons;climate change, pacification of the Tivs & forceful occupation of the Benue Trough by the Fulanis etc.But the one cause that's often overlooked is the complicity of the ruling elite.THREAD
I am Tiv, from Benue State. This clarification needs to be made right at the start so as to put my opinion into a proper perspective. It is not a popular opinion because it indicts the ruling class and its hangers-on
Thread (Poem)
SORROWS OF MOTHERHOOD
Its night
He’s asleep snoring
Asleep in a drunken stupor
He is my husband
And I his wife
And I lie awake
On our bed
Motionless
My body aching for his touch
My mind full of memories
Memories of the love we…
We shared
But…
But is it my fault?
Is it my fault that I gave birth to our four lovely children?
Is it my fault that my body ages from the chores of motherhood?
Why should our bundles of joy burden my heart with sorrow?
My dear husband
Remember…
Remember I was once the damsel that made
Many a bed wet from lewd dreams
Remember that I was once the beauty that held you spellbound
Remember that am mother of your children