Decked in all my belongings. IPhone in hand, some fancy dread-locked hair, clean clothes but with a rugged torn jean pant on. All worked for, with sweats, plenty hours of pressing laptop & a lot of back aches.
Off to the developers meetup at Yaba. Stumbling across those notorious crew who are to protect us along the way, couldn’t take a turn as it was a straight forward road & the heavy congested traffic, which is the norm.
As expected, cornered, stripped off jewelleries, some naira in the range of 0’s was withdrawn off the account, funds for two weeks of fuel since PHCN are also ineffective. A little bruised & battered, atleast this situation was better than a member of our Software developer circle that was gunned down last week.
This story must change!
Tomorrow, picking up arms; placard with a strong message on it, in the heart & echoing as the army of youths rage on, demanding for actions!