The "Re-brand Me" Series 3

Am I twisted?

You be the judge and jury.


I wanted change so I stood all day long to cast my vote. But even before I could vote, the results had been announced. When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets. My rulers are my oppressors and my policemen are my terrors. I am ruled by men in "mufti", but I am not a democracy. I have no verve, no vote and no voice, please RE-BRAND ME.


I have 50 million youths with no jobs, no present and no future. So my sons in the North have become street urchins and his brothers in the South have become militants. My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the waters of the Mediterranean. My daughters walk the streets of Lagos, Abuja and Port Harcourt, while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam. I am inconsolable, please RE-BRAND ME.