David, The Nigerian Atlas.

 “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends (our mothers, our brothers, our sisters)” — Dr Martin Luther King Jr “If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.” — Archbishop Desmond Tutu “We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” — Elie Wiesel “Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph.” — Haile Selassie “If I sit silently, I have sinned.” — Mohammad Mossadegh "The only thing worse than the oppressor, is anyone who stands by the...

 I have always been in pains as far back as I can remember, my pains and regrets always in me and I in it. Only now, my pains and regrets are no more intangible but also physical like you and me, taking a hold of me and I of them. She the source of my pain still follows me, Nigeria still follows me.

God worked, You worked, I worked, I am and will always be grateful for these works. My only regret now is allowing God to work through you. My goal always was plain and clear and I knew and understood in time I was getting there. But in allowing God to work through you I lost my self-worth in the eyes of Eves which you always was too blind to see. Only regrets remain, wishes that I can undo these works. No matter how sweet the fruit now, that maybe I never should have accepted it. Only thing then I know to do, is pay it forward and rid my myself of these pains and regrets, and until then and always, remember even though we all worked, you all are living my dream and in my dream, because I dreamt and sowed this seeds. But as the preacher said, the poor man, who remembers him and his wisdom?

 When truth become lies, family and the ones you called family ceases to exist. When the threads of kinship and brotherhood are broken, is it worth the price and effort, tell me, tell us, she who wore the devil's garb. She who wore the devil's garb and painted the sheep black, forgetting the shepherd knows his sheep, whether at night time or painted black. When manipulations and injustice arise, do you stand firm or do you close your eyes and sink your head in the sand like ostriches of old. When we close ours eyes to injustice and the truth what remains of our humanity. Take heed, he who stands with the truth stands alone and the ones he called family are all gone, are you strong enough. Take heed because all that remains is pain, gratitude, contemplation and resolve. When the ones you called family are gone, bury me in a foreign land with my tears and the truth, so that I may finally be free from she the source of my pain and her people and the ones I once called family.

 If I die now I die a happy man and a happy death, because my dream and goal, my life aspiration, to be free of Nigeria and Nigerians is done, and my eyes have beheld the glory of a working land and a full meaningful life, and for once I am free of the hellish, brutish, prison and existence I was born into. Nigeria and Nigerians are a scourge, a plague, a cancer, and all this I think she will always be.

 ON, CA. New beginnings. Is this finally home? Hopefully. Sunlight, Daylight, Daybreak.

 Truly, nobody deserves to be born in Nigeria, it's an unending horror movie, a very badly written tragicomedy.

 For the longest time I've never believed in Nigeria and always had regrets for my life as a Nigerian, and what a black Tuesday today's been, reminding me of it all. One way or another way, never will I bring someone else to experience life as a Nigerian, it's pure and absolute hell. I've always been ready for death and when I die wherever I'm going to I know it's not hell cos I've already been there. I'm David and I was a Nigerian born into hell.

First the protests and prayer walks. Then the backlash and tinder. Next the revolution and true change. Immediately after my last post, Nigerian youths stood up unprecedentedly and are demanding for an end to bad governance, police brutality and the evils all too common in Nigeria. Will this be the change we want, I want, the revolution that will make the government accountable to the citizens and afraid of them. Guess I will have to see, but for the first time in my life I've hope and for the first time in a while I've prayed and made peace with my creator, because I just might not see the end of it all. I've always been dead but waiting for the right call to give my death to and it might just be now. "The price of freedom is high, it always has been. And it's a price I'm willing to pay. And if I'm the only one, then so be it." The Winter Soldier.

 I've never felt at home in Nigeria nor felt at home for years. Guess this world or Nigeria is just not my home.