✝️♊♥️🌅 IgboCatholic

Jim Jones said at Juelz Santana’s prime, he was a better rapper than JAY-Z.

The president of El Salvador has a strong message to the Nigeria president and government. If the state doesn’t use full f0rce aga!nst cr!minals, it’s because they’re compl!cit. —Solomonbbuchi

The American military might is incredible.

You this odallerctual fraud. Kosofe man by bus arrival. Somolu by force by fire. You see Nigeria by the contours of blood. It’s why a man being asked to account for the contraction of his theories versus practice sounds like Schadenfreude to you.  This is your forte. You celebrate a pothole repaired or a Julius Berger sign in one state with the fervour of a man witnessing the construction of the Lagos rail network. The same you will look at a new airport terminal in Ogun, light rail lines in Lagos, a world class project in your ‘beloved’ Kosofe, an industrial cluster in Kaduna, or a measurable policy gain elsewhere in the country and find, with the discipline of the wilfully blind, nothing to say. Other times, you find something to say that is precisely calibrated to diminish. You’ve been found out, MuFu! Tau.  I don’t rate you. You are unrated. Not applicable. Na. N/A. I don’t even get your obsession with me. You aren’t worthy. I will acknowledge you only as much as this tweet and be done with you like a privileged livestock finally handed its destined end. Never loved!  You are a fake ass, a weakling, a pussy cat who advances hate against his country at every turn whilst finding balance in celebrating the undeniable. You are a disgusting fellow who must be ignored. In this tweet, I choose to treat you like a mosquito, batted away into its denouement so I can focus on the Amadi I at least can vouch for his sense of duty, amidst whatever other contradictions.  You speak in the language of accountability but deploy the vocabulary of unequal standards. Your standards are elastic, conveniently stretching or contracting depending on whose name sits above the achievement or where it is.  You better hold this note as my universal response to whatever you say today or do in the future. Frame it. After this, I will return to treating your existence like the nonevent it is.  You aren’t worth more than this, both in the content and the fact you don’t deserve another response. Sub-king of the Obidients, the quarter-eyed one amidst the visually impaired.  See this as my sole contribution to your Elon farming salary. Add it to the stipends Chife supports you with. On that note, you now are no longer real to me, you don’t exist, so poof, vamoose…