You know, I don't really understand the term "Racism".

‎I grew up in Nigeria where we are all black.

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‎Many grew up with no light, walked in the dark just using their instinct to know where they are at.  

‎Where a three-square meal isn't really assured.  

‎They see a meal a day and they are praising the Lord.  

‎Where better days aren't ahead anymore; they are now covered with fog.  

‎What the f...?  

‎I guess I'm not allowed to curse, so let me be civil.  

‎But what's the point of being civil when our civil rights are being ignored?  

‎Where dreams and ambitions are killed and destroyed.  

‎Where the government barely responds.  

‎Where...  

‎[Breathe in, breathe out]  

‎Where people in power get sick and they travel abroad.  

‎Why travel abroad? Don't you have doctors and hospitals at home? Huh?  

‎Cat got your tongue?!

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‎You know, I don't really understand the term "Racism".  

‎I grew up in Nigeria where we are all black.  

‎Where half of her citizens are either ill or confused. And the other half want to leave the country; leave it for who?  

‎Don't get me wrong; I'm also in on it too.

‎That's another thing: we are also hypocrites too.

‎We advocate for a country while leaving it in ruins.  

‎I won't blame them; if you were in their shoes, you'd be doing it too.  

‎The slave trade ended, but I can see my people going back to the places they were caged in, putting the same shackles on their ankles and on their damn wrists.  

‎I guess we aren't really independent.  

‎How can we be independent when the government's hell-bent on making us suffer in this hell, friends?  

‎Make it make sense!!!