LIFE OF OREOFE (ISLAY)

  FAT OF THE LAND The street is littered with filth,  Wares put out on display,   flies hovering about. Seller’s with eyes that have beheld so much horror and struggle,   foot wares that have trekked miles,   all crying, come, buy our goods.                                                     Then they enter with their noses up high,  hailed by the very people who despise them,  riding in their posh cars,  Looking well fed and rounded,  despising the very filth they arose from. With their hands in their pockets,  they grab wads upon wads of money bills,

To clear out corruption we must start from the bottom to the top we must start from the clerks in

           Avoiding the heavy showers i ran into a food joint which looked like it had seen better days, in the process of surveying my new "niche" I noticed the place was partly empty aside from a group of funny looking guys who sat at the interior part of the canteen arguing, my brain was at alert as the only thought in my head was "this is the end", nobody sent me on errand oh, I took my two left legs

Corruption at it's highest, was all my grandfather lamented about as we eat our evening meal of eko and beans in darkness,

To clear out corruption we must start from the bottom to the top we must start from the clerks in various department in governmental organisations who hide files because the contractor

Self respect is something Nigerians have thrown out the window, the level of respect among Nigerians is alarming.              Imagine I went to the market few days back and all form of strange fingers