On the Immigration Employment white and white was their smart kit, in pursuit of the khaki employment, old and young, both worth and the unfit, to the test ground they all, in dozens went. I guess this may paint the image of the scene: collapsing breaths in the crowds of white, many pushed and, then fell deep within, before stampede gained from their plight! We sent youthful souls to a gang exam, not all their numbers were let to return; their dreams unspared in the hellish harm, [enrolled as offficers of immortal immigration!] I ask, how many shall be taken from this crowd? watery numbers they are, on my T.v screen, with spirits full of hope on every person. when to a chink number recruitment is allowed! To that weak fallen sister, adieus! to that chap fainting before a nurse, to the pushing crowds in the dusk news, and the myriad of tears pouring in Lagos! To the defrauded hungry majority, of youths within and out of the FCT; I sympathise with all victims of this course, for atimes, ventures pay in good or in worse. But the truth is, there is no single person in that stadium, or the uncontained, left outside the flank; behold them all, nonell wear the uniform, not even the leastest immigration rank! A thousand naira, upon each head, both the comrades that are dead, every one them payed this huge sum, to wear that bush-belonging uniform! I see them strolling back home, to mom, to her soup pot and thank you meals, after being sun-tortured in that stadium, they treck home, as they lack transport bills. #SorryForMyCountry! Gabbycapable
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 19:17:06 +0000
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