A nation that forgave a certain Muhammadu and made him president has no moral scaffold to stand on and condemn James Ibori who served a six-year prison term for his crime. If your grouse is that he sought to celebrate his freedom, then look around you properly, and see the other crooks you celebrate, from the Lagos strong man, to the Kaduna short man, down to your Daddys and GOs who emotionally manipulate the ignorant and vulnerable and part with their money; look to the very cabinet of the "incorruptible one" that presides over you at the very top, the one who cleared his grass-cutting staff from all wrong doing, look to your cowardice in the face of these staggering stealing, and talk about something else. In the face of soaring prices of food and commodity, in the face of a currency that is continuously turning to mush, in the face of near genocidal onslaughts in Kaduna, in the face of everything that should make a people squirm in horror, Ibori is the least of your problems right now.
Kementitis: a wilful and indecent urge to grope a female body, through the use of hands or other parts of the body, to feel a momentary burst of sexual high. Walk through the markets in Nigeria and see Kimentitis in full glare, right in the faces of a multitude who either see no evil or are too distracted to care. Go to A-Line in Ariaria Market and see gropers-in-chief. Go to Alaba. Go to Wuse Market. Sweaty traders, pulling, touching, dragging a young lady, “Aunty look here”, “Sister I get am for shop”, “Aunty come buy market now”, “Sister, na me dey call you now, see am here, see am.” Sometimes, in seeing a deluge of bodies, the readiness to touch the butt and not the hand quickly rises. Young lady is mobbed, and has no idea where the hand or hands are coming from. Go to Oshodi, Osisioma, or Aba Main Park. Kimentitis kicks into overdrive the moment a scuffle breaks between two females. Bus loaders, conductors, ndi ocho passengers, they make their way to break the fight, except ...
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