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*"OUR FUTURE OUR DESTINY"* By: Olafimihan




       We have been marginalized and intimidated by leaders who perpetuate injustice,our future and destinies have been messed up with. Where are the comrades who worked for justice and development, let pick up the baton and ride in the same platform of honor. We are taking our destiny back with fire and all forces,the gong of war has started,it is time to shape our destiny the way it suppose to be.

      It time to fix our problem,we are tired of chewing the insensitivity of the government and swallowing ignorance and stupidity, we are tired of the quagmire that rock our environment. Do u think we just have to keep looking? We are taking the risk, we shall all move around with our fellow comrades to dispose all traitors and stupid leaders, we are not joking,the gong and song of war have started,we are ready to overthrown bad political precedence.

        Dele Momodu said and I quote "Many of our youth are world class.They have conquered the world and are flying high like eagles but back home the demon of democracy are making it impossible for the eagles to soar in the skies". We have gotten to the junction, no going back,we are not in for a kindergarten or masquerade dance. We are in the moment of preparation and pro active response, we must overthrown trouble makers and epileptic leaders. The drama has started,we are tired of watching our fellow comrades who are suppose to collaborate with us acting as puppets,assassin, political thugs and postulate idiot for the so called leaders.

       We are ready to face any government at the helm of our affairs, some people rant saying physical struggle (ALUTA) is dead,we are bringing it back to life,we all say we want to be like *comrade Segun Okeowo,comrade Ralph Aregbeshola,comrade Abimbola Daniyan,comrade Egbeleke Aderopo Ayodele,Late comrade George Akinyemi Iwilade a.k.a Africa(O.A.U),comrade Tunde Oke* to mention a few but we stay indoor waiting patiently that things would change. The truth is that if we leave our destinies with them,they would shatter it completely while they have their mansions abroad.

     Our future have been corrupted, let all join this struggle until we fulfill our heart desire. We are saving Nigeria Tertiary Educational system,we are liberating ourselves from debris of perpetrated marginalization,we are overthrowing puppet and stooges who have molded the empire of demons and we can't succeed without calling other comrades from different parts of the country to join the struggle because if we don't face this now it would become the unending doom of our life time.




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