IN MOTION

 REPORIENTATION 



IN MOTION 


In motion, progress should be the bedrock whether slow or fast, it may not matter but we must move. When no movement is observed, death is suspected, for it is characteristic of living things to move.


When terrorists begin to move faster than a state can imagine,  trouble is logging in, when bandits device better frameworks, problem is refreshing and when abductors have better security intelligence, the Window of "wahala" is just starting. 


My saying is simple; our system is not effective. The priority of a working system is the security of its citizens alike- young and old. A bad system will see no wrong in insecurity because the ones in charge always walk in armour tanks. 


We have better things to invest in and security is at the base of the list. We are as vulnerable as a roofless building. Oh! We are yet to settle within our walls, how do we add ornaments to our great walls? Do we have to wait till our gates are knocked with the butts of Mk24 before we are provided ballistic vests? Who would even want to wear bullet -resistant vest around. Let there be security of lives and properties, we pray you, sirs!


...and for a better Nigeria, safety should be given priority in the affairs of men!


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