My name is Francis Itohan, and I’ve lived all my life in an environment that characterized the epitome of affluence and poverty. Development was minimal, poverty was rampant, and insecurity was undeniably present, famine was a regular, injustice resided in the neighborhood, kidnapping was now on the loom. Weird as it could be that some don’t have good water to drink the others use a tank of water to wash their cars every morning, while some don’t have transport fare some roll in convoy, while some can’t find a place to lay their heads others build bungalows for dogs, while some are looking for food to eat we most organize buffet and at the end wasting these foods, while some don’t have clothes to wear others fill their wardrobes with what they will never wear, with insufficient police officers to guide the populace some keep thirty in their compound. The rich could do whatever pleases them and go away with it because justice resides with them. Of these two one would wo...
Wolfax Diaries