In the heart of Nigeria, on the fateful evening of September 25th, tragedy struck at Domkat Bali junction. It was a somber night that would forever haunt the memories of those who witnessed it.
A young man named Fwinbe Bushman, full of dreams and aspirations, found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mistaken identity is a cruel twist of fate, and on that night, it cost him his life.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, a restless mob of Okada riders gathered, fueled by confusion and anger. They surrounded Fwinbe's car, convinced he was someone else. In their frenzy, they began to hurl stones and beat him mercilessly with sticks. His cries for mercy fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the roar of the crowd's fury.
Fwinbe Bushman's life was extinguished that night, not by justice, but by the brutality of a mob. His dreams and hopes, shattered in an instant, left a scar on the collective conscience of the nation.
In the aftermath, a memorial stone was erected at the very spot where this senseless act of violence occurred, a stark reminder of the darkness that can lurk within humanity. The words "RIP FWINBE BUSHMAN" etched on that stone served as a tribute to a life cut short, a life that deserved better.
As Nigeria celebrated Independence Day, the nation was left with a haunting question. Are we truly independent when such senseless acts of violence continue to mar our society? It was a somber reflection on a day meant for joy and pride, a reminder that true independence goes beyond political boundaries; it encompasses the freedom from fear, prejudice, and injustice.
May his tragic end serve as a lesson to us to act as logical people no matter the situation we find ourselves. That way conscious reasoning will prevent irrational actions.
ReplyDeleteOoh Plateau, are you not suppos be to called peaceful and beautiful...?.ooh Plateau what should we call you now?... RIP brother.
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