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Friday, March 10, 2017

The entire corps members serving in Kaura Namoda, Zamfara State, are bleeding out purple blood.

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The entire corps members serving in Kaura Namoda, Zamfara State, are bleeding out purple blood. Our hearts are thumping out strong rhythms of pain. Our dignity has been trampled and mangled with reckless impunity. God!
Today, a corps member, Michael, serving his fatherland through sweat and bile; rough roads, hunger, merciless weather; and the shame of N19,800 in the face of a smothering economy. Michael- serving in Nasara Standard Academy, perceived as the shining light in a tottering secondary education system in Kaura Namoda- was today brutalised, manhandled and reduced to nothingness by a brainless team comprising of the richest man in Kaura Namoda and his equally wanton boys. What was his crime?
Michael had punished his student who happens to be this man's ward. A simple kneel down. Michael who had nurtured these block heads with patience and love. Michael, who had taught with empty stomach till letters on the chalkboard danced like rampant music notes before his eyes. For all of us like Michael who have stretched the capacities of our strengths and sensibilities to serve a stifling system. For all the ' under the sun and in the rain', what have we gotten as reward?
This notorious man, clenching his cash-ridden fists, recruits the help of the Police and in that shameless trotting of Zombies, storms Nasara Academy to crucify Michael like a criminal. He was punched like a sack of millet and stripped of humanity. He was beaten, beaten, and again beaten like he stole karats of gold in a jungle market. O God! My fingers are itching, and it's like they will drip blood. Michael was driven to the Police Station where the real torture awaited him.
They removed what was left of his pride as a Man serving his country. Then, they flogged and flogged him, and when their energy sapped out, the Evil of a man threw wads of naira notes about, and refueled their animalism. Michael was a heap of sorrow and a container of hot painful tears. As som,
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