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Nigeria Also Needs Prayers by Jefferson Ozorh

Friday the 13th of November 2015 was a day of horror and tragedy for the people of France as    terrorist armed with AK-47 rifles and suicide explosives vests killed 129 persons near Stade de France. Since then social media has been flooded with calls to “PRAY FOR PARIS”. Nigerians also joined in this “humanitarian” exercise almost to the point of hijacking the grief like we are the affected. Tuesday 17 November 2015 a bomb exploded at a park market in Yola killing 31 and injuring 72 people, Wednesday 18th November 2015 a bomb explodes at a GSM village in Kano killing way 15 and injuring 53 people. The amazing thing is these set of “humane” Nigerian who “prayed” for the people of Paris didn’t deem it fit to pray for the people of Yola and Kano. It’s quite unfortunate Nigerians have double standards, no one seems to remember the good old saying “Charity begins at home"
I wonder whether the pain the families of the killed in Paris is greater than that of the families in Yola or Kano? Or do they solely deserve sympathy based on the fact that they are Europeans? Or is the lower numbers in those killed a factor for not praying for Yola and Kano? Amongst those killed in the Yola and  Kano are fathers struggling to meet with the needs of their families ,a student who has a great ambition and other well-meaning Nigerians.  This act of neglect is saddening. while you pray to God about your daily bread lease PRAY FOR YOLA, PRAY FOR KANO AND PRAY FOR NIGERIA.

Comments

Paul Newton said…
Lol like what you said *charity begins at home*
Nigerians and the government have proved how much we dont value lives in this country. Those who value the value the lives of their citizens gets sympertizers whenever something wrong arise while the other doesn't.

Its very clear patriotism is far from Nigeria...no be their fault. Thy father's land is a strange land today.
Thank You very much Paul

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