SURVIVORS
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- Parts 9
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Last published Mon, Oct 3, 2022
Welcome to Nigeria where your safety isn't assured, welcome to Nigeria where are leaders care less about it's citizens, welcome to Nigeria where terrorism is a regular thing. The more I think about this fucked up country the more I ask God why he had to make me a Nigerian. Why the fuck did he have to make me a Nigerian when he could have easily made an American woman birth me. Honestly if I have the chance to flee this country I will do so without looking back because honestly this country is not worth it.
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