SLAVERY, OUR MAKING.

For some time now we've been making a fuss about the slave trade saga in Libya. Crying foul over how fellow Africans are maltreating brothers/sisters alike.

The funny thing is that slave trade never really ended and it started right in our various homes.
A quintessence is the case of Edo state. Here it is like a competition to have one or two persons (without any skill) sent away to Libya in a bid for such persons to find their way through to Italy and so on.
Especially our young girls. They go without any skills and end up prostituting.

We lash out on those who eventually come back home (with nothing)  because of the hardship they face. Refusing to listen to them. Adding to their frustration while they end up depressed in suicidal thoughts and all.

My dear, slavery no pass here.

This is not peculiar to Edo state. It is in fact a shared sentiment.
Now when these persons get to Libya, fellow Nigerians will arrange for them to be abducted just so those at home will send money over (ransom) and the circle goes on till their victims cross or drown or are enslaved and eventually killed.

This is the plain truth!
We've been selling fellow blacks into slavery right from our very homes.
We've been enslaving them.
We've been drowning fellow blacks.
We've been killing our brothers/sisters and so on.
For what!?

___Jeremiah Kadiri
2/12/017

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