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 Tinubu was smart: Things you should know about Tinubu. Bola Ahmed Tinubu, has faced significant criticism in recent years. Some of the most popular criticisms against him include allegations of corruption and nepotism, as well as accusations of using his political power for personal gain. You could say that's why he said it is his turn to be President. One of the main criticisms against Tinubu is that he is corrupt and has used his position of power to amass a significant fortune for himself and his family. While some Nigerians believe that he's there to save Nigeria, Tinubu may have preyed on their minds to achieve his lifelong dream. Tinubu has used his influence to secure government contracts and other financial benefits for himself and his associates. Tinubu is guilty of nepotism, using his political power to favor his family and friends over others. This has led to accusations that he is more interested in consolidating his own power and wealth than in serving the people ...
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Saddest abuse story: Betrayal

Error In Dream

I am fair and a maid

The prince is of precious stone,
His bright eyes quiet and blue
Like the moon floating across the sea.

His lips sparkle with brilliant teeth,
His garment feathered like the eagle.
His gait speaks of peace.

My heart sings and my soul merry.
The joy of glancing at the heaven,
The peace of dungeon to haven;
Is of fear to faith.

My heart trips for the prince:
Over my window I dream all day;
That I am the queen and the bride
And the gentle prince all mine.

Oh prince!
Open the blue eyes and see;
That the maid is lowly and comely,
That she long for thee.
In your mighty arms guide her
Let the forever begin.

The night came with it woe!
My beats skip at the knock
A nude prince at the door

My heart slumped 
My rags torn on the floor
My shivering body hanged in despair.
Across the bed, the war rings.
Hands tied, neck in duress

The prince won in my shock 
I lay still, my soul long gone.
The night slept in darkness
My cry drowned in the darkness.

Child in world full of men.

My legs ached and wide
Bleeding and pointing to sky
The prince piercing open my wounded shame.

Is not love but of hate
Nor of my lovely hope.

In rage he goes on 
Is my pain his gain?

The scars is the memory ofmy fault
My fair dream and Prince’s rage.
No one knows or will ever.
‘World full of men'
Will blame and scorn the fair maid.

My time to sleep in my grave
For poison is what I craved!


                         
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