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The Reconstruction of Lagos-Badagry Carriageway Project was started in 2012 by the Lagos State Government to expand the Lagos end of the road which leads from Lagos through the west coast of Africa all the way to Accra in order to create a metro rail system at the centre. However, the progress was stalled during the immediate past regime and this left the section of the extremely busy commercial road in a state of complete collapse plunging commuters into unimaginable suffering. So many have died on this road, many of them trampled by containers that often fall off trucks. Millions of dare-devil commercial bikers have flooded the place hiking prices as this has now become the preferred mode of transportation. Sometimes you might be tempted to just stay aside and watch the squirming sea of pedestrians, motorcyclists, buses and trucks altogether caught in an unending traffic jam. It may yet seem unbelievable to some that pedestrians could also be caught in a standstill traffic jam. 

I'm sick of liars who can stare at a tv camera and lie with a straight face and smile at you like a bunch of psychopaths. Fuck these pieces of shit. Don't pay attention to these whores. Republican or democrat. They are all scum. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xg913f8Tjqc

i keep hearing this winter will be the coldest for a long while, it's literally gonna be murder on the streets this winter

vive le Revolution :-)

My mother inspired me to write this poem. She used to be one of the many  men and women that wonder East Hasting street in downtown Vancouver. She had a fairly normal life before she made a long list of bad decisions which resulted in her alienating herself from her entire family and eventually ending up homeless. Now everytime I see someone diwntown without a home I can't help but wonder if they to had a family and a place to call home at one point in their life. It also outlines something we all do on a daily basis, we are aware of unjust situations, we acknowledge them, and think about how awful they are but we just continue on with our lives. We tell ourselves it's the thought that counts so we can sleep easy at night, but if you stand by and witness sin and do nothing about it you are wirse than the person committing the wrong doing. The only way to deal with bad men is when good men stand up for what is right.

A work that I'm not fond of. It's too preachy, which is not what I wish to convey in my writings. Also, it's too similar to my work, 'Dust for Winds'. However, everything that I put to page sounds the same to me. It's just a continuance. All in all, they're just a handful of words and nothing more.