Hot Headlines !!!


Search Here

Custom Search


 ALUU MASSACRE:  A Message from D’Banj

They were my brothers…and yours.
Five days ago, I woke up to yet another unspeakable tragedy.
Four young men, all undergraduates, brimming with great dreams, unfulfilled aspirations and a promising future were killed.
To express the depth of my pain and shock at their murder is impossible. And understanding how events could have degenerated to this level is truthfully beyond me.
LloydUgoTekana and Chidiaka
Four promising young men whose lives were interwoven in one way or the other with yours and mine.
I mourn deeply with the families of these young men because this is OUR collective loss. They were our colleagues, our classmates, our neighbors, our brothers… our friends.
We are NOT a nation of barbarians. We CAN follow due processes and procedures. We MUST fight together as ONE NATION to ensure that Justice as a whole is served, and as a PROCESS, is duly followed-ALWAYS.
We can only try to make meaning of this senseless tragedy by ensuring that this WILL not happen again, by affirming that the pursuit of justice does not in any way entitle any of us to the willful elimination of other people’s lives and by ensuring that we, as youths, do not destroy the honorable mantle placed on us as the future of our nation, by eliminating our present.
Aluu 4 and Mubi 40, Rest In Perfect Peace.
God Bless Nigeria
Oladapo Daniel Oyebanjo


In a few years, Maybe 1,2,3,4/ They might have lit d stage and brought d roof to d dance floor/

I'm sure this aint what they planned for/ The Aluu four/ Its even babaric to kill a goat with a chainsaw/ Which is worse,splitting a skull or watch the brains pour/
I saw their ashes before I got to see their face/ I knew their names before I even heard their tape/ So I guess they could be called reverse hero's/ All though I didn't like the way they were made to "dance" in their "videos"/
Nudity was 100,no stunts,the whole video was graphic/ Shot by some producers who was raised in Jurassic/ That video was a classic/ No atom of plastic/
Just wood, blocks and Iron/ Even samson didn't need this when he had to kill a lion/
MFM should buy Aluu villa cos there was a real Mountain of fire/ And now I hate my car cos I feel like they gave each kid one of my tyres/
Who's worse, those who made videos while they watched the devil take over/ Or d politicians who sit at d senate echoing the country needs a make over/
We praise those that loot funds by virtue of their power and seat/ Yet we kill some hungry niggas who was only trying to eat/
I'm scarred for life/ Plus my girl would be a mother soon so I'm scarred for Wife/
My soul weeps for those niggas/ My heart bleeds for those killers/ I'm angry, and I'm planning it to keep it that way/ Revenge is a bitch, but she's just married Aluu village so the bitch has come 2 stay/
My name is SD and I Rep the TRUTH!!!
Twitter: @theOfficialSD


The hope is the worst part of it.

The way they lay there, beaten and broken, battered and bruised. Knowing their end had come for certain. Knowing that the crowd meant to see this through to the end. And yet, in the midst of all this certainty, in some small corner of their hearts, hoping. That something would happen, some miracle perhaps.
I am speaking of course, of the #Aluu4, students of University of Port Harcourt who were beaten and set ablaze last week.
I’d heard the news sometime last week and devoted all of 10 seconds of thought to it. I wondered briefly who the students were, and what could possibly have driven them to steal. I briefly wondered if they were really guilty but my mind quickly shied away from where that road could lead. I remembered all the stories I grew up hearing about thieves and the instant justice meted out to them, and mentally shook my head.
That would have been all, I suppose, but for the video. I saw the video, and it is probably the most gruesome thing I have ever seen, and the worst I ever hope to see.
There, I’ve said it again. Somehow it seems there is no escaping it.
Because when things like this happen, it seems our default reaction is to hope it will never happen to us or any one we know or love. Then we hope that our religion and hard work and luck will exempt us from senseless suffering. Sometimes we hope that right thing will be done, the wrong doers brought to book, and the victims receive some sort of justice.
Every day we hope the country we live in will be a better place for us and for our children.
And that is the problem with hope.
That we have allowed it to cripple us and render us inactive.
You , me, all of us who sit by hoping and doing nothing to change.
The question is not whether or not the 4 boys stole anything. That is quite besides the point.
Let us ask instead: What do I need to ensure my children do not grow up hearing stories like these?
What would it cost to make this country and are we willing to pay the price?
Because if I were there that day, would I have spoken up and done my best to put a stop to it? Or silently stood by, condemning the actions in my heart, but doing nothing? Would I have been seized by the bloodlust and fear and anger myself, and spurred them on with my shouts, and cries for blood, maybe tossed in a rock or two for good measure.
The society is a mirror of each of us. It is sad and sickening that this was allowed to happen. It shows us all what we are capable of, what w will each do given the right set of circumstances.
These 4 murdered men, their deaths should not be in vain. If anything good could come out of a mess so sordid, let it be that every Nigerian begins to think about the problem and what to do to solve it.  Let it be that we understand the problem is ourselves and our failure to take a stand against injustice and lawlessness over the years. Let it be that we promise ourselves never to let this happen again. Not on our land. Not as long as we’re alive.
hope this time we get it right.

No comments:

Post a Comment