Nigeria monologues: Goskolo for ancestors

Bless me father for I have sinned it's been a life time since my last confession. but I like to believe that in a life before this I must have confessed all the rights that I did. It is true that in a time before the rise of the seven sisters, I could have lined up to be the very Mr. But Lets not talk about the progress and the bliss that could have been and remained focused while I talk about my sins. although what is now is a function of what wasn't then but I am glad that I finally seek absolution. Perhaps 10 hail Marys and 20 our fathers and I will leave here to sin no more?

It was the closing of the millennium and a new day had dawned, the hope of an entire nation had finally risen. A well known milksop with an ear that couldn't listen was installed as he got out of prison. Then the souls of a hundred million were sold to enhance the myopic image of a silly twin toad and I know it sounds bad but my heart is now gold so what I seek on this day is simple absolution. 20 hail Marys and 40 our fathers and I will leave here to sin no more?

So my first hail Mary was a short hail Mary pass in the dieing minute of the semester I desperately tried to score a pass but is my emergency approach really that bad? Could I have saved the hundred million souls that I crashed? With my blood soaked page and my ink soaked sword, there will be no absolution for me today. Perhaps I'll raise the stakes and take my case above my mates; a cow for the gods and some Goskolo for the ancestors.