My first introduction to the existence of haters was in rap music. - Joy Isi Bewaji

The fear of being called a bloody hater hangs like a garrotte around our neck. We don’t want to be choked so we nod and agree: “yes, you are a fantastic actress!” When in reality she is nothing close to being fantastic.

Now the word “hate” has gone beyond just a few neighbours who think little of you. With the help of social media and the revelation of everything under the sun, hate is the new middle name for anybody who breaks a sentence with the word.

We are a growing generation of zombies, we find it hard to truly express how we feel about anything