The man dies in all who keep silent in the face of tyranny - Wole Soyinka

Do you take me for a common gawper after misery?... My bed is among the dead, and when the road rises a victory cry to break my sleep I hurry to a disgruntled swam of souls full of spite for their rejected bodies

The accumulated heritage—that is what we are celebrating. Mali. Chaka. Songhai. Glory. Empires.

If you believe in democracy, are you not thereby obliged to accept, without discrimination, the fall-outs that come with a democratic choice, even if this means the termination of the democratic process itself?