The Accursed

There are some people I don't like. They ALL
happen to come from the same country. And yet,
from their country I have found one man, a Sultan,
upright and moral and just. But alas he is
the only one.

These people do not believe that I do not like
them, that their very presence causes in me
a reaction beyond visceral. They do not believe
that they make me want to puke. They do not believe
this because no one wants to be offensive by nature.
But their destiny is to offend. And though I have
said goodbye to them, as God is my witness and as
blood is my ink, they have now decided to live in
a fantasy. A horrible psychotic fantasy where,
in the future, something will occur that includes
me with them. This possibility has been made impossible
through the help of a friend in "high places" and
I have been embraced, in finality, by America and
her beauty. And what beauty. But those I have
left behind, will no one tell them to move on?
Please...
For, as God is my witness and God is my judge,
I shall NEVER return to Nigeria and Nigerians
in spirit or in truth. For I detest Nigerians
more than they can bear, and their wickedness, their
childish nature, has finally been displayed afore
the whole world. A people who use innocent blood
as the root of their wealth, who can neither put in
a just day's work nor pay a just day's pay. A curse
upon the tribes of that nation that continue to
revel in idolatory and paganism, as if it is not
because of their... low religion that their Nation
has finally joined the ranks of the world's failed
states.

But I have hope in Yaradua, a man who more and more
is impressing me with his wielding of the rod of
discipline. Perhaps he will exercise it just one
more time in the direction of the pagans, that I might
return, at least, to my people in Zaria. For I can not
call myself a Christian if I am from Nigeria, for the
extension of the Nigerian Christian is the disgrace
that is the smell of Mokola in the presence of the pure
and clean. That odious stench, of raw sewage, that causes
the Nigerians to hide her shame in lies and wicked doings.
But if they allow Christians in Zaria, then I shall call
myself of Zaria, for there I was born.

But a promise to you, and all future presidents and citizens,
I shall NEVER return to Southern Nigeria no matter what is
done to remedy their current evil. As such, they will be
enslaved, if they continue their evil, by the Muslims of
the North who now offer them a choice, and a novel one at
that, considering the Jihad: True Christianity or...