Introducing the New Inhouse Dynamite

Yeah am a dynamite, follow me on my journey of expression. I am a climate change campaigner, geographer and ardent sojourner, and a newbie on steemit, follow me on this path, ouch.... Lemme say a few things fellas!
I grew up in a small village located on the grid of the tropical rainforest of Nigeria where the cloud claps to our sharpish play as kids and the sky rancor in response only for the weather to drip wiskets of oceans on us, we ran crying to our parents for relief only to be reprieved (that’s what African parents do). I grew up knowing less but understanding much of what I know, I grew older only to know better, we played football in the anxiety of our heavy past and deep future. The land we live is coarse by rain of natural blessings in form of petroleum and liquefied natural gas, the more I grew older the more I came to realize that we were all saddling in a pilfering glide of wasteland languid in poverty, brutish to itself and coated by societal illusion. The terrain is blight by dual doom element namely;

Land degradation and
Militancy

Land Degradation
Overexploitation of petroleum and gas flaring has contributed to the depletion of our farm yield, men and women groan after exerting much only to reap less. Our land has remained less and less productive especially cocoyam which is a recipe loved by many. To abate further deterrence of the ozone layer on the global stage, the World Bank created a coalition of global gas flaring reduction partnership (GGFR) endorsed to exclusively propagate a zero routine flooding by 2030. The most iconic of this land depletion is the Ogoni oil spillage which seems irreparable.

Militancy
This has ripped hearts off many, turned prospective men to guerillas, they purify themselves in obeisance to voodoo chanting war songs and glory to their cause, this only started as a struggle for emancipation of the oppressed only for the tide to turn too soon. pipelines are been vandalised, oil bunkering becomes the tone of order. As a victim of brutishness of poverty and deprivation I stared angrily, dehumanized by selfishness and greediness of the society. The society became the hotspot of cultism enshrined in militancy with bearly little to fight for but with glory, honour and juice of pride to preserve values.

This is just the tip of an iceberg, more to come.

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