Before Nigeria gained independence from Britain, Ahmadu Bello, the Sarduana of Sokoto, was asked a simple question by a BBC journalist at Sandhurst.
According to a popular saying, he who do not know history is bound to repeat it. An Igbo proverb tells us that a man who does not know where the rain began to beat him cannot say where he dried his body.
if youths, enter the following code
armoury:// their voice// offense:// spoke up//
solution:// harass, arresst, massacre, trigger tribal discord
Annually, in the history of Nigeria, the above mentioned date means two different things: To Nigerians, it is a day to mark the end of a civil war that started on July 6, 1967, and ended on January 15, 1970. It is also the day Nigeria’s first bloody coup happened.
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