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Why We Need Internet Policing In Nigeria!

Policing and the internet.

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By Perkins Onome

Nigeria is rapidly growing its presence in the universal space; this has also given rise to the urgent need to employ measures to squarely manage this growth positively to curb the menace shown on our cyber space daily.

It is no longer news that most young Nigerians rely more on meeting people via the internet than physically; the reason for this is not distant from the fact that the syndrome of get rich quick, social relationship and the desire to ‘be among’ is dancing on the centre state in our society.
We have over time recorded cases of victims who have been killed while some lose properties worth millions to cyber criminals with the aim of promising returns which turned out to be the reverse.
Recently, the Minister of Communications Technology in Nigeria, Mrs. Omobola Johnson stated in Lagos that the Federal Government is doing all it…

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My debut

“MY BLOOD”
My blood! though littered everywhere
still united in the turn of sphere
wasted as a result of brutish acts
the thick flow of it in the paths.

I will cherish the blood that bathe me
soaked in the cultures of him that fathers me.
In it grows the heritage of a monument
tilt in the mixture of races for the moment.

I will wail and bewail my blood
whose “DNA” was traced through the flood
that took me to a strange land
where fetters of chain is my brand.

My kinsman in pretence of love
made my life a sacrilege of Jove
enrich his pocket and family worth
with my blood and stuff.

Alas! A stranger traced my blood to my soil
revealing my kinsman evils rapped in the foil
of my blood in a strange land for a toy
receiving the praise of my land for a joy.

I will rather weep for my blood
that my kinsman betrayed with a flood.
Instead of a ‘stranger’s evil’ in my land
To wit, I will seek to implant.

My debut

“MY BLOOD”
My blood! though littered everywhere
still united in the turn of sphere
wasted as a result of brutish acts
the thick flow of it in the paths.

I will cherish the blood that bathe me
soaked in the cultures of him that fathers me.
In it grows the heritage of a monument
tilt in the mixture of races for the moment.

I will wail and bewail my blood
whose “DNA” was traced through the flood
that took me to a strange land
where fetters of chain is my brand.

My kinsman in pretence of love
made my life a sacrilege of Jove
enrich his pocket and family worth
with my blood and stuff.

Alas! A stranger traced my blood to my soil
revealing my kinsman evils rapped in the foil
of my blood in a strange land for a toy
receiving the praise of my land for a joy.

I will rather weep for my blood
that my kinsman betrayed with a flood.
Instead of a ‘stranger’s evil’ in my land
To wit, I will seek to implant.