Aburo, how are you doing?
Rarely do I feel like interfering in the affairs of men in your place of abode. But I have been itching to write you since July of 2013, when you tactically referred to Patience Jonathan, the wife of President Jonathan, as a hippopotamus. I cringed as your admirers cheered you to the high heavens, including that renegade called Dr Damages. I was new here and could not figure out how to message you.
Let me start by saying that your friends, Christopher…
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