Let me tell those Cameroonian desperado gangbangers and all those moronic clowns involved in this so-called macabre plot to eliminate or stop me from speaking or writing THE TRUTH.
I got the message, but here is the deal:
I am not afraid of death. If my death will occur because of your diabolic plans...so be it. It is called "Predestination". No one of wuna, no Atomokwor, no amount of Ngambe, knack sep 24/7 Aladura prayers, go sep go bring Naija Prophets, put sep Poison 4 my Nduh: YES, you bunch of nincompoops, Natty can stop Die when it comes. Continue to have your nightly telephonic vigils and incantations on how to put an end to my "miserable" life. Well, again so you know: I have been ready for that eventuality for a very long time now. I no dey fia Die. Na road 4 all man. I will never go into hiding because of the threats of a small "echantillonage" of adult delinquent pugnacious scoundrels (Wetin I do wuna? I teep wuna ngah dems? By the way sef, who tell wuna say 4 teep ara man ngah na bad ting?) moronic goons and faceless cowards. Get lost. Call me any names that prick your fancy, foorisse peepoo. If eliminating me acts as an adrenaline booster to your already dishevilled Njang-Mbins or as my late "friend" Microwave Nguni used to put it so succinctly in a language he mastered so well: "rejuvenation of paralyzed kannas", make wuna Go 4 B 4 ana Neeguise. Wuna kam see me see trobu. Nonsense. When I meung, make wuna stay fain ya 4 dis grung.
Tah Mfar Mishe Fon
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