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The boy I carried is dying, shot during the End Sars protest, where many Nigerian youths gathered on the streets to protest against police brutality. I had to lead the boy to safety in a dirty, abandoned kiosk. And while I attempted to treat his wound, against his wishes, I pondered on the insanity of protesting against my own father — who is, without a doubt, the cruellest SARS operative I’ve ever known.
The boy I carried is dying, shot during the End Sars protest, where many Nigerian youths gathered on the streets to protest against police brutality. I had to lead the boy to safety in a dirty, abandoned kiosk. And while I attempted to treat his wound, against his wishes, I pondered on the insanity of protesting against my own father — who is, without a doubt, the cruellest SARS operative I’ve ever known.
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