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OPINION : TALES OF THE POOR (COVID19) - REMI DARAMOLA

                     REMI DARAMOLA

Why do you think the poor are unwilling to stay at home?
Is it because you think they want to die?

Let's open our understanding and analyze within proper context..

There are two issues now in Africa.

1. Health crises
2. Hunger crises

The rich are afraid of (1)
The poor are afraid of (2)

The rich are pushing the poor to stay at home as they who are rich believe that is what will save the situation and perhaps their ass as well.

The poor are also pushing to survive as they know they may die of hunger and not the virus if they don't take care.

The rich, it appears, fear the virus and not hunger.

The poor, it seems, fear hunger than the virus.

Each is fighting for his survival, only differently.

Let the rich, if they are really serious push that strategic steps be taken to feed all the poor and constantly, not only once but twice at least.
But if they just keep crying stay at home, the poor may take  the desperate mantra to mean- "Die at home"
We are each others keeper.
For the poor to stay at home and soundly, what they fear most, which is hunger crises must be well dealt with.
Otherwise they will come out to survive, and that is as well dangerous; for they may eventually be killed by the cruel virus or the abusive bullets of overly aggressive security men.

Let's be each others keeper in this hard times.
Let the rich stand for the poor in this crises, and together, all shall be safe.

My humble opinion...

REMI DARAMOLA IS A NEUTRIPRENEUR WHO SPACIALISES IN THE PRODUCTION OF BEANS FLOWER, SHE OWNS REMOLA FOODS 

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Comments

  1. The bitter truth, rich are afraid of death y poor afraid of hunger

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  2. Absolutely! May God help us all to live abovethis period....

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  3. The rich are not only afraid of their health statuses but also their privately owned businesses which are at stake if the lock down persists.

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  4. I agree with you 100%. The rich has to give out some parliatives to d poor around them for us to get out of this pandemic sooner than we think

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