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Episode - 5   ".. Pretend support "
Niqqas were all doped up. Firing shots and fire works for the newly elected president. Actually they felt well elected themselves. After 100days in office, with tables still being cleaned and dusted to commence national duty, A year down the line the economy went sloppy. Some folks lost their jobs. The market value of the notes became very rediculous. Niqqa hated themselfs in those moments. But for some niqqas, working the streets became very interesting, the exchange rate sky rocketed and they made quite a fortune. Amidst all these Nigerians realized that change basically goes two ways and all they did was bargain for the opposite.
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