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He looked at everything, thoughts in his head racing than a Ferrari. He took the jump to his demise.

That single line of sentence perhaps expresses in short detail something trying to creep into our society unnoticed these days. On May 16, 2019 in Abuja, a young promising man did the unthinkable: he took his own life for whatever reasons. It trended on social media, whatsapp platforms, online blogs and more. Sad incident we must all work together it never occurs again.

We are very religious in Africa, for several ages Africans have been able to cope with poverty, wars, economic hardships and more. The question is what has gotten Africans going? What has given them a ray of hope despite these severe harsh conditions? What medicine has been prescribed to them?  In truth the survival of African people is a miracle. Everything that has happened to them has defied logic. A singer once sang "suffering and smiling" referring to a people of a particular African nation.

Perhaps reality is setting in now, Africans are beginning to surrender. They are no more suffering and smiling. They are doing something else and that thing is very destructive. Its beginning to hit home, something is failing and needs to be addressed. The medicines seems to be loosing their effectiveness on Africans. This is no more the Africans I know. The walls seems to be coming down like the dragon Viserion in Game of Thrones attacked the Walls at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. We can't let the wall fall.  Am alive and I need you to stay alive come what may. Nothing is worth dying for.

Mental health has to be given serious attention, government health institutions needs to take the bull by the horn. Increase mental health awareness campaigns to schools, homes and more. Religious bodies also needs to do their apart from Friday's and Sunday's  sermons. It is our responsibility to fight this demon. Our victory is surely guaranteed but not without us picking up our weapons of war. The time is now! Not tomorrow.




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