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Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, do you know who this guy is?
Huh?
You don’t?
Oh, you wanna Google the name?
Nah, don’t go worryin’ yourself about nuthin’. I got a lil yarn I wanna spin to y’all, when am done, you might not need to Google shit again.

December 25, 2009
You got on some international flight from somewhere in Europe, you’re headed to the other side of the Atlantic tryna get your ass home in time to celebrate Christmas wit your peeps. You’ve hustled so hard all year long in Europe and you were really lookin’ forward to seein’ your fam again. Your spirit was high as the jet you were flyin’ in. You tried to get some shut-eye but your excitement wouldn’t let you sleep a wink. You turned to the fine young man guy sitting next to you tryna spark some kinda of convo but no cigar.

Few minutes later, you tried again and this time, the young man opened up a bit…jus a bit. You thought you heard a trace of West African accent in there somewhere when he spoke but you weren’t too sure, so you asked if he was West African. You couldn’t make anything out of his mumbled response so let his punk ass be.

It was obvious, the young man was preoccupied, and he had that spaced-out look of a man lost in deep thought. Somewhere in your mind you sensed there was somethin’ odd about this guy. Something was off but you couldn’t place your finger on it. He was too fuckin’ quiet and the look on his face wasn’t that of a first time flier (he doesn’t look like somebody who’s afraid of flying). The look was like that of a man who had jus made a life altering decision. You thought about it for a second or two jus to keep your mind occupied but soon enough, your mind drifted off to more important things like your kids, your mother, your friends or some sweet ass you wanna have a piece of…even at 30,000 feet, you could smell Christmas!

BACK TO NOW
If you were on board that Northwest airline Flight 253, en route Amsterdam to Detroit, Michigan on December 25, 2009, chances are that you could’ve been coolin’ next to or not far from that fine young man, an engineering MBA holder and a student of Arabic language who celebrated his birthday jus three days before. At 23, shit was lookin’ hella good for this dude until got radicalized and he fucked it all up!
If you were on that Christmas day flight back in 2009, possibly you could have been sittin next to a certain Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, a would-be terrorist wit plastic explosive stashed away in his underwear. He was trained in Yemen by the infamous al-Qaeda

I hate terrorists (not that I know one personally) and I hate the mutherfuckers behind them even more, you know, the ones who radicalize these ignorant young men. The ones who hide away somewhere safe wit their fams and push out inflammatory tapes like underground rappers. If suicide bombing is so rewardin’, then why aren’t these mullahs sendin’ their own children for those kamikaze missions? Mutherfuckers hide their asses away somewhere, pro’ly eatin’ on some virgin’s pussy wit pussy juice all over their beards and they got the gut to do a Manchurian candidate-type thing on these otherwise innocent young minds

Last week, Thursday
13 October
The screamin’ headlines everywhere was “The Underwear Bomber Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab Pleads guilty” A Nigerian man accused of trying to blow up a U.S. airliner with a bomb in his pant blah blah…good I said to myself, the punkass nigga will now get to pay for his stupidity. If he’s lucky up in the joint, someone might “wife” him and protect his ass from being the go-to “girl” for them inmates.

Today
The part that riles me in this whole shebang is the fact that this little fuck almost ruined our image as Nigerians. Yeah, I know we got quite a reputation but terrorist ain’t one of ‘em…we are hustlers. We’re all about that paper but we ain’t terrorists.

Am pissed, so I’ma shut this thing down with what a devout Muslim friend wrote on his FB status about mutallab… “This boy is a liar. Islam did not teach him to avenge with the blood of the innocent. In fact, vengeance belong to Allah, hence if you take laws to your hands, be ready to face the consequence. How can the Al-Quaran an attempt to murder 289 innocent souls? The boy is a spoilt brat who has always enjoy the best of life”.