Inside a danfo or molue bus you can literarily and tangible see the palpable hatred and venomous animosity poor people have towards each other. They don't have to know each other before they get offended by each other.
They don't even have to disagree on anything before they start disrespecting each other. No form of quarrel has to happen between them before they start raining thunderstorm insults and destiny wrecking curses on each other.
Another very funny thing you would observe is that those sitting inside the molue bus can tolerate each other a little bit better, but you see those standing (those who are so broke they can't even afford paying for a seat in the bus) are the most terrible poor people you would ever come across in your lifetime.
They can start insulting each other's parents and grandparents for no reason. No polite words, not simple courtesy, no any form of cordiality - just heavy insults and speaking to each other in a disdainful and condescending manner.
No any form of connecting with each other in order to collaborate for greater impact. once the poor see each other, they instantaneously hate each other. Once they sit close to each other, they detest each other vehemently.
little wonder why the rich will continue to become richer, while the poor will continue in their penury. Good afternoon.
By James Patrick
Moses Patrick
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