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dhatghanaianguy
A Man's Echo :
thank you Kolu
2026-09-28 23:23:29
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yungmickey39
yung mickey :
Nah only kolu de give Carter back to back others de fear him
2026-09-29 00:27:11
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David Ken639 :
fada n son
2026-09-28 16:54:18
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MILITO EXCHANGE :
you know that kind of tap he pain ham no na why he react that way lol😅
2026-09-28 19:53:38
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I don laff taya 😂😆
2026-09-28 19:23:24
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Olamide :
Epee fun everybody ni comment section 😂😂
2026-09-28 19:05:06
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abbas :
kolu day give me joy 😂😂
2026-09-28 10:20:53
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Kolu Dey spoil script 😂
2026-09-28 21:14:50
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mikezach4
Zack king :
this guy is something else oh
2026-09-26 06:58:35
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2026-09-28 19:21:38
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This morning, we were given a private tour of the Auschwitz death camp. I feel sick emotionally and physically. We walked in with high spirits, even though we knew the nature of the place we were entering. We spent three hours touring nearly every portion. The barracks. The gas chamber. The main square. The museum and artifacts. The execution wall. I have so much footage and so many photos to share with you. I’m hoping to write and collect my thoughts over the next week as I share with you what I saw, what I learned, and what it felt like to actually stand inside a place where so much unimaginable evil occurred. For now, I want to share this with you because anything involving children truly disturbed this mother’s heart. I tried to stay emotionally controlled throughout the tour. I listened. I filmed. I took photos. I tried to absorb everything I was seeing without allowing myself to become completely overwhelmed. Until I saw the children. Their belongings. Their photographs. Their faces. The stories of their deaths. There is something about seeing the evidence of children who once existed there that absolutely broke me. They were little human beings who had families, belongings, personalities, lives and futures that were stolen from them. One particular exhibit was incredibly hard-hitting and disturbing. An individual had collected children’s drawings from the 1930s through the beginning of the war and later recreated those drawings on the walls. As you walk through the exhibit, you can actually watch the world changing through the eyes of children. At first, you see happy and normal drawings. Families. Homes. Happiness. The innocent things children draw when the world around them still feels safe. But as it progresses, the drawings begin to change. Suddenly, you’re looking at bodies. Violence. People being shot in the forest. Death. These were children drawing what they were seeing around them. Children who should have been drawing their families, their homes, animals, toys and the things that made them happy were instead drawing bodies and people being murdered because that had become part of the world they knew. From the perspective of a child.
This morning, we were given a private tour of the Auschwitz death camp. I feel sick emotionally and physically. We walked in with high spirits, even though we knew the nature of the place we were entering. We spent three hours touring nearly every portion. The barracks. The gas chamber. The main square. The museum and artifacts. The execution wall. I have so much footage and so many photos to share with you. I’m hoping to write and collect my thoughts over the next week as I share with you what I saw, what I learned, and what it felt like to actually stand inside a place where so much unimaginable evil occurred. For now, I want to share this with you because anything involving children truly disturbed this mother’s heart. I tried to stay emotionally controlled throughout the tour. I listened. I filmed. I took photos. I tried to absorb everything I was seeing without allowing myself to become completely overwhelmed. Until I saw the children. Their belongings. Their photographs. Their faces. The stories of their deaths. There is something about seeing the evidence of children who once existed there that absolutely broke me. They were little human beings who had families, belongings, personalities, lives and futures that were stolen from them. One particular exhibit was incredibly hard-hitting and disturbing. An individual had collected children’s drawings from the 1930s through the beginning of the war and later recreated those drawings on the walls. As you walk through the exhibit, you can actually watch the world changing through the eyes of children. At first, you see happy and normal drawings. Families. Homes. Happiness. The innocent things children draw when the world around them still feels safe. But as it progresses, the drawings begin to change. Suddenly, you’re looking at bodies. Violence. People being shot in the forest. Death. These were children drawing what they were seeing around them. Children who should have been drawing their families, their homes, animals, toys and the things that made them happy were instead drawing bodies and people being murdered because that had become part of the world they knew. From the perspective of a child.

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