This sentence permeates the whole gamut of the ways through which the affairs of this country is run in this present time, which corroborates the fact why the gait of this country is shaky and weak. Of what matter will it be when the festering wound of this country is peeled open again through the cursory dealing of this piece with the already battered image of this country? Many have through their eclecticism of the pen already dealt a deadly blow to the nonchalant temperament of the leaders that have always been captaining this rudderless ship (Nigeria) that has no destination and where to berth, making it to sail against the tide of selflessness in service. As much as I considered myself and this writing not worthy enough to penetrate the hush of this desolate entity, called Nigeria, I wouldn’t want to join the league of honorable men and women, who have always been crying their voices hoarse through the pen, because I am not ready to bear the cross that comes with the responsibility of brandishing the pen as a weapon in the war against the ever-long standing war of corruption in a situation like ours (may the soul of Bayo Ohu rest in peace and others that died for the just cause they believed in with their tooth and nails).
It does not matter as the helmsman of a political cult, People Destroying People, has succinctly posited that nothing will ever be able to stop the wheels of the party from running on with the blood sucked out of the innocent as a source of powering it (pun intended). The party was determined to achieve this through their parochial diktat, which has inflicted pain on those robbed of their voices and mandates.
It doesn’t even matter as a matter-of-fact if these agbada vested leaders keep parading and junketing around the globe (which it is now named and isolated from as a pariah in the interest of securing world peace and combating modern terrorism) with the grin sustained and refreshed with the wealth gotten from public pillaging of the innocent’s inheritances. Why should one fight with his might, sweat and blood to bring down the wall of Baber of this nation and pleasantly chew the possibility of escaping death at close shave, when those who gave it their all tasted the everlasting dust before their appointed time?
We have, since the life of this despoiled democratic terrain began, been tempting fate and tottering on the brink of infirmary. Would it not matter if we regurgitate the meal served us by the Minister of (in)Justice some weeks ago? He said in one of his ways of stealing the storm in the loyalty race to the president of ‘Umoru, they say you are dead. Are you dead or alive?’, that; the ‘dead or alive’ president can perform his executive role from any part of the world. Few days after this not-too-crafted infantile exhibition, a friend of mine on Facebook applauded the statement of the Attorney General of Corrupt Tendencies and Clique of Thievery. This friend suggested a way of going about the Presidential Inter-territorial system of governance successfully without itch. She said to strengthen her suggestion that; ‘the extension of the ‘Es’ of e-dating, e-commerce, e-religion and e-learning to the governance of the absconding Umoru of Nigeria, will without let or hindrance make provision for the suggestion of the rule-from-anywhere governance’. If this happened, the pockets and purses of the sworn electronic hackers and ‘fishers’ (phishing) will be swollen from great catch of technological illiterate leaders, as it will be very easy to disguise as the Minister of (mis)Information and Special (mis)Advisor of the president, whenever the latter is to update his knowing to stay abreast of the current yarns being spinned to maintain his subsisting chair in the Aso Rock from the purported and controversial sickbed in King Fiasal’s Hospital in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. It would also afford the unrepentant members of the MEND the opportunity to release the Almighty Ralia Odiga (a benign but most destructive virus) into the server of the e-governance, without having to bear the weight of carrying guns and grenades when fighting the ‘it doesn’t matter…’ of leaders towards ameliorating their social and environmental sufferings by upping the ante of the revenue allocation that is always churned out to them.
In the flagrant display of the ‘It doesn’t matter…’ idiosyncrasies of our leaders to the detriment of the country, so many questions beg as a matter to be considered, but the ears and attention of those who are to guide, ‘watchdog’ and balance the equation of the power which is now over gulped; by invoking the power of our porous constitution leaves too much to be desired.
It was once said as a matter of fact that it would have been better if our ‘proud’ son of the soil, Umar Yaradua - sorry Farouk, the attempted underwear bomber, had thought it better to birth his ‘bravery’ and destructive sleight of the hand at Aso Rock and the National Assembly that shelters the real enemies of the Al-Quaida of Nigeria (I mean those that fight the irresistibly the brazen wickedness and show of shame of their leaders), instead of discomforting the nerves of the defenceless people, who were enjoying their Season of Christmas.
JOSEPH OMOTAYO
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