I may not be 100% serious-minded in this, so I’d rather you copy the reminder please, before you consider taking me to the cleaners when I had already taken my bathe. Of course, you know that would amount to double cleansing.
That’s by the way anyway. Here in Nigeria, if my crystal ball views of political events are anything to go by (and of course they are), then the imported and of course, hoarded trailer loads of rice, huge funds stacked in banks as far and near as Karanomuoda are about to reach the “due owners” (us, the masses).
I said so because backyard rallies, nocturnal meetings, and indirect compaigns (or better still, call it undue endorsement campaigns) ahead of 2015 general polls are about taking off (if not in motion in some parts of the nation already). This is 2014 naa!,
So one would expect our “oga at the top” in Abuja, the stingy governors (of course mine is the stingiest. Did I mention any name?), lawmakers and their pawns to roll out the drums and the “goodies” now.
Invariably, it amounts to having all the completed projects (that’s if any were indeed touched talk more of completion) will be commissioned.
Therein, “political pulpits” will be mounted. Eulogizers will rave 7th wonder praises to the satisfaction of “the lords” from their moneybathed lips, and hands will be raised thereafter, meaning 2nd term, 3rd term or perpetual term endorsements had been stamped before your very eyes.
Perhaps, to cover the “evil concoctions” of the afternoon, bags of rice, and wrappers will be thrown at women without caution; while huge sums of Naira and Dollars will exchange masculine hands (that’s if the feminine hands don’t get tripped by the flying bundles, but ugly experiences of the past had shown that they do and badly too), perhaps in exponentially decreasing order, starting with party stakeholders, loyalists, town heads, traditional rulers, ballot box movers, and finally to the minors of the society.
Ordinarily, rice sharing shouldn’t have been a yardstick to woo my sincere and integrity-driven Nigerians. These are people who, over the years had sacrificed their last drop of blood to queue behind these goons at the polling centres to elect these men and women, in whom they entrust their hopes for the piloting of a worth-live-in Nigeria’s ship.
But alas, what do we get afterwards? Promises-and-fail influenza ravaging everywhere. Underdevelopment, poverty,decayed infrastructures, and the worst of it all, the gift of corrupt leaders in low and high places, whose stock-in-trade is pen-doctored thefts.
Joblessness reign, good-as-dead health centres stare at us, and of course the many other messes I hate to remember. All these had been the payback packages the electorates get from exercising their fundamental right to franchise.
Even those of us (me in particular), who once wore the image of a rigid critic to money politics is now fast melting to a “chop chop” campaigner,simply because the expectations of 2011 polls were dashed.
I used to take virile gigs at those who bow to “money-for-hand-bakka-for-ground” pattern of electioneering, and patronage.
I called them names and they inturn murmured silent digs at me.
But here I am today, schemeing on how to break even from the upcoming polls of 2015. Perhaps joining others to eat the “rejected meal”.
Chaiiiiiiii…God have Mercy and rescue this country and us all from the clutches of evil inclinations, ochestrated by misrules here and there.
It is vividly clear that these dudes in power can’t take us to the promise land. If we’re destined to hit Lagos, they clearly can’t take us close to shagamu.
Hence I opine that they bring forth the hoarded largesse, and line our pockets from it (after all it’s our collective wealth).