The political water is muddled

Godfathers have ill-gotten money staved off the people which they spray during every electoral cycle. This is their investment. They do not build factories that employ people. In some instances, they turn their homes into restaurants, where they temporarily satiate the hunger of the poor in return for the scalding of their conscience. With a […]

Godfathers have ill-gotten money staved off the people which they spray during every electoral cycle. This is their investment. They do not build factories that employ people. In some instances, they turn their homes into restaurants, where they temporarily satiate the hunger of the poor in return for the scalding of their conscience. With a few dinners, even the best of people are turned into thugs who are rallied with ethnic, regional and religious sentiments. It is the combination of this that lends credence to the prediction that Lugard’s marriage would hit the rocks in 2015. The indices are there; even soulful clerics are not spared. Godfathers are masters of manipulation of a people whose greatness is in learning nothing and forgetting everything.

Check the upsurge in ethnic sentiments and the rise of the ethno-religious army. Check the headlines and satiate yourself with pepper soup stories about once disgraced and discredited godfathers moving camp with glee. Criminals are pardoned so that they can do the bidding of the ruling clique. Social media minions are on call 24/7 cutting each other down.
The nest of vipers has cloned itself and broken camp just in case the exterminator shows up. In the new nest are giant pythons, virulent anacondas and evil mambas hissing and baying for innocent blood – just to satisfy their lust for power. Once they have it in their grips, there is a two year hiatus in the hissing, and then another round begins.
Innocent verbs have taken on the role of warped adjectives. There are conservatives and progressives; then ultra conservatives. Check their credentials, they are those who have recycled themselves with loyalty to the system that has kept us all bound. The AGIP, who have stayed too long in the cold, are gradually using hungry media men and women to find their way back. They have no conscience except their pockets and voracious appetite for sleaze. As Apostle Paul once wrote, their God is their belly.

Our country is like a group of travellers stuck in a bog. The driver has a phone but he would not seek the help of a crane, nor would he let the passengers down to seek another means of transport to their destination, no. he keeps revving the engine in the hope that the vehicle would fly out of the bog.
Where are our elites, those people who bought enlightenment with the lesson notes of the 70s but hope to compete in the Internet age? They have lost rationality and reason to the quest for survival.
 A political group built on greed and sustained on graft is more resilient against shocks and implosions as long dishonesty oils the joints. Cut the head of a worm and it simply turns its tail into a head and keeps moving in the other direction.

So take a look at the PDP and the mega-opposition APC and what you see is the difference between six and half a dozen. If we are fair and rationale in our observations, there are two elegant poles in the APC biosphere – General Muhammadu Buhari and Chief Bisi Akande. But with the other Irokos and baobab now planted firmly around them, even their age-old integrity would soon count for nothing. You do not build a solid structure on the ruins of the old without deep excavation and reinforcements. There are no brooms powerful enough to sweep clean the Aegean stable of entrenched corruption in our nation.
For any opposition party to make a difference, it would have kept its small numbers and grown it based on its credibility. When the island of integrity grows, nature rewards it by drying up the surrounding waters or granting it the capacity to build floating dikes. The more we look at the opposition, the less of its rays we see because of the flowing gowns of political prostitutes. A credible opposition has had three solid years to raise credible men and women of like passions and to appeal to the electorate with superior quality logic, plans, programmes and actionable timelines. What we have seen is opposition in quandary on its knees begging the debased to join its ranks. The political pond is muddied, where is the poor’s fountain of hope?