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I learnt Mr Buhari went back to Nigeria yesterday. Incidentally, yesterday happened to have been the day of gubernatorial elections in the two Nigerian states of Kogi and Bayelsa.
I wouldn’t bother with who or who didn’t win the elections. I bet the electoral body wouldn’t have finished with the business of vote counting anyway.
That in itself is a pointer to the fact that Nigeria has refused to move with time.
But then, I’m sure a lot of interested people the world over would have seen what happened during the preparation for the elections and during the elections. Thank God the world is now a global village.
Check out the quality of campaigns. Could those even be called campaigns?
Alright, if displays of shallowness could be described as campaigns. I couldn’t pin down any ideological leanings of the contesting political parties. Neither could I see any political finesse amongst them.
Rather, all I could see was the depth into which a nation had sunk. What about the rate of violence? What about the bare faced robbery of ballot boxes? What about doling out of raw cash as if it was Christmas?
The Nigerian political class has definitely created a monster. There is this Yoruba story of Ajantala. Ajantala was a boy with abnormality. Everything about him was abnormal due to the fact that he wasn’t begotten naturally. To cut the long story short, his parents regretted bringing the boy into the world because they, themselves, didn’t find his acts palatable.
Naturally, the number one politician in the country is the president. Has he been upright in his actions?
But then, I wouldn’t go without blaming us, the people. What have we done to ourselves because of our love for filthy lucre?
I wouldn’t have any reason to deny my Yoruba roots. They normally say, ‘Owo a tan, a ku omoluwabi’. That is, as useful as money is it could finish, it will then remain the personality. What kind of people have we turned ourselves into?
When shall we end this season of anomie?
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