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Beyond Their Antics

By Erin B 20/02/2012 13:24:00

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Author: Okah Ewah Edede
Posted to the web: 2/22/2007 7:28:42 AM

BEYOND THEIR ANTICS

     In the beginning they danced the macabre dance of survival together in silent nights and whispering dawns. But today, from unfolding scenario, discerning minds can’t help but have a prescient awareness of looming catastrophe. From the way events are flashing by, very soon wives will start denouncing their homes and marriages, deny their families and seek pleasure in the arms of other men and yet, our judiciary will lend legal backing to this moral atrocity by asking the unfortunate husbands to keep a wife in these easy-virtue women and cling on to them till death do the parting! This is an augury of anarchy.
     The humour of the moment will be too bitter to tease from us even a wretched laugh.
     The presidential system of government is anchored on the sacrosanct principle of dual unity of purpose, trust and absolute loyalty between the president and his Vice. This is why in advanced climes the successes or failures of the administration are borne by both the numero uno and the numero duo equally. The unfortunate spectacle of a vice-president openly castigating, condemning and abusing his president and their collective administration is parallel to the allegory of the recalcitrant wives. This is sad indeed. It is like a puritan who thinks he would find virtue in self-flagellation and dehumanization. It is even sadder when a said vice-president dumps the party that got him into power (no matter the circumstances) and frolics with another party, from whence he enacts the theatricals of shrill political comedians telling mean jokes aimed at eviscerating Nigerians and applauding followers with delight, thereby drawing meaner laughter from braying audiences who fan the embers of discord. The worst of it all is that fools and those who strive diligently at becoming fools seem to be enjoying this explicitly vicious brutalization of the sacredness of the presidency.
     It reeks of delinquent sapience when hagiolatrous politicians try to hide their unclean primordial lust and primitive blood hunger for power under the cloak of Puritanism and Messiah-ship. By gushing forth massive tides and deluges of political sewage, these preternatural politicians calculate that they will win sympathetic votes from gullible Nigerians. They know that we are pacifist citizens ever willing to be drowned in stale political inebriations of fathom lies and promises. And so they tell astonishingly fabulous lies in cascading rapidity through a smile as constant as that of a ventriloquist’s wooden partner; the fallacies roll off their golden tongues as though they themselves are mavens of falsehood!
     As this spurious puritans slither about like serpentine silhouettes, their backs hunched like monkish medieval figures, they exhibit to discerning Nigerians that their speeches and absurd promises are elliptical; that they are the ultimate agents of despair, the masters of deception, the emperors of lies and malodorous fallacies. Their antics has made some of us to gravitate toward armed struggles, while others, the illuminati, sort intellectual freedom via emotional, semantic and linguistic anarchy.
     In all this prolific and mercilessly philippic onslaught against OBJ’s person, his policies and administration, I pity Mathew. I pity Aremu because love was the cord that bound him to his Vice; love was the sinewy fiber that gave him the strength to weather the fusillade from the Northern oligarchy when he made his choice of running-mate in 1999. Hmm, the mystery of evil betrayal is too deep to be illuminated by the faint light of reason.
     Seized by a sweat-drenched dream of Mahdi-ship like a comatose junkie on the verge of overdose, Turaki and his hordes of political pugilists have dreamt up verbal cruelty against his benefactor with a glee no madman could ever experience. The AC samurais have so pleasantly soused us with political gibberish that we are now filled with giddy fatalistic curiosity that makes political dipsomania a thrilling adventure.
     Ha! All hail the hatchet men.
     I gleefully drink to their victory as they celebrate and glorify cruelty, champion and honour ignorance, and lure susceptible and mercurial voters with their well disguised menagerie of boogeyman policies – from the portfolio of Hell – meant to drive us into eternal degradation.
                PLEASE VOTE WISELY DEAR NIGERIANS.

By Okah Ewah Edede
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