AUTHORS OF BLOOD AND CHAOS (ABC)

 

Each time our public servants come down from their high horses (positions and offices), each time they leave office on the expiration of their tenures and each time they return to the circle of commoners, they rush to write books.

You hear stuff like My Stewardship, My Memoir, My Last Hours, My Sacrifice, Why I Resigned, The Pain of A Patriot and I Was The Sacrificial Lamb among other declarations used as titles of the books.

Interestingly, these books end up as well-prepared cakes from the kitchen of a seasoned baker, cake chef, pastry chef, or cake decorator. They serve the cakes (books) to the public some of whom are as gullible as hungry hawks willing to sweep on anything as prey. They devour the cakes.

The books cover all the ills, dirt, or filth of the writer's acts or deeds in office and attempts to present to the public who already knows him or her a false or fake saint even as the stench of his/her record in office still oozes and pollutes the environment like the carcass of a dead Shrew

When you were President, Governor, Senator, Rep, Minister, Commissioner, DG, Perm Sec, and Chairman of the Board among others you failed with flying colours to impact positively in the lives of the people you swore to serve.

You made life miserable for the ordinary or common citizen. You took their lands, you destroyed their properties, you brought them to hunger, poverty, and ultimately untimely and unavoidable deaths.

You couldn't create jobs, and you couldn't allow undergraduates to finish their education within the stipulated duration. You created tension in the education sector by owing remuneration and entitlements of the lecturers who went on strike to press for their demands and rights. Some graduates spend seven years for a four-year course yet when they leave University they go ahead to spend donkey years in the labour market in search of non-existing jobs.

You fail to pay pensioners their pension and gratuities. Grandfathers, grandmothers great-grandfathers, and mothers stand, sit, crawl, and sleep in queues waiting in vain to get the handouts that are supposed to be their due and honorable rewards for decades of serving their fatherland diligently.

In your book, you fail to write how you retired able-bodied professionals in their prime and when the nation need them most...just to accommodate your kinsmen, friends, and or cronies who were far junior to those asked to go on compulsory retirement.

In your book, you failed to add how you turned your office into a brothel. You failed to describe how you took turns doing Baltasar Ebang Engonga with the women in your office...some of them you forced out of their marriages. Your office was a "cold room"

You failed to tell the world how you deprived workers in your establishment of their rights, privileges, and benefits. You didn't say you were the head of the oil theft cartel in your country... massively stealing unquantifiable crude and exporting it through your agents of darkness abroad to rake in billions of dollars yet leaving the country impoverished.

You failed to explain to the world how you used your position and office to vote billions of dollars to fix the self-imposed epileptic power sector yet darkness pervades the land and the national grid keeps collapsing and resuscitating like An Abiku Child as described by Prof. Wole Soyinka.

What book are you all writing? What books are you writing after committing atrocities secretly and openly? What stewardship account are you hoping to render to a people you have handed a sucker punch? A people you have skinned alive? A people you have divided? A people you have impoverished after weaponising poverty, ethnicity, and religion? Who cares about your books?

The people don't need these books. How can a people brutalized and devastated by hunger read? Many are dead, no thanks to bandits, kidnappers, and terrorists who armed and through negotiations for ransoms. Do you want them to read and digest the poison of mockery you wrote? Obviously, you want them to finally land in early graves by being angered through your memoirs. Aren't you undertakers?

Those who served the people to the glory of God had written their names in the hearts of the people. Those who served humanity and made society a better place for all have their names and images inscribed in the hearts and memories of the people.

The iconic structures, infrastructure, and edifices they built to better human existence are the things you sold and bought through your cronies, associates, relatives, and footsoldiers all under the guise of privatisation and commercialisation lies.

While you write your books after leaving office, the Angels are taking notes of your deeds. We will all read and hear what you did secretly to bring pains, grief, and sorrow to your compatriots on the last day. God is watching us all.