Opinion: 2019 Kogi East Senatorial Elections

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The soul of this state is in reprobate jerking with the kind of mindset used by the youths for making very important decisions.
Kogi youths. Let me entertain you with a short story.
Mallam Isiaka was my neighbour growing up. As a Muslim, he had a knack for more wives. He has married 4, safe for more because his faith in Islam could not afford. If he were to also consider the army of children he needed to feed. He always wanted everything in his dream to revolve around women. Yarinya was more like skrrrpapapa in his own bank account.  Such was his admiration for people’s wives.
Down the streets, adjacent to his house, Tunde cited his mechanic workshop. Mallam Isiaka   plays Draft (African Chess game) with Tunde, the lazy  mechanic. A lazy mechanic who fixed two cars a month. His workshop was also cited in a lazy area to human and vehicular traffic. Most times, the two cars he fixed every month belonged to Mallam Isiaka. He married a heavy wife for his status and presumably his manhood. He was frail, simple and lacked seriousness towards anything. Since he could brag with the beauty and size of his wife, he didnt worry much about other things. He also enjoys playing draft than fixing cars. He didn’t worry much sharing Mallam Isiaka’s boy’s quarters because he was willing to keep him for his draft relaxation even when he couldn’t afford his rent.
Mallam Isiaka is a Senior NNPC staff driver in Tin Can Island. Because he ran some shady deals for his boss, he didnt travel much. All he did was to stay at the government depot, arrange routes for diversion of petroleum products meant for NNPC mega stations to privately owned one which sold in double price and has kickbacks as pension. He preferred to drink his Burantashi, lashing on the oza room with his wives more, then retiring to Tunde’s drafts.
Days soared. Weeks roared. Months moaned. Tunde had become tired from his complainant wife who lampooned his laziness and sex drive. She was a bitter woman for two reasons: Tunde’s inability to provide her a comfortable life. His unforgivable incompetence to provide sexual valour to his wife. She was starved of the benefits of her natural endowment.  She didn’t go to school,  but her body frame was a school for sex experts.  Tunde was just an opportunist whom Ralia’s (Tunde’s wife) parents, gave to him on a platter of gold because Tunde had gone to the village to marry her. While she was an Iluagba village girl, Tunde was a Lagos mechanic.  To her parents,  a city man had come for her.
It were weeks before their marriage started hitting the rocks. Their occasional bouts came with Mallam Isiaka and his wives settling them. She was said Tunde was a one minute man who kept her away from sexual success.  While this went on, Mallam Isiaka’s eyes looked on.
On cold afternoon.  It had just rained. Tunde was away. Ralia was home. Home alone in their two-room boys quarters.  Mallam had dashed to their quarters to ask if any problems needed attention.
Ralia laid they normal complaint. In response,  Mallam asked if he could help. He helped. He was prepared to help. After the randy session,  sweat broke lose and melted into the cheeky waist of Ralia as Mallam salivated from tasting a new pudding.
It had continued for long. While he kept Ralia as his 5th wife, married to Tunde and his Draft but sexually owned by Mallam, she felt some activity in her life.  She could bear Tunde now. They had stopped quarrelling.  It didn’t matter if he was a one second man anymore.
In Mallam’s philanthropy,  he gifted Tunde money. He said he wanted his wife to be happy. He gave Tunde more money for his wife after he had had a good pudding each time he sent Tunde on an errand. After every pudding came his philanthropy.
Tunde had Mallam Isiaka to be grateful for saving his marriage. For saving his manhood from embarrassment.  He kept giving Tunde money and kept taking Tunde’s Ralia.
But in earnest, the greatest philanthropist Tunde has ever known is Mallam Isiaka.
This is how Nigerian youths see politicians.  They view them as being sound for office because they give them indomie-money. A plaque , thrown in the air for Aluta sharing or party benefits. The ones who have humanitarian penetration are taken more seriously than those who have standard track records.
There’s always a crude thinking.  The thinking is that, philanthropy confers “competence” for leadership.  That is a giant lie. Philanthropy is good, however,  leadership is more than just philanthropical deeds. The argument for philanthropy wouldn’t hold water if there weren’t widespread poverty-opportunities, created for the youths by some politicians, who sustain the youths with this illusion, escape of reality  by creating plaque philanthropy to keep them in the wool.
Structural or baseline impact is not achieved only through dolling out of cash. How many of you have taught the youths “how” to fish, rather than giving them small fish to eat?
Besides your philanthropy,  what other opportunities have you created for your people?
In 2019 Kogi East Senatorial elections,  we would ask these questions.  We would ask that since you have brought a rivalled-hate-candidate to mock another one whom you perceive is hobnobbing with a Governor you don’t like, we would be talking antecedents and track records,  matched with people credibility and baseline impact.
#Echocho2019.
#Kogi+EchochoRising
– Promise Emmanuel (Kogi Rebel)

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