They are like lepers bundled in a colony of the reproach, kept away from the noble men. Though they struggle to be heard, their voices are too faint that no credible mind could hear nor understand their cruel homily.
Often they are weeping but pretend to be talking. Unconscious of the reality, they decorously boast of their intellectuality. They are in the mould of an adulterous wife who sees no truth in the ills of infidelity as indulges in the trade without any sign of repentance; making the unfortunate husband an object of ridicule before his peers.
They know the right but excavate a bottomless grave and bury lies. But negative force can never overcome the positive vibration. This is why the right will never be diminished for the wrong to be enthroned. Welcome them with golden gloves, but when they leave their lips will hunt you with blasphemy, telling the world that you are a lizard without vertebrate and a sheep with a lion’s teeth.
Lokojans avoid them if you can, because they are not even among the necessary evils of life.
Everyday they fabricate rumours with heavy coloration of evil, targeting at people they presume to stand a chance against their advantage.
Little did I know that when my grandmother said, when you help your wife to clean her anus, one day she will ask you to leak it or she will not allow you to consult her womanhood.
His deeds do not merit that honourable and respectable title in every sense of it.
Most people who parade themselves as council seekers do not merit that throne, not because they don’t have the political will or educational qualification, some are even too experienced in governance but what Lokoja need now is beyond all these.
The local government needs a leader who has vision and can accomplish it, a man who can set up the geography of his mission and actualize it; a leader with an assignment, that can be achieved the local government at this season does not need a story teller, or a leader who will come to victimize his enemies nor a man who is a selfish and sees no good in others.
Less I forget that sharing an umbrella with an old woman can culture you to walk same like her, so sharing tobacco with an old man can make your groan with his to be indifferent . The sick tandem believes they could achieve success through obsession in blackmail. This is why they pursue it with all their bank accounts releasing funds to their jobbers both at home and Diaspora.
Most Diasporas who have been jobless have now found their ailing class mates, who now electronically send them some funds and turn them to witchcraft secretaries. Though some of the articles they post are not originated or written by these men, who were ravaged with hunger, starvation and got succour in becoming dead preachers and blackmailers.
Some of them are pant and dross cleaners to their wives who labour to feed them in their redundancies, even when they are bullies and known retarded facilities. Because of scarcity of husband the wives willingly make themselves slaves to this sick generation of their parents.
Back home, the sick tandem see every others as threat and become flippant with their lips and biro, heaping lies on the Saints they are supposed to honour with trembling, but act otherwise because of the naira and kobo they receive from their political connivers.
To and from, their foot go across the city as ill-locomotive train , which will neither reach its destination nor stop on the way, but continues night and day without actualizing its mission, but leaving commuters stranded in every journey. Wrongly, Shiru Lawal will become their threshing floor, where they don’t close their eyes before they choose a tag to give him.
What name have they not called him, a , opportunist, stooge, yes sir man, laughing and you can add others as I could not remember all. Yet this man Shiru Lawal who has recreated the history of their land by bringing development to there wards . Some of them who are diaspora may not even navigate the route to their father’s houses, for he has confused them with development.
Men who rush to marry a widow are fools, for they do not know, if what killed their husband is buried in the blood stream of the widow, but what is rumbling between their legs is sending a signal of sweetness while the unknown bitterness awaits their date.
I cannot bother my mind in a bid to educating this sick republic that their journey to the political office could be like the tripe OF Missing Malaysia Airlines flight MH370. It crashes and neither man nor scientific apparatus could locate the wreckages.
So the aspiration of those who wish to lead Lokoja with lies and blackmail will end and they will also be like the man who rushed to marry a ‘dead-alive’ widow whose loins send men to early graves.
Their visions seem so authentic to them, unknown to them that it is a hallucination caused by the madness emanating from thank you fund. The fund raising money vibrates their brain to receive negative signals alone, for pictures are only imaginary while photographs are the reality.
A man who is use to stealing does not see any evil in his deeds but a man who is honest sees it as a great ovum that can destroy his existence and posterity. The workers of this iniquity are lollygaggers, who make their casket without a carpenter but biros, for the magnitude of their malignancies against the righteous are grave and forbidden.
Do they think promotion is achieved with mischief? No, not all, though ‘’a can can can, can do, what a can can can do’’, but to every a ‘’can do’’ there is a destiny to how much and how far he or she can do.
Lokoja is honoured with a great son with a great destiny whose record of strides has the capacity which will fulfil the visualised change of the local government. And that man is Hon Shiru Lawal.
Whatever they wish, let them do, for it has been written, it will surely come to manifestation. No wonder a respectable MK said don’t run from any mortals who want to kill your vision, though they fight your vision, they can never destroy it, for every vision is a spirit, and spirits are indestructible.
The vision of Shiru Lawal to lead Lokoja local government is a vision with gigantic spirit, and that spirit is the one that is the father of all spirits, the creator of all things, the maker of the universe, the I am, that I am. So who stand when he roars? Who can stop him when he is on mission? Oh let your eyes be open to see the great ark, oh let your eyes be open to see the vision! Oh sick tandem, May the lord heal thy leprous hands and cleanse your feet from the infirmity that is plaguing your existence, get ‘’Shirulize’ quickly and be redeemed, while the saviour is with you.
