I could be carelessly or meticulously labelled a full-blooded Deltan: anyone you choose, I would pass, because as a Kinsman (sarcastically, by kindred spirit); I have been throughly dipped in; drenched in and absorbed the political energy, political atmosphere and political incense like a psychic sponge.

I have so many stories to tell about Delta State (a beautiful and wealthy place); but in this discourse, I would simply flirt with the Government in preparation of my big tale, in the offing…

The beauty of Delta is not necessarily in the Oil but in the Government, buried in the heart of a pretty little town called Asaba. This Government is controlled by a cabal of fewer persons. And you have to be loyal to that cabal if you must count millions in cheques. It is unbelievable how such a tiny little town called Asaba could weigh a heavy scale of secrets, power and greed… If you don’t grow a Tough Mind, you cannot survive Asaba in affluence; else, be ready to be a second-class citizen.

Politically, Delta is gracious. Politics is the stew of Delta’s tastiness. Never have I seen a people have a tight grip on Politics like it were a culture. Everyone including the mediocre are enlightened politically, as it is their ticket to fame and fortune.

Thus, Politics is somewhat occultic in Delta. You do not mess with the people: you do not mess with their heritage (Politics) or you have your fingers literally or metaphorically chopped off… The political gunshots usually fired during elections in Delta is ironically, a deja vu of World War II…

I have surveyed, studied, suffocated and sometimes drowned in the basin of power tussle in Delta State. I was on ground during the 2011 elections (the election that bore the Uduaghan 2nd term administration); and as such, I witnessed the bouts of kung fu fights therein. The political adventure of that phase was of high-voltage and sure seduced me to prowl even in wild places unfit for women. Unfortunately, I was not part of the Ibori administration so, I could more or less resign to my research and stories I garnered on that administration…the administration that liberated many but licensed few…

Ibori may have bore the brunt of altruism and generosity in the UK prisons; but he is one man the majority of Deltans would sacrifice their lives for. Strangely, many Nigerians do not understand why majority of Deltans are passionate about this man who has been accused of extorting their own wealth. Affectingly, these people won’t cast a slur on Ibori; he can do no wrong in their eyes. He is their messiah (as acclaimed) and is also, the root of so many successful politicians in the state. Just as Christ sacrificed his life for the atonement of the sins of world; they believe Ibori is their sacrificial lamb and therefore, he is immortalized. But the question is: now that he is out of the UK prisons; how many of his followers are still shrouded in loyalty? The 2019 elections would certainly discern this Food for thought…

Ibori’s administration brought light to the state but without a lampstand. Suffice to say, there was a lampstand; the light would have sustained. But the light shined deceptively as a Silhouette. It was an illuminated effect. That was the only error. For sure, many blinded persons basked in the Ibori-light for sight and got their magical healing (his empowered allies); while some who negated the consequences of exposure of the eyes to too much light got trapped in Snow-blindness (his prosecuted allies). The ones who drowned in River-blindness are the ones who bore too much grudge and refused to tap from the Ibori-light (his opposition). Perhaps, in their quest for vengeance for not getting their healing which was probably denied them out of their own stubbornness and derailed ego; they became the Judas and betrayed Ibori the Messiah…

No matter how bitter some persons may feel about Ibori; the foresightedness of Delta was born from Ibori’s light. He is the mother of the Delta State whether for reputable or notorious reasons. Given his profound philanthropy and fantabulous omnipresence; Ibori was/is perceived and portrayed as Superhuman- and that was his bane (the reason for the noose that bridled his neck).

The Uduaghan administration…um, um, this is a big story for another day. I soaked myself thoroughly in this experience and will pen up a testament. It is sure going to be a very long scroll…

Nevertheless; the Uduaghan administration albeit the many knife-cuts to uproot it, stood deeply rooted to the ground like an oak tree. But every oak tree has its withering moment…

Uduaghan’s administration during its elapse time was currently shaken with a whirlwind of formidable armies jostling to be his predecessor. One, two, three…they marched in fierce strides! Their footprints were all over the land; denting the tranquility of the soil and spurring earthquakes to shake the Delta boundaries. The die was cast and the war was about to begin… Guns were cocked… So many pellets waited impatiently to be shot; and I feared that there should be no misfire lest it boomeranged on the misfits!

My utmost worry was Uduaghan’s head…which I prayed then, he could protect with an iron helmet, lest the bullets flying to and fro, for the sake of the crown on his head, didn’t get a hit…

Perhaps, in his bloated overconfidence, he wore his crown too loosely and sadly, the bullet got a hit. Not a totally destructive hit though… A perforation that tilted his crown from “proper balancing” and ruined his chances of sitting in the Red Chambers, today. Perchance, he would have been a sacred cow free from the thorn and thistle of the unpopular “political auditors” who keep dragging him to account for past inventories…

Uduaghan administration’s was a dog eat dog scenario. Elections were fiery. Betrayals were the biscuit-bone. And the bone-marrow of tricks that played out was repugnant: Allies betrayed allies. Brothers betrayed brothers. Party elders betrayed aspirants. Party members secretly worked for opposition. The dog eat dog spree became a piggery fight staged in a pool of mud… Well, Politics is a dirty game and the dirtiness is the ish!

Albeit Uduaghan and the Jonathan administration had supremacy blows to deal the 2015 Delta gubernatorial elections to whim; yet, the Ibori factor refused to be minified. Even in faraway prison in the UK, Ibori’s ghost influenced the decisions in the state and shook the foundations of many politicians. Well, this is no surprise because; if Ibori could be a presidential threat during the Jonathan administration; then the state is but a baby to his whims.

Factually, majority of the gubernatorial aspirants then were offsprings of Ibori. And a mother no doubt, determines when and what to feed her babies…

Currently, the Okowa administration is an ostrich-neck experience. This particular government is no fan of fatness. Many fattened necks are loosing flesh. Elongated thin-neck stretched from thirst is the trend. Pot-bellies are getting dried up and flat stomachs are thinning to bones. The usual first-class citizens are no longer measuring up even as second-class citizens. Poverty is sarcastically, the agricultural strategy of this government.

Pardonably, the present economic crunch gripping the country could probably be the reason for the quagmire usurping the Okowa administration; hence I will not say much about this government until its elapse time…

The clamour for Delta North to continue to hold power siege by 2019 is cliched. It is already a general acceptance and even the hardest of hearts seem to be pathetic about this stance. Conscientiously, Delta Central and Delta South have had their own share of the cake for eight years, respectively. Albeit I do not trust that these zones would lay low and give the flagship generously and uninterruptedly to Delta North; given the “skull and skeleton” fashion of the Okowa government which has stirred up acute hunger, enwombing poverty and political paranoia across the state.

A gossip-bird is already whispering that the Ibori factor in 2019 may spin a shocking surprise that would send chills down the spines of people. And the brazenness of the alleged premeditated ploy, could cause some persons to fall off high-heavens and smash to the ground like a bag of rotten tomatoes! Forgive my cruel Hypothesis!

My prophetic advice to Delta North goes thus:

“Divorce greed, adopt a rapprochement, lock yourselves in brotherhood, else in your vain trust; the gubernatorial flagship hoisted in your zone may be callously uprooted before your very own eyes.”

In summation; I could only share my One Cent advice to the 2019 Delta gubernatorial aspirants…

“That moment is devoid of trust because your best friend could be the enemy within. Yes! In that dawning moment, you must walk like a one-man army… You are your best friend and you are your foe. No one must know your strategies unless you tell them. You cock your gun and focus on your shots. You dare not care about yourself but the Crown. Yes! That moment, the Crown is more important than your life. Your mission is to shoot exceptionally hot with more brutal shots targeted at the rival that threatens you the most. Bang is then! And your Bazooka must shoot…pooooooooom!

Ahunna Ejiogu is a Writer, Poet, Political Journalist, Publisher/Editor-in-Chief, Prolific Magazine and Prolific Reporters

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