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Igbophobia in Cyberspace (Part1): A Case Study of Olisa Osita |
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Friday, 26 March 2004 |
Once upon a time, politics demanded Truth to define itself. Truth’s antiphon was the pristine silence that replayed the timeless immensity of reality. It is rather an insult for finitude to question infinity. It was totally below the dignity of immensity to dance to the hypocritical wiles of mortality. Truth cannot succumb to the taunts of political jobbery. Purity cannot be arraigned in the courts of unworthiness. Christ can never reply to a Pilate, compromised by his inordinate and avaricious love of power. That is the ontological circumstance of Truth. How can truth define itself, when the firmament bespeaks of its wonders and majesty? How can truth repeat itself, even when the birds of the fields sing of its beauty? How can truth be taunted by men whose only use of it is just a lip-service, while they genuflect subserviently at the altars of falsehood? Definitions as truth knew, was delimitation. Truth in its nature cannot suffer limitation and remain itself. It is immutable as well as the only reality that naturally disobeys the ontological provisions of change, as mirrored in the Heraclitan flux. Truth has access and gains admittance into any contextual broth and comes out the same, not minding the potencies of the neutralizers pitched against it. For anyone yet to grasp the metaphor presented by the abstract reduction of a fact of history above; it is nothing but the encounter between Jesus who is the Veritas (Truth), Via (Way) et Vita (Life) and Pontius Pilate; who must forever represent the ontological cowardice that goes with Political correctness. Truth has always remained an affront to political correctness since time began. The tempter of the Genesis episode laced his fatally attractive seduction of Eve, with the syrup of political correctness: When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. (Gen.3:6)
The fact has always remained that incredible liars and prodigious peddlers of falsehood have always spent their lives configuring to the expectations of their cheerleaders. They play to the gallery of deception because it conduces to the wind of political correctness that is in currency at that particular time. Pilate not only has to be a friend of Caesar, but must be seen as such, even when that posture is tendered as a bait to hoodwink or lull his sense of justice and rationality to sleep. Every appearance to the contrary must be stifled even if means handing the truth over to be crucified in between a gang of thieves. Though this state of affairs precedes Pilate in time and being, he remains the symbol and footnote to all, whose stock in trade is the abuse of truth in their bid to remain politically relevant and correct.
Politics is about power. It envelopes all the network of forces and cross-pollination of factors that go into the courting, marrying and latchment to the epicentres of power, in any socio-political matrix or socio-economic configuration. Power in human affairs spells relevance. It can sometimes confer significance. It is potency. It is the ability to command obeisance and to enforce one’s will. And politics summarises all the contrivances through which power is wooed and captured. Political correctness or remaining politically relevant connotes the desire to be in the good books of the shakers and movers of the power configuration of any group or society. It equally includes the imitation and assumption of their modes of ratiocination, their beliefs, their idiosyncrasies; in short their mannerisms and weltanschaunng. To be politically correct, one must be punctilineal in his soaking and regurgitation of the views of the power centres. He dares not disagree or differ from the trends set by this ogre, even when reason nullifies the adoption of such a stance. A politically correct person is a puppet and a slave to the epistemological and social trend set by those whose opinion are revered by power. He is a morally compromised person. He is never his own man. He is a credulous fellow; a thermometer programmed to rise and fall at the temperature of the prevailing views sanctioned by conspiratorial silence of the people laced with the active scheming of those who profit from the perpetuation of an inglorious status quo. He simply swallows the prevailing opinion hook, line and sinker. He is allergic to reasoning or any rigorous exercise of his mental powers. When he claims to think, it involves nothing but a re-organization of his prejudices to consolidate the irrational stances he had warmly permitted his reason to be ensconced in. He deludes himself into a belief that he thinks when all he spends his time doing is rearranging his set of prefabricated bias, to suit his feeble excuses for the importunate cell, where timidity, paranoia, inferiority complex, pathological psycho trauma and lack of intellectual rigor has eternally condemned him. The avid desire to tow the line of least resistance, and the fear of standing alone on the side of anything be it the truth, is a complex that has pathologic roots. The politically correct person lacks personality. He depends solely and entirely on public opinion for his personality. A perfect example is the man that went to market with a horse for sale, accompanied by his son. At first, they rode on the poor beast of burden. Public taunts and condemnation led to a dismounting of the animal. The same public opinion that saw them mounting down equally chastised them for their foolishness, in trekking over a long distance, while an animal made for such exigencies lies fallow; unused and under-utilised following behind them. They vacillated between public condemnation and approbation as their choice oscillated between one person mounting the horse; the other following behind on foot, to a total confusion. He is an eternal weathervane that follows wherever the heaviest opinion directs. He is a characterless affront to what a human being should be; namely a rational being. A man like this lacks conscience. He can lie because it promotes the cause of political correctness. Conscience is naturally banished from his firmament, because Conscience according to Martin Heiddegger invites man to extricate himself from the unthinkable collectivity of the anonymous. This lack of conscience is most exactly found in crowds and mobs. That is why the mob must always perpetrate a jungle justice. That equally accounts for the reason why the crowds that sang Christ’s “Hosannas” on Palm Sunday, screamed “crucifigium eum” from Holy Thursday night till Good Friday. This feature of the politically correct candidate so much irked Abraham Lincoln, that he urged his son’s teacher in a letter credited to him, to “teach his son not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the bandwagon”, “to listen to all men and filter all he hears on a screen of truth”, “to have faith in his own ideas even if others tell him they are wrong”. But a politically correct man follows the crowd because everybody seems to be on the bandwagon. He has no ideas of his own to cherish, hold or represent, he simply soaks and parrots the prevailing ideas circulating in the concourse of the powerful or the majority. To the stereotypes he swallowed, he always pledges and devotes a fanatical allegiance. Any reasoning to the contrary is abhorrent to his faculties dulled by addictive doses of unreason and falsehood, all lending credence that a lie repeated too often takes on the garbs and semblance of reality in the world of the gullible. So much for an introduction Now to the kernel of our
Igbo bashing in Nigeria since the end of the civil war is an option that is seductively correct on the political scale. The Igbo have been defeated in an acrimonious war. They are yet to recover from the combined forces of concentrated hate, which defeat normally attracts for anyone with the courage to stand up to his rights. Many Nigerians were angry with the Igbos for not dying quietly, when the combined forces of scapegoatism made living an unaffordable option for them. The stance was consolidated by a crosspollination of smears visited on Ndigbo consequent on the aftermath of the war. The Igbo is accused of being a simpleton, a thief, a land grabber, an inconsequential non-entity, a fraudster, et al., because that was politically correct. Even when truth suffered under the weight of these mutilations, nobody cared. Not even Pilate could care that Innocence, abandoned to the mob, risked a crucifixion and a certain death. He could not care less, even when the subterranean hatred and jealousy under girding the testimony of his accusers was all written on their faces. He cared no hoot if truth is overwhelmed by the co-ordinated onslaught of falsehood. All he cared about was his hide; the sustenance of his ass on the tribune of imperial debauchery. Every other thing brings up the rear of his considerations.
Lately there has grown a rising bashing of Ndigbo and a concerted attempt to cheapen the Igbo pain and their plight in Nigeria on the cyberspace. This network of forces hide under some phoney identities to perpetrate their regime of standardized falsehoods, all with the sole aim of casting the august ancestry of Ndigbo into disrepute. This smear campaign is testament to the fact that the war on Ndigbo did not end in 1970, the theatre simply changed. It equally lends credence to the notion that there exists a grand conspiracy against Ndigbo in their quest to be a part of Nigeria. Laughable identities and names always creep to the fore. We have been deluged with appellations and pseudonyms of dubious parentage. This project is a clinical analysis of all the false characters hiding under some indecipherable names to snipe at the great Igbo heritage.
Posterity demands that I lend my voice to the course of justice and truth, just like the young Daniel did, to forestall Susana’s certain death, for her refusal to succumb to the lascivious wiles of geriatric debauchees. I am called up by history and good conscience to react to these wholesale hawking of falsehood for the fact that evil and untruth gains a walkover, when no voice registers a dissent. Evil will always triumph when good men slumber in silence, or grovel in timid acquiescence to it reckless impunity. To this end, I am selecting a cross section of the most insipid cobwebs of deceit spun by these purveyors of putrid dissimulation for analysis. One such spider is a person that hides behind an onomatopoeic label, which is too rhythmical to be Igbo. He writes from an e-mail portal named "bj" and identifies himself as Osita Olisa. I have taken pains to run through all his cyber-postings, and was inundated with a deluge of Igbophobia unparalleled since the invention of the World Wide Web. I will in this essay effect a clinical incision of his edifice of cant and pious irrelevancies that are redolent of a pathologic psycho-trauma and Igbo phobia. Before doing that, I regret to state that some cyber-forums like Naijapolitics was ontologically designed as an Igbophobic forum, where Igbo sentiments are necessarily screened out in order to give Igbo phobia a walkover. This seed bed of putridity is still selling its wares of deceit.
A journey through Olisa Osita’s postings left me with a stupendous chagrin at what he intends to achieve by a wholesale marketing of fiction as facts. In fact, I remain stupefied by his effrontery and opinionated hangovers of questionable provenance. I am yet to understand what truth means for Olisa Osita. If truth is a blackhole of opinionated prejudice from which no light of factual consistency could ever escape, then truth here needs a radical redefinition. I will commence this expose not with an intention of inundating you with the exchanges that have ensued between me and these hordes of Igbo haters save for the fact that an understanding of my present rebuttals makes a little revisit of past exchanges imperatively inevitable. In my real angry reaction to one of his grossly infelicitous misrepresentations of facts about Ndigbo, I gave him the following rejoinder which could be found on Naijapolitics@yahoogroups.com,message no. 9217, which incidentally was the arena of these exchanges: In that rejoinder which I titled “When the Symphony of Falsehood sings”, I wrote as follows:
Of the ways and incivilities by which men provoke and irritate each other, Olisa Osita’s has been a terribly regrettable and extraordinary instance. It has always baffled me to realise the extent that men could go simply, to justify an incredible falsehood, and the depravity of the styles deployed to such an unholy and provocative end.
Osita Olisa came up to this forum and perpetrated grandiloquent syllogism of crooked thinking, when he unfurled the flags of justification for the wholesale murder of Ndigbo, in the North of Nigeria prior to the Nigerian-Biafra war. He seemed to have woken up from the frozen slumber of historical amnesia and moral depravity to insult the memory and pain of a people. He garnered a lot of supporters who cannot justify their not being moral weathervanes, consequent upon the stand they took on the issue. The conclusions have now come home that Olisa Osita is a mass murderer in the most proximate potency.
I am reacting to this guy’s vituperatious assertion because I fully concur with Chinua Achebe, who wrote that “it would be a ridiculous waste of energy to go through life fighting imaginary insults. At the same time, to go through life swallowing real insults is to compromise one’s self respect” And this is where my tangents meet the radii of Agwunobi Chukwuma; who has refused to go through life swallowing real insults from a faceless abuser of the responsibility code attached to freedom of speech; hiding under a name that is at best a ruse. In fact, the above description is the best that can be achieved in the language of studied restraint. I am grateful to the gods of free speech, that I have resisted the temptation to call Osita a worthless blackguard, stained with unadulterated and pathological Igbophobia.
Olisa osita is a connoisseur of chaos. His baselessly ungenerous stance has engendered a kind of a licensed anarchy in this forum, involving scores of people across the continents and an abundance of impropriety: which has led to some regrettable outbursts. This is not an apologetic but history. And that he has achieved a status as a venerable moral ruin is beyond doubt. A rummage through his mind, would inevitably reveal a midget Hitler or a Lilliputian Milosevic. The ease with which his mind rationalizes mass murder is amazing. He sanctified genocide today. If given the opportunity, he will perpetrate it tomorrow. I won’t lose my bet on that.
That he should condone and justify the attempt at exterminating a people is a conduct that cannot be pardoned on the score of ethics and manners, let alone religion and morality. There is no method he has not adopted. Everything which rancour, prejudice, ignorance and hatred could suggest and contrive is poured forth by him, in copious fury and hurled at the memory of the Igbo pain. The situation has grown from awful to ghastly that I can no longer risk silence at such a fundamentally unfriendly threat to the Igbo collective memory. And today, to his turf, I come.
Deconstructing Olisa’s orchestra of falsehood is a task that must be performed, no matter how painful it is. This holds more promise on the imperative that a recalcitrant tumour unwittingly invites the surgeon’s scalpel and some generous doses of chemotherapy. This cancer must be nipped in its embryonic stages, to forestall a corruption of healthy cells. Olisa claims to be Onye igbo. I cannot contest this with him. If he is, then he should come out and tell us who his paymasters are. An onye Igbo or any other person can do this to his own people if the right amount is at stake. Barbara T Bradford, on the 18th page of her Novel titled “Hold the Dream” stated that “Ties of blood and of flesh did not come into play when vast amounts of money and, more importantly great power, were at stake. People thought nothing of killing to attain even the smallest portions of both”. I am positive that this must account totally or in part for Olisa osita’s position. He has already justified killing, so the conclusion to this syllogism is valid. He would not hesitate in selling his people if the money is right. A Judas exists in every apostolic college. This guy may be our own. This is more instructive when one realises the kind of verbal and lingual efforts to legitimize his betrayal kiss.
He may equally not be an Igbo man. And to allow myself the luxury of thinking that enemies must don the badge of their stand in today’s world is a woefully outdated assumption. The choreography of hate is a far more complex interplay of simulation, pretension and betrayal from within, as to allow such a publicized announcement of deadly opposition. So whoever he is, I do not care. I promised to do battle with his ignorance. This is just the opening salvo.
Osita’s last posting on this forum is an article of one odindu odunze Ph.D, titled “the secessionist Confederalist and why they must fail”. In his prologue to that article, so to say, Osita unveiled to the world with gusto, another accomplice of his garrulous knavery. He was so happy as his introduction read, to have found another supporter to his inglorious cause. He thinks that a crime could be justified by the number of people committing it. He failed to realise that even if the Pope is to steal, and the whole honourable members of our national assembly are to succumb to petty thievery: that the number or the calibre of people in the gang or bandwagon of thievery cannot stand to justify the act of stealing, come what may.
He equally failed to realise that in the courts of law and in the courts of public opinion that a wager of laws does not assure the success of litigation. That a thief calls 200 witnesses in his defence, does not guarantee that he has won an acquittal. Once the prosecution proves its case beyond all reasonable doubt, his two hundred witnesses avails him for nought. To this end, even if the whole world supports Olisa, it can never justify the immorality of his depravity in justifying the murder of Ndigbo prior to the civil war. No logical detergent will ever wash that off history’s face. Osita! Rejoice not. That you have gained a supporter does not legitimize your falsehood and that he has a Ph. D which he so generously displayed to cow mortals of lesser state, is maybe, indicative of opulent ignorance.
An exegesis of the text of the article quickly displays a propensity to deploy words to the service of the absurd. The first line reads thus: It is regrettable if not indeed an irony….. In relation to the situation he was x-raying; there arose no need for the failed attempt at hoisting an oxymoronic description in that first sentence. What is regrettable is regrettable and what is ironical is ironical. The melange of these two words in the first line of the text betrays an arbitrariness that has always been the hallmark of notorious peddlers of rumour and falsehood in history. His opening salvo betrays an incoherence that is symptomatic of a directionless vacillation in an area that is alien to one’s competence. Any philosopher of Language will quickly see through the smoke screen and the uncertainty that underlines it. The question then becomes: Why should a man go into an area where his competence is questionable? Pride; anger; hatred; self-conceit; All these are reasons conducible to a construction of an answer. And none of them enjoys admittance to the halls of the positive.
The first paragraph paddled on an apprehensive note, which bespeaks a boiling broth of subterranean avarice. He betrayed an apprehensiveness characteristic of one about to lose his opportunity of mounting the national cake with his knife of greed to cut off his share, since the other gangsters have had their turns, at the helm of that distribution agency. Hear him: it regrettable if not indeed an irony in the Nigerian political history that at the time the south is into the presidency, their dissident leaders seize the opportunity to dismantle the federal republic. For this writer, the North has had their share, and now that the south is there, nothing should be done to disturb the digestion of that arrangement, even if that arrangement is a monumental failure. This is the crassest confession of brazen nepotism ever to escape the mouth of a Nigeria. I am certain that when enough rope is left in the hands of a liar, it would form a noose round his neck. This guy has shown us the depth of his nepotistic affinities all because he saw Ojukwu as a cheap game for his inordinate sport. This is the kind of incoherence one finds throughout this short, convulsively repulsive piece. And the fact must be noted that “incoherence is one of the luxuries of impotence. Those who cannot, or will not take responsibility themselves feel free to snipe at those who do”. These men could not take responsibility themselves. Today, they are sniping at a man; namely Ojukwu, who had the courage to face a formidable armada of concentrated hate, when his people were butchered with an orchestrated genocidal blueprint, designed to that effect. Odunze, in his avid lust for Ojukwu’s blood, lost sight of the larger unknowns, and unaddressed inflexibilities that are the waterloo of his assumptions. He wants Nigeria not to disintegrate so that the south can get even, in this race to loot the country out of existence.
This guy took up the refrain of one Nigeria only when it seems to be serving his own selfish agenda. In that regard equally, he misinterpreted facts with an amazing predictability. His absolutism has a way of seducing falsehood. Hear him: You cannot permanently dismantle a whole in order to make it better. My joy is that this guy is writing from the US, the home of the AT&T formerly and famously known by Americans as Ma Bell. This “whole” was a very huge monolithic behemoth, which imploded on its weight in the quality of service it rendered Americans and in the arrant injustice of the monopoly she enjoyed in dispensing American telecommunications. She was “permanently dismantled to make it better”. Today Americans are better for it. If “Wholes” cannot be dismantled to make it better, why are there anti-trust laws in the US where this guy lives and enjoys a workable system? And he handed a judgement legendary in its foreclosure of an alternative that :only fools do that:(Cf. Par 2, Line 9) For this guy, Americans are fools for dismantling huge monolithic conglomerates in order to make them better for the companies themselves, for the consumers and for the economy at large. Odunze as you can see is Solomonic in his wisdom to call Americans and every other intelligent people, fools, for dismantling monolithic ogres, when their weight rendered them oppressive and inefficient. I think that this singular assertion has pushed the boundaries and frontiers of common sense so far, that a fair conclusion may be that the writer is either perennially allergic to the truth or that he is mentally challenged.
It has always been my opinion that, unless a national conference is organized; where the conscripted federations that were annexed into a colonial mistake, which was designed to conduce to the imperialistic and exploitative convenience of Britain: and given a name in a moment of amorous dementia, by the mistress of a colonial governor; would ventilate their simmering frustrations, then Nigeria will always remain an amorphous mass of tribal pockets with a platonic hatred of each other, as the currency of operations.
So, pretending that such is not needed which is the position of the work under consideration here, will always present us with endless opportunities for embarrassments. The butchery of endless succession of incompetent cheerleaders that Olisa Osita conscripts into his service of falsehood cannot alter or defer that fact. Any man knowledgeable about Nigeria and her tragic experiences would be really sorry to find himself associated with the kind of notorious quackery being peddled in this forum by some paid mischief makers.
We should equally realise that the freedom of speech equally embosoms the freedom to be angry. In the Igbo cosmology as was well painted in Achebe’s Arrow of God: No true Igbo son would suffer the desecration of his Ikenga patiently. Likewise, no true Igbo son that has round balls underneath his legs would suffer it gladly, when his heritage is being insulted. To this end, If Olisa Osita continues to peddle his extraordinary instance of falsehood designed to irritate and insult: he should be ready to take the angry outbursts and righteous indignations of those whose heritage he bears so lightly. To this end, anyone starving for publicity should not be allowed to use Ndigbo to ride to the portals of cheap popularity. Our ancestry is so august that it cannot be rubbished by men who cannot stand for men in the gathering of men.
In his last paragraph, Odunze called his academic qualifications to question. He made a sweeping assertion, without statistics to that effect. The surprising thing was that this was pleaded in his conclusion. He had made no reference to the issues he discussed in his conclusion either remotely or proximately in the body of his work. Yet, he pleaded that in a conclusion that disobeyed the cardinal law of logic, to the effect that generalizations are generally wrong. This guy should let us in on the parameters and other sample populations against which, the Igbo’s propensity to destroy their own was measured. Conjectures should not be a valid material for creating a concrete conclusion.
In as much as I do not crave for a repeat of the errors on both sides which led to the Biafra-Nigerian conflict, I think that the present Nigerian structure would lead someday to a conflagaratory implosion, out of which none will survive, if we keep on glossing over it. We should ventilate the angst of these peoples and decide our fate as a people, together. Enough of these hirelings that crave a shot at cheap popularity! I cannot live to see you desecrate a pain so dear to the Igbo mind, or cheapen a sacrifice that was made in good conscience despite the mistakes inherent in that cause.
Ogbunwezeh has spoken.
That I wrote the above reactions in anger was never in doubt, but I reserve no apologies to anyone for doing that. My heritage was roundly insulted with uncharitable dose of falsehood, and sitting by while it holds sways over the facts is an act of unvarnished poltroonery, to which I can never subscribe. The exchange continued and reached a head in a response to one of my numerous refutations of his assertions. There, Olisa Osita instead of attacking the issues raised, took the classical path of all peddlers of rumour and falsehood; namely argumentum ad hominem. He latched onto my person and status and kept firing away as if that would scare me from my chosen path of refuting falsehood whenever I see them. He wrote
“Mazi Ogbunwezeh:
It is my understanding that you were once at Bigard Memorial Seminary, Enugu for Catholic Priesthood. I do not know how to correctly address you to befit your moral status in the society. Did you finish your training and currently practicing your vocation. Please let me know so that l can affix Rev. when addressing you. I know that not every one who went through Bigard graduates to practice priesthood. I would be disappointed if you did drop out without completion. As a Catholic, l know our society is in dire need of priests. I also know that the oath of celibacy, chastity and poverty is a huge challenge to many people. I can understand that. If a dog is born with its tongue hanging out, it will be ill-advised to proscribe celibacy. Such self-imposed incarceration will lead one to perpetually live life of hell on earth. If you did bail out, you will always have my brotherly love and support. If that were to be the case, that will be an odious transition to civilian life. One of its reactive consequences, more often than none, is to mold her victim into every thing contrary to tenets of Catholic doctrine. For instance, reaction to truth and truthfulness becomes an obsessive-compulsive driving force. I am very convinced that this is not what we have in our hands.
Happy New Year Franklyne.
Olisa H. Osita
California
As regards my status, one can always find that out. My status, my personality and my training does not conduce to a peripheral existence, where one can safely hide behind the great anonymity of the internet to perpetrate unfounded and incredible falsehoods that reeks of moral imbalance; as well as snipe safely at men whose lives and history remains an eternal affront to the mire of irrelevance, that has always incubated and hatched amorphous reactionaries of the mould of Olisa Osita.
I would not have deemed it fit to effect a reply to his unsubstantiated assumptions, save for the fact that allowing falsehood a walkover has always been the exclusive preserve of morally compromised individuals. The truth must be upheld not minding whose ox is gored. Olisa himself agrees with me here that untruths must be vivisected layer by layer. Hear him: Looking back into well documented human histories, we know for reasonable certainty, that when errors, either by commission or default, seeps into people’s way of life, and hence, after a long period of practice, through continual reinforcements and concomitant revalidations, they gain in weight and strength and become people’s conventional realities. (Olisa osita; Ndigbo Victimhood, and Political Nihilism, P.1)
Anybody who effects an appraisal of the above lines will really come to see that Olisa wrote passionately from his own experience. His pathological hatred of Ojukwu impregnated him with an insurmountable prejudicial bent, from which there exists no conceptual escape. He has held and continued to reinforce and revalidate these vicious errors in his subconscious, so much so that his wishes, which are bereft of factual foundations, have now assumed facticity for him. But I am going to help him because he has screamed for help. He wrote that: we must not shirk from our responsibilities in dissecting and vivisecting them, layer by layer, atom by atom (ibid) I promise him that this is what I am going to do to his substratum of untruths.
In his last reaction to my last charge, he pleaded the defence of ad hominen. Any student of logic knows that this is the cheapest way to score a point, when facts are absent. I would not dwell on my status because; it is not the point at issue. I am in spite of other things, a philosopher by training and persuasion. I would not swallow the bait to argue ad hominem or ad misericordiam. I will face the submissions he tendered and deal with them with the clinical attention such falsehoods deserve. It is only a man who has no truths to consider that hurls attacks on reality or persons that he cannot ordinarily match wit for wit. Like all great peddlers of untruth, the predictability of our author is legendary. I intentionally inserted a little of my background in an article on Dora Akunyili , which I titled “Why the Truth must be slaughtered”, published variously by www.kwenu.com as well as www.gamji.com, to give an escape route to all who may wish to dwell in valley of inanities and like a tactless general, our author swallowed it. I will resist the temptation to lavish thanks on him for being such a hungry and unthinking fish. After all, anger and hunger are noted for blowing out the light of reason.
To Olisa Osita specifically I now turn. The point at issue is the festival of pathological misrepresentations that you have so very generously posted on the internet. By some indefinable alchemy, your submissions have evolved to embody the worst forms and currents of opinionated untruths and anti-historicism, about Ndigbo that I have ever come across. I must admit that your attempts are courageous. I would have been happy if it ended there, with truths as its currency. I have tried to excavate history to see any sane parallel to your indiscretions to no avail. Your submission, despite few instances of meteoric brilliance, was ultimately reckless. You seem to cherish dishonesty, cant and impious vituperations that have no basis in reality. You equally in many instances questioned your scholarship when you pleaded as fact, what has been an unholy range of popular fixations and fiction. The cock eyed illogics deployed to that effect has really been a miserable attempt to hoist as truth, the fractured fairy tales of your imagination. An example may suffice here: In par. 6, Page 6, line 3 of your article titled Ndigbo, Victimhood, and political Nihilism, you wrote in black and white inter alia:
There is that general feeling that Ndigbo
are politically immature and unsophisticated
I will not go further than a great Igbo son, Late Prof. Donatus Nwoga to make you see that the verbal cobweb that this guy spins is nothing but an elaborate secretarial toilet.
When one hoists a stereotype, he has inadvertently allowed himself the irrational luxury of ratiocinative laziness. The general feeling that Ndigbo are politically immature is a stereotype and according to Nwoga, “ There are of course limits to the validity of stereotypes no matter how carefully constructed."
A methodological question which Olisa failed to take cognizance or ignored to his discomfiture is "Whether a proposed world view is a synthesis articulated by the people being presented or that of the presenter. E.g., when I say A is part of the Igbo reality, do I mean that A is what Ndigbo articulate as what is real to them or do I mean that A is what I configure that Ndigbo are . One can see that Olisa is essaying to discredit or strip Ndigbo of their august heritage and identity by making Ndigbo what they are not. He failed in this project by his failure to realise that "the Igbo cannot give up his ethnic identity, because therein lies the eternal order of his existence"
So much for his insipid assumptions, let us go to his logic. This is because Logic is a science of thought. And as Adam Smith, the father of economics would have it, "science is the great antidote for the poison of enthusiasm and superstition". Let us deconstruct this sentence, its logic and its context a little, to unveil the emptiness and insipid nature of this untruth in its entirety.
In logic, generalizations are fallacies. On this count, the above sentence falls flat on its face. Olisa lays claims to a scholarship unparalleled by mortals, yet this escapes his grasp and knowledge. On another point, sophistication for this guy only embosoms Eurocentric ideals. This is why he was so very ready to mutilate historical and sociological facts to suit his misconception. He said earlier: one wonders, if the lack of political consensus building amongst Ndigbo be traced back to poor, pre-colonial political development of statehood among Ndigbo (Ibid, P.6, Par 6, line 1) In refuting this uneducated stance, I will refer you to the simplest and best novel to come out of Africa; Things Fall Apart, written by an Onye Igbo, Chinua Achebe, about his milieu, his land and his clime. That short expose never showed that Ndigbo had a poor political structure. These people were egalitarian democrats, when civilizations like the Roman and other civilizations slumbered in primitivity. Thurston Shaw’s discoveries may help your ignorance here. The British colonialists were blinded by their own monarchical monstrosity as to appreciate the egalitarian system obtainable in Igbo land; hence their appointment of those at the fringe and periphery of the Igbo society as warrant chiefs, to sustain their exploitation. Visit Kenneth Dike and Felicia Ekejiuba’s Work, “The Aro of South-Eastern Nigeria 1650-1980” for more information. If you then labelled the kind of government so beautifully described in Achebe’s, Isichei’s, Parrinder’s, G.T Basden’s and other works as immature and unsophisticated, two things are suggested here:
a. It is either that you are an intellectually dishonest person, who can suppress facts to suit your cobwebs of fiction, or
b. That you are intellectually challenged as to understand and appreciate the factual submissions of these authorities.
Let’s go on to make incisions at your fabrications with the scalpels of objective inquiry. My joy has always remained that the tribunals of history will always summarize your pejoratively opinionated submissions for what they are; namely a feeble shot at cheap popularity. I have always admired people who performed than pontificated. I am simply disgusted and appalled by the artifice and flummery that surrounds the irreconcilable myths that Osita Olisa spins with incredible punctuality. More examples await your patient review of the evidence we are adducing.
He started patronizing my background and cultivation as an Ex-Bigardian. He failed to realise that that was a very beautiful but unfortunate pedestal, upon which to refute an idea or an opinion. I doubt if Osita is unaware of this. But a recalcitrant proclivity to shrink and shirk from the truth predisposes one to attack personalities, statuses, etc. instead of the ideas, presented for refutation. Olisa’s promptitude in attacking personalities is phenomenal; most especially when his assumptions are severed from facts. And he is so quick and adept at bludgeoning words out of context, and to death; raping innocent meanings in order to impregnate them with bastardized conceptions of some crooked ratiocinative faculty. Some little examples would suffice to bring home this point:
1. In reference to Ojukwu in one of his essays, he wrote inter alia: This interview exposes the thought processes of Odumegwu Ojukwu as irredeemable irredentist of our generation. This shows clearly and amplifies how medieval and obsolete in mind-set and intellectual grounding our war-lord Ojukwu is. What a shame and mind-bungling that a man with Oxford degree in history is so way off disconnected from advancements and developments in science and technology. It is beyond pale and unimaginable that at this time and age, people like thoughtless and tactless Ojukwu, are still holding true to the theory of Lamarkianism. ( Op. Cit. P.2)
Ojukwu is thoughtless and tactless. But the above outbursts show how thoughtful and tactful, that our author, Olisa Osita is. Let logic and reason be the judge. He was not finished yet. In the very next paragraph, he continued his ranting. Read for yourself:
2. We have always known that when you painstakingly evaluate the driving force or forces behind cancerous irredentists and arch tribalists like Ojukwu, what you come up with is crass ignorance and fretted conceits. If Ojukwu has the intelligence and required depth to comprehend superlative, scholarly works in depth psychology and science, I will recommend him to read the following…( Ibid)
The above to my mind, portrays a neurotically unbalanced person, who needs some psychological help. Judging someone as possessed of convoluted ignorance presupposes a higher credential for the judge. I am yet to see Osita’s name anywhere or in any circle that fetes genius. The name osita has not attracted the attention of history in any ramification of human endeavour. The intelligence and genius he claims monopoly has not succeeded in launching him to prominence anywhere, save as a disgruntled sniper at some men, who had beheld history eye balls to eye balls, and had written their names in unforgettable strokes across history’s face. The conceit that he projects unto Ojukwu oozes out of the above lines. This is a conceited person, who, imprisoned in his little, dark cave of meaninglessness and insignificance, snipes at a man who appears a cheap game for him, because he is hiding under a pseudonym behind a keyboard. An analysis of Olisa Osita’s conceit would be apposite here. In the first line of No.2 above, he called Ojukwu unprintable names: cancerous, irredentist, arch-tribalist, etc. In the second line, he passed a judgement on him which is prejudicial in the extreme. He accused Ojukwu of suffering from: crass ignorance, fretted conceits and lacking in depth as to comprehend scholarly works.
The above judgement may be passed on a person, I agree. But this must be after some controlled clinical tests and observations by the appropriate authorities in that regard. This, one must realise is a kind of judgement that should be the exclusive preserve of an impartial panel or jury of psychoanalysts and behavioural scientists. But Olisa Osita usurped the preserve of a panel; dressed himself in the borrowed robes of authority; crowned himself with Solomonic wisdom that even Solomon would not recognise; and then proceeded to pass not only judgement, but a condemnation on a man before whom his insignificance is superlative; a man as he has proved, whose intelligence and personality dwarfs that of Olisa, both in height and depth. Listen to him in his bloated self-importance: If Ojukwu has the intelligence and required depth to comprehend superlative, scholarly works in depth psychology and science, I will recommend him to read the following…
“I will recommend him…” Is this not one crowning himself with arrogance? Osita assumed a monopoly of a wisdom that is very much beyond mere mortals, save him. Yet, logical minds kept to be treated to this kind of trash in many of his subsequent writings, with only a few seeing through the smokescreen of his conceits. The question can then be asked: Who is Osita Olisa as to recommend reading materials and what should constitute an intellectual menu for Ojukwu? What authority does he command save that of ignorance and tactlessness? One can see that this guy writes with such a certainty, which only profound ignorance and unparalleled prejudice, can breed.
His unwarranted attacks on personalities give his reader an insight into the insecurity and paranoia that envelopes his consciousness. His neotony and fixation at an infantile level of psychosexual development is well attested to by his avid propensity to hurl unprintables at Ojukwu from the pit of anonymity which the internet represents. The internet in its anonymous majesty unwittingly tempts the weak-minded to abrogate responsibility in their utterance which otherwise would have been impossible.
In his article titled “Ndigbo, Victimhood and Political Nihilism” published by Gamji.com, one could see a calculated attempt to confuse with a kind of verbal superlatives that are sincerely meaningless in their construction. In trying to establish what I would refer to as a metaphysic for his submission, he stated as follows “The psychological and spiritual well being of Ndigbo in contemporary Nigeria is in total conflict with the reality of their existence. Philosophically speaking, an average Igbo person lives in constant ignorance of his or her future, thrown into finite existence by dread invincible and invisible forces. An existence filled with ennui and meaninglessness, caged around and bounded at every inch of the periphery by overwhelming nothingness” (The Cited work P.1)
The day I saw this corrugated maze of garbage, I thanked God that the metaphysical anthropology of Heidegger, the Idealism of Hegel, Kant’s systemic philosophizing, Hurssel’s phenomenology and the nihilism of Nietzsche were all parts of my undergraduate “studiorum schemata”. Otherwise, I would have been sold on this guy’s impious cant. Let me give you a simple analysis of the following in order to prove to you that whoever taught this guy philosophy is the most crooked of minds, in which philosophy is nothing but a foreigner. First and foremost, he delved into an area that he is notoriously ill equipped to handle and sat to speak ex cathedra therein. The issue of spiritual well being of Ndigbo being in total conflict with the reality of their existence is erected on the presupposition that there exists a group or race of men, in whom the obverse obtain; a race in which their spiritual life concurs and agrees with the reality of their existence. This concordance between spiritual disposition and the reality is the stuff of paradise, while the disagreement between the two has been an ontological constituent of finite existence. Olisa Osita should tell us person in whom both realities are in agreement; so that we would all migrate to their quarter of the globe because, that is paradise. The philosopher in Olisa displayed a stupendous ignorance of the difference between the epistemological realities of time and eternity, finitude and infinity. Mixing up both opposing realities in order to sound philosophical is to all intents and purposes, a crime against philosophy. He could have been forgiven save for the fact that he lay claims to facilities he lacks. Continuing in that same sentence, he stated that “an average Igbo person lives in constant ignorance of his or her future, thrown into finite existence by dreadful invincible and invisible forces”. My dear reader, Let us look at this critically: Olisa failed to get us in on any member of the human race, who lives in constant knowledge of his future. Any man claiming that he does is either a god or liar. Americans and Europeans today are ignorant of where they would meet death by a terrorist bomb, whether in the streets as the go to work; whether in their bedrooms as they lie in sleep, etc. No one knows the way, the place, the date and exact time he would meet whatever fate holds in stock for him. That is the human predicament, which solution, no man is privy to. But our Olisa has claimed privy of a reality that even the angels of heaven are ignorant of, using it as a presupposition or ideological foundation for launching his tirade on Ndigbo. When he claimed that we were thrown into finite existence by dreadful qualified forces, one really begins to see the thread of madness running through this mind. Man according to Martin Heidegger was “thrown” into existence, he neither solicited nor planned. This thrownness (Gerworfenheit) was the lot of all men. Not some select assemblage of men. On this “thrownness” is predicated human finitude, death which is ones “own most” possibility, and all the uncertainties which being human entails. We were never privies to our making or arrival on earth. We simply woke up from the slumbers of existential un-awareness and cloud of unknowing, to see ourselves here. The forces that made us, we never knew and can never know with the kind of absolute certainty that Olisa throws around; as to know their invincibility and invisibility. Our parents are the only portals through which we came to realisation, in a human society that was populated before our arrival. We can never trace our origin to an infinite regress. So our parents will always see their parents as their source until we can no longer go back in time, consequent on the incapacity which finitude ontologically placed on us. So when Olisa got up to name the special force that made Ndigbo and moulded them into a race of schizophrenics, with all the features he listed in that first paragraph of that convulsive piece, one could then see the schizophrenia running through his mind being given a projectional trajectory, as he tries to take it out on a people. A further look at his fulmination would reveal the fact that this guy's articles are simply a trove of details about the secrets of his neurosis. His mutilation of facts is a declaration of war on history itself. He fabricates history to constitute a politics of hatred and untruth. He referred to Biafra as a "stillborn republic", with the gusto of an apostle of hate and postures himself as a spineless conquistador, who was gratefully alive and still in the grip of fearful apprehensions, consequent on the bravery and unconquerable spirits of his opponents. His historical distortions flew over the facts, that "though the fight to realise Biafra may have ended in defeat at the first instance, that Biafra was not born in 1967, as a map of Africa in A.D 1590 showed the Igbo culture area under the name "Biafra" He forgot that his hatred of Ojukwu and the Igbo heritage is a consuming passion, which will ultimately reduce his fevered imagination to cinders. His confusion then becomes understandable; as ancient Jewish wisdom teaches that "nothing confuses one's thinking more than being in the grip of two powerful emotions, love and hate" This guy is a mobile confusion vehicle and an accident looking for where to occur.
He fell for one of the categorical blunders of illogics, when he stated that "Ndigbo are caged around and bounded at every inch of the periphery by overwhelming nothingness" Laughing out loud is allowed as I know you must be doing now. I cannot make a single sense out of this sentence or the ones before or after it. But since I owe him the charity of submitting the reasons for my hard stance on his fluid generosity to lie for effect, I will analyse this as well. I am using philosophical prisms to do that, because he pleaded the defence of philosophy in hoisting this crap in the first place. I am then going to make you realise how philosophy disowned this iniquitous rape of its noble provisions. 1. "Overwhelming" was used by him as an adjective to qualify the noun "Nothingness". If not for effect, this is a philosophical tautology, because nothingness is overwhelming. No man has been able to construct nothingness. Our logical attempts at this from Heidegger to Ludwig Wittgenstein have always ended in a crazy-circle run around with words. This is because of its impenetrable nature. Visualizing nothingness is a metaphysical impossibility. I dare Olisa to give us an analysis of what he means by these terms. This tendency to cite non-existing authority to overawe the unsuspecting into not paying attention as one lies one's way through, has been the trademark of demagogues. Intelligent men have always seen through such scams. It equally betrays a fixation at a neotonic level of psychosexual development and an irrevocable irreconciliation between one's ego and his abilities. This is a situation, where one feels competent when his incompetence is public knowledge. This can be gleaned in children learning to take up self-assertive tasks.
On his facts, Olisa has proved himself the most flagrant mutilator of history. The line between the creations of his fertile imagination and facts as they are is dangerously blurred. He inferred that the exasperation of Ndigbo with the Nigerian project was born by Biafra, and that Biafra was an exercise in shamefulness. He posited that Ndigbo are battling with the split whether they are Nigerians or whether they are Ndigbo. Well, the circumstances of Nigeria make it imperative for only an idiot to be detribalized. We are Ndigbo and we have never hung our head in shame anywhere. We were the only people that believed in Nigeria, when others saw it as a mere geographical expression. Zik was preaching one Nigeria which he so much believed in, while Awolowo was cornering every advantage for his tribesmen. Ironsi was busy trying to placate the North, while Gowon and Murtala were concluding their plans to secede from Nigeria. When Ndigbo were then killed in droves in the North as cheap game for the Northern extremists, Olisa did not see it as a violation of our right to be Nigerians. The only reason why an international conspiracy hatched during the Biafra War, which has remained unparalleled in world history since after the World War II, was the same colonial mentality which saw Ndigbo as the only credible bastion unfettered by tribal autocratic structures, which would launch the Black race to stardom. The British during their sojourn in Nigeria had only Ndigbo to contend with throughout their stay here. Aba women's riot in 1929 was in the Igbo heartland. The Shooting of the Enugu coal miners in 1949 was in the Igbo capital. Despite the Igbo hot spots, every other part of Nigeria slumbered in acquiescence. So if rebelling against an architecture of hatred, crafted by the British against Ndigbo, actively implemented by the Hausa-Fulani and Yoruba Oligarchies is what Olisa identifies as a double consciousness, then, it is either that Olisa does not understand English language or that he is a certifiable ignoramus in relation to Nigeria's history. More so, any inference that Ndigbo possess a split in their personalities is the greatest presumption of the century, which most unfortunately does not enjoy admittance in the halls of scholarship. Our Solomonic Olisa failed to realise that "every civilization has a hidden code- a set of rules as principles that runs through all its activities like a repeated design" So if Ndigbo reject the geopolitical cannibalism meted out on them in Nigeria, they are not doing so as a result of a sudden realization. It is etched in the cultural blueprint as the only egalitarian patrilineal society in Nigeria, not to march under any autocratic banners. Hear Dr. James Africanus Horton, an Igbo recaptive in Sierra Leone and the first Black medical doctor, on his description of Ndigbo: The Igbo cannot be driven to an act, but with kindness they could be made to do anything, even to deny themselves of their comforts. They would not as a rule allow anyone to act the superior over them, nor sway their conscience, by coercion, to the performance of any act, whether good or bad, when they have not the inclination to do so
So, much for that tangent.
His citation of Blasé Paschal the French mathematician and Carl Gustav Jung in his conclusions to that first paragraph are as bizarre as the word bizarre. He could not give a footnote to this citation because he was quoting these guys out of contest. He should have let us in on his source for us to judge his presentations accurately. This is suppression of facts, and which in a court of law tantamount to obstruction of justice. In intellectual discourse, it is no less a crime. This shows you the mind set of this rabble-rouser who is simply out not to inform or present valid, reasoned submissions, to project his victimhood and slavery to falsehood.
In the second page of this voluminous diatribe, he stated that the concept of marginalization was invented by Ndigbo for their own purpose. I wish to quote him in full before vivisecting it. marginalization was a creative word brought to the fore of the Nigerian consciousness and geopolitcs by the creative ingenuity of Ndigbo political class. It is an embodiment of ever increasing, condensed catalogue of laundry lists, showcasing both imagined and real instances, predicated on how unjustifiably, Ndigbo were or are being mistreated either as second class citizens or outright exclusion from participation in Nigeria geo-politics, including economic distribution of resources, wealth and infrastructures. This well knit conjectures and prefabricated proforma, has taken roots in Ndigbo consciousness, and has acquired colossal strength and weight to such a ridiculous extent. (Olisa Osita, Op.Cit. P.2)
The above I have come to see is the thin line between a congenital liar and a moral degenerate. Let us start from a point. When Ndigbo raised alarm over the dereliction and neglect of federal roads in their own region, Olisa labelled it a well knit conjecture, until the Minister for works under OBJ truly confirmed what Ndigbo had been saying all this while. That is but an instance. I will refer you to the 10th Chapter of my upcoming book, "The Tragedy of a Tribe" to acquaint yourself of what marginalization is. I hope to publish excerpts of that particular chapter for your consumption.
Another very interesting thing to note is the anachronistic bent of the scaffolds he employs in erecting his arguments. He made a sweeping reference to evolution as a certain explanation of the process of life as we know it, "when sea animals were forced to become land animals". This theory which unfortunately has been so radically bashed and discredited that many European countries are pulling it off their school textbooks, is still seen as a refugee and strength by our Solomon, all in his bid to hoist an untenable theory with an Igbophobic bent. I can now ask him to go back to school and update his knowledge. I can equally in the same vein ask him to go back to his history text books, and employ the "objectivity" criteria, if there exists anything like in its crystalline purity, which is all that William of Ockham's razor is all about, or like Ludwig Wittgenstein would admonish, if he does not know what to say, he should do himself and the world a favour by shutting up.
On Ndigbo and History, Osita, attempted a dictionary-aided definition of "republican" as applied to Ndigbo. He attempts an etymology of it. That was impressive, but short on substance. He stated that he has not seen how this ties with the ancient and contemporary history of Ndigbo. This betrays him, when he claims to be Onye Igbo as well as when he claims a universal knowledge of all things. Osita's meaning of republic and republican has to do according to him, with the two key words: "common and public", which he literarily stretched further to mean: "governance as the concern of all the people".
In the world of scholarship, facts are paid more reverence in relation to their age. Olauda Equiano in his "The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olauda Equiano“ showed the Igbo republican spirit and circumstance in the following words which are not far from Olisa's derived meaning. Hear him: "We are all habituated to labour from our earliest years. Everyone contributes something to the COMMON stock, and as we are unacquainted with idleness we have no BEGGARS" This is just one among so many scholarly works that would help your ignorance here. Since you are in the habit of recommending books to people to read, I will take the liberty of recommending simple works for you, since your incomprehension here pays tribute to a challenged intelligence. I hope you would not mind reading Achebe's timeless pieces, Read Afigbo's works again, Try Basden and Parrinder, try Elizabeth Isichei's prolific work on Ndigbo, try also contemporary research on Ndigbo littered across so many faculties of world universities. They would do your ignorance a lot of good. There you will see that our republican government and cultural structure was based on reason like you rightly stated. We never had a government in Ani-Igbo that aped the hereditary succession and feudal monstrosities that obtained in so many other lands.
Before I let you garrulous indiscretions rest in the trash can were they rightly belong, let me put pay to your theoretical insinuations that had no basis in fact. When you state that societies evolved from one governed by imagination, superstition and custom to one governed by rational understanding (
Olisa, Op.cit. p.6). This can well pass for an academic theorizing. Even in modern democracies, political motives that defy logic and reason still rule decisions over and above rational reasoned thought. (You can see Joseph Stiglitz's Globalization and its Discontents, published in 2002 by penguin books) There was never a time in history when imagination was the sole determinant of the social responses or behaviour of peoples. Man has always deployed the networking and interaction of all his faculties to bear on his existence since the dawn of history. So for your information, theoretical constructs, like "the state of nature" etc., never enjoyed substantial existence anywhere. To use that as a credible platform to describe a people is to my mind, an extrapolation of theoretics into concrete circumstances, which in so many instances are presumptions carried too far. I can now understand why you are in the clouds of unknowing, when you in the sociology laboratories manipulating theories that you wished were right. Olisa Nwoke m, Is this not an indulgence of your infantile needs?
On your False Jewish templates, you stated that Ndigbo believed themselves to be Jewish, well Nwoga summarized it all in citation that I gave you above. Over and above your stereotypical constructions, does it not tantamount to fraud, to label something untrue because you cannot prove it immediately. Does it ever occur to you that Einstein postulations of the impossibility of measuring the velocity and exact positioning of an atom, in a subatomic universe, at the same time, had to wait till 1982, when Dr. Aspect proved it with his experiments? In 1789, Olauda Equiano stated as follows in the work already cited „we practised circumcision like the Jews, and made offerings and feast on that occasion in the same manner as they did". That was not all. In 1920, G.T Baden, a British missionary, wrote in his journal which eventually translated into the book, "Among the Niger Igbos" after a careful study of the Igbo sacrificial patterns, names and sounds of their vowels that Ndigbo have a relationship to the Jews . This is not all, my studies in Hebrew language unveiled to me a great appreciation of the similarities between Igbo language and the Hebrew language, more than any other language in the Congo basin.
Preliminary Conclusion
The facts from this little expose on the greatest fraud been peddled on the internet today by Olisa Osita and people of his ilk, is just the first salvo in what will run for some time. The internet provided them with a more affluent circumstance for purveying their crafts of inane and obscene mutilations of facts to suit their unfounded opinions. This free-trade of information provided by the internet has a necessary dark side, which conduces equally to the marketability of tall fictions dressed in the robes of facts. I took on Olisa Osita on the simple reason that this guy made so many itinerations on some internet forums plying his craft of deception in a syndicated network and crosspollination of sub-standard lies. I took him up because I am an arch opponent of any body who lies about facts without undue inconvenience. In Olisa Osita, I saw a prodigy in cant that baffles description. His series of articles posted on Gamji.com and other internet forums were designed like a multiple stage, long range missiles, armed with a nuclear payload of unconventional falsehood. The structured anarchy of his thoughts becomes self-evident in his curses and avid propensity to employ swear terms and other vulgar contrivances. His conclusions reached with an amazing sidestepping of facts are simply attempts at political grandstanding; all in line with political correctness. I must admit that this guy has a creative ability to invent events or rather to withdraw from deposits of ignorance, conclusions that never existed as facts. Just like a cancerous cell creates its own blood vessel, he spins conjectures into facts, as he picks his facts to suit his prejudices, inventing others where none existed and stretching evidence to justify frivolous lies. This guy adds legendary condiment of opportunistic spin masters to his deceptive broth. And no man worth his salt will allow such kindergarten opportunism to go unanswered. This is simply the first bullet. The war has started.
Emmanuel Franklyne Ogbunwezeh can be reached at ogbunwezeh@nigeriavillagesquare.com
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Posted by Robot| 12.11.2005 14:09