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Friday, 28 July 2006 |
The couriers of death are on the prowl in acrid pursuance of anyone with a megrim, a speck of vagary and a dab of temerity. Those who dare profess a fiber of rectitude; a dram of civility must not partake of the spoils of the contemptible and squalid game of political imprecation and malediction. Its a high-stake enterprise, a verboten jig where unwanted and deviant actors are punished with instant death. There is no recourse, no room for lengthy expediencies, it's death as pronounced by the vagrant jury of bane and ruination. I am talking, of course, of the Nigerian political landscape draped as it is with the willing instruments of quietus. Let us be warned; there is more to come, more high-profiled deaths on the plain, more assassinations, more attempts, more near misses, more mourning awaits the polity as the peripatetic nation shapes up to the epic elections of 2007.
We are used to, or should be to the season of human destruction forerunning any election in Nigeria. This is the norm and the antithesis will indeed be a queer phenomenon that would leave many wondering and asking, What is wrong, no one has been murdered yet? Has any Nigerian witnessed an election in the land that is violence-free? Has any Nigerian witnessed an election where political thuggery is not glorified and revered as the currency of political haggling? How then can we be surprised at the sudden demise of Chief Funso Williams, Lagos State governorship candidate, and the emerging gory tales of the method of extinction? With a government inimical to civility, in a society where the pangs of justice have since been neutralized by the forces of rapacity, there is, regrettably, more to come.
Many have suffered the same humiliation bequeathed Chief Williams in their unflappable wont for a civil society. Their cardinal sin: speaking the truth. But while the Christian holy book assures, and the truth shall set you free, in Nigeria, it shall, without a scrap of dubiety, put one six feet under. And that was Dele Giwas fate when he was blown up into several pieces by a letter bomb on October 19, 1986. And that was Dikibos fate when assailants gunned him down in Delta State. And that was Barnabas and Abigail Igwes fate when assassins finished them off as they journeyed to meet an appointment. And that was Pa Rawanes fate for standing against the tyranny of Abacha. And that was Marshall Harrys fate for exposing the rot in the PDP and its killing machine. And that was Chief James Bola Iges fate for his perceived role in bringing to book dangerous elements of society.
Incapable of arresting the spiraling trend of human degeneration, the Obasanjos government and those before it have since capitulated under the orgy of a topsy-turvy arrangement that is the Nigerian lot. One should note that none of the cowards or their sponsors who planned and carried out these craven and chickenhearted murders has been arrested. And to expect an arrest and conviction in any of these cases will epitomize the vertex of human delusion warranting cerebral scrutiny. On display now, as in all of the above cases, is the usual huffing and puffing of the police authority. Everyone is expressing an outrage, which will soon transmute into a deafening quietness followed by an interminable period of torpor as the case is accorded its final official burial until the next high-profiled murder.
Hear him now, the ascribed vanguard of law and order in the country, the IG of Police, Mr. Sunday Ehindero, as he read from the same overworked script others before him had used when assuring Nigerians in times like this;
the perpetrators of the heinous crime would be found. Indeed, in the same manner those of Dele Giwa, Dikibo, etc, have been found? Short of being the lark and quip of the moment, nothing could be more representative of the ire of Nigerians than the deserved reaction of the supporters and sympathizers of the late politician who showered pure water on the IG and rained abuses on the police force. Of little comfort to the family of the slain politician is the palpable waste of an illustrious life without redress to this truculent bestiality. And herein lies the tragedy of a flunked nation.
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Phil Tam-Al Alalibo writes from Virginia and can be reached at alalibo@gmail.com

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Posted by Robot| 28.07.2006 13:35