How else does one describe a reconciliation conceived in deceit, orchestrated with mischief, and executed for a selfish purpose, when the very purpose it seeks has already collapsed?
The plot is simple and bare: Senator Sunday Karimi must be stopped by all means from returning for a second term as Senator representing Kogi West. Not because he has failed. Not because he has not delivered. But because he must be stopped for a clique’s ambition to thrive.
On the other hand, the Esau extending Jacob’s hand has his own game plan. Seeking shelter under borrowed poles, he parades a jejune reconciliation. He needs Yagba votes desperately, and he knows Senator Karimi holds that electoral capital. So why not deceive the Senator to harvest the much-coveted votes? After all, Kabba/Bunu/Ijumu Federal Constituency and Lokoja/Koto may become an albatross on his neck.
This petit personality thinks everyone in Yagba is a fool. Or rather, he now believes he has become a demigod who must always have his way, after all, he is a billionaire.
But an ambition built on the deprivation of fairness, justice and equity is bound to collapse. Did we not echo it loudly when it was first muted that it was *DEAD ON ARRIVAL?*
Obviously, the recent attempt by certain traditional rulers in Yagba to stitch together the torn cloth between political gladiators is nothing but a political apocalypse that was doomed from the day it was conceived.
As long as our common patrimony is being held hostage by one infamous mind, and those “certain” traditional rulers could not find the courage to invite him, tell him the naked truth, and advise him to release what does not belong to him alone, then any move that exudes selfishness will be haunted by the gods of our fathers and by the crying soul of Iya Agba.
The spirit of Mopamuroism is roaming restlessly over our land. And a fireplace whose one stand has been pulled down must wait to see which pot will sit comfortably on the remaining two stands. Did our forefathers not say, *”Aro meta ki da obe nu”?*
Except we return to the drawing board, do the needful, and recognize Mopamuro as the rightful next to represent us at the Federal House of Representatives in 2027, every backyard negotiation will not stand. It will fall like a pack of cards.
*Eokun oooo, Iyagba Nain!*
Sunday Agiri
