Daddy PYO, It’s well

WHEN Evangelist Bayo Adegboyega, the Ogun-born legendary gospel minister, died on 7th April, 2008 at a relative young age of 52, he was too broke to seek medical help for the complications from diabetes, troubling his body and Nigeria was already on the descent, to offer any serious home-brewed medical succor for the icon. Leaders in Nigeria are not just starting out being unresponsive with PMB/PYO regime. The street, will say, e don tay, but even that usually-boisterous corner of humanity, with all its warts, has been tempered by the unusual times and seasons, we live through. Once in a while, when I peep at the Never-Trump and Brexit fiasco in US and UK, I just glorify the name of the Almighty God. His Word is forever true and eternal.

Back home, we are also rolling through the interesting but troubling times. PMB is grappling with international ridicule of rumble and jumble media session. Something has always been infernal about climate change, since the dubious campaign started. I remember when all computers were expected to crash on January 1, 2000, because of the so-called millennial bug. Technology con-men from the West and Europe jarred the binding nerve of the world to make a bounty of their new computer chips then. After ripping the world off, the noise turned a fluke. The world was conned.

The precursor, HIV/AIDS, was to be the Armageddon by the projection of crooked drug makers and dealers, from the same West and Europe. In the 80s through 90s, they bogged the world down. Today, their joker is no longer an ace, though Gibbers is for zipping-up and staying responsibly-married.

Their nonsense anti-climax climate campaign is not only hypocritical, but forcing children barely out of diapers into the street to protest what they barely understood is Europe’s attempt at indoctrinating the rest of the world, through what I take to be cradle-blackmail. Genuine scientists have said the world is not about being incinerated. Why the political noise.

Blackmailing the rest of the world, won’t work and God has raised a Donald Trump with a sledge-hammer to scatter their half-truths. PMB now knows better. What is hellish about climate change is the hypocrisy of those packaging the yarn. Hope the president gets out and recovers fast from the internet stewing, Tolu Ogunlesi’s climatic and dramatic oversabi landed him.

That is the same wish for PYO. Today, comforting words aren’t just in surplus around here, to splash on the grieving VP. He knows Timi Frank and Katch Ononuju aren’t the enemies. But firing at them and Vanguard media is a good military strategy of locating the real enemies and issuing warning of capable biceps. After more than four years of relating, PYO, by now, is expected to know enough of the frenemies around and their capacity for politics of mischief to take them on. The battle ahead is his to win.

As I intercede in the silence of my heart that all cups will pass, there is a particularly Adegboyega’s line I’m led to share with our father-in-the-Lord in power Villa. The song title, “Atayero” became the late evangelist’s identity; “Ka to gegi ninu igbo, se boye kaforo rora eni, a ni kato domo eye loro, a ba fi danra wa wo, to ba lo je iwo na nko ni, se iwo le gba ni mo so, kan ma foro e welo kiri, kan da yepe moyo fun o, a ni kato domo eye loro, se bo ye ka foro rora eni, (do unto others as you want done to you).

If Pastor Oluyemi Oluleke Osinbajo ever got to read this, can he just reflect on his public emission of recent, regarding certain former public officials and alleged corruption for take-aways to guide his future engagements?

BMO: Watery poo in my hood

Buhari Media Organisation called in last Tuesday. It wasn’t just a random fellow, the responder was a good friend from Uni. It also turned out that another classmate from OAU sits pretty (and she was a beholden beauty then) on the same platform. How do you untangle such a naughty situation? Well, BMO explained its opposition to invited-but-unwelcomed guests at “their” brunch. The issue is with attacks on the leadership of the administration (meaning President Buhari I guess). The operators aren’t bothered with disagreement on policy issues. To them, you can’t abuse a man openly and creep in to share his warmth. If you disagree with leadership, my long-lost-now-found friend explained, it would be difficult to share its value and ideas. Accommodating such fellows, BMO argues, is torching the roof and downing sedative. Ko le werk, (my playfulness, please) according to my friend.

Well, I have a divergently-complementary opinion of his position. Yoruba will say, eni se ohun to dun ni leni, o le se ohun to ma dun moni lola (Life rotates, men change. A hurtful fellow today, can gladden tomorrow). If el-Rufai, who on record, used abusive words regarding Buhari’s neck in his PDP days, could be the president’s enforcer today, and Bola Tinubu who laid into Candidate Buhari of 2007 as a disruptive despot with zero democratic credentials, now accesses Buhari’s Aso Rock inner sanctuary with a tap on the revolving door, or Godswill Akpabio of Goodluck Jonathan’s megaphone days, now sharing raucous laughter with an ailing Buhari in London and now a super-minister, BMO may need more Yoruba admonition to reset its public-duty template, before those my friends think they are fighting for, begin to see them, as mere meddlesome interlopers. But, I must say, it is great reconnecting with old pals, though that won’t stop holding their feet to fire, when it is absolutely necessary. Great Ife, great.