Rejoice not, O thou barren

THIS column goes to bed on Fridays, so this piece predated yesterday’s presidential and National Assembly elections, which outcomes, must by now, be torching nerves and getting wine glasses careening from wine shelves in celebration of an exercise that would be hocus pocus in content, context and form, if the victory is merely for power and its aphrodisiac.

My pessimism of the outcomes, whether a Muhammadu Buhari or an Abubakar Atiku presidency, has nothing to do with the fairness or credibility of the poll. While faithful of each presidency since 1999 would want to hang the best-for-the-job on their respective idols, particularly the incumbent, with Donald Trump’s kind of base, can anyone in good conscience distinguish between then and now, without playing around the blurred boundaries for too significant a time?

For the sake of the winners at the poll, their “moment” should have required one playing the troubadour today, until the whisky hangover would thaw, but micro-managing the truth, with a man just a year shy of 60, is a sin against oneself, whether the fellow is a relation or not. Of course, the fellow here, Nigeria, is motherlan’ and the Word of God says in Psalm 122:6 that those who love Jerusalem (Nigeria), shall prosper; underlying that love, is speaking absolute truth to the past, present and the future of this nation.

With eyes on a desired future for the country and her people, I was absolutely certain the voting-age in my household and I would vote in yesterday’s poll, trusting God we would be sowing for a tomorrow this nation deserves. Who says Nigeria must end a failed state because some alcohol-egging woman got an intoxicating spirit and christened a baby, that with a benefit of hindsight, should have stayed longer in the crucible of the foster parents who accidentally sired it. The original owners now have the then-baby as a doddering adult and for everyone posturing that the current care the nation is getting, should be the best available, is an attestation that the nation has more concern to contend with, than assumed.

If the current template of governance subsists for the next four years, it would mean two decades and four years of experiment without a sustainable formula, to drive the right cure for the prognosis. That is what the Next Level victory might likely deliver.

And an Atikulated victory? The song sounded sonorous during the campaign but the danger of musical noise is the usual difficulty of separating the right notes and keys from empty boisterous emission. However, I agree with the PDP man on one note, things can’t and should not continue this way, but the desired detour must be well-thought and come out with absolute clear-headedness when the eyes are no longer red, either from revelry or regrets.

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Except God comes through for the nation again, today might not witness the kind of Super Sunday miracle experienced exactly four year back and for the while that the debilitatingly-compromised judiciary would try to play the arbiter no one, including those it would obviously side with at the end of the day, believes in, those who think beyond the election cycle, should gear up for the battle to save the tomorrow of this nation, by wrestling the process from the political class and give hope to those who believe all isn’t lost yet.

A movement should be built around salvaging what is left of today and those enamoured of positive posterity should not wait for whoever is deemed the winner of an already hugely-flawed poll before its conduct, to begin another round of policy rigmaroling, before taking the initiatives away from those who are afraid of doing the right thing that may prove them wrong at the end.

The argument that the incumbent is waiting for the second term to do great, is bunkum. The political class won’t transmogrify into something or anything desirable and its jaws are so enormous now that elements with scruples who go as far as the periphery, are suddenly swallowed into its ocean of immorality. That is why Tradermoni is bringing more of stench than scent today, despite that a clean heart might actually be disbursing the dirty dough. For those pouring champagne today, without a genuine thought for tomorrow, they are not better than the barren, but unlike their counterparts in Isaiah 54:1, they should not break forth into singing yet. The victory might just be the beginning of the end.

Danladi Umar’s day

Reports from the CCT showed Danladi Umar had a field day catching his fun at the expense of his newest catch; Nkanu Onnoghen. If I should tell him what the Spirit of the Most High God is saying about the sunny day around him, he would wish his day turn to night quickly. The thing is he won’t believe. So, let Onnoghen continue his sojourn in the wilderness for now and like those 42 kids consumed by she-bears, let Umar continue to mock the baldhead.