But he has a trademark of straight-shooting with his current job. If any government institution is of commendable credibility, it’s Kale’s NBS. The figures that have been roundly appraised as straight, are however, of tragic value. Things are spiraling out of control for the managers of the nation’s economy, and just as in the days of now-grounded former military president, Ibrahim ‘Minna-Boy’ Babangida, it is a miracle that all have not fallen apart, with all vitals blinking red. If Kale’s roll-outs are placed by the side of what the international monitors are rolling-in, the tendency is there to rap the Nigerian administrator of keeping a glove, like an old woman somewhere whose right hand must always be in one, to shake fellow humans. Who wan shake Buckingham landlady sef!
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Regardless, I take Kale over and above those never-wish-well interlopers. And this is no pun. After seeing CNN run completely amok with Trumphobia, I take stuff from the Western world with a pinch. They are all about interests. If naysayers could convince me more, I’m ready to take the route of doubters on HIV/AIDS. I have since established by my own convictions that practically nobody over there, except those reborn by Christ and His love, loves anyone down here, particularly the political class, which is mainly engaged in globalism/nationalism war. Whatever they say about us doesn’t really bother me, like others too, who could see through their stink-pot.
So, I don’t believe we are the headquarters of world poverty, but Kale’s figures are saying we might not be far off from the disheartening milestone, if the rains kept dropping from the same diagonal.
Ok, so how do we crawl out of the hole we drove ourselves? No, President Buhari will not be right blaming anyone again. Even his own, have waka pass that. The president is also not to blame. He has no history of making a pound out of 19 shillings but he was elected. He was expected to give the right people the job, to fix the broken trough he claimed was handed over to him. Because handover notes are not always published, even when sworn enemies are exchanging office baton, what we usually have, are unreliable claims. The political class hunts the same game. As a member, regardless of party affiliation, is exiting with his loot, the in-coming supposed enemy-inheritor is loading with anticipatory asset declaration of what he planned to acquire in office and listing same as already-acquired. Trust the Code of Conduct Bureau, to only act on verifying the claims, after the deed must have been done and the head of the office holder is wanted on the platter for a political cause.
If accountability had been at the heart of the horn-locking between Segun Mimiko and his successor, Rotimi Akeredolu, Ayo Fayose and his successor Kayode Fayemi, why aren’t we hearing anything about those highfalutin campaign corruption broadside again, at least, starting with the publication of the handover notes. I know of none, but there is likely a governance code that forbids such see-through, see-finish probity steps. Or is it a convention, a dogs-don’t-eat-themselves protective robe, which will also be available for the man in office, to walk away shielded, after a looting tenure?
Sifting through our revenue, expenditure, balance and liability books have become so muddled that institutions and their operators can’t even agree on what everyone is owing. Kale’s debt figures are even being disputed. Are documents developing wings? Do we really mean some of the things we do as a people? How can a state not know her exact debt profile even when these loans supposedly went through the so-called due process of many layers like over-mature onions, with some characters signing for them? It took the equally-sleazy federal government working out was what supposed to be a pay-back on the Paris loan deductions from state governments, giving presidents, starting with Obasanjo through Buhari, the leverage to be dashing out unaccounted and undocumented billions, to friendly states, like the largesse Osun got before the governorship election which Buhari’s party still had to steal. And one Kanuri clown called Ibrahim Magu, is still in acrobatic mood, celebrating recoveries. Smh!.
I can’t recollect ever seeing the much-mischievous Vice-President Yemi Osinbajo go beyond the psychedelic during praise and worship at Holy Ghost services on the Redemption Camp. Even at his mum’s birthday, he was still his put-together self. But the economy in his care is in shambles, even by the admission of their own statistician-general and pastor knows too well that any unrighteousness is sin, for him, to try controverting the rightly-guided poor figures from the administration’s backyard. Something however tells me that his recent poor public jokes are a mere facade to conceal the emotional turmoil inside of him. Yoruba will say, “oro to ba koja ekun, erin la fi nri (sheepish smile is always reserved for confounding situations). After the jibe at Senators Dino Melaye and Nurudeen Adeleke at Independence gig over their perceived buffoonery in merry-making, common sense should dictate staying away from any self-deprecating jokes involving clowning around. Osinbajo doesn’t cut the shaku shaku fellow even if Nigeria’s economy overtook China’s, under his watch, but don’t put anything pass politicians in election cycles. The other day, some joked about two lawyers and an illiterate fixing our budget when photos were everywhere, showing Buhari, Osinbajo and Udo Udoma, National Planning minister who publicly accepted not knowing how much the nation owed, practically soaked in papers containing appropriation proposals.
The job appears bigger than those currently doing it and though they are doing something, they are not getting the job done. But if proper assimilation of the current malaise would require some crude interlude, why not? Osinbajo can do shaku shaku, because only a meaningless lyrics and dance steps can appropriately speak to the mood in the land and while at it, he should please get the two cowardly Ekiti bishops an invite. Those cassocks are blowing tardily right now.
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