How not to earn fame in a country – Part 3

Akpabio is not wise, not wise/Akpabio is not wise, not wise/Akpabio is not wise, not wise/Akpabio is not smart, not smart/Akpabio is not smart, not smart/Akpabio is not smart, not smart/Akpabio is guilty, guilty/Akpabio is guilty, guilty/Akpabio is guilty, guilty/Akpabio is guilty, guilty/Akpabio is not innocent, not innocent/Akpabio is not innocent, not innocent/Akpabio is not innocent, not innocent
Akpabio, the vindictive Akpabio, is not innocent, not innocent.

Now I am trying to end as I began. Indeed, when the gleaner began this subject three Fridays ago, he began with this simple poetry, this song, this poetic construction uttered by different persons, sundry folks, I encountered in beer parlours and mama-put joints. As he said then he only visited these places to gauge their moods and to find out what they knew (and know) or did not know about our politics and events and the famed personages running the show and show as protagonists or antagonists

The gleaner was downright plain in his conversations with them. He did not disclose his identity as he was not in any way dogmatic or disconnected or obscurely obscure when he engaged them in ‘arguments’ or when he put questions to them as a fellow folk of a shared experience or pain burning everyone minus the famed protagonists and fellow-wayfarers and cohorts.

The Natasha-Akpabio or, better, the Akpabio-Natasha tug-of-crisis did not leave the lips of the gleaner and those of his newly met ‘friends’ who were artists of sorts. Interestingly, they improvised, so to say, the poetry/song which the gleaner quoted as an epigraph, a kind of epigraph, I must intimate, to his tale. When he quoted it at the time he did he deliberately omitted the additions which now appear in this exoteric text now concluding the treatise.
Of course, he chided them for their composition and particularly for their musical “guilty” and “not innocent” rendition and its poetics, that is, their song of guilt conveyed with open reference to our famed Senate President. The more the gleaner protested the more they rendered their composition. Yes, they averred, the man denied the allegation against him. But he was/is not willing or ready to prove his denial as Natasha was/is willing to prove her allegation against him. It was a spectacle to behold, and which I will always remember: their rendition of their perception and the composition that went with it.
Why did this become their perception of His Excellency Godswill Akpabio? Their verdict, rightly or wrongly, was not really by choice but it was inspired by the Senate President’s method which has since assumed what we may call his systematic style or method to be a super judge and decider of the case against him in his own court! The more than numerous men and women I conversed with questioned his ethics and politics whose goal is in the orbit or realm of famous un-famous men whose human action goes against the grain of productive power.

What would the Senate President lose by temporarily standing down in order for the allegation against him to be investigated? Or is he not innocent? Or is he guilty? By seemingly asking or encouraging his epigones in the senate or outside the senate to do to Senator Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan what they have done and are still doing to her does not do His Excellency the Senate President any good. The whole process so far has dis-embellished his beautiful reputation and dis-famed his famed fame.

The whole process so far has also doomed whatever good feelings many members of the public had for him and his epigones and sycophants all because of the card they are playing. What script is the Senate President trying to author and inscribe? What is he hiding or trying to hide? The watchers and spectators of what is going on in the Senate are already exhausted. The consensus as we have gleaned from the composers of the poeticised song and other persons is that Mr Senate President and his worshippers have fallen into a frenzy of misapplied or misused power.

People who are right in their human actions are never afraid to die for them if there is the need for them to do so. And if they are leaders, political leaders in particular, they should go the whole distance; they should do so thoroughly and unreservedly. This is one meaning of how to earn a solid reputation and how to earn fame in a country, in a good country.

I believe that Mr Lucas Aghedo, a reader of this column and a watcher and a spectator of events in the Senate and the country generally, whom I quoted last Friday, wanted His Excellency to put his fame and reputation to test – hence he invited him to Benin City to take an oath of innocence and of truth. What his invitation implies is that Lucas Aghedo has no faith in the Senate’s Ethics Committee in the same way that he has lost faith in our courts. No justice will be served in those places where everybody has a price. The power of perception has diminished our once powerful institutions. Their powers are now limited to greed and iniquitous iniquities.

My final advice to Senate President Godswill Akpabio is this: It is not too late to settle your differences with your family friends – the Uduaghans. I have gone out of my way to un-earth things which I don’t wish to grip our imaginations. But let me volunteer this information: The bewitching Natasha is a child of destiny.

The bewitching Natasha is a daughter of destiny. The bewitching Natasha is a wife of destiny. Now let me quote a tiny bit of words my friend Professor Ibrahim Bello-Kano sent me on reading my Natasha treatise four Fridays ago: “I hate Akpabio but also find Natasha too flamboyant and had little Nicomachian wisdom. I did not disagree with you. I thought also that you really hit the nail on the head – that is, right into the wood.

I suspect also that you secretly fancy Natasha.” Professor Ibrahim Bello-Kano is absolutely right. I fancy Natasha but not from the perspective of “Freudian sexual unconscious.” This was in no way why I wrote my “beautifully seductive prose” to embellish the bewitching bewitcher. Now IBK should know one bit of my pertinent reason which our restless Godswill Akpabio (and the others) should not shrink from knowing. Natasha has the futurity of real fame, a well earned fame.

She is destined to be the first female President of Nigeria – your country, her country, my country, our country. Mrs Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan is the wife and Confluence lady of destiny. She makes the impossible possible. I won’t say more than this until I place my findings and discovery sublime before Sehaji Jacob Oshodi and the other Top-Hierarchy Spiritual Masters of Merit.

Shrink from the very thought of this spiritual uttering at your peril, oh you all Natasha’s antagonists! You better believe this uttering. Bury your lies and lies. Bury your emotions and emotions. Bury your blackmails and blackmails. Bury your plots and plots. Bury your politics and politics of rottenness. In the long run they shall and will come to naught. The first female President of Nigeria shall emerge and is emerging.
Concluded.
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