In Nigeria, there are three classes of people: The Masses,
The Politicians, and The Rich. The masses are the puppets, the politicians the
hand that controls the puppets and the rich the hand that controls the
politicians. The politicians have the system totally rigged in their favour.
They have made it compulsory for the masses to vote from a list selected by
them knowing that as blind as the masses are, they may never realise they can
actually have a choice.
In the upcoming presidential election, the masses have
been given no choice but to choose between two candidates forced upon them by
the politicians. What if Buhari and Goodluck Jonathan are not exactly what the
masses want? Are we going to have recourse when they fail as they always do, to
honour their promises?
There seems to be a spot in every Nigerian, a soft spot in
our consciousness like the one in a baby’s head, which, if pressed or stroked
in the right way, reduces us to giggling children with mouths full of candy.
That spot is what I call a “Mumu Button.” And any person that finds and presses
that mumu button in Nigerians is on the road to wealth and power. As a youth,
my faith in this nation is disappearing like a fart in a wind storm. I have
seen that even the most intelligent and educated Nigerians, when you press
their mumu button, they turn into docile drooling puppy dogs, panting happily.
Obviously, every politician in this country understands this, but for some
reason, the masses don’t. My mumu button has been pressed many times too, but
unlike many people, mine has become calloused due to misuse and abuse. But
since I realised what the politicians are, they can’t press my mumu button
anymore. I see politicians as conmen, I see them like those Ebonyi State boys
trying to sell fake wrist watches to me in traffic, I see them like pastors.
They are always too eager to sell their plans and schemes, to convince us that
their government will bring “change,” and if we support their candidates, we
will be led out of the darkness into light. And somehow in every election, an
amazing number of us fall for it. We keep buying the scam over and over.
With Buhari and Jonathan, we have again swallowed the same
con hook, line, sinker, rod, reel, creel, boat, motor, and even the river, down
our throats like a starving dog would gulp a piece of rotten meat without
sniffing it first. Why does Buhari want to be president so badly? Who is really
financing Goodluck Jonathan’s N21 billion campaign and at what cost to the
nation if he gets reelected?
When will the masses pull their numbers on the
streets and demand for the simple things of life? Are we ever going to stop
rolling over our backs with our legs wide open like a prostitute waiting for
her customer? With everything we see in the media, to be a successful
politician depends on talk, or more precisely, smooth talk. The masses love
smooth talk. It lulls us into some kind of euphoric state. With smooth talks,
they have convinced most Nigerians that night is day, bad is good, and most
recently, stealing is not the same as corruption.
It saddens me whenever I see a group of people arguing that
Buhari is better suited for the presidency than Goodluck Jonathan or vise
versa. Therein lies the con of all: can’t we see that both candidates are being
financed by the same group of individuals? That’s right, the very same people.
Whoever becomes the president on February 14 is still their choice.
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