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THE YOBO WILL SOON FIND HOME.....

Aftermath of the excruciating defeat at the polls recently for the Kwara PLC during the HoR  bye- election of Isin/Ekiti/Irepodun/Omu-aran Constituency, an experience best described as an unusual loss in a long time political business, it's become expedient for the once- upon -a - time be -all- and -say -all Kwara Lord of the manor to begin stocktaking exercise. Yes.. I just described him as an once -upon-a-time supremo, at least for the present hours, something not hard for even the most impassive foot soldier /slave to understand is that the pendulum could be swinging anytime soon - if it hadn't swung already! If the last year LG elections has bore no political meanings to such incorrigible optimist,  perhaps the recent by- elections should rub that fact in his mind. Well, the popularity, acceptability or credibility of these dealers in power is not in question now. That is something someone famed
Nigeria Jack Bauer or Dr. Jekyll or something would need more than wonder, magic and miracle to get back because he's lost it long ago.
    What calls more for attention at this critical point in time is the unusual, strange, odd and eccentric vivacity, accessibility and availability of the various office holders in the coming weeks. We should really notice how accessible, available, attentive and seemingly responsive they would be. You would see those ones whose legs last touched the family house several months ago become  constant visitors, "checking your well-being ''. We should be wary of the sudden change in characters, attitude and behavior. These are the people I called political yobos that would soon find their way home!
     Onorebu Lagbaja might started filling the road to Mogaji's house and even began fixing water taps and boreholes you had called his attention to almost a year ago. The fund to carry out the project he had earlier wasn't forthwith would become hugely available like some water in the spring well.
      In what's like a dream, Alhaji Lagbaja would also start observing his Jumuah service at the community mosque every week. He would suddenly found his voice congratulating the people of his community even when their goats gave birth and commiserates with them every time not sparing the death of the house rats. Don't be surprised!
   You could see some of them turned time - helper bandying some papers of enpawamenti and quick loans about to garner goodwill. It could even be promises to get your sons admitted into their dream institutions. A certain leader who had forgotten your sons and daughters weren't employed in the last four years would suddenly regained his formatted memory and start shoving some papers around asking them to put their names. Who's fooling who?
        In few days it could be Christmas time even before the actual yuletide seasons roll around. Your ever- busy leaders would come home to celebrate with you, his "people'" They would start sending Greek gifts in the "spirit of celebrations ''. They could visit the chiefs and kings and handsomely make the media richer with patronage during the auspicious time. Such gestures, I tell you, is the proverbial ablution of the cat in readiness to steal the fleshy meat in the pot!
       The government could suddenly remember you hadn't been given an SA in your side. You often complain of bad road too. Your area needed a gutter. They would become "responsive and inclusive ''. They would believe by heeding such calls they could sway your resolved. Should a government be active for just a year in a 4-years tenure?
    OK. Salaries. Oh salaries and arrears payment is a government responsibility. The government would quickly remember and even surprisingly, could pay every outstanding. Don't be deceived. The slave traders has come again!
     After the emphatic statement of rejection and renouncement by the good people of Kwara South in the last Saturday by-elections, the long- time ambassadors of poverty, vanguard of corruption and armies of state neo-colonalism would take the stocks. Upon discovering the depletion and complete extermination of the little respect and dignity left in them in the eyes of the people, rattled, worried and possibly dejected they may be, these hellbent oppressors won't go down without a fight! They would hit the streets bidding for goodwill and respect of the people. It's time to say no more! Kwarans should say no more merchants of Venice and modern day Pharaoh! There's nothing, I am sure, these people wouldn't promise: Life, Heaven, Paradise or anything. Just tell them something, tell them never would you need their promises again!
     The coming weeks would really be comical, I only hope we would just be able to hold our nerves when the political yobo starts finding the routes to their various homes. These acts of political yo-ho-ho has been their stock-in-trade for many years. It's apparent they haven't learnt their lessons yet and still take the masses for granted. If any political office holder thought he could laze about in office for over good three years only to find the routes home few months to the next elections, wouldn't it be befitting to watch some of them display A-class comedy and shameless scenes of parody of futile efforts at redemption ? Definitely! This is definitely the season of politics. In no time watch the political yobo find their ways "home ''.


Ibraheem Abdullateef is a front line Kwara Rebirth Ambassadors and Head, Media/ Publicity for SCCD Kwara State Chapter. He can be reached via email at eggheadibra@gmail.com.

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