ORIGINAL LETTER TO GOD

Lord, everybody thinks somebody should do it, but nobody would find anybody

Dear Father:
You know, it is very interesting how the story about my deeply forested village evolves day in and day out. This one that na joke it be serious matter, my bid sister will say. So the grammar will be inside plenty.


But come to think of it Father, I find it quite interesting how my village people, my fellow compatriots as the book people will put it try to shift the responsibility looking for a scapegoat all the time.

You know, it’s like people who always try to blame one or two family members for their current conditions. One would say it’s like the man at the Pool of Bethesda who had been lying there for some good 35 years. When Jesus asked him why he had been there that long, his first excuse was because I have no man to put me there when the Angel stirred the waters.

Now imagine how long he had comforted himself with that excuse probably telling everyone who asks him year in and year on or friends who left him there and come to visit. I believe without doubt and in all sincerity somebody may have helped to take him by the Pool and instead of dragging himself to fall in the pool, he still depended on someone to help him out-This is the story of my village Father.

Tell me more my son!
You see, make no mistake, I am one person who believe that everyman’s destiny is in his hands, regardless because God will not do for you what you should do for yourself. And therefore, I don’t blame anyone for my failure to succeed in life.

In fact, I am one person who believe that if my parents or any family member of mine had helped me to reach high school or finish high school or even stop to junior high, I believe the rest is my responsibility. I don’t blame them for being unable to pay my fees throughout to high school and college if they can’t afford it anymore-that is not an abandonment that is called unable to continue because of circumstances beyond that person’s own control-And that is called life.

Now how does this relate to the story of my village? Don’t get me wrong by privilege I have become a frequent flyer and on these trips it’s very common to be on the same flight with someone from my village. However, there is one topic that keeps resonating on every trip that I have had the privilege to have my fellow compatriots and that subject has to do with our village backwardness. Our village continues to retrogress by the year, at least since December 1989 or some would say since 1980, depending on your knowledge of events.

And this story about our village deteriorating at a high speed into backwardness resonates louder when you are in one of our neighboring villages, for example Charlie Land. Now, don’t get me twisted. Our village have had the good, the bad and the ugly in terms of leadership. But that doesn’t mean all is lost.

I often hear people say “the people don’t care. They just after themselves and look at how this place and that place is. The truth is Father, everybody thinks it’s somebody’s responsibility, so nobody wants to tell anybody that we are all responsible for this village’s backwardness.

When you think that your present situation or condition is not your own making but somebody else’s, you are in for a lot of troubles.
One of my lecturer often say people of this village are always in denial, they never face the reality that one way or the other we have a problem and the best way to first solve any problem is to accept the fact that you have a problem.

No matter how much we criticize past regimes for their failures, we have always been presented with the opportunity to choose new breed of leaders and so there is always an opportunity to continue from where those we considered failed leaders have stop us.

Two things: we either continue to complain about the past and think it’s somebody’s responsibility but nobody wants to admit that anybody can do it, we will remain in this state until Jesus’ return. Or we can stop the complaining and say ok, they failed us but at least they left us with an opportunity to make the difference and when we think like that and stop complaining about the past failures, we can change our story.

Trust me Father, I have not heard or seen anybody who blames everybody or somebody for his or her current predicament have their story change just by that. In fact sooner or later nobody would want to listen to you anymore, they will rather start to blame you for your one failure which is true.

Trust me Father, I believe if we want to see our village progress, each of us should have this consciousness of “what can I do to help change my neighborhood” and if everybody has this kind of mentality rather than thinking it’s somebody’s responsibility, we will be amazed how quickly we will rise to the top and change our village story. To be continued

Lord, the Footballer crying too soon oo (pt2)

Dear Father:
So, as we were talking the other day, it appears like the Footballer is changing gear ooh. Now, instead of calling Town Criers and other people enemies of our village he says, his people should start ignoring them.


But my son that is what he should have done from the beginning rather than going to town to start declaring people enemies of the village-beginning a war that he knows he cannot fight.

Hmmm, but the people too na relenting ooh. Anyway I am anxious to see which one of the sides can make it to the next five years with this kina momentum-like the good old Book says, the race is not to the swift but he that endures to the end.

Already, we have started hearing small, small noise from some of the hamlets in our village- so, let see if it is going to trickle down to the Fiefdoms. For true my son?
Aah Father, my name ooh! I told you I am a son of farmers. My oldman na get ray shoes to be going to the Palaver Hut to answer questions for me. The man can’t understand English already which one he will speak there when he comes from the villages with his farming suit on-and besides there is no communion labor at the Palaver Hut, so what will he be doing there with his farming tools.

Awwa, let leave stories my son. So what the latest on this Ray Hay Man wife who’s going around kicking dust and threatening people how they will not get job in our village, because they share different opinions?

Don’t mind that woman ya Father, power is eating her brain. And come to think of it Fahter, what you expect from people who benefited immensely from the spoils of our village nastiness-that dictatorship attitude that will always be in the gene. It first started with having total disregard to the Footballer as her boss. I mean she would just wake up one morning and then leave the village at any time without seeking the man’s permission. Nobody would know where she has gone until we read or hear it from the Town Criers.

My son, no wonder the children from the Footballer’s camp can called her a six year product.
Father, me I na inside that other gossip ooh, before this Ray Hay Man woman come carry me before the Palaver Hut like she did that other young man from her Fiefdom at the Traditional Council the other day. I told you my people are farmers; they have never seen Ducor before yaa.

But come to think of it Father, you know that how some of the daughters of Eve can treat the sons of Adams with total disrespect. They just wake up and go anywhere without informing the sons of Adam who are accountable to them as well.

When you see it like that my son, be careful –giving too many rooms or spaces to children can make them bring back home bad attitudes and some to the extent possible forgetting that they are not living on their own.

Anyway Father, let’s leave it there ya, that weekend time I have to go hustle and bring something home before before my Old Lady too start leaving the house without tell me where she is going and my children too start calling me uncle.-I finished Ooh.

Lord, the Footballer crying too soon ooh!

Dear Father:
Hakaya! This one I swear to my Mamie tatty water that na true. Can you believe this? They say our Footballer has started crying and complaining already? You say what my son, so soon?


Yes, oo Father, they say, the Footballer is complaining about how the people in the village have started raining insults at him, how they are ungrateful, and they na know what they want.

Are you serious my son?
Father, da fire coming from my mouth or that popcorn popping?

I can’t believe this you mean so soon, he na start complaining and wining like a baby?
Father, da the one sef full my own mouth, because it’s just barely 6 months into a 12 year, that slip of mouth, I mean 6 six years journey and our man na start crying about how they are cursing him already?

Hmmm, that the thing the big people can always say. They say you can’t take a child to do a man’s job-my name ooo, put me down. I na get red shoes.
You mean the Footballer na able to stand stress?

I na say so oo Father. I na able that other question you asking me. The people who can make the news can always tell the Town criers that they can neither confirm nor deny. So, that other question, Father, I can’t confirm or deny.

And you know Father, while the Footballer is all over the place complaining about how the village people are cursing him describing them as ungrateful people who don’t know what they want; the Ray Hay man former wife is just all over the place too causing trouble.

Tell me something my son!
Oh, the oldma says anybody who na join their camp will not get some of our village job!

Look at that, can you imagine that?
Yes, oo, Father. The woman appears to be just like her Ray Hay Man husband, a complete dictator, one who doesn’t care about our village oracle (more apoh in next edition).

My son, tell me more about the Footballer’s cries first, we will come to that woman later.

Oh, the man says, he’s trying to do good things for the village and the people are not appreciating him.

The other day, they accused him of breaking our village oracle left, right and center.

And what are the Chiefs from the Traditional Council during about it?

Father the people can’t say phewn! All they do day in day out is to sing the Footballer praises. They are like the 24 elders in Heaven who cry holy, holy, holy 24/7. So, they are almost like a rubber stamp Traditional Council nowadays.

Da the one the people from the other side go talk na, the Footballer go get vex saying the people na like good every day they just cursing him here and there.
But wait oo, where was he, when his disciples used to curse the Iron Old Lady bad, bad woman curse. I mean where was he, when they took red cool aide, put it on white cloths and paraded with it around town here?

No, Father, the man says, he never insulted the Old Lady, simply trying to draw a line between what his followers or disciples did to the Old Lady. But he forgets to know that his silence to have controlled his disciples was consent to their unruly behavior to the Old Lady.

He has just started receiving just the tip of the iceberg of what the Old Lady went thru, then he na start crying so soon. They will stay long inside.-To be continued.

Lord, is this a way to silence a messenger?

Dear Father:
Its kina funny you know, how people go after their critics or perceived enemies in this forested village of ours. They often look for ways-unorthodox, to silence the messenger or discredit the messenger before he or she can start speaking.


Father, I have repeatedly dismiss and will continue to dismiss that the Town Criers of this village are at war with the leaders of our village-no, not at all. On the other hand, I will not dismiss the fact that certain big men and women in this village have rather decided for themselves to be at war with select group of Town Criers in our village and for that I am not in denial.

It is very important to note how they go about with their fight and interestingly it is so glaring for one to see how naïve sometimes they draw their lines of battles.
Father, I remember few years ago, because of my stance and the kind of reportage we were writing, saw us silently running into series of problems whether knowingly or unknowingly to the powers that be at the time we can’t say.

It was just few months after the Old Lady had been sworn in for the second term as our village leader. Relationship had gone bad because of unpaid debts her beleaguer party had for us-our pronouncement and critical analysis of her government led to a joint security team coming to our offices to inquire about our tax records and when documents were presented they insisted they wanted to see me and find out how I got money to start the business.

Father, I was out of the office at the time and instructed my people to show them all the documents that we had; they insisted they wanted to see me in person. Father, little did I know that on that fateful morning, one zealous security officer, then deputy minister for our security house, had instructed his boys to come and pick me up.

They came asking how I got money to open the newspaper here and there. They were particularly concern as to who give me money- There suspicion as I later learned, that they pointed to one man who did not know my first name and is currently smarting in jail in one of Uncle Sam cousin’s village was bankrolling me-God!

Now, this little known zealous security boy acted based on stories we had been reporting about this man during a certain trial. When they knew they had nothing on me, the next thing was to sanction an audit. They did the first audit, apparently they were not satisfied with the first findings, and so they immediately commissioned a second one, one or two months later.

Remember I said I don’t know if the action of this little known security officer was done knowingly or unknowingly to the powers that be, now, it turns out that others who were closed to such powers at the time, they said they heard about the pickup of a certain Town Crier that morning but did not know it was me. This friend of mine, peace be to his ashes was frank with me when he said “my Pekin, you have crossed the line too far. You were once moderate how come you are hitting the Old Lady like this?”

There I knew that all these joint security officers coming to my office and the two subsequent audits were forms of intimidation and I don’t know what my crime would have been that morning if they had met me. Father, why am I saying all this now? There is a proverb which says “there are many ways to kill a cat.” Certainly people in this village of ours have ways of getting at people. They have a way of getting at messengers. If they can’t discredit you, they find means of wiping you off.

Of late, we have been having a frequent visitor at our offices who claimed to come from a particular entity. We have cooperated in the framework of the letter he brought from this particular entity. He now comes back to be asking for some two years ago and making comments which suggest to me that there is something more to his mission.

Our village is a place where people are very vindictive; they use their offices to get even with certain individuals especially when you have the loudest mouth and the biggest pen. History has shown in our village that people for whatever reasons have tried over and over to silence the messenger.

We know very well that we stepped on several toes during the just ended voting period and some of these people whose interests were affected are still in other positions and would want to revenge using the available power.

Lord, you gat patience ooh!

Dear Father:
Um, the Oldman really gat patience for true ya. People who were roaming around just the other day insulting people have turned to praise singers so soon? I wonder where is the much trumpeted integrity that they have preached about all along-my name ooh!


There is a saying that when the beat to the song changes, the moves in the dance rhythm also changes. So, maybe the people are doing just that.
I say my son, the thing sef na full my mouth.

Father, it shouldn’t full yor mouth ooh. The people say they are not prepared to be opposition for 12 years; after all they need to be eating something before the dog meat gets dry.

But da small thing, my son. The thing just keeps confusing me by the day.
Father, it should not confuse you ooh, because in the football game, they get something the book people called adaptation. When you know very well you na able the next team, adapt and play like them.

A friend told me the other day that he is not prepared to be sitting on the fence for 12 years, while the other people are playing with our village elephant meat, therefore he has join them.

He said tombe let me tell you something, anything you can’t change join it. I am like what, God really get patience ooh. Because the way this man used to curse the people back then. Not just him small swear plenty people swear here. If swear was catching people like Ebola and diarrheal by this time this village would have been empty.

I know ehn!
Yes, Father because what kina swear and curse we na hear here. Today, I understand some of the people have been coming like Nicodemus at night.
Ooh, it like the pro-poor ehn?

What do you mean it’s like the pro-poor Father?
My son, haven’t you heard the news, nor even if you didn’t hear the news can’t you see that the people are poor in the day and rich in the night? My name ooh!
But Father, where you na get this other geeze from again? I mean how possible for somebody to live poor in the day and rich in the night?

My son, you like to go to bed soon, so how will you see what is going on around us here in the night.
Hmmm, Father, how I will not go home early when the ground na level? You, yourself heard they say Pro-poor, how many poor people you na see on the street in the night, ehn da the people who get money to spend can be on the street looking for what they na lost.

Hmmm, so they say what happened at the Marketing House? Um, they say the Footballer na kicked one Old lady from there ooh. They say the Oldma thinks she some kina hero. She must play with Arab money. She na know da Arab money long it can’t finish or she na know that good intention na mean anything in this village?
Hmmm, God really gat patience for true ya.

Lord, is this man and others like him part of the pro poor agenda?

Dear Father:
You know, the other day a friend told me that people will judge you by your actions and not what you have written down as your belief or plan of actions. My friend said there are times your actions or inactions will show exactly what you stand for-Hmm, that was some food for thought though.


And in a way Father, I tend to believe this because many at times people say one thing but in reality do something totally different from what they have professed as law and gospel.

This brings me to the point. You know, just the other day I visited the Traditional Council, something I would normally not do so easily but I did. What I noticed was totally contradicting to our village new trumpeted song-the pro-poor.

Can you imagine Father that the vehicle of our Paramount Chief at the lower end of Traditional Council beats for over 8 hours every day as long as he is in office or God knows where else. And then at the other side of the end of the Traditional Council, the Footballer’s deputy vehicle engine is cut off and quietly parked.
Now imagine, if this Paramount Chief continues to use his vehicle like this, can you imagine what the consumption of gasoline alone will be for his vehicle? But he supposed to be one of the key drivers of the pro-poor agenda though.

Now, how can you tell people that you are for the poor and yet live a life style like of a bourgeoisie? Even the escort vehicles of the Footballer are never on like that. I am not too sure the Footballer who by all standards should keep his escape vehicle and his main vehicle beating does that.

No wonder it is said that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Now imagine how much could have been saved from such a waste of gasoline funded by the poor tax payers who cannot even afford transportations at times to get to work.

But more than that, the number two to the Footballer is just next door and if you have forgotten follow her example as to how she manages her fleet and gasoline-no big show.

But Father, the Paramount Chief is not alone in this though-event some of the Footballer’s kitchen cabinet members are also guilty of this. Just go to the Footballer’s displaced camp and you will soon observe what I am talking about.

Yes, just the other day they claimed they were putting in place what the book people called austerity measures to cut down spending on the people salary them, but on the wasteful usage of gasoline which comes at huge cost they have not said fehn.

Come to think of it, I think my friend made a lot of sense. Actions indeed speak louder than just mere words. When you say you are for the poor people and yet behave like a king over them by living a lavish lifestyle, then your words are nothing but noise.

It is very easy to deceive people and get away with the deceit and you think that is okay, but when you live in self-deceit it is the worst form of any deceit. It means you are a fake. You are not who you say you are and it makes you worse than an infidel.

Why project a kind of value that you don’t subscribe to. Why live a wealthy lifestyle and proclaim an agenda full of rhetoric. You don’t believe in something say it for crying out loud. Don’t profess and your actions prove otherwise.

One Chief from the Upper End of the Traditional Council told me the other day that we are pro-poor in the day but pro-rich in the night. Who are you deceiving-the people or yourself?

Lord, teach us to number our days

(A repeat)
Dear Father:
My cousin, who happens to be a pastor, always, had this joke about me when he tried to stir up his congregation or whenever he was preaching the good news to someone.


He often told them, I don’t know if he still does that though, but he often told them using me as an example how the death of close friends always draws me closer to God than ever before.

You see, Father, it’s like that many of us won’t act till something happens and when it does, we try to reflect swabbing places in our heads and sometimes consciously or unconsciously asking the big “why if.”

Father, the truth is I am not alone in this sort of reflection. The sudden death of a close family member or a friend often leaves us wondering how much time do we have left. The thing is the Old Man up there is no longer in the business of sending prophets to warn us ahead of our departures.

If I can vividly recalled only one man had such an opportunity and that was King Hezekiah, to whom God sent the Prophet Isaiah to inform him to put his house in order because he was about to die.

Besides that Father, nowhere in the Good Old Book it is written that a person was warned of his departure from the face of mother earth-it has never been and it will never be.

But why am I reflecting on all of this. I mean, I should be telling you about the Pro-poor agenda in our village, right Father? I should be telling you about what is going on with the Footballer and his many promises.

But it’s like my Cousin said, when a close friend of mine leaves in a way that I can’t describe especially when we were just together the other day then it leaves me wondering about my own life and how much time do I have left.

Regardless about what many may think of him, yes we have lost a giant in the family of the Pen Pushers, a very brilliant young man. We served as panelists on several talk-shows and even share podiums addressing similar issues of concerns to the inky fraternity.

Yes, within a blink of an eye, he no longer belongs to us but to the ashes. KAK as he was affectionately called is no longer with us-yes Father.Just last week, we all addressed the meeting between the Footballer and the heads if the Pen Pushers’ family at the Footballer’s displaced camp. If only we knew that it would have been our final meeting with him, I don’t know what I would have told him though trust me. But I would have asked him to stay a little bit longer.

And don’t ask me why Father, because gone with him are ideas and strategies, knowledge that he could have written down in books that he didn’t. He was really an organizer and knew the issues. He presented them without being acrimonious.

No matter how tense the debates were, KAK presented them in a more professional way that even his opponent saw the wisdom in his presentation without being offended. He was the people’s guy. He could relate with any pen pusher. He will be missed.

Yes, he will. He left us. As I saw the images from his departure one thing that touched me was that even at his departure, he was celebrated. The birds sang as the trees clapped their hands celebrating his life even if many didn’t take notice, the birds and the trees also paid their homages. Farewell brother. Our only request right now is Lord; please teach us to number our days.

Lord, teach us to number our days

Dear Father:
My cousin, who happens to be a pastor, always, had this joke about me when he tried to stir up his congregation or whenever he was preaching the good news to someone.


He often told them, I don’t know if he still does that though, but he often told them using me as an example how the death of close friends always draws me closer to God than ever before.

You see, Father, it’s like that many of us won’t act till something happens and when it does, we try to reflect swabbing places in our heads and sometimes consciously or unconsciously asking the big “why if.”

Father, the truth is I am not alone in this sort of reflection. The sudden death of a close family member or a friend often leaves us wondering how much time do we have left. The thing is the Old Man up there is no longer in the business of sending prophets to warn us ahead of our departures.

If I can vividly recalled only one man had such an opportunity and that was King Hezekiah, to whom God sent the Prophet Isaiah to inform him to put his house in order because he was about to die.

Besides that Father, nowhere in the Good Old Book it is written that a person was warned of his departure from the face of mother earth-it has never been and it will never be.

But why am I reflecting on all of this. I mean, I should be telling you about the Pro-poor agenda in our village, right Father? I should be telling you about what is going on with the Footballer and his many promises.

But it’s like my Cousin said, when a close friend of mine leaves in a way that I can’t describe especially when we were just together the other day then it leaves me wondering about my own life and how much time do I have left.

Regardless about what many may think of him, yes we have lost a giant in the family of the Pen Pushers, a very brilliant young man. We served as panelists on several talk-shows and even share podiums addressing similar issues of concerns to the inky fraternity.

Yes, within a blink of an eye, he no longer belongs to us but to the ashes. KAK as he was affectionately called is no longer with us-yes Father. Just last week, we all addressed the meeting between the Footballer and the heads if the Pen Pushers’ family at the Footballer’s displaced camp. If only we knew that it would have been our final meeting with him, I don’t know what I would have told him though trust me. But I would have asked him to stay a little bit longer.

And don’t ask me why Father, because gone with him are ideas and strategies, knowledge that he could have written down in books that he didn’t. He was really an organizer and knew the issues. He presented them without being acrimonious.

No matter how tense the debates were, KAK presented them in a more professional way that even his opponent saw the wisdom in his presentation without being offended. He was the people’s guy. He could relate with any pen pusher. He will be missed.

Yes, he will. He left us. As I saw the images from his departure one thing that touched me was that even at his departure, he was celebrated. The birds sang as the trees clapped their hands celebrating his life even if many didn’t take notice, the birds and the trees also paid their homages. Farewell brother. Our only request right now is Lord; please teach us to number our days.

Lord, the Country Giant is surely in town

Dear Father:
Um, you know there is a saying that everything can answer to its name. I don’t know whether it is out of naivety or sycophancy, but we in this highly forested village are quick on giving names to our leaders or friends. And more often than not we forget that those names have effects.


Few years back when the Old Lady rose to power, she was nick named the Iron Lady by her close friends. Soon town criers, both local and international picked it up and before we knew, it had become a household name not only in our village but in every neighboring village including that of Uncle Sam’s and his cousins.
So for the next 12 years, we saw a very stubborn Old Lady, who was not easily moved by what anybody thought of her. She was like an Iron; to have her move was difficult. One needed to mount persistent pressure to get her listening.

Yes, Father, whether knowingly or unknowingly, the Old Lady’s behavior was conforming to the name Iron Lady-no one mess with iron. So at one point in time, some of those very close friends of hers would say-that Old Lady get “dirt”-it’s an expression used locally to describe someone who is not move by pity, they just do what they want to do and move on, while you worry about their actions or inactions.

That is while dumping close allies like the sleeping Oldman and other gravy seeking politicians were nothing to her. In fact, what do an iron care Father-once you don’t heat it to bend it, it doesn’t change in any shape or form.

Now, we have the Footballer being nick named the Country Giant and by equivalent the Country Devil. For those who grew up in the village know that Country Giants are ruthless in their paths. Their appearance alone can scare off an entire inhabitant, only his friends surrounding him can enjoy the spoils.

Father whether he is the Country Giant or Country Devil it conveys the same message. The meaning followers try to portray is that just by his appearance alone scares others away.

Indeed the Country Giant or Country Devil is surely in town and there are sounds of cries beginning to be heard already signifying his presence.
Now some people are beginning to act like the Biblical John the Baptist who would soon send his disciples to ask Jesus if he is the Messiah he had prophesied and testified about. And Jesus would answer and say go and tell him the blind eyes are opening and the cripples are walking and the dead being raise from the death.
John had been confused. He was in prison for putting his mouth in King Herald’s private business and thought Jesus would have come to bail him out and since he wasn’t coming, the same John who said behold the lamb of God, now began to ask if truly he was the one or we should wait for someone else.

So that is what happens when you declared someone and finds out that the person is not working to fulfill your personal interest then you begin to ask if you had made a mistake or not.

There are many of my papay them around here no name. They can’t even come outside because they thought the Country Giant coming to town would have reintroduced them to lucrative village jobs that they had been used to-No! The Country Giant knows those that have dressed him over the years in the bush, not new recruits.

The other night while closing from work and walking to my car, a friend approached me asking how business, and with my latest style of responding to greetings I have picked up from Les Brown, a motivational speaker-“Better than good and better than most”, I responded.

My friend said mehn the way things are going, I want to believe the Old Lady was better. I first pretended like I didn’t hear him. My friend continued, can you imagine since January I have not paid my staffs?

I asked who ever stays in town when the Country Devil or the Country Giant arrives. Is it not those men who are part and parcel of the Country Giant or Country Devil’s entourage?

In the village setting they will refer to the non-members of the secret cult as sinners and those people who are part and parcel of the secret cults are the ones who stay in town and enjoy or make merit with the Country Devil or Country Giant.

So, my answer like that of Jesus’ answer to Jon’s disciple was -why complain when you have introduced to the village a Country Giant whose presence you said others could not stand? What make you think anything will stay in his path and enjoy along with his entourage that are not part of him.

Lord, are they saviors or salvagers?

Dear Father:
Hmmm, I hope what I am hearing is not true. No, I doubt it because the Footballer, in as much as I am not closed to him, I know he will not allow himself to be pulled around by people, especially with this kind of scaring news.


That is why I am saying I hope what I am hearing is not true.
Son, what is it that you are hearing?

Father, I am hearing that the Footballer is asking a certain entity to employ some 100 people from his camp. And not just employing those hundred people but paying them Uncle Sam’s Money $3500 each per month, meaning 350,000 per month and in the first place not more than three people earn this amount at that entity as we speak.

But I thought this was a pro-poor government, people who had vowed to manage your village money and deliver the much needed services to the poor people.

Ah Father that is why I am finding it very difficult to believe this kind of cheap gossip. Yes, Father, I called it cheap gossip because I know within the Footballer’s heart of hearts no entity with already over hundreds of staffs scattered all over the place can afford to recruit 100 new staffs and not only that but pay them a monthly income totaling Uncle Sam’s money $350, 000 every month plus the entity’s existing payroll.

My 8-years old daughter would say with a shout “Daddy that’s not possible!” Yes, Father and I would also join her on this other gossip in saying “that’s not possible!”

My son, what is this noise I am also hearing about voting business in your village there?
Oh, Father, it is the Voting House people and my friend from the Money House. The people from the Voting House sent their budget for the voting to replace the Footballer and the disgraced jailed Ray Hay man wife in the Upper House of the Traditional Council. But my friend from the Money House says the money the people calling for is too much.

Father the man na stop there oo, he says in fact voting na important.
Aaah, yes oo Father. The thing sef my friend na talk full my mouth. My friend says in fact voting is not important, this tend to suggest that they should just select two people and put them there as replacement. Can you imagine that Father?

And what makes it more scaring is that if this man start talking like this it is possible 12 years from now, they will try to convince the Footballer to change our village oracle to enable him run for third term or even life time king, like it is now being done in Pekin man village.

You know, my son, what I am seeing here is a total display of arrogance.
It’s true Father. You see, when people who have not tasted power before get into power, it’s like a child, when you bring the child a gift and asked the child to give to you to either open it or something, the child says no. He or she tries to be over protective with the very thing you just deliver in his or her hands. The child tends to forget that you gave the toy or whatsoever to him in the first place.

So, I think my friend has forgotten so early that it was the same voting thing that put him in office in the first place. To come at this time now and says it’s not necessary or not important is a complete dishonesty and a show of arrogance that needs to be condemned by everyone in our Forested village.
He has good intention, but his approach is out of order Father.

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