155 Days and Counting

If a fraction of what the Transformation Ambassadors of Nigeria (TAN) has expended on media campaigns alone (saying nothing of the signature-collecting megalomanic rallies organised across the geo-political zones), if a fraction was given to the efforts to #BringBackOurGirls, we'd have stopped counting the number of days our children have been in captivity in their own country. And said Transformers could've had a better platform on which to mislead the ignorant mass.

But the reelection of their chief, their Optimus Prime, who has neither merited such nor pronounced his bid (preferring to fret while his country burns) carries more weight than bringing an end to the moral bankruptcy of perpetuating the crass maladministration and puerile spineless inclination that has hallmarked the Jonathanian years.

How the country isn't in flames from protests demanding more than the governmentlessness we've been made to endure or an end to the stink that is the cesspool of GEJ's tenure points to a systemic failure and general culpability. How anyone can defend such an insensitive predisposition of the government of the day testifies to the exact reason why the country is the way it is.

Labelling it bestial would be an insult to beasts of every land and clime. Beasts aren't as inhumanely aloof when their kind are faced by grave peril. The irony!

155 days and counting...(and peace to our heroes, the common innocent nameless folk who have died needlessly as a consequence of the government's pussyfooting).