By Ufumaka, Imaji Jio
It pains me, up to my bone marrow. Yeah, it aches like migraine. It’s spiritually draining, dredging, dragging and dirty…it’s unfathomable.
Simply inconceivable!
How on earth, do folks, shamelessly, unite against a common good, by daring to campaign for anyone, any group of people, who appear to have conspired to destroy the future of a good people…the good people of Cross River State, contextually implying?
I keep wondering how and why anyone with good sense of sanity, will vouch and vote for one, who in the past, had displayed such particular dislike for Cross River North, which should be a thing of particular concern to all of us!
Why should any TRUE child of Obudu LGA, particularly, of the Bette speaking, even imagine to campaign for the return of a man, who appear to have exemplified hate for his people?
Why try to market an unmarketable product…an expired product?!
Government and governance, is not all about the so-called ‘food-on-the-table mantra…a political philosophy that was geared towards laziness, and economic downturn/downgrading[?]
In the Nigerian political and economic readings, a society where pauperism is weaponized, anything goes!
A few folks have argued in favor of the weird policy of ‘food-on-the-table’: Those supporters, claim that it liberalized government treasury…
That every Offiong, Agba and Oko, sorry, ‘Tom, Dick and Harry’, had a taste of the common loot…
Those proponents are happy, as it were, after all, they could be lying in their bed, far somewhere in a hamlet, doing nor contributing nothing to government, but will have their bank account, being credited…just for resting…resting and lazy allowance!
They don’t ask how the IGR [Internally Generated Revenue], is got.
In that so-called ‘food-on-the-table’ poliTICKING, folks were given appointments, while they practically, did nothing to grow the system, economically.
Most of the appointees, became administrative parasites and vagrants…dor thwy had no particular office to operate from…
I’m so worried, reading from folks, [that] ordinarily, going by their academic pedigree and other intellectual endowment, one should respect, seen, rather than siding with truth and fair play, have assembled their respective scholarships and endowments, under the temple of ignorance and hypnotism!
Ayade’s 8 years era in the Cross River State Government House, was like a man performing under the spell of psychogenic projections, in the a magical circuit:
Budgets were titled to reflect subtle deception, voodooistic chants and psychological romanticism… It read like the authors OR speech writers, were under some depressive delusion and/OR deprivation!
It sounded like words, uttered from the subtlety of mysticism… Budgetary headlines, sounded hypersonic, like some mystical conjurations and semantic conjugations, meant to impress the shrine worshippers!
In those comedies of grandiose grammatical utterances, we, Crossriverians, had the misfortune of hearing, from the wildest to the mundane, words such as the following:
- DEEP VISION
- INFINITE TRANSPOSITION
- KINETIC CRYSTALLIZATION
- QUBALISTIC DENSIFICATION
- OLIMPOTIC MERISTEMASIS
- BLUSH AND BLISS
- CONJUGATED AGGLUTINATION
- QUANTUM INFINITUM
- ET AL.
In Ayade’s junto, the common man, to whom budgets were supposedly meant for, were lost to the essences, while the literate, were compelled to walk along with lexicon in their pockets. The very cerebral and mystical, seemwdnto have found themselves in a labyrinth!
Ayade in government, was more of an impressionist, empty of any honest administrative endowment, which he, like his die-hard prebendalists, applied, in order to fill [up] the mental and moral lacuna!
Ayade was like a joker in the park, according to James Hardley Chase, that Britishnovelist of yore: He loved to play the circuit clown, dancing like the ‘Ajasco’ of my generation.
For the non initiate, Ajasco was a hired OR rented dancer, who mesmerized the spectators, who had milled around the sale of drugs, which came in different forms and names, such as ‘Omire’, Cafenol, Codeine, Panadol, Andrew Liver Salt, McLean Toothpaste, etc.
Ajasco was also called the ‘cha-cha-cha’ dancer. He danced to impress people, and by so doing, literary, dragged senior folks to buy the drugs.
Ayade in Government House, was like an Ajasco…he danced his ‘shokey’ dance style, dragging the largely, cult of political and administrative ignoramuses, to watch him, a man who was given the privilege of governmental power and authority, but rather got mired in the inability to maximally apply them for the common good!
In his dilemma and inability to project the dividends of governance and democracy, Ayade resorted to jigging [‘disco-ing’] like an Ajasco, while in other situation, he found solace in crying and lying!
Ayade cried, in attempt at invoking public sympathy on his early years of wretch…yes, in that drama, he cried as if he is the only one, born into poverty and want…
Many of us were. Some folks were born into abject wretch, so much, theirs could rightly be called, ‘the wretch of the Earth’. Yet, they didn’t, and haven’t, while in administrative position, misappropriated the office, in the name of poverty…
Abraham Lincoln, a former American president, was such an example of a focused leader, though, born into abject poverty/squalor!
Most of the truly rich and wealthy, whose riches and wealth, aren’t traced to politics and public loot, have left positive imprints in administration, such [that], not a few people, are imitating their leadership qualities.
For eg, Abraham Lincoln, gave us the definition of democracy.
However, Ayade turned his to wailing and dancing, like a Bronx, New York street dancer!
He spoke grandiose words, so loud, it appeared, he didn’t understand himself.
It appeared as if, most of what Ben Ayade, uttered in English Language, were developed out of certain circumstances, ie, his grammar was circumstantial.
Ayade seemed to have operated from the world of the erratic, to the subliminally disturbed mind, like someone, who needed a paycho-medical treatment on bipolarity!
It’s disturbing to watch a man, lying so much, you would understand with Satan, if he became envious of him [Ayade]…
The Christian holy Book [holy Bible], introduces Satan as father of The Lies. It means that, Satan created the entity/world of lies.
Then, imagine such a being, being envious of one, who may’ve passed as one of his apprentices!
Ayade lied about everything:
He lied on the Altar of the Living God, in his RCM church, while visiting in his hometown of Obudu: He swore [that], he would complete the so-called ‘Super Highway’, before the end of his inglorious tenure as governor of CRS.
He lied before the gods: he held those mythical and mystical Bette leaves, swearing he would be done with the Obudu Cargo Airport, at the end of that loquacious government.
He lied on gratuity: He promised paying the state civil service retirees, of both their gratuities.
He lied on employment: He employed young adults, but until he left the seat of governance, he never paid them a kobo!
Ayade lied before the world media: BBC, Channels TV, AIT, etc.
He spoke about world-class everything, yet nothing even locally classy.
He gathered the world to launch his textile factory, yet nothing came out of it. There’s one on the Murtala Mohammed High Way, Calabar, which has since become moribund.
The other on the Jonathan Bypass, remains a white elephant project, yawning to be resuscitatd…
Those are state resources, being wasted!
Back home in his Obudu, he defrauded by subterfuge, people’s ancestral lands, all in the name of building a cargo airport.
As lofty as the dream could’ve been, he never paid a kobo, in form of compensation to those, whose lands were seized OR whose crops were destroyed.
One of those, whose land was seized, died of hbp [high blood pressure]; the late man’s daughter, who made national headlines, while serving as a youth corper, by calling Lagos a stinking state, made the revelation: The revelation that her father died from worrying about his livelihood, which was got from his farm!
Just a stone throw from the now dead [?] Textile Factory, he desirously also, wanted to amass land to himself, but for the indigenous god of ekpe, which was moved by the natives to that piece of land!
My paternal Obudu, where Ayade hails, also suffered from the Ayadeistic administrative malaise: The roads are the worst for it. He destroyed the Obudu Cattle ranch, which was hitherto, rebuilt and refurbished by an Efik son, former Gov Donald Duke. Ayade turned the ranch from a global project, where sports men and women, lined up, across the globe, for international marathon, into a whoredom for political and socioeconomic ‘ashawo’, where men and women of easy virtues, were airlifted and chauffeur-driven to be entertained by musicians, in the shadows of maladministration!
Under Ayade, the international confluence OR center of entertainment, sports and leisure, the Obudu Cattle Ranch, suddenly became a squalor for rodents and lizards. The Cable Car, has now become a rickety an edifice, like a jalopy… no thanks to Ayadeism!
Under Ben Ayade, the act of narcissism, was upgraded to religion: At the State stadium, the U J Esuene Stadium, a major edifice of gigantic nature, was written, ‘Ayadeism, Another Form Of Religion’!
That’s how much, Ayade was upgraded, to the level of a god… Ayade’s aides, made him a god…no thanks to his SSG, a female lawyer, who was allegedly, the author of that blasphemy!
Ayade loves to be praised, even beyond his capability: He loves clamor and glamor…a vain glorious soul, he seems.
Our taxes were being wasted on motorcades, where sirens were blown to high heavens, as if to announce the overthrow of God’s theocracy, for Ayadeism, “a form of religion”!
The blast from Ayade’s motorcade sirens, appeared to have opened the hearings of the deaf, while the dumb spoke in condemnation, even as the blind, united with the deaf, in petitioning against environmental noise pollution!
Isn’t it the same man, who is warming up to return OR vie as one Nigeria’s Senators?
One wonders what he forgot there, after he’d left from there, to CRS Government House, a position where his true nature, beyond character camouflage, was exposed!
One wonders about the positive legacy he left uncompleted.
Rather, one should think that, as a brilliant professor, that he’s being hyped about, he should return to the classroom, where the younger generstion, will stand to gain, making him, more relevant and valuable!
Rather, it appears that, Ayade is wary and jittery about the classroom!
It’s disturbing and baffling, how a man, who forgot his constituent, the Northern Cross River, when he left Government House, a man who never had the courtesy of calling his so-called supporters, for a ‘thank you meeting’, at least, for blindly supporting him, back in his days as governor, has SUDDENLY remembered them, like a drunken lover, awoken from alcoholic stupor…
Baxk to his old tricks, he’s going about, presenting car gifts to the gullible and hungry, the morally bankrupt and mentally unstable, whose mind and brain, suffer from collective amnesia!
Those are the guys who are once again, singing the praise of an unworthy son of the soil…a man who denigrated both the gods and God…the man who has made the road to Obudu, his home town, a death boobytrap for motorists!
At my maternal Yala, beginning from Okuku to Yahe, in cahoots with his puppet appointees from that area, Ayade destroyed the roads, leaving behind muds and gullies, resulting in the death of some motorists!
The farmers were deceived with their crops in a festival, tagged ‘Ogojafest’, where both he and his then, party chairman, a Yala son, conspired to defraud, not a few of those farmers!
The farmers are still weeping. Some self-training students, who depended on their farm products, were compelled to drop out of school OR repeat, due to lack of payment on the products by the Ayade regime.
Ayade’s quest for power, can be likened to being a megalomeniac. He loves the glamor of Nigerian political power…the sirens, the bodyguards, the razzmatazz of political office, though, without its quantitative application for the benefit of the electorate!
And I wonder, if we, as a people, are suffering from collective amnesia!
And on the other side of the political coin, may the governor, Prince Edet Bassey Otu, not listen OR veer towards those hard-core pro-Ayadeists, in his cabinet;
May the Cross River State Governor and his APC-led government, not in anyway OR by any means, make the mistake of constituting party delegates, that would perform certain political abracadabra against the people’s voice, God’s voice [voice populi, Vox Dei], who, unarguably, is The Truly Distinguished Senator Jarigbe Agom Jarigbe, aka, JAJ, as doing so, will amount to Otu’s own political dirt, disaster and death, at least, in Northern Cross River State, which may unabatedly, spill across the Central and Southern senatorial zones of the state!
Re-electing Ayade to the Senate, would be a self-inflicted political malaise…a suicide project on the good people of CRN!
Campaigning to have Ben B Ayade, in Senate, to represent the very good people of CRN, would be as disastrous as disaster, personified!
Ayade is that disaster, waiting to happen, but may God thoroughly forbid, iJmN!
Whether you like it OR not, believe you me, Ayade is a fake, he’s a moral fraud…trust me, AYADE IS A COMPLETE DISASTER!
Ojio sent this from Cross River State
