Please do not condemn me for nemesis as actually caught up with me.


I opened this piece with the words of Patrick Henry in his address to delegates of Virginia Convention at Richmond in USA around eighteen century when Americans were fighting for independence :

What is it that the gentleman wish? What would they have? Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

The journey began on the morning of presidential election on 28th March 2015, around 7:30am. I had woke up with ecstasy while the the spirit of "supporter of APC" took over my soul. I am neither a political thug nor jobber, rather, a political Pharisee and Sadducee. My phone rang and the baritone voice at the other end spoke so authoritatively "we need your services (sic) at Ilobi a motorcycle is coming to 'collect' you", and before I could blink my eye, the line went dead. I was totally nerved and in a state of phantasmagoria. I racked through my brain intensively asking myself who are the "we" that needed my help?

By the way, I am a teacher in one of the many private secondary schools at Owode Yewa in Ogun State at the time, so I thought one of my students had ran into trouble, therefore, I was patiently waiting for the motorcyclist and when he came, he appeared eerily handsome, a bulging biceps, a narrow face like that of Ostrich with a long beard and a bulging red eye probably from smoking marijuana. The road from oke Erinja to Ilobi is nothing but death trap meant only for animals. I tried prodding my "driver" as to why I should be summon like a criminal, "we are sacking Egbere Jonathan" he said in a tacit defiant tone. I was baffled and dumbfounded once again, I asked "who are this 'we' and what is my role in all of this"? He shot me a glance that told me instantly, shut up.

Nigerians were bittered, having earned so much from oil, five years of Jonathan's rule should have brought the desired positive change but for wanton embezzlement of public funds by his retard ministers, so the anguish, pain and anger express towards his government are admirably deserving for the people at transient corridors of power, as event have shown there is nothing Jonathan did that Buhari has not surpassed except you are suffering from ethnic affinity and honest "jangbajantis". But that is a story for another day-back to the issue at hand.

We arrived at Ilobi at exactly 8.45am I was physically exhausted and spiritually tired. The motorcyclist disengaged me at garage and called somebody to collect me. Not so long a Toyota venza with a tinted glass and registration number KTU.......driven by a woman parked and summoned me to enter I told her point blank that I am not entering until I send the number of the car "si awon eeyan mi", so that if anything happens they will know how to trace me and she grudgingly obliged. When I entered, she took me directly to a house where there were about three big trees at the front, the house itself looked 17th century built and it is what my people called "ateri ba wole ".I was lodged into a room.

The room is about six feet wide and ten feet long and it is so dark that if you are coming from outside you wont know what is inside until it is lit up. It was in this room that the guy with baritone voice told me my mission: Owo (I wonder how he knows my name), we want to sack Jonathan and I want you to thumb print these ballot papers. He brought out the ballot papers and they were plenty. I asked him: how did you know my name, where I live and how did you know I am qualified for this job. He laughed out loud and only said; "eegun moni sugbon eeyan o moo."

To cut the long story short after about three bottles of beer, bush meat and "eefin supporter of APC" I thumb printed my years of joy away with over three thousand BP. Unbeknown to Daura President, cuntlicking assfucking, Igunnuko and empty-headed president I was part of those that "corruptically" usher in the most "worstiest" government in the chequered history of Nigeria where Nigerians committed suicide like it was our normal way of life, where opposition are hounded for corruption, and nepotism the order of the day, as if it was only his tribesmen that are qualified to mount juicy ministerial position, the list is just endless.

Now that NEMESIS (for my livelihood has been taken from me) has caught up with me I regret the part I played in 2015 general election.

What should we do? Buy sniper now that it is still cheap.

Nigerians were bittered, having earned so much from oil, five years of Jonathan's rule should have brought the desired positive change but for wanton embezzlement of public funds by his slowpoke ministers, so the anguish, pain and anger express towards his government are admirably deserving for the people at transient corridors of power

Even after admitting this yourself...

Oya do the justification. Sni or Lag

"What should we do? Buy sniper now that it is still cheap."

Of course and do the needful