Too long his terror, carrying himself with sacredness. Too dangerous to be touched. Countless number of persons saying yes, eating the shit and poison he gives. Nobody dares say no or challenge him. To their “blogos” he holds them, dragging and squeezing, once they question his power and self given invincibility.
For over a vicennial he ravages and terrorises Sogal, holds it at all corners, milking it, setting rules, calling the shot , since on his table the bulk ends.
He holds Sogal, a no man’ land and turned it into a family tree, bearing all the fruits the family eats, leaving the reminant to them, the slaves in his empire.
He conquerered Sogal, made it his heritage and spoil. No other person, small or big, rich or poor in Sogal kingdom talks while he talks, stands while he stands too. The path he plys no other plys unless by permission. Such a terrible image he is. If one must survive and becomes something in Sogal, his stooge one must become.
It is that bad. And for this long he suffocated them as they carry him like an egg to fragile to be treated anyhow.
Not too long he carried this gara- gara to Airegin, another empire but much more than his conquerered Sogal.
In his usual territorial dominance, he didn’t spare any. In his closet he began to have them, throwing crumbs and bones, using them as evidence, in case at any point they begin to get sense and say no to his arrogance and filty breath.
He thought he could just as he did in Sogal rule Airegin with forgery, fakeness, deceit and lies.
The hunter is now the hunted. The squeezer of “blogos” is now being squeezed. The mighty is falling, the dragon is caged and his burial is imminent.
What a shame! What a disgrace! In a country of million of sensible characters, a dragon of irreputable character calls the shot.
The end of such irritable reality is near. Shame! To all those who queue behind him, chanting praises to his ugly nature, unknown ancestry, fake certificates and vague paternality, shame!!
The Dragon has met his Waterloo, the whirlwind is blowing, the covered will be uncovered. Shame and disgrace two powerful delicacies, ready to be served them on the plate of ignominy. What a 63rd anniversary gift. To his fans and supporters I say enjoy it. What a hot appetizer, the main meal will soon be done, and in this manner it will be served too. God no go Shame us, giving Airegin a cold dog nose when there is a garnished cow meat waiting to be served.
Jarlath Uche Opara
Jarlathuche@gmail.com
