THE CASE FOR TABULA RASA

The sorry tale of Nigeria's contemporary political meandering has a sting in its tail, and that sting is in full manifestation now. The chicken has come home to roost, and the feckless pococuranti have run the Nigerian ship aground with naked imperturbability. It's absolute nonsense to even remotely opine that the immediate future is looking good under this cloud of indifferent political abandonment of helpless Nigerians by the dissemblers roaming the corridors of power. Each day that goes by brings its own set of woes and unending befuddlement. Reshaping the Nigerian political landscape is no longer an option; an uncompromising and total annihilation of the current political class is the only credible option, and that is unequivocal.

When the National Assembly and State Assemblies are populated with politically deranged and morally corrupt nonpersons, the future is nothing but bleak. They have no time for the betterment of the people, only for their abyss-like pockets; they spend more time on recesses and foreign trips than they do on their constituents' needs and legitimate concerns. Their repugnance of the people is legendary and plain. These dullards are of as much use as used toilet paper; Nigerians need them like a hole in the head! Ex-governors cross over to the Senate while ex-Senators amble over to their respective Government Houses; it's a revolving door of sycophants and benighted incorrigibles. The House of Representatives is no better; a chockablock of timeservers whose moral compasses have been broken since their most unfortunate conceptions, and who would stop at nothing to make life even worse for their so-called constituents. They commission boreholes, wells and other boondoggles which they shamelessly claim as their constituency projects. What insufferable buffoons!

Don't get me started on Governors! What on earth has Nigeria done to deserve these picaresque characters? While a few of them are actually doing all they can in these depressing times, most of them are just there, packing money into their attics and foreign bank accounts while their children school, and they, and their families, medicate abroad because they've ruined the Nigerian system.

The Presidency is so weak that it barely has any discernible purpose to Nigerians. It's so laughable when feeble accomplishments are lauded and pressing matters are painted over. Security of persons and property has taken the back seat while the increase in foreign reserves is touted as the greatest accomplishment of any government since humanity began.

The Nigerian political system is a deadly concoction of itinerant cockalorums and implacable obscurantists. The Nigerian political space is an intricate web of mishpochas that stifles dissent by any means, and chokes life out of any movement or thought that it considers a threat to its pitiful existence and cursed prominence. 

We voted for a PLAN FOR CHANGE; all we got was a CHANGE OF PLAN. Could the case for a TABULA RASA be any stronger, considering what the status quo would mean for you and I? Serial and sustained uprisings are required to dislodge these twerps who, remora-like, depress our quest for a change of direction, and slow down our march out of the doldrums that the Nigerian state has evolved into. Time for truckling is over, my fellow Nigerians. Our fate is in our hands; the future of Nigeria is at stake. All of us need to activate our passion and energise our intent. 

We need to create the room for a TABULA RASA.