The Disgraceful Cry Of PDP

By Dr jarlat Uche opara

Watching the new PDP Chairman Kabiru make passionate plea to Trump to come salvage Democracy in Nigeria, a sourvereign nation seems to me a joke.

When did Wike become that irrepressible? Invincible and very indomitable? When has he become that scarecrow though immovable but scares the broad day light out of birds and trespassing animals? When did the entire members of PDP become too weak and helpless to remove this painful boil called Wikelo? Nigeria politics is a joke, a marketplace where every handshake hides a dagger and every smile is a loan with interest, one man now stands at the center of the commotion — Nyesom Ezebunwo Wike.

The same Wike who once fed and fattened the PDP goat is now accused of roasting it on a Tinubu-fired barbecue, seasoning it with rebellion and serving it to the highest bidder. What exactly is his grievances? He was rigged out and his ambition to become the president botched and his possible nomination as Vice president as Atiku’ running mate manipulated. Since then, PDP lost its peace and his desire to bury it alive increased.

The PDP, once his political first wife, now watches him like a widow watching her late husband’s best friend walk away with the family land title. A man who once fought like a lion for the umbrella now wields the broom with the confidence of a man who knows where every skeleton is buried because he dug most of the graves.

Wike has become the “fowl that perched on a rope, neither the rope nor the fowl rests.”

His moves send shockwaves across both camps. His voice, once the trumpet of the opposition, now echoes like a king’s herald in the APC palace.

Each press conference is a political earthquake; each appointment, a nail in an old coffin; each reform, a reminder that the hunter has changed forests.

Some say he is Tinubu’s secret sword, cutting through the heart of the PDP. Others whisper he is the mole who no longer hides because the night is bright enough.But whether he comes as friend or foe, his footsteps leave dents, not footprints.

Tinubu, meanwhile, sits like a seasoned palm wine tapper, calm, patient, smiling, watching the tree he never climbed drop fresh gourds at his feet.

For when your enemy begins fighting himself, you simply sit under the shade and enjoy the breeze.
“If the wall does not crack, the lizard cannot enter.”
But this time, the wall did not crack. Wike personally removed the bricks and invited the lizard to sit beside the fire.

And so the road to 2027 grows smoother for the man in Aso Rock.While the PDP quarrels over shadows and ghosts, Wike sweeps the path with the energy of a man determined to prove that a political earthquake begins with one stubborn footstep.

But one truth stands unshakable: A house does not collapse without a hand
and the hand shaking the pillars today wears Wike’s signature wristwatch.

It baffles me how one man is fiddling the entire party structure in one finger, so tiny by the way. It makes me feel I am high on something seeing grown men whining and begging for external help to deal with a mere mortal. It sounds ludicrous but at best description very irritating.

If Wike was that bug on the scrotum of PDP let him be smashed with the scrotum, let every body go and rest. What has this scrotum done for us since its functional years?

This isn’t about PDP. It is rather about the soul of democracy about to be buried in the grave of selfishness.

Jarlathuche@gmail.com