THIS MEDICINE CALLED OBI…

By Dr jarlat Uche opara

In Nigeria’s sprawling political laboratory, there exists one unexpected substance that the government seems unable to regulate, suppress, dilute, or quarantine.
Its name is Obi.

To the ordinary citizen, Obi is just a man speaking truths as plain as daylight.

The moment Obi opens his mouth, the corridors of power begin to vibrate.
His words, harmless to the masses, instantly transform into a potent dose of Obitroxil, causing agitation in high places.
Ministers begin pacing the floors. Spokespersons lose their sleep. Advisers start drafting rebuttals before they even know what he said. Firing from all cylinders and missing the red spot on darts board.

Every Nigerian can shout for justice and the government will pretend to be deaf. But let Obi whisper the same thing, and suddenly it becomes a national emergency,
a case of Obivexin, hitting the system with unwanted alertness.

He speaks about accountability; the government reacts as if it has inhaled Obirazine, spiraling into defensive confusion. He points out a simple truth; Abuja begins to feel the tremors of Obiagitol, a drug known at least in the realm of political imagination for inducing uncontrollable governmental irritation.

It is almost comical😊

The citizens call for fairness daily; nothing happens. Obi repeats it once, and suddenly the “attack dogs” are unleashed, press statements, sponsored analysts, midnight broadcasts, emergency panels, and mysterious experts whose titles cannot be verified anywhere on Earth.

To the government, Obi is not a man; he is Obistimula
an unwanted stimulant,
a reminder that conscience still exists, a sharp awakening they desperately wish they could sleep through.

They try amnesia, but it doesn’t work. Obi’s presence is Obipraxen, a perpetual restlessness within the system.
They treat him like a threat, but in reality, he is simply a mirror and mirrors, as every fearful leader knows, are the most dangerous things of all.

The irony remains:
Everyone can speak.
Everyone does speak.
But the moment Obi says the same thing, it becomes a national catastrophe.

Perhaps the government’s problem is not Obi.
Perhaps their real affliction is truth and Obi is merely the unfortunate carrier of a truth they cannot swallow,
cannot ignore,
and cannot silence.

Would Obi stop speaking because his words are arrows to their conscience? Would he muffle his truth because it comes with drugs that itche their conscience and mirror their ineptitude and lacklustre governance?

Would he remain dumb and deaf to avoid the constant drool of the attacking dogs whining with their tails inbetween their legs?

No! He won’t have sealed lips because his words come with a piercing pain to their near dead conscience. Who cares if they would neither forget nor forgive him. In the space of truth, justice, integrity and character, their opinion remains a straw that worths nothing.

Peter Obi! You have become a nightmare to those whose ways are blurry. A bone in the neck of those whose necks look soo expanded by corruption and chubby by the blood of the innocent. You have become an insomnia drug for those whose cupboard are replete with stinking skeletons.

He would continue to speak not only his truth but the truth of the poor masses who daily feel the pangs of insecurity, hunger and starvation.

Now that Ado Doguwa has detonated the bomb and the remaining legs broken , I hope the mad attacking dogs would go for him.

Jarlathuche@gmail.com