My President. We are still in the season, so happy Eid Mubarak. I had wanted to send you this message in Igbo. So that you get the message. But I hate tit for tat.  And I know you will never give us a Sallah message in Hausa again.

Nothing baffles the public anymore. A senator accused the Inspector General of Police of corruption. He painted a picture of money for postings and promotion. No one felt enough repugnance to demand an inquiry.  Zero tolerance for corruption is a mere slogan. He announced that the police hierarchy leases policemen to companies and individuals and feeds on the returns.

It’s not impossible Lord Lugard is laughing in his grave.  It’s not often that  a man’s selfish and commercial adventure   come to be venerated as a moral ideal. When he strapped the southern and northern protectorates together in 1914, he did it to meet British colonial interests.

I remember 2015. The APC could not campaign in Okrika, Rivers State. Thrice they went, thrice they scampered away. Gun men shot at them with righteousness. APC supporters were sellouts. The police couldn’t help them. Their constitutional rights had limitations. They could not exercise  in the den of a certain lioness. The APC cried all kinds of freedom cries, and cursed the abuse of power.

Everywhere you look, you see beautiful ladies languishing. They could have moved on. But our puritanical society hates single mothers and despises unmarried women.

Weep not Ozubulu. We weep with you. Ozubulu, you are not alone. We are with you. We are you. What a man sows, he shall reap. We taught our youths ruthlessness. We filled them with the love of money. We had no jobs for them. We catapulted  them far and wide. We sold ancestral lands to procure visas.

Every Inspector General of police comes with righteous anger. He would make public a list of traditional practices he would not condone. You would think he was imported from China.

The governor will not commit suicide after all. He knows we have accepted him as a maker of gross mischief. So he doesn’t need to prove anything.

In 2015 one Livingstone Wechie emerged from nowhere. With a file on his head and a microphone in his hand he went everywhere announcing the rape of Rivers states. Those conversant with Nigerian politics recognized his magical dance steps.

Mama is not crying wolf. Jackals and hyenas are everywhere. Mama Peace says EFCC agents have tried to kill her twice. Mama suspects they will come again. Mama didn’t go to the police. Perhaps she has no confidence in them. Her brother, Governor Wike said the Inspector General wants to kill him. So mama has taken her case to the House of Representatives. If Mama were not a retired Permanent Secretary, I would have said she was mixing hallucinations with reality. But Mama can’t be lying. Permanent secretaries are beyond sensational lies.