A stolen mandate

I’ll start this post by apologising to my brother who has begged me to stay out of this matter. He had previously stopped me from commenting on Instagram or any other medium. However, I am a grown woman with a mind of her own. Abi, shei Bimbo wa kere ni? 😁

Moreover, I am not a politician nor am I an APC member so I do not owe any party loyalty. I’m just a writer, I express myself in my writing. I share my joy, my pain, and my essence through my writing. I will therefore be doing myself a great disservice if I don’t air my opinion or use my voice.

I’ve had this feeling of being stifled, and I’m not having any of that. Life is too short to hold things in, especially garbage and filth such as what happened to my brother.

A Call to Service

I remember when my brother shared with me that he was thinking of running for office. I believe I was one of the first people he told, and even though I’m not one with a stomach for politics, I encouraged him because I know he has a heart for the people and would be good in starting the much-needed change in our communities. Kwara South has been marginalised by previous governments, and our representatives have also failed us by not doing much for the community.

Thus it began, he had been in the APC for a while and worked hard in the elections that brought in the new government 3 years ago. My sisters and I with our spouses were all vested in his campaign as we all wanted change in our communities. So began the endless group calls, fasting and praying, fundraising… The extended family were super supportive and the support from our friends was overwhelming.

A Stolen Mandate

The road to the primaries was tasking, goodness gracious! The nerves on that day, but we finally got the news, and it was good. He won, he actually won.

Our joy was short-lived though. They’d been murmurings about the name submitted being different. I honestly didn’t think too much of it until the day of the APC convention. Most of the party members (including Segun were in Abuja) he got a call in the evening that there would be a rerun the next day at Omu-Aran (Kwara State). If that wasn’t suspicious enough, a new name had appeared on the list and the person was subsequently declared the winner. Even motor park associations won’t be this crude!

A Dishonourable Honourable

A stolen Mandate
It’s involved not involve 🙄

Honourable Tunji Olawuyi was declared the winner. He is currently representing our constituency at the House of Representatives – without anything concrete to show for his time there. As you can see from the image above, he had contested for the upper house seat – senate. He lost and upon losing, a plan was hatched to keep him in his current seat and yank off the winner – not caring whose horse is gored.

It’s a different thing if you run for an election and lose, as painful as that is, you face the reality and move forward, now to be declared winner, with people already congratulating you and then callously thrown out! This will do some harm to anybody’s mental health.

That is the injustice that was meted out on Segun. Nothing good comes out of being fraudulent, and any position taken by force will still be taken back. To what end? Nothing good comes out of being evil and wicked, one day, the wickedness of the wicked will come to an end.

We’ll all exit this earth one day, you know what outlives us? Our deeds. The evil deeds of all the conspirators will certainly outlive them. I’ll be a thorn in your flesh throughout this election period. You may think my voice is inaudible, but remember, little drops of water make a mighty ocean. Moreover, the voices behind mine are many, we are legion…

Life is Fleeting

A stolen Mandate

Life is fleeting, one day we are here, but no one is assured of tomorrow. Ipo ama tan, owo ama fo lo, iwa loju, iwa lewa, toju iwa re ore mi (Positions will run their course, money will take flight). Our beauty lies in our character.

Enhance your character, my friend,
Prosperity could depart from one’s home,
And beauty could retreat from people’s bodies.
Today’s rich could become poor tomorrow,

Opulence is like ocean’s surfs; it is like ocean’s waves,
They come and go from one’s home as they please;
But, only good character follows one to the grave,
Money is not everything to anyone.

Good character is the beauty of a mortal,
What if you are wealthy without good character?
Who would trust you with something serious?

Translated version of a yoruba poem by Chief JF Odunjo

Politics here I come

Segun is not desperate for that seat, any protest he put up was for the injustice meted out on him, God forbid that we keep quiet when we’re being treated unfairly. There are other ways he has been and will keep helping our community. A bigger platform would just have enabled him to do more

Now, I, on the other hand, won’t be quiet. I mentioned earlier that I’ve never liked politics. It’s a dirty game and the crooks seem to always win. However, the only way we can get the right people in is by getting involved. Opposition parties, I’m open…

This is war

Let us all be mad together. 🚶🏾‍♀️🚶🏾‍♀️🚶🏾‍♀️

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