Tunji Ibrahim

(Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria.)

The Cabals


Now let's throw a cursory look at the tepid tirant and his subsidy regime. The macabre dance maddeningly persists. Protests never press a pause and the very same imbizo flows in recurring decimal of the tarantella. Its aftermath still a gruesome tangential murder. While their cohorts unabashedly epitomise a reactionary reversal of the efforts at economic megalomania and revival of social order... as always, the cabals fail not to manifest themselves as a chronic symptom of social miasma, economic quagmire and political phantasmagoria...

Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2012
Edited: Saturday, December 15, 2012

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'Justice is the bond of men in states, and the administration of justice, which is the determination of what is just, is the principle of order in political society'... ARISTOTLE... One is right to deduce that the equilibrium of Nigerian politics is analogous to the perpetual flow of will, as a viable and enviable ideological arrangement, dictated by and justified in favour of the valour of a known few: a long-term balance of interests can be achieved by the interplay and conflict between the pursuit of short-term individual ones. The general will is an echo of redundancy. For long, as-a-matter-of-factly, people are being rather clumsily swept in the foggy bottomline of doubt. Hence, when the fuel subsidy removal reared its ugly head, people felt government was at it again, and wouldn't fold their arms as always, thereby shooting some incendiary fire by way of protest... to extricate the government from bouncing its ball in such a field of play. The government, that is Mr Jonathan administration, and the cabals became fiendishly infatuated with the resolve to hold a round table meeting, the aftermath of which gave birth to a reverting condition... invariably dangled between #140 and #120. Some price duress. A far cry from the #65 per litre. Yar'adua came on board to meet the fuel price at #70. He lamented and sliced it down to #65. This was not aft easy for him. He had to win the cannibalistic war against the grisly machination and cataclysmic intrigue of the cabals, that is, the ex-government officials and political godfathers who, by virtue of their clout, realistically and ghoulishly control the government and the volitile destiny of Nigerian economy. Salus populi est suprema lex... That is: the welfare of the people is the paramount law.

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  • Valsa George (1/30/2013 8:05:00 AM)

    From what I understand, there is some similarity between the political situation in Nigeria and India! The same fuel price issue is troubling the masses here! But the government policies are always influenced by the decisions and vested interests of the Cabals and often social welfare is sadly disregarded! A great poem Tunji, But as ever, this poem also is a rhetoric of words! ! (Report) Reply

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