●》…Why we must truthfully examine the politician’s tapestry and state of mind
African (for context, read Nigerian) political elites seem to have emerged as a mosaic of lineages, yet one might venture a quiet conjecture: a subtle re-examination if the full spectrums of the human were softly and suddenly dimmed within them especially in certain critical issues such as the fight for the soul and survival of political vehicles for election in Nigeria. I am referring to the endless infighting in the Labour Party, PDP, ADC (in almost all the States), SDP, APC (should they lose power at the centre anytime in the future) and the list goes on.
Take the case of the PDP! How does the mind, in lucid deliberation, orchestrate the unbuilding of a dwelling once cradled in reverence, once kissed by the light of adoration, once weighed in the heart’s own scales, once vowed never to be unloved, once declared as the breath in your nostrils and once cherished and adored?
By what shadowed arts, and to what vanishing horizons, may such ruin unfold?
When a marriage must dissolve—like a vow unspooling into silence—need the parting be a tempest of thorns, a cataclysm of shattered porcelain, a labyrinth of acrid ink? Or may it exhale, gentle as dusk?
Must the dissolution of such marital bliss be catastrophic, calamitous and messy as we are witnessing?
What alchemy of spirit, what whispered discipline of the soul, allows one to release a thing whose purpose has drifted beyond the horizon of need?
You have pronounced the beast departed, its breath a memory, its form ripe for the earth’s quiet embrace—yet still you cradle the cooling carcass, fingers laced through rigorous mortis. What tender pathology of mind lingers here, what elegy refuses its own amen?
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You said the PDP is dead! Yet you are dragging its carcasses with those you said had the mandate for its quiet interment? To what end and extent should politics be played?
Should we not offer hymns and pour libations to their other folks and kindred spirits who stoicly bolted to the other vehicular platforms to seek refuge?
Will it be incongruous to suggest and counsel a total abdication of all concerned for a peaceful funeral of the “leaking umbrella”?
Some say the umbrella is a seed planted and germinated across the nooks and crannies. I agree. But for ingrafted plants, don’t we all acquiesced that some seeds must be dead and buried for them to regenerate? Will the umbrella defile this natural law as a rooted entity? Are the roots too deepened and entrenched to dry up?
These questions, poised like lanterns in fog, beckon contemplation and a genuine examination of the mental reasoning of the average politician in Africa. Disturbing!
■ Itote Damisa is an Abuja-based lawyer.
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