LIMPING OLYMPIAN

 REPORIENTATION 


LIMPING OLYMPIAN

Law wears no crown but rules over the king. This can only be true outside the land of "Jogbo." Jogbo, our dearest Jogbo where our rulers and their teams make the law  of the land a footstool. Their maids doctor the law like roadside mechanics just to afford their lords a handshake with favour. They make no law in favour of the king's subjects.


Of a truth, they sleep in luxury the subjects cannot afford; what they cannot get, they employ a long harvesting knife. Do they care if the followers can't even afford the usury? Recklessness has forgotten his tooth deep in their flesh. 


The King of Jogbo, his "baales" and his chiefs are competing with cars and houses when the subjects keep struggling to afford a meal per day. They wine and dine morning, afternoon and evening; every day is meant for celebrations even when the citizens mourn. The cries of the citizens mean nothing greater than the sound of a swarm of bees.


In Jogbo, citizens have no reason to register their pains and hardship with the king, that simply infuriates him and he tags it FELONY. Whoever does not please the King's team is harassed by the king's guards... What a kingdom where oppression thrives!


Jogbo, the limping kingdom, your kings, over the generations do not  see to getting your right leg healed, what pricks their hearts is amassing wealth without end. Your princes are now maids in a foreign land; seeking a waterbed to put their backs on when ease has long fled the land. How well will you finish the race when your right leg is dragging? No one goes to the Olympics with injured athletes.


...and for a better Nigeria, I will not lose hope; but we all should do what we have to do.


THE REORIENTATORS



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