How Long Will Nigerians Remain Fools? – Etcetera Speaks Again

Etcetera speaks again!!!, see what he has this time:

In Nigeria, there are three classes
of people: The Masses, The
Politicians, and The Rich.

The masses are the puppets, the
politicians the hand that controls
the puppets and the rich the hand
that controls the politicians.

The politicians have the system
totally rigged in their favour.

They have made it compulsory for
the masses to vote from a list
selected by them knowing that as
blind as the masses are, they may
never realise they can actually have
a choice.

In the upcoming presidential
election, the masses have been
given no choice but to choose
between two candidates forced
upon them by the politicians.

What if Buhari and Goodluck
Jonathan are not exactly what the
masses want?
Are we going to have recourse
when they fail as they always do, to
honour their promises?
There seems to be a spot in every
Nigerian, a soft spot in our
consciousness like the one in a
baby’s head, which, if pressed or
stroked in the right way, reduces us
to giggling children with mouths
full of candy.

That spot is what I call a “Mumu
Button.” And any person that finds
and presses that mumu button in
Nigerians is on the road to wealth
and power.

As a youth, my faith in this nation
is disappearing like a fart in a
wind storm.

I have seen that even the most
intelligent and educated Nigerians,
when you press their mumu button,
they turn into docile drooling
puppy dogs, panting happily.

Obviously, every politician in this
country understands this, but for
some reason, the masses don’t.
My mumu button has been pressed
many times too, but unlike many
people, mine has become calloused
due to misuse and abuse.

But since I realised what the
politicians are, they can’t press my
mumu button anymore.

I see politicians as conmen, I see
them like those Ebonyi State boys
trying to sell fake wrist watches to
me in traffic, I see them like
pastors.

They are always too eager to sell
their plans and schemes, to
convince us that their government
will bring “change,” and if we
support their candidates, we will be
led out of the darkness into light.
And somehow in every election, an
amazing number of us fall for it.
We keep buying the scam over and
over.

With Buhari and Jonathan, we have
again swallowed the same con
hook, line, sinker, rod, reel, creel,
boat, motor, and even the river,
down our throats like a starving
dog would gulp a piece of rotten
meat without sniffing it first.
Why does Buhari want to be
president so badly? Who is really
financing Goodluck Jonathan’s N21
billion campaign and at what cost
to the nation if he gets reelected?
When will the masses pull their
numbers on the streets and
demand for the simple things of
life?
Are we ever going to stop rolling
over our backs with our legs wide
open like a prostitute waiting for
her customer?
With everything we see in the
media, to be a successful politician
depends on talk, or more precisely,
smooth talk.
The masses love smooth talk.
It lulls us into some kind of
euphoric state. With smooth talks,
they have convinced most
Nigerians that night is day, bad is
good, and most recently, stealing is
not the same as corruption.
It saddens me whenever I see a
group of people arguing that Buhari
is better suited for the presidency
than Goodluck Jonathan or vise
versa.
Therein lies the con of all: can’t we
see that both candidates are being
financed by the same group of
individuals? That’s right, the very
same people.

Whoever becomes the president on
February 14 is still their choice.
The elections are nothing but
theatrical productions to keep us
distracted and pacified so we won’t
revolt and demand better
government.

To some of you naive souls who are
still under the spell of all the
jangbajantis they taught you in
school, let me explain what election
truly is in Nigeria: the next
president will only get into office
by playing ball with the likes of the
Dangotes and other power brokers,
and by telling you and me what we
want to hear.

I have heard things like, his
running mate is a pastor, he is holy
and credible.
My friend, by the time anybody
gets to be presidential material,
he’s been bought ten times over.