Those of you who bother to read my occasional intervention on this page will bear witness to one glaring omission on my part. I try to avoid jumping on the bandwagon of comments and opinions whenever any of our many totally avoidable national calamities and political upheavals rears its gruesome head. I have a number of reasons for this. First is that I truly believe that there are younger columnists and commentators like Simon Kolawole and Kayode Komolafe who are now carrying the torch of our national outrage to a new and higher level of poignancy. Old codgers like me can then take a back seat, dream dreams while these young guns see visions. May be they can be heard since we appear to have been whistling in the wind all these years.
The other is that in the us-and-them, for-me-or-against-me, friend-of-my-enemy-is-my-enemy nature of Nigerian politics, I do not want to carry the stigma of mistaken identity. This is important to me because I belong to only one political party called FRN – Federal Republic of Nigeria. I therefore try to focus on what I feel can help us as a nation to recognise the dangers of our national delusion, deception and denial. For, if I may say so, I have seen the 21st century and it works. And contrary to our delusion of greatness, our country is nowhere near the 21st century.
It is therefore wise that when you get to a certain age and stage, you use your tongue to count your teeth, as my Igbo people will say. But when you keep doing that and finding a good number of your teeth missing for no reason that you can account for, it becomes necessary to change course; to use your tongue for the purpose for which God gave