
While the political chapters unfurled gradually in the State, we allowed ourselves distraught by the shameful season of anomie we foisted on ourselves. At every political opportunity, we hamstrung ourselves by literally selling our land to others because of in-house bitterness. Our existential story became one ālifeā, according to Herbert Gold, āin which dog-eat-dog is manās (our) closest palā. We focused more on settling scores with ourselves while our arch rival tribe schemed us farther away from promises accruable to us.
While an upstart like Mohammed Kabiru Shaibu and a few patriotic National Association of Ebira students crusaded fiercely for power shift under the āEbira Agendaā concept, a dissenting camp championed by the self style godfather of Ebira politics deafened us with the myopic āEbira Ajedaā intransigence, this group later metamorphosed into the monster called Action Congress (AC) that introduced the do or die electioneering campaign in Ebiraland. The AC splintered from the Peopleās Democratic Party (PDP) in our attempt to wrest power from Igalas. The move failed for two major factors: first because the spirit behind it was self-serving, it was intended to teach the few Ebiras in PDP some lesson. (It was mission vendetta), second because mobs were allowed to direct the campaign to the exclusion of enlightened youths of the land. We left our common political enemies and made enemies of ourselves. So, lives were lost, properties destroyed and some were maimed for life. We carpeted the other camp for fault we committed ourselves. And we are nursing our suppurating injuries today. Read full article here
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