Load your contending opinion for bread on the scale,
And it won’t weigh for much.
Of all the most blessed name to date.
And don’t ask me who I like today.
Many who claim ignorant of him
Live but in desperate grudge denial.
Or worse still are Ajoji gogogbo*
His name rings a bell, an Alarum bell.
Of his political rivals. Who repeatedly
Reeled under his many political lessons
So beautifully and forcefully scripted.
Same that beckons loyalists to memorable feasts in Bourdillon.
‘Selfless, generous to a fault,’ they crowed in unison.
Even rivals, licking their wounds in retreat caucuses, admit as much;
Cringe at the matchless such.
A man many love to hate;
Many hate to love.
Rethink his sudden political ascension!
I bet only a psychic few saw it coming.
Like torrential rainfall unheralded by the cloud.
Which in its innate magnanimous manners keeps enmity with no one,
But drench all who are within reach.
A kind, fair Godfather to every loyal godson and god-daughter.
An Awoist? you ask.
The records speak for itself.
You can’t miss that with as little effort.
Paraventure you do, check him out in those trademark cap and glasses.
But he has been there and still standing a wasp tail legend.
Paid the asking price and took the crown. Guess what,
He emerged into daylight with a perfect long neck
All for the sake of titular beads.
Where timid Princes cowered away to fears saying- ’I don’t want to die.’
And stand no chance of assuming kingship
Even if it’s the turn of their fathers’ houses.
With others, his hands bravely raised
The daring lamp to the eyes of that sovereign Kako*
Breathing down our necks with deathly wand in hand.
Once, his killer squad with its Rogered arrowhead, circling, like hungry sharks.
He perfectly mimic the shade of a limping lame
And escaped being eaten in the ocean of democratic struggle.
Radiant now like a fire-tested precious stone.
The darling of slaves and free-born alike.
What would be their lot, if not hunger and suffering,
A thousand wretched giving the wealthy a wide berth.
And he has a treasured political base, Lagos.
Where his word is law and rivals are forever disgruntled.
Repeatedly coveted by Abuja to no avail.
Rooted, tactical and thoroughgoing he achieved decisive victories
Against the federal foe with its dizzying war-chest of money and might.
When others were undone by fake bargain, stabbed in the back,
Rallying in alliances with the treacherous Owu’s demon.
He stood his ground a political purist and laugh raucous last.
Here, rival simply were left mesmerised..
Now to the sweetest of his political ascendancies:
Once more, he proved protean his politics and went national.
The brain-box that unified the house of oppositions,
And marshalled them into battle.
The rest, like they use to say, is history.
The one proverbial Bullet so long beaten by the rain
Like it would crumble at the edge.
The one proverbial Mountain so long beaten by the rain
Like it would crash at the base.
Yet the same Mountain is standing and cannot be uprooted
Triumphing over the contending plains.
Note: Ajoji godogbo is a yoruba phrase that denotes a common stranger who knows next to nothing about domestic affairs of the realm S/he is visiting..