The facetious modus operandi of disgruntled and disaffected elements, who presume that the esteemed Grammar Meister Extraordinaire has been vanquished, liquidated, subjugated and rendered incommunicado, must NEVER be allowed to prevail in ANY contest of substance into which mortals are cast by the whimsical twists of fate and misfortune, particularly in the context of today's manifestly destabilizing cross currents whose cardinal significance modulates the prevailing locus standi, in a continuously variable manner.

I submit that there is in fact no modus vivendi, which deliberately or inadvertently fails to conform with the transcendental elucidating legislative proclivities and tendencies set forth by our founding fathers, that can realistically be sustained or propagated in furtherance of such a travesty of electoral justice, given the unequivocal resolve that we, the constituent assemblage of introspective scholars, bring to the table of geo-political barter and jurisprudence.

The facetious modus operandi of disgruntled and disaffected elements, who presume that the esteemed Grammar Meister Extraordinaire has been vanquished, liquidated, subjugated and rendered incommunicado, must NEVER be allowed to prevail in ANY contest of substance into which mortals are cast by the whimsical twists of fate and misfortune, particularly in the context of today's manifestly destabilizing cross currents whose cardinal significance modulates the prevailing locus standi, in a continuously variable manner.

I submit that there is in fact no modus vivendi, which deliberately or inadvertently fails to conform with the transcendental elucidating legislative proclivities and tendencies set forth by our founding fathers, that can realistically be sustained or propagated in furtherance of such a travesty of electoral justice, given the unequivocal resolve that we, the constituent assemblage of introspective scholars, bring to the table of geo-political barter and jurisprudence.

Are u sure Jakumo you are not the honoured honourable because your investiture is similar if not a plagiarize thought of the honoured member

[size=18pt]ON HEARING YOU LOST YOUR COVETED SIT IN THE HOUSE[/size]

I hope it is not true that our only and mastery parlitician in no other person than obahiagbon has lost his coveted sit in that citadel of clowns, the only voice of reasons in that heaven of gluttonic excesses, who is going to come to albeit in his mastery grammer to help and salvage the down and trodden from the trojan horses called big wigs who tramp on the populace w ithout fear and favour.

To them the mases are dispensable turkeys who can be shot at as a sport for amusement, no wonder eleweomo the Ibadan thug not the most honest of men got the treatment from the rifle of men who were playing and preactising the sports of kings on their subjects.

The subjects in the their naivety rather than clamour for release from their dire strangulation in their indolence and illetracy praise these blood suckers to the high havens, hoping that, that one dollar spoken and talked about in every relevant ecomomic indices can become a reality, they know within their own conscience that, that one dollar is some dollar too many. It is only equitable to the saying " if wishes where horses beggars would ride

[size=18pt] Another good eulogy that needs to be on this thread for the honoured member!![/size]

The news of Patrick Obahiagbon losing his primary election has me suffused with emotional narcolepsy. In fact, i find myself oscillating between the umbra and penumbra of disabling catalepsy!
Such a reckless display of narcissistic and flamboyant hedonism on the part of the malevolent and myopic pepper-souping ragamuffins is capable of encumbering our nascent democracy with insidious, repercussive and cataclysmic exigencies!

One cannot help but be overcome by melancholy at the prevailing plutocracy which has eviscerated the esteemed purveyor of Uncle JB trousers, who by his fashion sense, conferred a new meaning on the street lexicon "Jump up".

It is with sadness that we wave adieu to such an extravagant fashionista whose Gargantuan steps still resound echoingly through the hallowed Chamber of the house, and in whose presence lilliputian minded political rentiers withered like grass in the ephemeral North Pole summer.

This is a lesson to every big grammer  monomaniac. The tub-thumping of big grammer is not a collateral for winning the hearts of people.

The precre-la-deprecre i read on this gyraise portrays Hon Obahigbon as a jargonist whose la-communicade is enveloped in a world of ruiphelism!

To this, I take an exception.
If anything, Hon Obahigbon is a luxurious, solemn Engerrish speaker, whose persionage malandbrity  is held in the highest regard, even by passionate surbodinates.  It's only in a sadonic state of the world engulfed in an euphoria of political parapoism that such vila-de-fendi of a hero is uncelebrated

By the way, can anyone perspicaciously and with celerity call the attention of[b] Kosovo[/b] to this thread?

Dear Honorable,

You resonated with a divine halo of an iconic personage in your political odyssey in the Nigerian parliamentary Olympian. Although your stint in the house was replete with an appreciable crave for quixotic grammatical megalomania, NL and your esteemed followers will greatly miss the portmanteau of conundrum that your language used to deposit us in.

Bon voyage.

Ibime:

One cannot help but be overcome by melancholy at the prevailing plutocracy which has eviscerated the esteemed purveyor of Uncle JB trousers, who by his fashion sense, conferred a new meaning on the street lexicon "Jump up".

It is with sadness that we wave adieu to such an extravagant fashionista whose Gargantuan steps still resound echoingly through the hallowed Chamber of the house, and in whose presence lilliputian minded political rentiers withered like grass in the ephemeral North Pole summer.

Whooooooo yeah !  Ibime You's DA MAN !      I'll say that one more time, YOU IS DA MAN !

The dishi ma pisma of Nigerian political theatre has claimed our beloved legislator. For sure your political detractors can sagaciously and lugubriously claim "veni vidi vici" they came , saw you peppersouping, ise wuing and bigstouting in the house and hence conquered you .

bookmarking lol

OMG i nvr knew dat loads of nairalanders can speak bigger gramer dan HON Patric himself. Had d HON effectively represented his people wela without becoming a paliamentory clown i guess dey wld ve returned him. They wanted a good representation and not a comedian who ended up creating more confusion with his vocabs than making an unambigous contributions on serious national issues. Though i will miss his comic relief nothing more. Goodbye HON PATRIC hp 2c u again when u ve learnt to communicate in a simple language may be his people will understand him beter and return him back. 4nw i will make do with vocabs i learnt from u which im sure will serve me for a long long time

[size=18pt] Hon Obahigbon IN HIS Law School Days  an encounter with a fellow collegue[/size]

My initial contact with him was not entirely auspicious. In our first encounter we disagreed about certain seating arrangements in a tutorial session, and exchanged words and glances which were far from cordial. But to his eternal credit, at the end of the session, he walked up to me, with his hand extended in a gesture of friendship, and declared in his unmistakable baritone voice:

‘My name is Pat Obahiagbon formerly of the University of Benin, you and I stand to gain much more from each other by being friends than by being enemies.’


He was a class act and I have not, even till this day, forgotten that memorable encounter. And neither have I forgotten what ensued in the tutorial session that day. For Pat was to take centre stage in the most riveting fashion in a run-in with the tutorial master of the day; a man widely regarded as being very eccentric and an expert on the subject in view; a certain Mr. Adubi. As it happens, it fell to Pat to analyse a rather difficult question for the benefit of the class. And his attempt to unravel it proceeded thus:

Pat: ‘With respect sir, this question indents on omnibus.’

Mr. Adubi: ‘I beg your pardon’.

Pat: ‘Sir, I say again, that this questions indents on omnibus.’

Mr. Adubi: ‘Mr. Man, please come down to my level. Please have another go at it. And this time, please remember that even the vener
able Lord Denning uses language that is easily understandable by children’.

Pat: ‘Okay sir, I shall have another go. With respect sir, I submit that this question is a cul-de-sac’.

At this point in the exchange, the tutorial class burst into fits of laughter. But Pat remained unperturbed insisting that the question was inaccessible to reason and therefore beyond resolution.

That encounter was to be for me, a prelude to, and a basis for, many more entertaining encounters between us; encounters which would leave me in stitches of laughter, but much richer in stock of vocabulary. From then on, whenever I saw him, I was quick to seek his views on topical issues affecting the country. On one occasion, I sought his views on General Babangida’s administration; to which he responded:


‘General Babangida’s rule has left Nigeria in a state of higgledy-piggledy.’  

                                           
On another occasion, I asked him what his views were on the prospects of a political battle between the Ibrus and the Igbenidions in the old Bendel State. He looked me square in the eye and said:

‘Bendel State is about to witness a state of political kamikaze’.  

In an entirely different setting before a full class of candidates, he challenged a lecturer on his perceived failings in providing certain important literature in a timely fashion; telling him on that occasion:

‘Your failure to provide this pertinent literature, on time, has left us in a state of maniacal bewilderment.’    
   

But this was not to be his best contribution to the verbal arts. In another dramatic encounter in which he volunteered to read out a specific provision of a piece of legislation, and to do so verbatim; he could not resist the temptation of adding his distinctive stamp to the task, and in doing provoking the ire of the lecturer leading the session.

The text in question read, and I quote:

‘If a legal practitioner objects …’  

But in his rendering, he said:

‘If a legal practitioner demurs …’

To which the lecturer cried out on hearing, “where do you see the word ‘demur' in the text?” Pat was quick to respond in firm style, saying to the lecturer:

“Madam, ‘demur’ is another word for ‘object’.”

The lecturer was not impressed. And she went on to threaten him with failure in his exams, should he decide to adopt such an approach in his finals. At this point, the whole class erupted in laughter.

Pat is a loquacious man and one given to bombast; but his exotic vocabulary, no matter how highfalutin, is properly founded in the dictionary, as even a cursory check will reveal. Although, prosodically, he may not be the most poetic sounding in his delivery, he is nonetheless, a master of his art.

Over the years, on occasion, I have thought about Pat and wondered about his well being. And, anytime I am opportuned to meet anyone from the University of Benin from that period, I am always quick to ask after his welfare. So, it was particularly satisfying to discover recently, that he now pursues a career in politics; a profession which guarantees and provides him with a ready platform and audience.

I knew it. Beneath all the light-hearted joviality lies the soul of a true gentleman.

See you soon, Patrick, for we know you will be back.

@know all: That was a nice piece. I dnt knw if im crying or laughing after reading dat sturf. Thats jst d way he has developed himself 2be there4 we shld jst accept him d way he is and im sure he is a nice guy too

Forget the legislative rascality and political gambadoism, I tender my unreserved apologia for coming late to this thread.

Jarus:

Forget the legislative rascality and political gambadoism, I tender my unreserved apologia for coming late to this thread.

Sit tight folks, the heavyweights are on final approach, and there is going to be some serious turbulence up in here.

perplexed by all the complex lexis. . . men of great sagaciousness

Though it's been over a week since the electoral dethronement of the avuncular grammarian, one cannot emancipate oneself from reminiscing wistfully over the joviality of watching the honourable legislator command the house microphone with the perspisacity of an Achebe, yet interspersed with the befuddling complexity of a Soyinka.

It is this contradiction which endears Mr Obahiagbon to oneself, for although his lexicon sounded grandiose, his message was often simple and straight to the point.