In commencement, this must begin with a cliche, for what is unfolding is not novel . In the end , even in all its mutations and profusions , there is a stupefying banality to evil.
Admittedly, in the reckoning of the majorly aggrieved, this is long overdue.
Indeed, they say, it’s had innumerable incarnations but despite all the missed opportunities afforded the other half( the minuscule governing and lording it over the great unwashed, the impoverished citizens and silent majoritarians ), to govern in the interest of the greater number, the upheavals and convulsions imminent, have only proved but one immutable thing( fact);that Nigeria is peopled by red- blooded human beings and that Nigeria would not be the first ahistorical nation; that Nigeria would be governed by and be subject to the inexorable laws of nature/ history. Nigeria will not dance to a tune yet not composed, she shall March according to the laws that govern the affairs of men and nations, and heaven shall not fall.

In my estimation, There is an ordinariness to all this, but what is not ordinary is the emergence of the “begging collective “; the poor have turned our lords of the manor to mere mortals; the rich are crying ( crocodile tears) and disturbing us with the cacophony of their begging.

When the” privilegentsia “consume, more than its sweat entitles it to, the poor and deprived will have to “make do” with only what’s left, and this will be the rich and fat cats , remaining , as available repast to assuage the hunger in their stomachs , which hunger is fostered by the bad governance of the privilegentsia

Suddenly The grumblings of the stomachs of the poor , for long disregarded , have now attained and achieved critical syncopation and the guilty are afraid.

Everyone is now begging everyone of them not to protest; Maigida and Babangida are now joined in a common enterprise; begging maiguard and asawo ati awon boys, not to protest.

In my view, whether the protest now takes place or not, its main purpose is already achieved; everyone is now begging the poor not to rock the boat.
We never imagined that the day will dawn, when the Janus faced, fork tongued , grabbing , rapine and rapacious “kakistocrats and kleptocrats “ strutting the streets of opulence will on bended knees, initiate and now join the national pastime of begging the poor, but what is this begging for and about; that there’d be a cessation of bad governance or just seeking reprieve from the portents imminent ??.
The faceless, pauperised poor have now turned the rich to mendicants and beggars; but “oro Ebe o sele”; Fela said so; for when “area cast and jungle matures”, there’d be no place for begging.

Kongi hectored and pretended to lecture, from a wobbly and termites infested lectern, in forced response to the importunings of the supplicant and bewildered poor, to whom he had been a guide and lightning rod in similar times in the past that we should grab and enter his throat “to extract his sought , fitting description of the tableau of want that has gripped our land; a general horror , like manifest in these times that , he would have assayed , as he had severally in times past, were his “molebi”not the occupant of the throne. But even he could not escape the pull of “molebi “ and I cringe before “Odole “, that Adimu can falter in winter and render an “undarnable “rent in his cassava sticks .

Yes o, begging rents the air; everyone is “bebeing “, the traditional class is Drinking pasisei; the thieving and hollow soul politician in and out of power is in mockery , begging.
In bewilderment I look , and marvel at being ringside witness to the verity of the title of the tome;” The Rich also Cry”.
I am a Nigerian and as Nigeria has not proved impervious to the March of history, let me also not prove impervious to the current trend and national preoccupation; me sef go join the beggars to beg the majorly aggrieved; abeg make una no protest; dem go change, Abi.
Ikoli.