From afar, chickens and goats are not so scared in Nigeria anymore as exchange of baton for the next season draws closer;
From afar, domestic animals and vegetables are all aware that the middle class is completely erased by bad governance in Nigeria;
From afar, all commodities are aware of the prevailing socioeconomic realities in Nigeria as the rainy season gets set to welcome the dry season;
From afar, even petrol is enjoying senior jokes as it plays catch up in the new price regime game with ordinary kerosene that is no longer ordinary, as it is in the mix with the big boys;
Howbeit, the sweet aroma of orisi-orisi dishes, spiced with roundabout ,shaki,towel and kpokpotikpo linger near , wafting closer and closer by the day;
The Governors forum is in forlorn mood while NULGE and ALGON relish their newfound financial autonomy, though devoid of political autonomy;
Minimum wage is foot dragging ,at snail speed, unlike no-more- fuel-subsidy fiat order from BAT, leaving civil servants in tatters;
Senior citizens, some retirees, have been reduced to weeping infants, with prices of staples forcefully hitting the rooftop ,heading to the high heavens;
Some souls, slaughtered by trigger happy cops, during the end bad governance protest, are still chilling in the morgue ,yet to hear from Mr. Commander-in-Chief
Comrade Anwana Esin Jr is chilling ,with Joseph Robert ,his pal and dependable ally ,in that Great Bosom of Abraham;
Senior Comrades Grace Akpan and Edet Nsungwara are enjoying God’s Grace ,as elevation come calling,a welcome development in the MOI;
Comrades Nsikak Essien and Uwem Ben,steeped in the euphoria of joining management cadre, both jolly good fellows,are still De Monk’s pal;
Pupils and students alike are in high spirits to go bag their certificates, even those obtained from glorified secondary schools in Nigeria, Togo and other neighbouring countries,are eager, too;
The trending mantra remains: “tear the certificate for me jare, certificate na paper, just tear the thing for me, my uncle go give me job”
De Monk,enboldened by God Almighty, waxes stronger by the day for the top job in NUJ, Akwa Ibom State Council, even as consultation gathers momentum;
In this orisi-orisi panorama ,Santa Claus draws inches closer, even as Bonny M lets fly that age-old tune: Felix Navidad, Felix Navidad…
But , Sly De Monk, ensconced in the monastery, seeps, and quietly so, the lyrics of Emy : ” One day at a time, Sweet Jesus…” welcomes his numerous fans to September, the first of the – Ember months;
Congratulations my beloved comrades, as we head into the Ember months, relishing God’s Grace!
