Smartphone, Digerati, Smart Mob: Home Work For DSP Magaji Musa Majiya

Smartphone, Digerati, Smart Mob: Home Work For DSP Magaji Musa Majiya

When a man sets on the path to infamy, you can only bid him may his road be smooth. If he pauses in the sane community to define the people as birds of the same feather, it’s duty-bound for those who can see through him to beat some senses into his head. If he wants to take them in as a collective fools, it is equally a fundamental responsibility to check his excess and shame him.

On October 23, 2015, a police officer ran over an old woman while driving on hard drug. The officer was on anti-Daba squad, a special team set up to check narcotics and thug activities around Kano metropolis.

Bystanders and the officer came to lift her off for hospital.  At the foot of the vehicle, overpowered by drugs, the officer let her limp body fall down. On the way, before reaching the hospital, the woman died.

Dead certain he is dealing with helpless citizens, police spokesperson at Bompai Headquarters,  DSP Magaji Musa Majiya, appeared on the media to debunk eyewitness account claiming that the officer was not speeding on hard drugs. “Only medical doctors can explain whether he was on narcotics or not,” he said.

Majiya, have you said this? Sure, there is some sense in your argument, never minding that it is a lie. Of all the daily experiences and encounters, common sense dictates that people will be able to distinguish a drunken when they see one. It isn’t brain surgery.

Since you have left your brain somewhere, the following questions await you:

When your boys go out on operation, do they take people they arrested first to the hospital for medical examination before charging them of illegal drug use? Why changing the rule at the middle of the game?

It isn’t a shame for Majiya, the supposedly custodian of law, to give cover to murderers. 

He goes to the media any time there is a cloud hovering over his boys’ heads to defend them. In July last year, he came out publicly and defended officers who chased a man, fell down off his vehicle and died as a result. This creates doubts whether officers with criminal charges will ever be prosecuted.

What DSP Majiya has said about the murder of the old woman is simply an attempt to suppress the truth. To claim this, he is simply bragging the level of impunity at which he operates. Only a man with primordial mind can blissfully ignore the power of smartphone and attempt to deny a crime perpetrated publicly.  This betrays the pace at which Majiya is descending into retrogression and darkness. But Majiya risked himself and emerged as a winner. Nobody captured the incident.

One can as well be baffled. What Majiya meant when he said only medical doctors can confirm if the officer used narcotics?

His hope was that relying solely on words from medical doctors would automatically give him a room to influence the outcome of their findings. This would defeat any claim put forth by the public.

Majiya is also investing in people’s misery to think that there will be no sophisticated equipment in hospitals. But without medical examination, it is no-brainer to tell apart a clear-headed from inebriated, except for a blockhead like himself.

He is also certain nobody would follow up the case even if the said officer was to be found guilty. Later, I heard that the victim’s family had given up and blamed everything to God.

These disturbing developments show that we really need to have a more vibrant online community and smart mob in place to smoke the Lilliputian dunce from his cave so that he won’t keep trying to fool us again and again. There is as well a daunting task of making our people understand that speeding on hard drug that claims human life is not destiny. It is negligence and disregard for human life and evidence of great contempt for the country’s law by the custodian of the law themselves. Since the crime is perpetrated by the law enforcers, the punishment must be harsher and stricter in return.

I am a strong believer in mysticism, so I have to believe that minds connect. A lot of people doubt whether Majiya has the basic ability of comprehending simple logic, especially when he is so allergic to taking his ass a bit on a journey to basic reason underlined by the insolence such as what he did.

Upon chancing up such encounters, one always feels compelled to call into question the psychological wiring and qualification of these idiots. But I must concede that Majiya had attended school before he joined the service. Only that he dropped out at the beginning of the sanity lane. It is not assumption; it is concrete evidence because every so often I can hear him struggle with press release on radio. What I am not sure about is the invisible man who keeps him under rigorous training and rehearsal before he comes public to embarrass himself.

Since you insist you are ignorant, as a man who likes teaching absolute beginners, one must take heart and assist his fellow countryman. And one must do this in spirit of brotherhood. 

Me:  Are you aware we are in information age?

DSP: What does that mean?

Me: How many books have you read?

DSP: Five

Me: Pardon? (Cringing in shock)

DSP:  I said five. Baba da Inna, Buri, Labarin Zuciya, Sugar Girl, Rai Dangin Goro and Amina the Pampered Girl.

Me: Now you are going to translate these words into Hausa: Cup, aero-plane, orange.

DSP: Kofi

Me: Ehen

DSP: Jirgin sama

Me: Ehen

DSP: Lemo

Clap for yourself, I wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it over to DSP and asked him to pronounce it.  

“Dìgə raatee” DSP said confidently. “What does it mean?”

Me:  Let’s finish with the pronunciation first before we come to that. Look at the transcription, [dìjjə ratee].

 

There are a lot of roforofo learning centers in town. You can enroll in one to improve your reading skills. If you are so lucky, you can be like Wole Soyinka or Ibrahim Bello-Kano in just four months. But for the meaning of the word, I leave that as your home work.

There is additional book I want you to read: Smart Mob: The Next Social Revolution.

I won’t talk to you again until 2019. Make sure you do the assignment before we meet.

The Wearer Knows Best Where The Shoe Pinches

 

What do you think of a woman who seeks divorce from her husband because he would make her stupid and she won’t tolerate it?

I was in an eatery with my employer when a conversation broke between him and a woman. She was telling him how she separated from her husband. She stopped him when he wanted to make her stupid as an educated woman.

Because women are always expected to be submissive, someone can say where this woman would find peace outside of her husband’s room? One can say she is arrogant.

Then I ponder alone in my mind that women are also humans like everyone. They can be sad, happy and can have taste, like and dislike. There is nothing wrong when a woman goes in pursuit of her happiness.

There are men who divorce their wives on account of being sad in their relationship. Then, do we think women are robots and have no feelings?  

I asked my friend one day if he could live with a woman whom he realized snored the first night of their marriage. He firmly answered in negative, he could not, even if she would be the only woman on earth.

For a woman, getting out of marriage on account of a snoring husband would attract harsh criticisms. But if she would be accorded basic human status, she would go for a choice that would make her happy and fulfilled. If only she could find her peace outside the marriage, she should be assisted in achieving her aspiration.

But a lot of people choose to subject women to untold agony.

It is injustice to view a person negatively for trudging a path that will bring them peace. We should not see this woman from the negative angle when she chose to get out of marriage she felt the husband was making her stupid. The woman was honest and sincere. If she clung to the marriage, she could have ended up depressed.

Depressed people are those who have a tad of miserable life that can result into debilitating mood disorder. Dismissing the concerns of this woman and many others like her is injustice.  The fact that living in sad condition or mental illness doesn’t receive the same sympathy as physical illness, makes her the only person as sufferer who can feel the real pain. It cannot be shown to another person or where surgery will be applied. It is a disease even the doctor could not understand.

Imagine living with a boring partner? Imagine living with such person as your wife. How would you feel at all? So if depression doesn’t spare men why should it spare women? 

One of the problems of the mental instability is that it prevents one from thinking and behaving normally. The sufferer’s thinking is quite different from the non-sufferer’s. They feel their self-worthy is low, miserable and bleak that they feel getting out of such situation is the only solution. And because the non-sufferer is watching from a safe distance, it is easy to accuse such women when they seek divorce. Sometimes if they continue in such marriage it results into odious; suicide or mariticide.

From commonsensical prism, insisting such woman should stay in the marriage, from the sufferer’s point of view, gripped by sadness, is like insisting a man with broken leg to walk normally. I heard the woman later in the discussion say the most regrettable thing she had ever made in her life was marrying the man.

Sincerely, it is a good idea she walked out of the relationship.

Confession

Confession

I have a confession. But please, don’t tell anybody. If you feel troubled, ease your conscience. I beg you to tell the person you are revealing this secret to that they should not tell it to another person all over again. If they should do, warn them to tell the person not further blabber it out. 

Here is my story.

My name is Feisal and my wife’s name is Zinaria. Our names are given to us with the hopes that we would bear their glory.

Before I got married, I walked around the streets of my area in shorts and singlet. Thirty years after, with age and children, there are many things I could not do now. I’ve gone bald and the remaining patches of hair in my head have already turned grey. Whisker, beard, goatee and moustache have grown all over my face. My grandchildren called me buzuzu!

Thank God. In spite of age, there are many who nothing has changed.

Long time ago I met Zinaria. She bore the glory of her name, cute, immaculate and spotless. Her cornrows were neatly plaited and tucked, sprawling down her nape. Her nails impeccably manicured and her toes pedicured, eyelashes carefully decorated. Throughout the years of our courtship, I had never seen a stain in her.

Zinaria was an angel. Her cuteness beat me. Whatever she touched felt wonderful on my tongue. She once gave me water and it was like honey.

I was always sweet and immaculate as well. She had never seen me repeat clothings. I wore new ones on every Friday I was to visit her. Because she was living at Kofar Nassarwa, I never risked going around Gwale in an outfit I visited her the previous day. I carried myself with extra-care and behaved very meticulously. Always on my guard, never did anything embarrassing.

We never let ourselves find faults in ourselves. Cleanliness and spotlessness were our watchwords and natural endowments and the promises we’d keep when we got married. Anytime we met, I told her that she smelt better than me.

First weeks of our marriage, she cooked delicious food and brought it in a small china dish the size I used to eat from when I was visiting her. I went hungry for some days. Later, I told her to increase my fill.

She was baffled.

One month into our marriage, I abandoned the habit of wearing new clothes already. I could wear anything now.  It was a rude shock for her to see me in untidy apparel.

From her part, things were equally opening up gradually. The only thing that stayed a bit longer was waking up early from bed. I had never seen her in a crumpled shape. Until one day, she was too late in bed. Since then, she no longer felt shy or embarrassed.

As time went by, the notion of her perfection was rapidly dispelled. She was just ordinary person like everyone. When I began to shout order at her, it was unbelievable. Me? I had never imagined shouting at my little angel that I was doing everything to please.

This was the girl I was hiding almost everything from and she was concealing her true self from me.

Both of us no longer bothered to appear meticulously neat and to impress each other. Familiarity brought out the reality in us and made us see our nakedness.

The promise of daily cuteness was never kept.

We were not inherently filthy.

It was too cumbersome.

The everydayness of life.

In Kano, We Are Not Ready

On this thing education, in Kano, we are not ready.

Public schools, we all know, have already been sinking deeper and deeper behind Stone Age standard. Nobody is doing anything really about the situation. Not even free education, which, in some ways, backfires.

Every year, like this time around, I voluntarily teach at a secondary school in my neighborhood while on vacation. I am not there for money. I am there for certain reasons, deep seated sympathy for the kids. I am there to put in little contribution realizing the kids’ peers around the world are on the verge of going out of the 21^st century. But that is not the problems when you look around and discover the majority of the continent is yet to arrive at the 21^st century in the 21^st century, living in a benighted world.

On second thought, I feel compelled to go to this school because I see that here in Kano there are kids schooling in high-end training environments. I want these poor kids to catch up with those African peers, or at least, to have some competitive training with students in Yandutse, Intercontinental, Kano Capital, St Louis and St Thomas etc.

I want to prepare them to have shaky foundation instead of the zero foundation they currently have. As secondary school kids, I want them to be like us when you were in Primary One. Like us, to be able to read Hausa texts and some kindergarten English phrases and sentences. To be able to read and write letters and understand simple arithmetic. 

Poor kids meet with a condition that ensures their total alienation from the ability to do what some of us did when we were in primary school while they were in secondary school. Thanks to free education.

Free education is good but is rife with atavistic deception and duping. It offers a cover with which officials use to shirk their real responsibility. The biggest problem is the sticking to the system when policy makers really know the initiative cannot be presently sustained.

In the school where I teach, the condition is Hepatitis A before it will slowly transform into B and C. When you compare the school with other public schools across the state, the school should be grateful. Only two set of classes are run in the afternoon where other schools divide the six classes three by three between morning and afternoon. Without telling, the situation comes from inadequate classrooms.

The school admits only sixty students per class instead of the one hundred and twenty plus students packed in a single roof. They have four computers, the envy of many schools.

The school management used to collect money from parents to fix broken desks between terms interval, buy few Mathematics and English texts books.

With this few resources, we want to groom these children.

To prevent the situation from escalating to Hepatitis B and C, I extended invitations to some of my friends to join me whenever they come on holiday. One is a final year student from the Department of Computer Science Usman Danfodio University, the second is from Pharmacy Department and the third from Political Science, both final year students of Ahmadu Bello University. But there is a big problem.

The school needs some funds to run its day-to-day activities. Government funding is very poor and nobody is certain about its coming on time. When I advised the principal to collect money from the students, she expressed fears: parents would report her in the media accusing her of imposing tax on the students despite government’s free education policy. They would curse her and abuse her and call her mean.

In the past, the school collected money from the students to buy aerosol, brooms, chalk, books and kill other small expenditures. Now free education forbids this. The school has been unable to pay a debt accrued for fixing broken chairs since last term.

Free education is not solution to the concomitant problems surrounding public schools system.  None of the policy makers enrolls their kids in public schools and they continue to pretend that what they are doing is right even when they believe that their kids won’t have quality education for free. You can’t take your child to a place where you pay top dollar and ask the public to send their kids to schools that offer free education. Except you have ill-feelings. When you hear Honourable A, B, C and X, Y, Z in government say the children are the leaders of tomorrow, categorically tell them they are liars. Like they rule you with impunity, they want their children to rule over your children.

Instead of this charade, officials should make it clear to the parents that they have a big share of responsibility in financing the education of their children. The truth should be unveiled to the public so that they would stop believing that next to God is Government in terms of abundant resources and possibilities as they are indoctrinated to believe for decades.

Free education is a short-run policy incentive until when government has put together adequate preparation. Considering our situation, this would be possible not in near future.

Sleep, sleep and time will come when you wake up to discover that almost everything has shifted hand to private sector and government is just a regulatory body. If you don’t start preparing by now, you will be in a great difficulty when the time comes.

We know the reputation of schools under Science and Technical Schools Board. They are not private schools nor free institutions. They are schools with some, should I say, backwater African school substandard funding and infrastructure. Seriousness and merit of the applicants come first as an utmost priority for enrollment. Even students from poor background have their families able to pay for their school fees. The school breeds generations of brilliant scientists and technologists in Kano.

It is not a rational decision to offer free education, especially at the grassroots level, to a people, whose majority, are not serious about the education of their children, parents who are reluctant to pay Parents Teachers Association dues. You should not offer free education to people who are unwilling to pay weekly alms to the Alaramma that teaches their children the knowledge of their own religion. You can’t offer something for free to somebody who does not value that commodity.

If government in Kano has genuine intent towards education sector, massive overhaul of the entire public school system should be undertaken, so as to make schools operate like those under Science and Technical Schools Board, making quality education accessible to only those who have genuine desire for it and would pay for it.

I am not capitalist, I understand the harsh reality of our people. While teenage Rukah and each of her friends can spend half a million naira to organize a show on campus, some families have to struggle for a month before they be able to get one thousand naira to pay for the school fees of their kids. But little money as charged in secondary and primary schools won’t kill. 

However, parents have their own lion share of the blame. I am yet to come across a family that has married off a daughter without furniture. It is the rule rather than the exception. Such cultural rule must be obeyed no matter the economic condition.  Family, relatives and even neighbors must produce such article to save their face. Insha Allah we will turn the situation around.

If people are always able to provide such costly commodities, why the society would fail to afford the education of their kids? If we do that, what we come for here on earth?

Our problems, poverty, disease, begging etc, will not vanish until we become truly educated either Islamic or Western. I seriously need to find reconciliation of the apparent contradictions between what religion says and what people are doing.

The only thing that can explain this deteriorating condition of education is unseriousness and mutual deception from the part of the officials and the parents. While official are deliberate and tactical, the masses are gullible and uncaring. I don’t know why people are very unwilling to care for the education of the children they have produced. They view education as unworthy endeavor that should be given for free. Free education seems to me like free ignorance.

If I will Die…

If I would die, I may not wish to die in mysterious circumstances. When I die, I want my family to be able to tell mourners that I died of little fever at night, brief stomach or headache, renal or any cause that clears off doubt.

I will not be happy from my grave to know that my family is in confusion as to the circumstance surrounding my death, whether I die of poisoning or stampede.

If Saudi authorities could not issue convincing statements for the families of victims of stampede at Jamraat to be able to know the cause for the death of their loved ones, certainly there is a great suspicion.

Statements are always oozing, and from the reported features of those injured, lying in coma, receiving treatment in Saudi Hospitals, the situation raises a lot of questions. So far, there have been serious doubts cast on the Saudi version of the event.

I may want to trust evidence statements from experts only, but frightening eye-witness accounts gushing forth should not be outright ignored.

Nobody is contending the death incidents, and the Saudi authorities are already on defensive. They act like the lives of people, especially the blacks, are inconsequential, and took to racism, heaping the blame on the black Africans, more nauseating, the fellow Africans here in Nigeria have echoed.

If I get several opportunities to travel to Saudi Arabia for pilgrimage currently, I will rather personally wait till the next several years to see what will become of the situation. If people continue to die in these breathing spaces and the benefit of the doubts I have extended to Saudi authorities, I will not attend hajj in my lifetime except on special capacities where I would be distinguished from the crowd so that when I die a comprehensive investigation will follow to explain the circumstances of my death. 

Even if I become rich, I will not risk my life to go to Saudi Arabia. I would rather stay in Nigeria to redoply my resources to build a house for a poor Alaramma, boost school enrollment for the children of the poor and donate books to local schools, buy sanitation equipment and distribute them to my local community and continue to do my normal act of ibadat from my home country. When I die and find myself on the smiling side, I would request the Almighty for my special hajj in the paradise.

Most of the pilgrims did not intend to go and die in the Holy Land. If we are talking of the proximity of blessing, the residents of the land should be dying first. You cannot tell me I die in blessing while when I die my children will be exposed to hardship.

I am not scientist, but my field of study is one that has to do with history and philosophy of science. Especially in the study of renaissance humanism, you will get to understand the tremendous power of human mind.  Next to God, is human being in terms of powers and possibilities. When humans are scheming things, Satan has to keep aside and watch mouth agape.

All those sciences courses are not over there in the university departments for merely paper calculation only.  As a student in humanities, my job is to think ahead of the scientist about some critical issues for the advancement of humanity so that based on my reflection; the scientist can create models ahead of the impending phenomenon.

You think science is totally separated from arts? 

Crowd Science, Crowd Management, Crowd Movement and Behavior, are all growing fields that stemmed from humanity which are going hand in hand with Mathematics, Architecture, Environmental Design, Geometry, Astrophysics and Geospatial Information Sciences in solving crowd problems.

The stampede is preventable, not merely a twist of fate.

    

An MTN Bill Gate Who Eats Warmed Tuwo And Drinks Koko

I couldn't tell actually where I was at the moment when the news broke. But one thing has sure stayed in my mind.

Since two days ago when a girl nearly shocked me with her call, considering the longevity of time she spent with me on phone chat and one Biggy introduced me to MTN credit giveaway, the bell never stopped ringing left, right and centre. Such huge amount in my phone,  #33,500, was no small matter. I called and people called; a lot of friendly phone calls from family and friends.

Someone has spent months without calling. The last time you parted was in quarrel. Now they would call you for greeting. “I just call to greet you.” When you hear something like this, you know there is smoke behind a fire. So now when I see a call from A, B and C, I know the reason. I know it is free credit season.

In the past, when I was a school kid, I was poor. I normally went back home to eat warmed Tuwo at break time. The same Tuwo that my university colleagues have now written a petition against me to declare it an abomination, embarrassment and harmful to the status of a college boy to devour it and proceeds to the morning lectures. Eat something fashionable, light and exotic, they warned, food like Indomie or any kind of pasta. Koko? - no, is also abominable. Drink tea.

Now I must confess that the biggest concern is not for the boys. I pity all these girls in the university! They didn't know that I have been stuffing my stomach with Towu before coming to the classrooms to set one foot after another in classy swag, staggering majesty and conceited arrogance. But I couldn’t help it. I was brought up with Tuwo and Koko and I pray they would forgive me for cheating on them. God bless those who give us what we love.

Now since MTN has made me a millionaire, I no longer have to drink Koko or begin to worry when it is twilight, and eight o’clock mode is activated. There has always been tension in the households throughout the country at this hour. Tuwo in the north, Eba in the Middle Belt, Amala in the west and pounded yam in the east. Every night, no change, for long, since Adam. Children begin to question the rationale of their parents behind this repetitive and consistent food culture at night.

With busy phone call engagements, you did not see me here nor heard from me. Yesterday was a complete write-up, the night extremely busy and it’s likely this morning would not be different. With such amount in my SIM card, the frequency and the number of phone calls will continue for the next few days. My only fear is that if this goes on, the body of network up in the sky is going to be harmed and the company's capital will suffer. Who will give us another bonanza in the future? I call all Nigerians to be less aggressive and pursue this free gift with consideration.

Imagine, you call a person and he or she will not pick only to call you back to tell you that they also have credit in their phone.  When you become a rich even for a week’s time, you will feel a sort of power and arrogance. I call one of my Hajia relatives and because she knows me, when she picked the phone she kept saying ''kashe na  bugo, kashe na bugo'' very agitated, not knowing that I too have become an MTN millionaire and I kept replying ''don't worry, don't worry'' like the other girl  told me.

She called. I knew this wasn’t her habit besides her notorious flashing. I was surprised and told her to hang up I would call back. My friend retorted that “don’t worry” and proceeded to inform me that she was also getting into prayer and I should not mind her credit. “Just hold the phone. Today you will hear my sweet voice reciting fatiha.” God bless the mother and the father of MTN.

I have done with the contacts in my phone and the credit did not show signs that it was going to shake soon. I began lending the phone out to friends to also chat with their friends. So please, you're hereby requested for God's sake to leave your number so that I would call you to be able to exhaust the credit before the validity period.

But one thing was annoying. Those who didn't get the money, I mean the poor, looked me horribly with jealousy and envy in their eyes. They kept flashing me, flashing and flashing, and because one has become rich, I simply called them back to show them the difference. That's the responsibility of being rich - taking care of those who are less privileged.

When you become rich, the only connection you will have with the past if you like is to carry over certain titles and append them to your name for easy identification. Even those girls in the university are now allowed to know my relationship with Tuwo. There is no fear anymore since I have become rich anyway.

So for this, I hereby declare my intention to change my name from Abubakar without any introductory honour to Alhaji Bill Gate Abubakar Me Tuwo da Naman Kaza. He who because of wealth has turned hen meat into his daily night food. 

The Hero

Nigeria should not be dwelling on trivial issue to celebrate things that are too much not uncommon in the twenty-first century. Jonathan is a sore loser, so it is not any heroic act to give possession to its legitimate owner. The thought of the nature of the world has at last kept Jonathan to act to his conscience. They say one cannot enjoy his loot in the ICC. 

If anybody will be hero it is Buhari who contested tirelessly for twelve years and the masses who stood by him. Nigerians fought for our rights and protected our votes. While multi-billionaire people friends of PDP were donating billion dollars to fight against card reader, people like me were struggling to donate such little  amount as one-thousand , five-thousand and ten-thousand naira according to different sizes of our pockets. Our passionate support had turned the PDP, as my friend put it somewhere, the largest opposition party in Africa.

At the poll, some people had waited to see a final rehearsal in which the result had used to be written months in advance before the election. PDP had been making her way this way that contestants at primaries had fiercely fought a fellow party man, maimed, and gone to magicians to sacrifice blood to get nomination. Grabbing a ticket to contest on its platform was believed to be a one-way to the office.

It is the nature of the world that individual shall be responsible for their own actions. Perhaps the tweetering pomposity and dumpy-humpy  facebook  updates were more at stake to stop rigging. The belief that Nigerians had taken the election to social media and made it global issue, reporting any development instantly, surely has had to be terrible blow against the PDP’s crude rigging. 

Immediately the hunter became the hunted and began kicking and throwing rigging allegation. Free and fair election is not their wish. It is ours. After all, it was until secretary John Kerry had issued a statement that there would be visa restrictions on anybody who interfered with the election result and economic sanctions on military personnel then they allowed the votes to count.

Like the little Harriet Beecher Stowe’s subservient novel Uncle Tom Cabin, Jega was invited in 2011 to serve as INEC boss. This man has progressive mind who, unlike them, did not fight technology as if they were fighting for their life. He is not one of those Luddites of the twenty-first century.

The Fate of PDP

Meanwhile, while people like Sule Lamido of Jigawa and Ibrahim Shema of Katsina who, by virtue of the power of the then ruling party that until recently remained scourge and thorn in the flesh of Nigeria, often had proudly made reckless statement publicly bragging to win election at cost, were now put shame by an election that embraced technology.  This has exposed their rigging tactic where MPs who had been to the chambers for sixteen years, such as Faruk Lawan, Bello Hayatu Gwarzo and David Mark etc, had woefully failed to maintain their seat.  

Many officials who benefited from the several of its corrupt regimes could not stand as formidable opposition against the APC. That is another sin of the party. The party’s members had been accustomed to using public treasury to finance their candidacy and other personal expenditure where ministers are accused of spending public funds in buying family fleet, children school bus and domesticating public funds as personal allowances to take care of their family while their real income went as capital into their business. And since they could not do without government, for now, ex-governors and former ministers are not likely to regroup and pool resources to challenge the APC. Their body language has shown that they are most prepared and ready to withdraw back to the loot they converted to the personal wealth. 

The best that could happen to PDP after being rendered severely frail is facing extinction. We have seen a season of migration to the APC. Plus we can now roughly believe that the party has a single region as its stronghold. At this moment without the state treasury, in addition to the fact that money bag politics is becoming irrelevant where in the next few years the survival of a politician would solely defend on his character, and the terrible suffering the party has inflicted on the masse where the mere mention of its name creates horror and dismay in the mind of Nigerians, the party will certainly suffer if not die at all.

PDP can’t function in a just and proper arrangement.  But we pray they should make some changes to stay in business to replace horrendous faces with the trustworthy individuals and technocrats who could right the credibility damage the old crooks had done on the party. The fate of the country is the end of vulturisitc rule. We will never have another PDP’s cruelty again from whatever acronyms or persona. Never!