Practically every day, they continue to count bodies, bodies they recognize as their own. In fact, the heroic fortitude shown by the men many of them barely in their twenties in the face of the barrage of terrorist fire from superior weapons have gone a long way to make Nigerians forget the wounds the military inflicted on the soul of the country for a cumulative period of almost thirty years.īut like men, their mortality has remained immutable. The Nigeria Army has thrown everything but the kitchen sink at the terrorists operating in Nigeria. Without the brightness of the full moon, terror in Nigeria is calmly coming full circle. Over sixty passengers picked off a Kaduna-bound train on March 28,2022 recently clocked a full month in the lair of terrorists whose central demand remains that their members held by the government be used in exchange. The ferocity, severity and efficacy of the iron fist lives on in the lounge of lizards that continue to nod at practically every executive action. But it has been a naked fist nonetheless only tempered by the many silk gloves that democracy distributes. It has not exactly been a naked iron fist as the outcry will be deafening and crippling. The question dismissed then as paranoia has well turned out to be a prophecy as Nigerians have had to shield their eyes from the garish adaptations of the chameleons in the corridors of power. Many Nigerians gave them only a short shrift then, putting their faith in his effusive promises and the mechanics of a teenage democracy. Even then, those Nigerians who count among historys brightest students had the presence of mind to ask if the leopard had changed, or could, change its spots, and If the severity of military khakis could ever be replaced by the diplomacy of democratic gaffes? Muhammadu Buhari towards Aso Rock on the shoulders of professional image launderers. In 2015, as the PDP s puzzlingly poor performance in power unfathomably nudged the APC and Mr. Together, they have formed the lounge of nodding lizards that nod at Nigeria`s obsequies. Meanwhile the judiciary still smarting from the brutal decapitation of its head in 2019 remains a walking corpse. Thus, the lone voices that cried in the wilderness of the 8 th National Assembly have long retreated into silence replaced by sychophancy in the 9th. Under our federalism, flawed as it is, while the principle of separation of powers has practically shrunk into its shell, that of checks at balances continues to be cut as confetti for complicit cordiality.
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