June 12: There's nothing to celebrate

 

Democracy is a joke in Nigeria but we can celebrate because it's Buhari's last... Where do we go from here? (Photo credit: Someone's status)

It’s the Democracy Day in Nigeria, a day set aside to celebrate the movement that granted us the supposed freedom to choose who lead us as the constitution allows but are we truly free?

Can we say for sure, that since 1999 that the democratic dispensation started again after historic military abortions, that votes have counted and the principal officers that the people wanted have been the ones in charge?

I’ve seen lots of ads by brands on democracy day and they’re mostly about asking people to get their PVC, and I’m wondering who we’re going to vote with the PVC when it is as clear as day that the battle is between the two parties that have failed us in the past.

I know my compatriots are all about Peter Obi, but how many of these people understand how politics work in Nigeria? You need presence in every ward in every local government for you to win presidential election, how many wards do you think Labor party has presence as we speak?

Listen, I am happy that we’re seeking a third force, but that force can only rattle anyone if he or she is coming from either of the two top parties. It takes a lot to build a party structure that will win elections, Peter Obi isn’t even the candidate of Labor Party as we speak, they’re in court… Can we get serious?

I was a very little boy when June 12 happened and was probably too naïve to understand what went down but I read and listened to lots of angles. I am not sure MKO Abiola would have changed our fortunes, if you delve deeper beyond emotions and what people say at pubs, you’d agree with me.

Democracy is a joke in Nigeria and it’s a sad thing to admit. There’s impunity everywhere and it’s a norm now; freedom is relative because someone will witch-hunt you with the force he controls. The so called celebrities that are championing the PVC cause are low-key earning big bucks from these politicians and we’re all in the know.

Didn’t some of them meet with the government recently? That Tao came on Twitter to shalaye? If all of you don’t getat… Nonsense. But I have a good news for you, this is Buhari’s last democracy day as Nigeria’s president but who will take over from him?

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