IWU’S INEC AND ITS PAID HUSTLERS.

Sometime ago, before the anti-climatic elections, the racketeers at INEC commissioned one “Information Consultant” to disparage my views about the preparations for that fraudulent concoction that has become a worldwide scandal, a historical record breaker in scam and bizarre fraud, I had pointed out the fact that I have this penchant to suffer fools, especially the demeaning hungry types and their paymasters gladly and that the emergent fraud brewing in INEC would certainly breed a rash of scammers, paid hustlers and bondmen desperate for the next meal, who would certainly do anything to offer comfort to the thieving scoundrels that ran INEC, who live for the day and care less about honor that they can kill their mothers in the process.

One Chima Nwankwo, an Asaba-based Commentator, ostensibly reacting to my earlier article on the infantile manner the mandarins at INEC wanted to use to rubbish the European Union report on the sham 2007 elections, went extra miles the other day (Vanguard, September 28 th 2007) to advertise his hunger by taking the brief of the discredited scavengers that perpetrated a howling rape that still shocks and awes the entire world. He poured vituperations on me for questioning the scruples of the source of his present meal. What I find strange is the deliberate attempt to question my being, which is an art scoundrels perfect to divert attention from the real issues. He betrayed his apparent confusion and a sickening lack of cohesion on how well to do a hatchet job by expressing doubt on whether Peter Claver Oparah could possibly be a Nigerian, without telling us what he finds strange with that possibility or its relevance to the issue he was paid to put across. Till now, I am yet to know what Chima Nwankwo or whatever, found so unbelievable in the name, Peter Claver Oparah that he was expressing so much surprise in his small, sick, dark and hollow mind. What does it do to the issue at hand, which is the dirty jobs, the scammers that ran INEC to this dastardly photo finish did and for which Nwankwo is paid to defend? Whether I migrated from the world yonder to the one he infests with his nuisance reasoning does not bother me. That is clearly his funeral. The masters he serves for his daily bread know me beyond this desperate attempt by a nondescript hireling to hide behind his little fingers.

Nwankwo doubts my identity yet he knows the master I serve. What a paradox! Clear symptom of a distracted mind that is desperate to score a miserable point for a wretched pay. I would not begin to bandy words with a mere hireling, sweating, slaving and struggling to earn his meal from the putrid loot the INEC scammers lifted the other day. If he chooses to live in the self-enfooling paradise of self-doubt by denying he does not know Peter Claver Oparah, then he just barged into the Nigerian public space because ‘there is a job to do’, just like any other hungry manservant around. If he wants to know, let him google my name or log my name into any search engine and get assured that I don’t know how to run away from profit-driven, faceless scavengers and their gutless paymasters. I tried googling his name and found out that the nameless quisling is hiding behind a Chima Nwankwo that resides outside Nigeria, a fine writer anyway that has a name beyond practicing charlatanism and sniffing for the next dung heap of looted resources to feast on. If he wants to know the master I serve, since in his confusion, he is yet to come to grips with my identity, that master is no other than Peter Claver Oparah. I don’t know how to serve or how to pander to the corrupt whims and caprices of shameless racketeers that think they can eat their cake and have it. Creating imaginary masters Peter Claver Oparah serves is a lame and brainless tactics that works with other people but certainly not me. It is good to know that I have a poisonous laboratory, as he contended in his jeremiad and it is good to add that it targets scammers and scoundrels like the one that is picking Nwankwo’s present slave wage and any other reprobate that has brought Nigeria to this sorry pass.

In clearly disorganized, incadent and inchoate sequence that betrayed his mercenary conviction, Nwankwo struggled to discredit my views about the uncouth manner the scavengers at INEC sought to water down the report of the European Mission on the well-known electoral fraud Iwu and his cohorts visited on this country in April. He was aghast that I suggested that the perpetrators of that scam be put away lest they corrupt men’s souls into thinking Nigeria is incapable of doing anything outside fraud. He believes that Nigeria and the world were never in shock about the conduct of the sham elections. He says that in saying the world was repulsed by the vile conduct of Iwu and co in April, that I was generalizing my personal feelings and that of my unknown master. Running out of good thinking to garnish his cash-and-carry anger, he launched into what he termed my use of verbiage, my abuse of those that were better than me, ostensibly in duplicity, fraud, doing demeaning services for money and possibly serving Andy Uba, and my syntactic inaccuracy. Either in display of shallow reasoning or readiness to fangle a surreal master for me, he saw no link between the point-and-kill job Ribadu did for Obasanjo and the PDP, in the process leading to the sham elections and the fraudulent outcome of the election itself. He delved into inanities, quarreling with my reference to the relationship between pawn to Obasanjo and choirmaster to Iwu, in my earlier article. I have merely tried to give a summary of the troubled, confused, haphazard and badly disoriented mindset of somebody that was commissioned to do a job, get his pay and offer temporary relief to the sullied masters he serves to the extent that he perambulates on illogic, fallacies and pure bunkum just to earn his meal.

I leave these issues to Nigerians to judge; the freeness and fairness of the concocted sham of April, the acceptability or otherwise of the EU report on the 419 elections, the reactions of the entire world to that shameful outing, my writings and how they connect to the people. I would be damned to enter into any futile argument with any hireling, on these issues that have been well discussed and which have been logged into history books for children and generations yet unborn to access. Thinking that a poor, watery and sparse attack on me or the world that still reels under the shock and anger of Iwu’s electoral perfidy would remedy the self-imposed Golgotha Iwu and his cohorts embraced in April, is another way to advertise the poor minds that were seduced by mundane considerations to take chances with history.

But I never expected Nwankwo, the Asaba based charlatan, a recruit of the thieving ichabods of INEC and who must have been retched up from the same source from which that INEC self-driven tanker-bomber hogwash was invented, to find comfort with my views about Iwu and his house of scammers. I never expected Iwu, and his jesting court, so dead to the pricking of what remains of their conscience, to support my views. I never ever believed that the characters that ruined a national election and tries to keep a straight face from the national opprobrium that duplicitous act brought on them, with so much loot at their disposal, and so adept at hauling the most laughable and infantile blackmail, would idly sit by and not fight back through irreverent hirelings, ready to trade their filthy wares for a mess of porridge.

I would have been worried if my concern about the fraud in INEC started after the open and bizarre hobbling of the April elections by Iwu and co. I would have been guilty of the Asaba clown’s vile if I just started criticizing the shenanigans of INEC after it elected, for bizarre purposes, to treat the country to a horrible fraud (worse than yahoo yahoo, if Nwankwo and his remorseless paymasters should know). I would have wondered in my mind if I had a master I know not of, had it been that I just decided to question the scruples of the mandarins that perpetrated the political and economic crime in INEC in 2007, from which putrid mess the Nwakwos are now sprouting up (as man must wack) and trying their hands in elementary scavenging. But I started with public expression of concern about Iwu and his INEC long before now, in fact, shortly after he was appointed and Iwu knows about this. When he was newly appointed, he went with some politicians to His Grace, Archbishop Anthony Obinna, the Catholic Archbishop of Owerri, for blessings. The cleric that was known for not equivocating on any issue was frank in telling him that he had no reason to fail given the country’s harrowing experience with fraudulent elections. I followed up shortly after with a well-published article that Iwu should not disappoint the archbishop and deliver on a free and fair election. I gave so many reasons for my opinion and offered suggestions, while wishing him well. From there, and in line with my natural role as a citizen of Nigeria, I followed up, at every turn, with my opinions and views on how to make INEC succeed. These were all contained in articles published in major national dailies.

As Iwu’s fatal predilection unfurled with his penchant to dance so soullessly to the dictates of the mischievous Obasanjo presidency, I was at every turn with my advice that nothing should be done by Iwu to frustrate the wishes of Nigerians to elect capable leaders to lead the re-invention quest of a badly mauled country. The stammering about ‘conducting a free and fair election even at the expense of my life’ did not fool me when the actions were in direct contrast to that hypocritical vow. I wonder why Iwu is still living because I know in serious countries; he would have committed suicide after the shameful conduct of that election. I said these, I shouted these and I wrote these through the newspapers, to the hearing of Iwu and his cohorts. These were well before the cleavages in the Obasanjo presidency that precipitated the recruitment of Iwu for a dastardly job that would certainly bury him in shame and odium started. At a time, it became very obvious to any discerning mind that Iwu was on course to conduct the very worst election in Nigerian history. I wrote and shouted it and it got Iwu so discomfited but it never wavered my own commitment. Till the eve of the election, I was blaring it on rooftops that given the observable indices; the 2007 elections were dead on arrival. My works are there for any person that didn’t happen on a sudden urge to satisfy the rumblings of his stomach to access.

Now, alarm don blow, in the oft-used Nigerian parlance. Iwu elected to write his name in dirt and he is going about recruiting feckless hirelings, boneless scavengers and gutless racketeers to start his re-invention drive. It won’t work. How will it work when the entire world has refused to buy into the pranks of Iwu and his racketeering band, including recruited hacks and drivel vendors who believe that the monumental heist lifted from INEC in 2007 will suffice to buy a reprieve from a history that still bleeds from the ulcerous wounds inflicted on it by the conduct of the sham elections of April? It is a cross Iwu would bear even when this generation has passed away. Not even a zillion hirelings like Chima Nwankwo can bail him from this self imposed hell he will suffer for the rest of his life as the mere mention of his name is bound to evoke sad and dreary memories of fraudulent electoral scandal. He should comfort himself that he made a kill in INEC and has enough to recruit mercenaries and charlatans to argue his yellow case. But with such views as this, which I culled from the website of the International Republican Institute, Iwu and his recruits has a lifetime job in their hands, “Following Nigeria’s April 21 presidential election, IRI’s international election observation delegation determined that the election fell below the standard set by previous Nigerian elections and international standards witnessed by IRI around the globe. Rather than serve as an example of democratic sustainability on the continent, the Nigerian government oversaw a broken electoral process that allowed the election to be stolen from the Nigerian people.”

As for Nwankwo’s concern about my employment of ‘verbiage’ and ‘syntactic’ order, I thank him for his concern but he should keep this for himself and the mercenary job he is doing. He needs it more than I do. Having run out of what to say to garnish his hollow drivel, it was only natural that Nwankwo launched into such petty distractions, quarreling so stupidly with simple statement as ‘the hollow effusions of a drowning man that dug his own grave’. In his inverted reasoning, a drowning man can never dig his grave and he is incapable of spewing out effusions. I know that is the usual prank of whoever has lost an argument but if he wants to know who would achieve such seemingly impossible feat, he should look at the man who recruited him who, through his gutless disposition mishandled an election and fighting with the entire world. He picks quarrel with his opponent’s use of word ignoring the rightness or otherwise of his own mercenary reasoning but Nigerians to whom I had been communicating for several years now have not been complaining. If he knows so much, what is he doing scavenging for a living in Asaba? Deploy your own skills to do the job for which you are paid and for which you struggle here to put across. Leave me with my readers. Teacher, don’t teach me nonsense.

 

Peter Claver Oparah.

Ikeja Lagos.

E-mail: peterclaver2000@yahoo.com