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Political Sycophant: Like work? 


By Patrick Ekong

You can accuse them for all I care.  That's the demand and the booming industry if you want to have a good life, where you can afford a good meal and a flamboyant life style.

 After all,  the country is like that, for you to flourish,  you must join the band wagons of character assassinator to label those in the opposing camp what ever the information ridden society is yarning to hear.

It is the trend per norms that when the clock dance towards the political season,  political Sycophant of all educational standards will dip their hands to deploy the tool of writing to wet the social media which is the most affordable  arena they can gather sympathizes  and perhaps innocent people to feed them with misleading content in order to remain relevant to their pay masters.  This mockery situation concise with  the present situation where youths are jobless and even the devil is bewildered  by the teaming number of youths with brains without  nothing to add to the society.

This trend has driven everyone nuts including myself and this you will see most especially in the political season that is watered by the peanuts that dripped out of politicians swelling pocket.

With political misconception held by our leaders that youth are to be bought with peanuts to flood the media space with libelous and malicious contents,  one will ask to know the direction a country like us is heading to.

Political  Sycophancy to some is the fastest way to bath in the political stream of wealth and greediness that is only enjoyed by few selfish persons in the society with POLITICIANS as name tagged.

The season has come and gone,  let's  wait for the next outing.

I rest my case!

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