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The STAGGERING NATURE of Nigeria's POLITICAL JUSTICE.

By Patrick Ekong

                 
it is  with abysmal disdain that I scribble this piece from aluta battle field what has played out in the ELECTION PETITIONS TRIBUNAL across Nigeria's political sphere.

Like WARLORDS who would do anything in a battle field to ensure victory remain in his camp, POLITICAL HEAVYWEIGHTS of Nigerian politics have done just about anything and everything for them to remain in the game.

In every camp from top to bottom, political table shakers  has payed their Piper in order to detect the tune of the music that would come forth from it.

Commoners and political audience watch with keen attention and with hope that by and large that the odd will be in favour of who they had truly voted for, not knowing that the gongs in the hands of Judges supre

tending the petitions tribunals have been adjusted to tilt to the highest bidder.

Year in year out, elections petitions tribunal has had little or no impact in the aftermath of the general elections.

Only in rare cases we have witnessed a negligible in this trend. One of such was when the then Governor of Rivers State, Rotimi Amaechi was handed power to by a tribunal. This rare case could be attributed by my own judgement to the inability of  Celestine Umehia to pay the Piper in order for him to detect the tune of the music.

Fast track to 2019 general elections, just after the elections several opposition candidates ran to tribunal to seek unjust justice only to realized that another money has gone down the drain,  and one will ask ,who will remain in the water and allow himself to be blinded by soap bobbles?

Everyone will argue that the system is like that. After all If the federal might can do it without shame who then will blame the state might?

This is a poser that stands before us.

I rest my case!

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