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Sentimental Idiocy: Blurred Vision for Appreciation. 


By Patrick Ekong



Sentimental reasoning clouded by outmost ignorance can destroy a group more faster than war.  What baffles and remain abstruse to me is the way some group of bad belles who has not contributed anything to the society are the ones making the most noise, calling people names even with the mistake they made in the state during the last elections.

I eavesdrop recently into a conversation on radio and a certain man,  misguided as he sounded phoned in to make a comment about the issue going on in the Ministry of Niger - Delta headed by an iconic leader who has wrote his name in the sand of time in his state.

The caller accused the Minister for Niger Delta affairs, Chief Godswill Obot Akpabio of sticking his nose where it does not belong because HE set up panel to investigate the misappropriation of funds made for the region in the past twenty years.

From all indications as well as observation, it is evidently true that the purpose of the Niger-Delta Development Commission (NDDC)  has been defeated due to the commission lack of purpose year in year out as displayed by its leaders from inception.

Reasonable humans irrespective of ethnicity or political affiliations should be able to tell when things are not working the way it should in a given organization. Why then should some unscrupulous set of people wanting to remain relevant should utter rubbish about the ongoing investigations ordered by the Minister of Niger-Delta affairs, Godswill Akpabio who simply wants to set things right.

For once if wilders have no good comment to make by call card subscribed by their master order than labelling a man of good rapport all manners of gullible utterances, they should go and ask ONLYGOD how far after 4 good years.

It drives me insane how people can be so  blind by their ignorance and blurred mental vision to appreciate good things.

I rest my case!

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