AKWA IBOM ONCE ADO OK.

It was in 2011 when the streets of Uyo was glittering with lights which gave it a typical Dubai look. Yes, our very own Dubai whose story visitors from across the country and beyond heard. Stories of how beautiful Akwa Ibom was.

To the inhabitants of the then Beautiful Akwa Ibom State, the bragging rights was always theirs when in conversation with those who were yet to visit the state.

Mish, the iconic Akwa Ibom music artist adorned the truth more with the song "Akwa Ibom Ayaya", and indeed his song was born out of the feelings and excitements that greet you whenever you happened to run into any Akwa Ibom man.

Also, the pride was well geared up by the slogan "Akwa Ibom Ado OK". With a giant thump up on billboards strategically located at the Akwa Ibom State secretariat roundabout and many other locations across the state, the slogan was indeed infectious.

From Abak road, down to the then unpopular Nnwaniba, street lights greet commuters and visitors, giving the state capitol a transformed look especially at nights.

The flyover at the federal secretariat, running down to the Akwa Ibom State International Stadium was a spectacle and meaty part of gossips as long as the state is concerned. In this giant world-class architectural masterpiece, people's wishes and dreams of watching live highly ranked FIFA football matches and other sports came true.

Still, in the same period, more than two dozen of LGAs making up the Beautiful Akwa Ibom State had their first-ever tarred roads.

Akwa Ibom was a destination of choice by loads of visitors who flogged the state to bear witness to the Ado OK slogan.

In truth, the state was given a well spelt out identity separated from Calabar thing we were known for especially in the West.

Now draw your mind to this era of hypocritic and butterfly administration, where lies are decorated with feathers and wings and pushed in futility in an attempt to make them fly, and you can't agree less that Akwa Ibom State ama Ado OK.

No more street lights in almost all the streets in Uyo.

The state has returned to pre Ado OK era and lies and sycophancy have taken the center stage in Akwa Ibom State.

The sad thing is that we can only endure while waiting for ONLYGOD to save our ass from these nightmares we are witnessing.

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