AS FAILED AS THEY ARE, they want us to praise them.

It is ludicrous when the government live up to a fraction of their responsibilities to the citizens yet they make it look like they are doing them a favour.

They politicised everything including digging of pit toilet which can be done by anyone and asked their paid praise singers to flood the social media space with wrong captions, after all journalism can be practiced by every Tom and Harry.

It is only in our theoretical democracy that everything works in papers, radio, television and social media; in fact all the medium available for lies to be propagated to their innocent audience.

Government paid bursary to less than a fraction of the students population in selected higher institutions, boom 💥 beneficiaries are asked to line up for group pictures to be taken to social media for praises.

They make it look as if we are owing them for living up to expectations.

They renovate one classroom block with outdated roofing materials and after pocketing more than half of the money meant for the project, snapped and ask their sychopants to paint the the social media blue with praises of 'the guy is working'.

Money seen on papers, heard on radio/TV, and seen on social media since the turn of the millennium is enough to change the fortunes of every Nigerian but where this money is, is unknown to even the rulers of darkness.

Isn't this country wonderful?

From the local level, the system is so bad that we don't know what to expect anymore.

The worst part is that social media has made everyone lay claim to being information pourveyors and this has breed sycophants of different caliber with or without any knowledge of what journalism is all about.

Sycophantcy has eaten deep into governance that SAs to SAs to another SAs now pay praise singers to flood this unpaid platform (social media) with uncircumcised information.

Let them continue, there will be a time people will be so tired of this wantom of lies.

The irresponsibilities of government to the people is alarming that provision of little basic infrastructure becomes an achievement this 21st Century.

We can't be better than this.

✍️ Patrick Ekong

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