OH! MY MKPAT ENIN BROTHERS

Oh! my Mkpat Enin brothers. Shame on you. Yes! I mean you who have sold your dignity for 5k.

You praise them for giving you 20k, you call them Eti-owo. You become and errand boy for them just to be given 20k.

You sold your voice, your ego and you can't stand at their front to say Sir Mkpat Enin is suffering. Our youths are suffering. Sir you are close to this administration, why not cry to them on our behalf? No roads, nothing is working in Mkpat Enin.

You can't say that because you have sold your tongue, your dignity and your person for 20k.

The very few we thought had voice and can speak for the generality of the people now go around " as informant" feeding who wants to listen with gosips just to get their pocket wet with 20k.

Mkpat Enin brothers what's happening?

How long are we going to continue like this?

You that has been a regular face at people's house just for chicken breast and 5k for transport, how long will you continue like this?

Even when they are not doing well you can't tell them, instead you praise them.

They are growing fatter everyday from the mountains of wealth they have incurred for themselves while you eat the crumbs from their table.

2023 is not even in sight, you have started praising them and you are willing to sell your mandate for 5k.

When would you realized that you can make a different?

When would realized that you can mobilised the youths of your domain to demand for something good in exchange for that mandate than 5k each that won't take u for 2 weeks?

You have sworn to allow yourself to be fooled by this people who careless about anything that do not benefit them.

Someone that could have help alleviate the suffering from Mkpat Enin won't be given opportunity to serve because you have sold your mandate for peanuts.

Someone that would have given Mkpat Enin a better representation is relegated to the background because the goons are afraid of losing their grip on Mkpat Enin.

They hate the idea of not being relevant even when they haven't done anything for the good of the common man.

My brothers!

let's stand up for what is right.

Let's stand up for better Mkpat Enin

Let's tilt our sentiment towards who will bring about Mkpat Enin we dream of.

Enough is enough.... Let's call a spade a spade.

Let's put a round peck into a round hole.

Stand up for what is good.

Stand up for what will benefit you and your family.

Stand up for your community.

Stand up for Mkpat Enin.

Stand u

✍🏾 Patrick Ekong

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