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THE BLEEDING LGA

 



When the greedy, self-seeking, and gluttonous people are fortunate to find their way to the corridor of a feast, they lock the door behind those who came after them. They attempt to turn the corridor to their permanent address.


This is the sad scenario in Mkpat Enin LGA, the vote basket of Akwa Ibom state.


From the inception of democracy in 1999, Mkpat Enin has witnessed a decline in development as a result of poor leadership structure whose only ideology is to establish dominance at the detriment of the people.


To make things worst, the youths, who ordinarily would have exonerated the old paths of the elders, are swimming in the same pool with highest degree of stupidity which they term "political exposure".


They go about singing praises, begging and turning to political imbeciles.


These guys are good at switching camps at the hear of news of who is going to emerge as LORD OF RING so as to remain relevant, keep singing HALLELUJAH just to get the little stipend.


They even have another name for begging --- "PICKING"

What a pitiable way to begin their adulthood!


This tradition has again got us into another smelly mess - the just concluded primaries of PDP in Mkpat Enin.


A big blow on our collective pride as a people is the continuous deprivation of both our civic and democratic franchise by those who are in the attitude of playing gods.


The recent backward and awkward development in the political field of the 2020 chairmanship race is more sarcastic than it is lugubrious. But let me keep this for another day. 


But we must all know that Mkpat Enin is really suffering, we can't keep taking same approach while expecting a different result.


✍️ Patrick Ekong

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