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LIST OF sycophants, the Akwa Ibom case

 



The recent uproar par jamboree of  LIST of SYCOPHANTS bankrolled by the state government to defend this indefensible administration is a clear pointer to how myopic this butterfly administration is; to the extent that the cable sees public opinion and call for good governance as being detrimental to the growth of corruption in the state hence, the need to pay idiots and hungry individuals to sing praises.


If you look at the online media space particularly FACEBOOK, educated fools, full grown idiots, and hungry/shameless individuals especially those names on the LIST have been flooding this space on a daily basis, feeding the information riden society of audio achievements ocastrated by paid sycophancy, brainwashing and also playing on the collective intelligence of the people of Akwa Ibom state. 


Let it be known that the LIST is just half of how deep sycophancy has eaten into the fabrics of our political institutions. Do a little research into the local government levels, ministries,  appointed SAs and PAs, you will agree with me that this government at all sphere is run on sycophancy, something that they feel that members of the public do not know about.


Now nearly all the PAs and the SAs have  groups of sycophants who they regularly wet their pockets in order for them to sing their HALLELUJAH.



It should be made clear, perhaps pinpointed that governance entails taking responsibilities, being open to critics and also allowing achievements speak for the administration but when an administration is so shallow in thinking and in dealings, allowing themselves be fooled that they can suppress the truth by bankrolling sycophants of lowest pedigree to defend or preach what is not visible, they end up exposing how clueless they are. 


For the past 6 years,  the funds injected in to sycophancy in this state is enough to complete a good project but since lies has always been the nucleus of this administration (ONLYKORD), they couldn't think outside the box other than offering lies to the good people of the state thru the sycophantic tunnel of false information. 


In the past decades there has never been this level of sycophancy in the state as compared to what we are witnessing today, were every Tom and Harry wants to sing praises for stipends.


The system has gotten worst to the extent that when this goons at the aim of affairs is going to the toilet their minions will bring it to this affordable media space ( social media). Same with when they are going for burial, marriage, birthdays, the list is endless. 


The general mentality of these sycophants is that every move of their political paymaster should be brought to the media space, forgetting to remind their BANKROLLERS  of their primary responsibilities they owe their constituents.


It is even more  saddening that the political class sees nothing good about our youth other than to use them as sycophant year in year out, turning them to beggars.


THE LIST is a tip of the iceberg as far as sycophancy is concern in Akwa Ibom state and clear evidence why the state is on a snail movement in terms of developments. 



While the noise is still disturbing to the ears, I am waiting for when I will call for accountability, and good governance then a full grown sycophant will come display his idiosyncrasy on my post.


Nkóh Utóh Ado ké 2021 


✍🏽 Patrick Ekong

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