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CONTEMPT AND THE DETRACTOR, the Ikot Abasi Federal Constituency syndrome

  



"You don't have to set yourself on fire before you can keep others warm" - anonymous.


The above catchphrase  requires no further process to distill it true  meaning to anyone who seeks warm especially in the cool weather of the political harmattan that will soon be blowing us in a year or so.


It is totally wrong for political schemers  of Ikot Abasi Federal Constituency to always fan embers of disunity, and hatred by purveying and planting seeds of discord in every eve of the political season to try to instigate political uproar in the Federal constituency. 



Ikot Abasi Federal Constituency which is made up of three LGAs of Ikot Abasi,  Mkpat Enin and Eastern Obolo, has over the years enjoyed political stability thanks to the knowledgeable disposition of our political forebearers who saw the need to dissect once mighty Ikot Abasi LGA in the then Oppobo division of Cross River State perhaps for the few (but not limited) reasons:


● EASE OF ADMINISTRATION  and for,


● THE GRASSROOTS TO FEEL THE EFFECT OF GOVERNMENT which hitherto wasn't achievable due to how large the political enclave was.


It is saddening enough that those who's political ideology and tactics is founded on lies, instigation of violence and blackmail will always deploy their ill-fated means to cause all sorts of problems in the Federal constituency once the political clock swing it hand towards elections.


Going by the recent trend on this affordable space (social media)over the week, it is evidently enough that some unscrupulous elements and political wailers who happened to be Judas of this constituency, have set their minds on throwing water off a duck’s back  with frivolous and misleading naysaying which they perhaps sat down at their leisure time to cook for public consumption not minding the ripple effect it will have on the peaceful coexistence of the constituency. 


I will always ask. Why stir the water that is floating your boat? Have you thought of the effect it will have on your navigation ability to have a smooth sail?


Ikot Abasi Federal Constituency belong to us and instead of putting our heads together or contributing your own quota through effective dialogue  to seek for the even development of the constituency, we are fanning the fire of hatred, disunity and blackmail all in the name of general elections of 2023.


Before I put this peice to bed, I will advise anyone that is ready to stage stupidity and idiosyncrasy on social media, to be mature enough to stage it honourably and remember that those who must have incited such a person to expose his scrutoms  for the feeding pleasure of the public eyes are only making mockery of his sense of responsibility. 


Like i have always been saying, don't allow anyone give you a  bad name, the public  will stone you to death.


Remember that Judas Iscariot  didn't plan the death of the messiah  but he has the largest chunk of blame for collecting stipends to sell his master. 


Ikot Abasi federal constituents is bigger than an individual or a group and when the political bell is ringing, it is certain that they will decide their own fate in due time but for now keep quiet and deceit from further exposing your stupidity just because you have where you drink free beer every Friday night courtesy of your bankrollers.


If you want to be stupid, do it honourably. 


✍🏽 Patrick Ekong ©️

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