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My dear Bello, congratulations; though it has been over a year you came to the seat as a governor, I have not officially congratulated you. You have indeed become a popular person, if not one of the most talked about person in Nigeria. I cannot say I am not proud of you just as can’t say I am proud of you. Being a governor of Kogites is not easy, especially when a young man like you takes over power. I hope you understand what I meant. Imaging you as a governor is like having someone in primary one as a VC in ABU Zaria. But that should not deter you. You are doing a service and a national one for that matter. I am happy that you know and we knew your are our leader.

Kogites says that I should tell you not to ignore the newspapers and Television report that workers are dying, kidnapping and stealing are the order of the day. They said I should tell you that when Audu, Ibrahim and Wada were there, the situation was different.

They said I should also tell you that some people are now receiving the salary alert for over 22 months and the amount some are receiving ranges from N400 to 30% of the owned salaries. But i know you will persevere because I have noticed you for a long time now, your eye shades has an advantage, it prevents you from seeing the ugly side of the state which is good if not for anything for your health because I heard what happened during one of your recent meetings.

My neighbour is asking whether you are seeing how Jigawa state, Bauchi State and other state are doing. I won’t mention Lagos because in the next ten years you won’t be able to meet up with them. Hope you heard what Enugu state government is doing? They paid 13 months’ salary without anyone complaining whether they were left out or whether the amount was a wrong calculation or should I say they were paid in full.

Your bag, I mean the chief of staff who you carry about has given us body language that you will contest come next election. I think you may have to shelve your idea of coming back to the Lugard house. You see, even the blinds, the villagers both literate and illiterate have done their voters card in a bid to send you parking. I was even surprise when my neighbour took his goat and birds for voter’s card registration. You will have to hold on for a while; that is if not forever.

The life of a Kogite is now terrible and everyone says you are the cause. I am sure ABU Zaria does not have age limit for admitting student. When you are sent packaging it will be good if you take a course on public administration, the study will no doubt help you on how to manage public offices.

I can’t believe you were thinking of another four years of joblessness, lawlessness, nonchalant, and bad human welfare conduct going on in the state. I will advise you as a brother, just forget it. You will lose even if a mad man were to contest against you.

I do not wish to make you panic but I am afraid you will just waste your money-but don’t worry, I don’t care if I should be your campaign manager as far as money is involved, though you will still lose.

Have you heard of scratch ‘my back and I scratch yours?’ oh sorry I forgot you don’t like idioms right from your days in secondary school days but you can ask Edward, I think he look smart enough to know what it means. I think that pattern can only work in your dreams for now, unless you listen to what I have as a suggestion. Maybe let’s start from the payment of all the staff salaries both cleared and not cleared ones; for now we don’t even know what cleared and not cleared mean as if they once cleared are grasses that re-grows because after being cleared they become not-cleared. Then make sure we have adequate light supply, at least for 12 hours daily, you know we are not too greedy people. Our roads too are in bad states and we also need street lights and good security since locking our doors alone cannot prevent thieves from boring holes on our walls to gain access into our very main bedrooms.

As you may have known, once human beings begin to enjoy, they forget their pain and sorrows. So that pattern might work for you even if not to win at least you will get 500 votes. Also your name could be changed from Obo-ilo to Ugwu soup.

Listen, when I wake tomorrow morning I want to hear that the Kogi State Governor have directed the payment of workers’ salaries and arrears and it should be before the Christmas Eve. We will talk about it when you have done the right thing.

No, you don’t need my phone number; I haven’t forgotten what it means to send this kind of letter with my phone number.

Meanwhile, I am sending this letter with pictures of staff who have died without being paid and the pictures of in bad states and also roads too. There is Kano Gorasa and kwa-kwa, I hope you will enjoy it.

Yours Tofaashir

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There was a car moving not slow and not fast. The head lights were like the sun and the interior was a paradise. Everyone desire such a car.
It was on a dry afternoon that the car passed that road in the neighbourhood for the first time.
Lost, dejected, and sorrowful stood a young lad. In his eyes were signs of one who needed comforts.
At that moment the car needed a passenger, not one who could own and drive it. The car stopped before the lad and held hands and embrace him into its warmth. Along the line, the car met another passenger, he was not better than the lost lad but he could say everything that were within his heart. So the lad had to be ditched by the car for the new comer to come in. He was left there on the highway after he had already lost himself in that paradise.
Hadi was that car and i was that lad. Since then i am afraid I might not be able to enter any car anymore!



Dear Hadi
This might sound uncivilised that am writing to you a letter on A facebook messenger. I don’t know how to really convey this but looking at your profile am very convinced that youre a matured and an understanding personality.
I have wanted you so much that facebook came to notice my plight. It was on a cold night that i saw your name on the list of whom i might know. Like a hungry man, i didn’t care looking at your profile or perhaps your profile picture before sending the request. The green indicator on your profile showed you were online so i waited to see if you were going to accept my request without much ado.
It took you almost one hour before you accepted my request and instead you started liking my post and pictures from previous months. I was bewildered so i decided to take a look at your profile to see who you really were which led me to writing this little piece to you.
I know you are offline but what to do. I am a lost shadow looking far from its image and with you i could finally meet with such image which is entirely mine.
I know it sound rather weird that i want you, all of you. You may not believe it but i want you to give it a try and see what comes out of my sincerity. Am really into you and i don’t care if i have to  cross any sea to meet you.
You already know my name. Everything on my profile is correct except my current location. It changes due to my nature of business. Please reply soon even if its a no. I will be glad. THANKS



Just as lightening is so fast and heart thrusting, the moment and how destiny turn tables on them that particular day was also fast. It was like a dream to him as he sat in the middle of the sitting room weeping like a punctured tank rushing out. Four family members came inside and lifted the lifeless body of Uncle Dowd for burial. Many thought came and flogged him deep down into his brain and he felt like erasing the memory away and wished it was just a dream.
The memory of his dad, uncle Dowd torments him. It was like bush fire blazing through the forest, flogged by the harmattan. The voice of his dad early in the morning calling out to him to get ready for the Morning Prayer played an endless loop. Those smiles whenever he returns from school in the evening replayed too. As he turned sideways, he noticed the Panasonic radio switched off and more tears gushes out of his eyes. He cherished the radio just as he cherished his dad. Uncle Dowd and his radio were friends, as he never ate without it.
He remembered the dead look he always wears each time he prayed the five mandatory prayer when the time had passed. Thinking about all the little and big things about his dad ate him dry.
Beside uncle Dowd’s favourite sofa, his wife sat restless on the tiled floor. In her eyes were tears she could never shed. If she sits, she stood abruptly and when helped to stand, she sits. The pain and sorrow she was trying to endure was much and enough to get her crazy. Her hair scattered, her eyes bulging like that of a toad and tears drew the map of many nations yet undiscovered on her cheeks.
Bello you will die, you will die before your children grow up. You will go blind even if you have a long life. Unless there is no God, unless I didn’t gave birth to my five children and married the Dowd before you became governor. You starved us and still killed my husband, my only hope for survival because he stood against you! You will die a miserable death.
Some women tried to calm her down. But she was already out control. Her pain and sorrow was such that has no cure. How am I going to take care of five children, young children without a father, without salary for the past 20 months? All this and the death alone were killing her too. She wished she never gave birth to them after all. She also wished they all died at a time, all seven of them. In that case no one would be left to suffer afterward. No! She roared, maybe afraid of her own thoughts as well. No they will replace their father; they will repay Bello and his officials.
Muhammad sat where he was, sobbing like a vulture beaten by a heavy rain. His was not how and who killed his father, but why it has to be at that crucial time in his life. He was still in senior secondary one and the eldest among five. The task and responsibility ahead alone was a mountain he must learn how to climb, when he could barely walk properly.      



I was the first to notice junior was stealing in the house. That day while i was doing his laundry because he was too young to do it himself i noticed something in his pocket. Confused and bewildered i became after seeing the huge amount of money he was in possession of. Junior, I called and he rushed out towards where i was helping him with his laundry as though he were being pursued. At the sight of the money in my hand he already knew why he was called. ‘brother mummy gave it to me’ he said afraid of his own words. I became short of words for a while. You mean mummy gave you this before traveling? A ten year old boy with five hundred naira note? Who knows if it was more than that, i sigh. Even though i didn’t believe him i didn’t tell anyone because dad could be volatile with anger. All i did was to warn him not to touch any money hence forth. That was how the case died until a week later when mum returned from their bank’s AGM at lagos. Mum was a banker and all efforts to make her quit her job by dad became fruitless. Dad hates the fact that she had no time for her house, her home, children and better put her family. It was a hot afternoon that saturday that everything unveiled itself. Mum didn’t not go to her so called saturday office that weekend and she was counting the money the meeting she usually attends entrusted to her. Out of suprise she shouted my name and i rushed into her room in response. Mum what is wrong? And the next thing was a terrible slap on my back. Where is the remaining one thousand five hundred naira? Where is it? Confused and fumbled at my own self because of the false accusation i smiled. Junior come in here i said as he stood by the door staring directly into my eyes. All effort to make him confess failed and mum didn’t believe me either. As days continue turning to months and months into years, junior’s stealing granted to next level. Yet i was the one to be blame for all of it. Years later i sat under the tree and saw junior coming back from school i knew something bad had occured. He was expelled from school after being caught severally stealing his mates items. And all i said to mum was i was still the one stealing those things he is sent off because of. Parent don’t groom another junior for us, for junior is now a local government chairman and the state money is not safe with him. Happy independence day Nigeria.



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