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Pragmatic, reserved and a deep thinker who loves family, sports especially football where am married to two wives: the first, AC Milan who has my loyalty and the second wife, Manchester United who has all my undying love and pampering, lifestyle and society parties. Need I say the law is more than a profession but a lifestyle for me.

Adekanye Adeyinka Olajide.

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The gullible is the one who is most vulnerable to accepting anything that beats his or her imagination. So like a child spoon-fed with food, he swallows hook line and sinker the idea that his father’s farm is the biggest especially if he has not been to that of another. Where I hail from, this is the case. I grew up constantly believing what our king told us as a people. He usually beamed with conceited confidence when he spoke to us with unwavering ardour about the richness of the land, which made us the giant among other neighbouring villages across our boarders, and trust me; there were no reasons to question him.

Now that I have the privilege of education, I cannot juxtapose it with the passionate long speeches the king makes by himself or through his chiefs, appointed rulers, special representatives. I almost go gaga each time I attempt to balance his affirmations of our gargantuan status that makes our village legendry together with the reality of conspicuous decay that even the mad man knows our village is nothing but a junkyard for condemned products and a place for milking its people dry.

Indeed, we used to be the giant among the pack when we were an arable land. Alas, it all changed with the discovery of crude that birthed an unprecedented stratospheric rise in our economy came the sudden decline as the evil money turned the head of the king against his people. He honed his ability to deceive by sugar coating his words with convincing eloquence. The monies were rolling in boxes as foxes invited to drill the oil and swallow it in tanks that travel on the sea without sinking. The king formed a cabal and restricted the people from identifying the oil wells, because they said it needed protection so lifting done faster and secured. The fields became unknown as they dried up many wells employing outsiders; they said the villages are too naïve and unequipped for such enormous task. When they brought indigenes, it was to use them as labourers dubbing them unskilled or watch men.

The villages were provoked to learning so they could become professionals like the foxes whose faces turn pink from our sweltering sun. They suffered to understand the languages of the foreign envoys and their assents. Once they got their degree, told it was just the starting point and then went on to obtain postgraduate studies yet rather than help drill the oil, they dispense the oil at built filling stations or listen to the pink faced man dish out orders on the field teaching them how to toil hard.

With this returns from a stupendous wealth in oil, it is normal to expect major overhauling of infrastructure if truly we are the giants as we grew to believe. Sadly, though, we live mainly in squalor and peasantry with no water system leaving villages to still resort to the streams for water as the king has failed on his promises to bring pipe borne water to every home. As the village has become densely populated causing the streams to dry, we constantly sink wells in each compound. Our community have become the true government purchasing transformers after levying each occupant, fix it by installing, and then hand over to the electricity company who invites the king to commission it in an extravagant jamboree. When they promise to tar the roads that lead to the market, they do a cosmetic job on it leaving the point of entry that the chairperson will commission duly finished as he campaigns making promises with his mouth that is suffering from dysentery.

Who will doubt that we are indeed the giants of Africa when there is no obedience of traffic? Actually, human beings and animals are rightful road users. It is the animals that make many slow down for ducks and goats; otherwise, the inoperative traffic lights beaten if they come to life occasionally.

It is difficult to understand the words of the king or his agents when they boast at how we have become the elder brother to many villages and we provide aids to them acknowledging that our village is growing rapidly in terms of human development. Oh king, but where do you get your facts from when populations censor has never been successful – the people with the other language in villages where the sun rises from still hide their wives and children when you go for counting and sometimes our own people chase them with sticks. Why have we remained at 150 million for decades? Even your village dogs who wear uniforms know that our boarders not protected; subsequently, number of illegal immigrants that sell onions to us or beg with brown hair and skin are unspecified.

It is laughable when the king says we are the leading village in the committee of villages. I keep wondering, if we are the big brothers has assured, why the deposition of fake drugs at the forbidden forest in my village? Where they repack and sell to the people. Why wipe dates off cans and new dates stamped because they have passed shelf life at the new stores at the carved out choice areas in my village? They re-bag expired rice meant for consumption by the villagers.

…to be continued.