It feels so like deja vu the gut hurts. All motion no movement. The country of great prospects pushing its people to the brink of despair. Many who can pack and leave. The poor and more vulnerable bear a disproportionate share of hunger, disease burden like Cholera and Malaria that could be avoided while self centered people of power wallow in self deceit and send attack dogs after foreign media too far away to rabies infected. Then they end up in the dung heap of history more worthless than used toilet paper.

Have I seen this before. It appears that I have. A familiar road. Pini Jason of blessed memory who found his columns from twenty years back seemed fresh and current, named his book: A familiar Road.

On this familiar road I have been called names but lived to see their Marxism or Activism disrobed and uncloaked as excuses for grabbing and misusing power for self aggrandizement often in thoughtless process that divides people, embitters many and takes away from society the cohesion enabling of the advance of the common good and significant human progress.. This familiar road began from very early as I returned from graduate school in 1982.

At the time the fire was Marxist rhetoric. I challenged that we ought to focus on creating wealth, governing well assuring opportunity for all and a social safety net for the more vulnerable. They called me names. One so thoroughly frustrated as I went toe to toe with logic against his rhetoric declared me a Bourgeoisie apologist. 

Not long after one of the rank Dr Iyorchia Ayu became Senate President in the Babangida transition. We had become friends. So he asked that I unveil him before the corporate titans. I obliged with a huge reception at my home. Just before I stepped down to welcome him and the guests I quickly glance at a journal piece I was reading titled Marxism: the apologetics of power.