Dear Mr Agbaje,
No doubt you mesmerized Lagosians through your brilliant use of language during the debates organized by various bodies. You exploited the power of imagery to stimulate “nationalistic” hope and paint a future full of promises. And, beyond the mechanics of public speaking and grandstanding; beyond the eloquence of diction and supreme artistry of articulation that, often leave your audience awestruck and your critics lost for words, you seem to me like a pleasant and affable strong-hearted person who could beard the lion in its den, challenge the status quo and confront the raging monster of vested interest (in Lagos).
Quite apart from all the sterling qualities highlighted above, your acuity of vision; administrative acumen; social intelligence and your high-level intuitive grasp of Lagos set you apart from the other candidates. Also, your bold ideas and venturesome spirit make you a darling of every Lagosian including me.
However, you lost me when you overshot your runway, veered off course, and descended dangerously into the benighted valley of cognitive error. You lost me when you unashamedly began to dance to some strangers’ coarse tune of sycophantic falseness.
You lost me when you latched onto a royal gaffe to sow bile and bad-blood; dissension and division, among Lagos residents. Advertently, you widened the existing fault lines by playing ethnic cards, to win votes and gain political mileage. In your quest for political power and its trappings, you sold your mild-mannered kinsmen (and their ancestral land) to some strangers, whose default mode of thought is GREED!! And, right now, Lagos seethes! Lagos bubbles and gasps for air! This is depressing and foreboding. *smh*
Well, Mr Agbaje, I can only wish you good luck in your “masturbatory fantasy” of becoming the next governor of Lagos. Hmmmm!!!
Eko o ni baje !!!
Eko o ni baje !!!
Adedayo Fatoki
