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Isn’t that why Obi should be elected President, so that he could as well spring the genie out of the magic lamp to also give hope to the millions of youths in the North, the absence of which, has driven them into the forest to conduct the most heinous crimes against humanity outside becoming a breeding ground for recruits in the terror world? Certainly! Isn’t this what Obi has been saying all the while – that he would concentrate his energy towards the youths, not only to pull them out of poverty, but give them the hope they lack in this famine-driven country?

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Wouldn’t it be worthwhile if similar emergence of Atiku Abubakar and Rabiu Kwankwaso could quieten the North as well? Wouldn’t it then be a shame that President Muhammadu Buhari, whom Sam supported with his full energy, could not tame the terrorists that heralded his coming to power? The selfsame Buhari, who was named by Boko Haram as their chief negotiator over the fate of the Chibok Girls? Surely, Omatseye mustn’t have forgotten there was such an outcome. What else are Nigerians looking for? What else could be found in the head of a fish? It might also mean a solution for the bigger menace of Boko Haram, Islamic State of West African Province (ISWAP) Fulani herdsmen and other forms of banditry. It means there’s a solution to IPOB after all. Mightn’t there be a reflection of this extraordinary outcome at the national level? If Obi, could conduce such quietude in a land strewn with death and internecine conflagration by just emerging a candidate of a political party, shouldn’t Nigerians be looking in his direction for a permanent cure for the parlous state of insecurity in the land. Were this so, wouldn’t millions of Ndigbo be throwing their hands up in the air in celebration? For it would only mean that their years of not sleeping with two eyes closed has ended, and that they could now afford to snore in bed for the first time in seven years, since the government, Sam, 63, trumpeted to power? Wouldn’t that mean also that the Obi phenomenon is working already? For springing a feat other Igbo leaders, including governors had tried and failed – oscillated from remonstration to threat and finally use of force in order to stop, ending by simple appearance of one man on the scene? Woah! He suggests that the South East has suddenly gone quiet because of those causing trouble, principally the Indigenous Peoples of Biafra (IPOB) and their supporters, have swapped, their leader Nnamdi Kanu for Peter Obi. That indeed introduces his audience to how dingy his mind is. Sam, 63 – I keep repeating the age so that the unwary should know that this is not a young, irascible rascal, open to some form of taming – he’s beyond that now, but an old man on the other side of age’s trajectory, began his mission by giving his horrid piece a deserving title – Obi-tuary, of course, coined from the name (Peter) Obi.

Like the village deviltry, who must not rest until there is something to cause the villagers curse and swear in horror, the sexagenarian, having run out of mischief, simply defecates in the middle of the road, so that those passing bye are confronted by a swarm of flies patching on the ugly heap, to elicit immediate, if not temporary distress. Is the social media no longer engaging platforms for encoder – decoder – feedback interactions that every journalist is taught at the elementary level? Typical of mischief makers. So, he did the needful – block his comment section to deny the same public he tried to titillate, their opportunity of reply. I believe Sam, 63, two years Peter Obi’s senior, knows what would come. But as I said earlier, the inner me continues to urge an input, my own input. Well, I might be tempted to believe that the Nigerian public has done amply by the barrage of discontent, if not outrage that have trailed the said piece. No minute seem to pass by these days without my taking a glance at one of the social media platforms and there I find the issue raised by the garbage being thrown up persistently. I guess that more impetus has been provided by the interest the piece has generated in the social media to which some of us have become prisoners, one way or the other. It has kept tugging, prompting me to action. But somehow, it is best to obey one’s inner mind. I mean, how could anyone make sense out of complete nonsense. Because I don’t really know what it is all about – I must confess, I can’t really make head or tail of it all – I know I’ll do a terrible job in knocking out a plausible response. The more I tried to ignore Sam Omatsaye’s diatribe, where he practically threw faeces on Peter Obi, the more something continues to urge me to respond.