Bolaji Abdullahi's Race Against the Script By Faruq Atofarati

Bolaji Abdullahi earned my sympathy the day I knew he was contesting for a political position in Kwara Central. It's interesting and disturbing, but it raised a major concern with the current political atmosphere. I know Bolaji Abdullahi as a gifted writer who has written impressively on the art of capturing and recapturing power. If he hasn't dissociated from his "On a Platter of Gold."

 

The ruling party wants to dampen the Central's cause by axing qualities from within for money-oriented political philosophers. I thought the Central would be picking between a pink and a mauve, but they want to raise a towering fortress without digging deep.

 

The complicated absurdity is weaponizing poverty, of course, people now find it difficult to differentiate between being a philanthropist and being a lawmaker with qualities of representational politics.

 

The Central is thus in a state of chaos, and there's a gesture that changes the mind. From the calibre of medical practitioners with comprehensive CVs to those who cannot couple a BSc result. The Central is being disturbed; it's so hard to differentiate between temporary satisfaction and the grandeur of long-lasting excellence in quality of living. It's an illusion that threatens the best philosopher in the block.

 

The Governor and the once-upon-a-time political rival now became deep-sworn friends, making love on a metal sheet with funny billboard dominance-- with flaming vengeance in their motive.

 

With basically no intended policy except for manifesto templates, media turmoil to keep the name in mind, and monetized political credo. No traces of political exceptions or federalism ideas. 

 

They promised to serve the people but twisted their prologued with hatred campaign. It has now become a theatrical show with many missing plots as governance snapped back at them. There's a difference between Bolaji Abdullahi and other title contenders. He's being present