He was a man of principle and chivalry who was at the pinnacle of his political career and who could not be bought or sold, who do not fail to call sin its name and stood by truth always. His rise to power was rapid possibly because of his transparency and accountability, always known by the same name yesterday, today and tomorrow. For one thing, he could eternally be remembered by history. Then the truth which he stood by and the legacy which he wanted to keep and the light for better days which he kept in the rock of time shining and fearlessness with which he go by. Many things were the fierce polemic gesture he launched against the police of government in corruption, which was widely acknowledged by all.
 
 Part 3
 
 
 
 
 
Shattered castle
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The long prayer
The prayer for something longed enough to see
The future seen
With the greatest prospect
The home
Which had been built
With the labor
Of the hero's past
Going in vain
A flourishing outfit of repute
Now
A shadow
Where sadness stand
A mere shadow
Slowly going out of order.
There seem to be no hope.
More hatred than before
More crisis
More hunger
More assassination
More bitterness in politics
More prostitution
More poverty
More loss of jobs
More kidnapping
More militancy
More bombing at public places
More power failure
More dried taps
More power outage
More strike
More importation of fake drugs
More cybercrime
More terrorism
More polio, aids and malaria
More death
More bad road
More rigging
More tribalism
More collapse of industries
More prophet of doom
More shoplifting
More…
More…
More..
The castle is collapsing
The tricks backfired
The new ideas altered
All hope for a better future failed.
All political equation altered.
All good breeds had vanquished
With regrets and manly tears.
The victors in kegs of gun power.
They never learned from history
The many lessons of the past
Things that could have gone and gone
From the heart were still deep
Eating them up in all manners
Judging people by their color and tribe
Nothing good would come with this.
Who will rescue the collapsing castle?
The castle has been shattered
So on the edge of history, we stand.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Each nation gives life to democracy in its own way, and in line with its own tradition.
But history offers a clear verdict:
Government that respect the will of their own people
Are more prosperous, more stable and more successful than government that do not”.
B.O
America.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Barely three weeks after the election, Mr. Ribadau was murdered in cold blood in his own house immediately he came home from an official duty from Singapore. Days prior to this, he had faulted Mr. President lip service to the issue of security and threat to his own life. Like many others, mostly innocent politicians he had been murdered. To the nation’s political life, one good turn deserves another. He would be replaced.
 However, his murder was the most painful in the recent political history of the republic. It came at the time everyone was hoping for reform, at the time hope was rising, at the time smile was about to come many faces. 
For the entire nation, it was a time for mourning, mourning replaced with joy that the virus in the political system had been removed and that the next elected president was a Professor of Physics from Valley View University, the new deputy a professor of chemistry and Uka, a first-class Professor of Ordinary from one of the most prestigious universities in the world.
With high hope that those with inflated certificates would do more, the country was jubilating for the sooner task for proper removal of all cankerworms and dull brains who were unfit practically to govern the nation. But with such bad dreams and sudden assassination, there was no reason to believe that such dreams would be a reality. The campaign and follow up election, which was conducted with ruthless efficiency, crash the whole dream. There seemed to be hop...
The death of Mr. Ribadau was received with shock by the entire nation, when all hope that things had normalized. Mr. Ribadau was a man with clue in the highest sense of reasoning, who unknown to others had been running out from the shadow of the ghost of Mr. Zack who he had sent to grave in the most productive years of his political life. However, his death by crash was examined to come from a political sabotage, but no one knew who was directly responsible. For these years, he maintained a conspiratorial silence with the president and his pageboys and asselickers who were directly responsible. There were. They were, no doubt. Everyone knew and could affirm.