Because he had been in the bosom of his mother’s best friend and husband, he wanted to be separate and not answerable to anyone even the adored Mr. President, which in practice was not possible. He would soon be taught the rule. He wanted to be wrapped by ethics and selflessness and to commit to truth unto death. It seemed that his appointment was coming forth when the nation seemed assailed by the worst pestilence on account of bad governance. In all modesty, he was too young to fill the gap corruption had created in the republic.
          Mr. President and Uka got to the venue of the inauguration devoid of usual security details and motley encourage that does typify such outing. Decked in a gray blazer and shining black British shoe, he matched majestically almost following the walking details of Mr. President after alighting from the gleaming hummer jeep that brought them, squeezing his chubby face as the scorching midday sun hit him. There were a lot of raised eyebrow when they arrived. For some fleeting moments, he struggled to adjust to the situation and many eyes were intently looking at him, by shielding his face with his hands, moving simultaneously to shake hands with them. While some were in deep thought, some were nodding and uncomfortable.
          Pleasantries over, the presence of the two had well been acknowledged. The moderator fastened himself and called out a long list of the guest in order of precedence. He walked straight to his seat and immediately Mr. President started summing up his reason for choosing Uka as the most fitting for the post.
“………..I found him loyal; I trust his energy to give out his best stuff and for the good part make democracy practicable. I therefore recommend him” he summed up.
Wild clapping comes up from all ends of the hall died down as he majestically matched with his new crown, raising his hands and bidding the cheering crowd. Uka smartly stood and walked around the gallery waiting for the applause to die down. He had many things to say but when and how to say them kept taking his time. He was gaining from the time the audience had spent clapping to adjust his thing and talking cap. It was all on his joy for having gotten the post of FEC chairman. His face glittered with mirthful smiles as he planned to affirm in a monotone.
“My decision to know and be known by the political fathers and engineers of this great nation is a right one. I have not regretted it even for a moment. They too are my fathers and mentors. Admittedly, my experience is not sufficiently varied but they remain my backbone and life wires in the field of politics. His Excellency Mr. President had shown dependency on the policies that affect the generality of the citizens of this great nation. For the present, restoring politics and political processes should be our utmost goal, so that we can still cap it all in all West African nations. We shall embark on weeding out corrupt political officials who had made our history long as a corrupt nation. By taking this action, I think we can agree to close that saddest chapter of our political history, were even in this twenty first century our entire environment is still poor and masquerade infested, and with the citizens sinking deeper into wants and despair, were flies hovered and settled on the rubbish on the dustbin, coupled with joblessness on the part of our youths with economic strangulation which had marked our existence as a nation for long. The saddest thing that can ever happen to any nation is to have in all organs of the government corrupt men. The next election is coming up in a couple of months now. A task is set before us to set up another generation of men who can wash and iron up our democratic system and gave it a new look. All our organs who had been splinted with legal backing to manage its structure should ensure that it becomes the best in the record of any election in African nation before and after independence. We shall expose all irregularities and lack of transparency in the electoral process, to call to book any who miss the mark of true governance. Sad to say, though commendable, our predecessors may have possibly done their best, but we need to wake up to our shadow and draw a line between civility, modernity and dependency. In the past, scores of people had been killed in electoral violence and I wondered about the circumstance, things which are not acceptable and obtainable elsewhere in world. For the worst, it does not speak well of us. We have been accused of many things of which we can deny'.