Sometimes Ago, I Criticised Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan

By Gomina MJ doctor

I expressed my opinion on the decision by Senator Natasha (the representative of Kogi Central in the National Assembly) to upgrade the Provincial School (now called AAAMCO) in Okene. As usual my pen query, and was dancing on paper: pendulum dances step.  It  danced with its mouth making a thunderclap-that only the one who was criticised can hear. It wailed, so it wasn't derogative. 

At first, I balanced my view to embrace the visible truth and rolled out the unequal and unparalleled achievements Natasha has put in place on her legislative work for the people of Kogi Central. I did this to divorce emotion from realities, but I knew it won't stop the flames my post would magnetize. I know we can blindly support someone. 

What have I said to warrant the barrage of negative reactions, that set tongues wagging in vituperation? I lamented the unnecessarily preferential concentration of education privilege to AAAMCO when other schools in Kogi Central have been crying for immediate attention and yearning for interventions. I pointed out that she supposed to focus on other schools because, for now, AAAMCO has both learning equipments and facilities, so doesn't beg for such humongous favors from the public fund under her care. The Provincial School from the outset of its creation, has been receiving attention from the previous governments and organizations while other schools have been abandoned. Some of those schools have more students than AAAMCO and are choked up with inadequate learning equipments and lack of facilities (structures). 

From moral perspectives, it is very wrong to continue having heaps of projects in one school that is idealized in waste activities. Priorities should be in the chart of need, not favoritism. 

My view is embedded in how we can bring even growths and development that push forward our dear education society. We cannot continue living in self-denial. We must take up our cross and follow the fact. It is not advisable to be preaching nepotism and favoritism in allocation of resources; that anyone that is lucky to be in position should only concentrating on one desire first, and do others if possible.This is not a derogative opinion but an assertion to put things in perspectives. 

To me Natasha is an Iron lady, just like Margaret Thatcher, that has clothed herself with bullet proof standing in a democratic fortress.

I believe her super ears are democratically fixed to hear the echo of nerve-racking cry. We want to curry her favour through fiery criticisms. To get the attention of the political power, it is not achieved by beating wardrum with carrots. It is done with nexus stick that arises commander alertness. It doesn't not come on a platter of gold. 

At that, I expect the unexpected. There were several emotional discharges in the feedbacks from people who were prepared to tongue-lash me. Goddess are venerated, and not to blame, they said.Though I valued such, because, that is how, democracy perches on the branches of freedom; and devours by igniting controversy that give birth to usefulness to bring about growths and development. 

Just know that: we get growths and development from the rich of waste product: meaning that the world grows from oxymoronic soil. 

My assertion at what they think was jaundice vomited out of related bitterness, is to wake a dead feeling in her political spirit. Then, some thought I poured out scorn. Oh! Did I? Dear readers how can I? Why should I dislike Natasha for God sake: hmm. It was painfully in vain to explain as rain of vituperation was in operation. They thought my concocted tale failed as my thoughts swang. Their emotions had built selective membrane and

 enveloped their thinking so that my magnetic flux that wanted to neutralize the poison lost it flux. Was I not referring to criticism of valued purposes because it is an ingredient of our ongoing democracy. Yes, I am. I mean: to bring her consciousness to what it is imploring for a need: it was several schools that are dead living(bleeding profusely)near the memorial school.  The call was a necessity because the files in the theatre are pregnant heaps that can be attended to. 

In an infant democracy, fierce criticism is considered to be missiles that cause ruination; this is the believe some people quarters. But this perspective is a poor incidence(disease) that they are, as they were reflected in misconstruing my intentions. 

The reason why our democracy has  achieved stagnation spectacularly is because the mouth of critic must be padlocked and sometimes be open with statement-extracting sieve. They think a critic has diarrhea of the mouth, rather be define this way: spanner in their mouth that destroy work, but being opaque as they see blurry: their lens couldn't see the constructing function in the spanner's hand during repairing. 

We need to constructively criticize Natasha to solidify her stand to the nature of democracy in meticulous, rigorous and scrupulous actions. Politics moves haphazardly, then, totally, encompassing shade of opinions. In the that case, she look centripetal and centrifugal directions: that make her to receive enjoyable missiles and know her ways. That makes her a lioness in the battle and therefore, we consume her the flowery richness in her armory

We must contribute in fiery manners like sometimes when sun is looking with fiery eyeballs on the low hills, shining and afterwards dull, pouring our darkness. This in a wisdom is a democracy that looks upon the world. 

In one of the furnace's arguments; it nearly burned my medulla: he said I need to wait till her second year, oh! probably, year three, that everything cannot be done in a jiffy. But I laugh thunderously because the earth questions quietness. So I think people, my lovely people don't understand how critics operates. God bless Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan. Your journey is rough but your vehicle is well fuel and equipped to meet the challenges on the road to el-dorado.