Without garnering any of its correlates the phrase If You Tarka Me I Dabo You had stuck at the roots of my membranes
since I learnt to read. I can still recollect seeing the unique headline in the
front page of that newspaper the vendor used to supply my uncle. Of course by
then he had read and dispensed with it, only tendering the inconsequential
sheaf of newsprint to us for its other unsavoury uses in the household.
I must,
though, confess with hindsight to having taken whatever it was about the idiosyncrasies
of the now-late duo of Middle Belt nationalists as a play thing. Now this was
long before the music duo of the sixteenth English alphabet squared released
their hit You Do Me I Do You. So this
meant I had to wait to grow up some more to equate it with such bizarre
symbiotic relations that became more fashionable ever since turning the other
cheek lost its deposit at the reservoir of the human judicial system.
I was
consequently also able to grasp that it was about then that eneke the bird learnt its ropes and flew
without perching following its poachers’ gun-sight dexterities. On account,
this couldn’t have been too long after the Europeans came to Africa – with a
book also in tow. Like the overheard story goes, too frightened by the sheer
volume of the tome, our forefathers had clutched tight to their land as snugly
as they had clenched their eyes at the visitors’ strange prayer summons. Yet at
the end of the session the possessions – book and land – had inexplicably changed
hands.
Fantastic
hosts that they were, our forebears never minded much. They let their guests
dig in knowing that in no time they would claim back what was truly theirs.
True to the oracles, the visitors were no sooner sent back to whence they came
from following independence declarations that rang left, right and centre in
the continent. In one fell swoop all that had been stolen from us not yet carted
to their land became ours once again to a tumultuous reverberation of joy the
land over.
However, an
ugly snag was to arise to the consternation of all. As the erstwhile visitors
hurried home dejectedly, some of our brothers and sisters surreptitiously
aligned themselves into the vacant positions they left. In the intermission the
rest of us found ourselves lower down the rungs than we had been. To our utter
dismay our erstwhile brothers now took all the land and handed us the
foreigners’ book in recompense.
Accepting our
faith, we obeyed; but to no avail. When we complained that they were not
playing according to the rules they branded us opposition; accusing us of
treason and charging with sedition. But it all amounted to nothing when victory
came.
As it turned
out though, we had had been in opposition too long that we could not reverse
our roles. Guess what? We opposed on notwithstanding that we were actually
opposing ourselves.
While in
opposition our spokesperson had been at her very best; even outdoing herself on
occasion to the relish of all. Everybody was agreed that no man could put up a
performance close to hers in the circumstances. Given that coincidentally lying
rhymed with her last name, she even added soupcons of it to her unique
demagoguery as the occasion granted. She was so good at it that even those she
was riling occasionally gave kudos to her virtuosity against their wish.
All these were
to disappear into the ozone as we mounted the saddle of government. Somehow she
just could not get herself to repeat what she had done so well in turbulent
times in the peaceable tidings that besieged her new paraphernalia of function.
Even when she appeared to reach deeper into her bag of tricks like she always
did in the opposition days the result tended to backfire so bad it bordered on ridicule.
Finally, after
a spell of retrospection she found out that the problem came from the new
opposition. Without hesitation, she squared up to them with reckless abandon.
Penultimate week she even threatened to inflict them with a new disease – a
virus, we hear – that was yet causing trouble in faraway Brazil if they didn’t
let her be. Being scions off same stock they retorted that they were waiting
for her with their own ailment – a fever, in fact – that they had excess stock
of here.
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