Papa who are these people with big cars ? . My little boy of four years asked me in his usual inquisitive way .I tried hard to ignore him but he kept thuging at my trouser. Daddy, i am asking you ?, this boys of nowadays i thought aloud.They are politicans i answered,sorry? he asked, Junior i said politicians. Okay, he shouted excitededly po-looticians. I was about to correct him but on a second thought ,i believed he must be more correct than me .Remove the looting from politics ,it could be just another white collar job. However , my son shouldn’t know that . I was not ready for his next statement ,Daddy ,what is it again , i queried? .When i grow up ,i would like to be a po-lootician
Not far from my house i started hearing clapping and ululating by women . What could they be clapping for i thought silently .Leaving my son behind , i went closer. Standing on a poduim was a short fat man ,with a balding head that shone like a mirrow in the hot African sun ,with a potruding stomach that could shame any nine months pregnant woman .He was blowing a lot of grammer that got me confused .Infact i couldnot understand what he was blabbing about .Even the villagers could not understand but the sound of the – isms and -dum sounding words trigggered their clapping . After all, their money was not spent in vain : my mother narrated how they paid through their nose to send the politician to London for studies many years ago.
After straining my ears i was able to understand that they have discoverd a new oil deposit in my village. The po-lootician continued his speech .I will electrify your farms and water your gardens ,another round of applause followed . We shall dismantle all your dilapidated edifices and construct modern ones . Apart from that ,every body in this village will be salaried ,he continued .I was almost lured to sleep by his tales by moonlight . Before the ignorant villagers brand me an enemy of progress ,i had to beat a retreat back to my house.This incident happened ten years ago
A decade later, when i went back to the same village . Instead of electrifed and watered gardens ,all i saw was our farms filled with black sludge from oil spillage .All the fishes in our rivers mudered.The worst part ,our river ,our only source of water has been turned into a foul smelling swamp.The roads were worse because they were not built for heavy trucks used by the companies.
Standing not far from all this mess,like a lone ranger was a white marble one story twin duplex. Fenced completely with high walls that could make a prison look like a park .So big that you could be forgiven if you believed it was a stadium.The garden looked so green and lush completely detached from the squalor around it . I wouldn’t forget to add the olympic sized swimming pool that looked abandoned. Nevertheless , it still looked clean and well maintained . Infact , i will not begrudge the politcian for that ,he sure has taste.The whole building was electrified complete with a helipad ,where his helicopter lands . It was then it dawned on me that Mr po-lootician has indeed kept his promises ;in his compound .The joy of the villagers has been turned to anguish : My little village will never be the same again.