By Uwa Eghomeka
I have
read, first with discomfort, and then with something akin to horror, the words
that have been attributed to my dear governor, Adams Oshiomhole. I call him “my
dear governor” for two reasons; first, I am indigene of the nation’s big heart;
and second, one of the ballot papers of the Edo
state 2012 gubernatorial election bears my thumbprint. However, I am beginning
to think that this may very well be the last time he will be labelled with such
an endearment, at least by me.
*Gov Oshiomole
As Labour leader, he was everyman’s hero; the voice of the
people, the light in darkness. His booming voice and pointed remarks directed
at those who were deemed oppressors were lauded because we believed that at the
heart of all the drama was a man who believed in one thing-the people. As
governor, we expected the transference of that passion into the governance of
the state; we expected that he would demonstrate leadership, honesty, and
respect for the people of his state; and with respectability too. We expected
also that as our number one man, he would do so with some finesse and at the
very least, a modicum of regard for the office and a huge dose of common sense.
Sadly, we expected too much as Oshiomhole is now carried away with being more
of a needless voice than functioning in the service of the people.
