Ogori Alexander

P.Z. Aginighan: "Four years past, the glorious memories of my uncle still remains intact" — Ogori Alexander

Part 2: The uproar of dry bones

Just close to the eve of 2019 general elections, precisely as the commencing month to the campaigns — 31st August, 2018, the unpronounceable news of my uncle death visited me with wry face. Just like two charged air masses in the cosmic level attacking each others to aid thunder and darkened change of weather.

"Oh God! Why good people and good things never last? Why the satanic incarnates, ugly looking beings with heart like stones are opportune to live long to cause unbearable pains on the free people in the human society?"

Pst. P.Z. Aginighan, his politically inclined son (Tammy), and his personal police aides were gruesomely murdered on a well scripted plot of car accident. The murderous act was politically motivated as passersby and eye witnesses hide not the truth from their classified accounts.

Ex-president Goodluck Ebele Jonathan made this award winning novel speech after the 2015 general election:

"No blood of any Nigerian worth my ambition...".

Nigerians are always indebted to this good man that has the fear of the human creator and to the pure being of the human person.

When human being highly placed above by God Almighty to have dominions over animals tend to live like the wild animals in the jungle, it shows a display of malfunctioning in the human responsible system. Can it be corrected? That is where the panacea is carefully searching for in all days and nights in every generation. From experimented fact, the upgrade of evil grows geometrically as the years become heavier in numbers. In times of old, we often heard kingdoms fighting against kingdoms, unlike this contemporary society where infighting is found between mankind of the same kingdoms. Lack of cooperation is consistence everywhere due to hate on neighbor's achievements. Very bad!

The fear of 'John the Baptist' preaching in the wilderness, in the city, on the bank of river Jordan became a troubling wall to King Herod corrupt ruling. John did not shy away reprimanding Herod of his committed atrocity of killing his brother to marry Herodias (his brother Philip's wife). The constantly piercing of the 'need to change from evil' messages unjustly got John detained for prosecution. The same stories encountered by Jesus Christ and his disciples' antecedence to save the world from devil misrules.

Why the world cannot do away with bad antecedence? Why evil people are always celebrated while the good intended people are rejected? Why good intentions are bad omen to the blood sucking demons in human flesh? What is the offence of good to the complicated men? The ambition to rule despotic in the dark without interference from the sun light is a what these blood sucking vampires in the political blood stream want?

The dry bones that opposed fleshy growth stooped to conquer the tendons and ligaments that can enhanced the futuristic growth of flesh. The political dry bones do not like coat of flesh, they are not ashamed to walk naked, they do not have reproduction organ to produce anything good to the society. They have dead sensory organs — No eyes, no nose, no ear, no tongue, and no skin — hence, they care less about the suffering of the society. They are into power to increase hardship to the fleshy growing humans. They might be in human flesh clothing but they are dry bones from the pit of hell.

They might be at the top hierarchy of the human church that few people could commend as God's faithful servant due to their conditional philanthropic involvements. Who am I to judge? But most times the realities have to be told bluntly in the day light. The problems of Nigeria is nothing but of the too much counterproductive dry bones. Their tentacles are ready to antagonize any protruding tendons and ligaments that are ready to support fleshy growth in the society.

"Prophecy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the words of the Lord. Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live." Ezekiel at (Ezekiel 37:5-6)

He lived and lives....

To be continued in part 3...

P.Z. Aginighan: "Four years past, the glorious memories of my uncle still remains intact"

By Ogori Alexander

Part 1: The August Messenger

On the 31st day of August, it happens to be an unforgettable day in the lives of Deltans, Bomadi APC Family, Ogodobiri Community, and to the Aginighan extended family. I seized this moment to called my uncle an "Hero" to the pain of the wicked dry bones hiding facelessly. Four years past, the memory of my late uncle, Pst P.Z. Aginighan (Fmr. NDDC Managing Director) and his young progressive son, Tammy Aginighan (APC House of Assembly aspirant) has placed irreplaceable and unforgettable vacuum in my mind eyes and to the mind of others.

I was on my way, walking heavily tired, to the University Sport Complex to got myself relieved as the Tribal, NSE, NASS, and SUG football tournaments (trainings) were ongoing to marked the end of session celebration. It was an hectic day for me, like others; as lecturers sped up their lectures to meet up to their lectures' note ahead the students' free week before the commencement of the second semester's examinations. Morning till dawn, the son of 'Ogori' was on the run, either at the science blocks or to the far end engineering blocks to received lectures.

"Thank God today it's Friday, let me go and exercise my muscles" I said happily after receiving the last lecture of the day.

I quickly dashed into the hostel, got myself changed up to my sport kits. I was a consisted soccer player in my department football team, "The Mariners". Then, they famously called me "Bale", reasons best known to them.

Bale is a Wale international football superstar in the great Britain. He has played for Tottenham FC and Real Madrid FC. He was famously known by his speed and spectacular goal scoring records. May be, I was accorded because of my speed and dedication to the team.

"Bale! Bale! Bale!" Spectators cheered whenever ball reached my possession. They knew the dangerous results that could come from the counter attack as I sped pass one, two, three before clearing the ball to a safe goal scoring sport within the 18 yard box of my opponent's half.

Just barely walking passed the entrance gate to the School Sport Complex, a call came in. I checked. it was a relative.

"Don't tell me what I'm hearing is true".
I was curious, "What's that you're hearing?"

"I heard, your uncle P.Z. and Tammy got accident, and they are alleged to be death now" the person said with furious tune.

My gut instantly stopped to vomit the speaking words, I became dumb for 20 seconds. My legs cannot walk forth and back, my eyes fixed on the ground, as my trembling body started to lean toward one side like the 'fallen Jericho'.

"What?" I replied with my pulmonary pulse kept beating faster more than the normal heart beat. My heart was beating so hard that I could see the slow painful dilating and suppressing pulse of my heart.

"This couldn't be true" I said breathing faster and cut off the call.

The news received, recorded at the auditory tunnel and the interpretation gotten from nervous system were total misfit; insipidous to the mind assumption, because I did recent talk with my uncle on phone. "Death news hardly becomes untrue" that was what my community people said whenever a rumour of "someone died" happened. They believed, human being could lie with everythings in this life but death they couldn't exceptionally lie with.

Meanwhile, the only alternative to get a trending news concerning a public figure, politician, or celebrity would be on the social media. Although, being a social media crazy friend, through out the day I had not visited the doors and windows of its platform due to the day workloads on lectures. Quickly, I unlocked the door and window of the small lettered blue 'f' 'Facebook App' in my phone after putting on the data..

My mind was rubbly unstable as the Facebook App was booting to open its contents.

"This ugly news shouldn't be true", I prayed in my heart.

Finally it opened with an headline "P.Z. Aginighan Death Black Friday to the Ijaw Nation." Immediately headache started to vibrate out of my skull. My eyes got blurry as the salty water in my eye sockets kept pumping out like from the source of River Niger in Guinea.

"Was it not on this Wednesday I phoned my uncle, and he told me to come down to his residence at DSC in Warri on Friday that he wanted me and others to be around to host some APC Governorship, Senate's aspirants that needed his endorsement?"
I kept questioning myself in soliloquizing mood .

Moreover, I did not show up to my uncle house because of the showdowns of tense lectures on that day. "My uncle will understand my absence because I'm a student" I told my myself as I knew I could not meet up to my uncle house that day.

To be continue in part 2..