Wike has a long tongue that pierces the heart. His utterances are full of bile, which can destroy any noble cause . He fears nothing, not even the fear itself in contrivance to former US Franklin ‘s warning in his famius 1933 inaugural speech that we have to bow if fear confronts us.
He is vainglorius and hackled up. He takes the world upon his shoulders like the Purkish Caesar in a Shakespeare play ” Julius Caesar, who defies the warning of the soithsayer to steer clear of the imposing doom masquerading and will come to pass in March ” Beware the ides of March”
Wike has caused himeif some reputational harms by the lack of trust from his own trusted friends who are no longer his trustees. He plays God and wants every bird to sing under his control. He fails to realise that whether one prays for rain or not, thunder will answer him if he plays God.
He is a proud PDP destroyer. A party that brings him from nowhere to some where. He holds the party and gradually kills it in. Yet, boasting that nobody dare push him out of the party in spite of his open antiparty. He assured the president in the words of a man who cares for the mankind that he ” will hold the party,” and he is seen causing a heavy hold up capable of sending the party already in haemorrhage to its early grave.
Wike has shown Fubara his true colour. He hollered that in his own state where he calls the shot, the governor can only be the number one in his own ward. He cancels the second term ambition of a governor who has been hoping to forge anead and turned eulogy to a dirge reminiscent of the serving man Peter in Shakespeare’s play “Romeo and Juliet” ” who asks the musicians waiting for Juliet’s wedding to play a mournful song”
His utterances are never carefully worded, and instead of surrounding himself with those who will put the rein on his horse, he gets grovellers who bow to recer him like Amadioha, a dreaded deity.
He asks other people to mind their businesses and not to meddle with his Rivers state but turns himself to a PDP faction in Oyo state. GSM, the peaceful governor of the state, keeps watching him like a man dancing naked in the market Square.
The earlier it dawns on the Emperor, the words spoken without thought often demand explanations that thoughtfulness would have prevented the better for him.
Isiaka Kehinde is my name. I think therefore I am.
