O is for Obseqiuos/ Oleaginous
“Good morning Sir, it’s with great pleasure we welcome you to our humble platform today.You’re a man of laudable esteem and value, your work in the community, the policies you have made since taking up office has indeed given the community a much needed face lift.”
“What policy is Oga refering to please, change ko change ni?” shaking her head in disproval, Yemi sighed.
“My dear does it matter, all we want is the money. You know all these politicians, the larger potions of their back you scratch the more pennys you pick, like scratching dandruff off your scalp.” Sheye whispered standing next to her.
“Oh God that’s just disgusting, couldn’t you find a better analogy? Yuck!” Chinyere chimed in.
“I think our organization is being misrepresented by our oga praising this man as an honourable person.” Yemi continued.
“Miss perfect by the books na you know.”
“Excuse me joor, I am trying to be serious here. We critize, yet we obey them without protest. We castigate them in private but fawn at their feet at every given opportunity. Honestly sometimes I think we’re worse than the hoodlums at least they’ve an excuse they don’t know better, what’s ours?”