My phone has not stopped chiming. Nigerians have left their sufferings and have been inundating me with pictures of Mumu Elliot kneeling and grovelling like a recently castrated eunuch
The reason why I am suffering this much is because of my strong stance in his support during the last elections in Surulere
His ‘father’ had asked him to stand down, and he had refused and went ahead to throw his cap in the ring
The whole system moved against him, and he stood his ground
He was going against the grain and attempting a David-shot-down-Goliath with a stone parody
I jumped behind him and gave him my shoulder to lean on
After my first salvo in his support, one of his strongest supporters reached out, and we met in an apartment in Ikoyi
He told me so much about his loyalty, his suffering, and his deprivations, and ended by saying that his victory was with the people and with God.
He showed me chats with top guns in Aso Rock assuring him of their su,pport and I actually saw where his confidence was coming from when I read a chat from a strong enforcer entrenched in Aso Rock assuring him of victory
I left that meeting shaking my head cos there was no vision there
This was a stubborn child trying to be rascallly cos all he said was – what have I done wrong, why is he treating me like this and the rest
Nothing along the lines of – we must push for our future, we must drop our sweat and blood for our children, that kind of exhortation that moves mountains.
This was just an underling, who was attempting to step out of the chorus line
Despite all of this, I still threw my support on him and pushed as hard as I could in his direction
My logic was simple and I stated it at that point and it remains very valid.
I dont care where change would come from and as a good student of history, change would come from within and as such even tootpicks like Elliott could be railroaded into accidental heroism
Muppets have changed world history, some great generals fought huge battles with STDs, others have conquered empires while still walking the doorsteps of tomfoolery
Elliott fought a half-hearted battle and on the day, squeaked like a squirrel dressed in the tartan rags of Wole Soyinka’s Bro Jero as he saw his dreams being mutilated and scavenged on the table of political avarice
He lost woefully and immediately started banging the doors of privilege to beg for morsels
He eventually got the opening and he crawled on his cracked knees to beg to be taken back shamefully.
This wasnt even a mutiny, it was an incenstous cry for the gravy train to continue to berth at his station hence the ease with which he has grovelled back to beg
The fight we wanted to fight, was one against the complacency which comes from the dearth of true democracy albeit internal.
A system that has gatekeepers who decide it all
The fight was to seize the errant soldier, work on him and use him as a Trojan horse to ram on the system and possibly break it down and entrench true democracy even if its internal to the APC
Instead of getting a trojan Horse, we got a trojan Malu, who mooed his way back to his masters on bended knees
This was just a mere gliche as the search for a new Trojan Horse is on and when we get him he will undergo better training for the task of salvaging Nigerians is not an easy one.
For now, we can only laugh at this Malu who has just booked a place for himself in the greatest book of political clowns.
Desmond who?
Come and beat me
Duke of Shomolu
Last modified: September 15, 2026
