- The Storried Platform
DUPLICATED IDENTITY – By Nwagbo Ebubechukwu Bruno
NEPA took the power supply rudely, and Bros J’s television went off with it. He has never been known to be a failure; so we were apprehensive when we saw the tough shell of the tortoise splitting. Everyone knew that the opposition has just clicked the right button by escalating “Bros J’s past stinking debris” and scattering it on the posters of his SUG presidential ambition. The Jacob’s porridge was so spiced that Bros J’s closest allies followed the trails of the aromatic smoke coming from the Ogodo group’s kitchen. J didn’t show up at the polls, according to him “to avoid raising emotions”. After I had cast my ballot, I made to see our group’s agent; he told me that all hopes were not lost “Bros J still has the students’ voters’ love, from the pattern of voting so far, he has an upper hand. Tell him to keep hopes alive.”
Stepping into his room to announce Banjo’s message of hope to him, NEPA greeted me with the withdrawal of their apprehensive smiles that have been hovering precariously on the room’s ceiling, and the T.V set concurred that it was finished. “The results were announced rather too fast, I lost to Ogudu. That’s what the television just told me before it died.” “Bu…bu…but..! “My lips quivered, “…Banjo, yes, our agent Banjo assured me not quite long that you have an upper hand…”
How could they do this to the best performing Faculty Student Union president in the annals of the school? I suppose he saw this coming when he devoted himself to spending the Faculty’s resources on things that would get to the entire students’ populace without caring to pay loyalty and royalties to so-called god-fathers and king-makers. But how they got at him beats all imagination. Creating a different Bros J to carry out all these dubious crimes the original J we know is now paying for. What’s more the bank transactions detail, the signatures, pictures, and everything seems to match against the good man. So, he braised up to face whatever was to come; praying for the best, while preparing for the worst. “.
“Have you wondered why I did not make noise about my victory in the Faculty polls last year? Because I know nothing is as special or as serious as it first seems. Again, nothing is new under the sun. Was it not in this country that a House of Assembly Speaker was impeached, simply because it could not be substantiated whether his name was Evan Enwerem or Evans Enwerem. In life, no victory is final, no defeat is fatal. So, as usual, I will maintain a low profile and not raise emotions. When the time comes, the truth would rise and defend itself. Look at that telephone, Banjo is the only person who has called me so far…” “Ehe ee!” I prompted “… just to announce to me of his defection.” What! Betrayal! The sins of Judas! The hands of Judas was at work, while Justine Dibia was gunning for the SUG number One seat, the shadows of Justin Dibie’s stinking past gunned him down. It looks like someone has just eaten with the devil with his bare hands. The previous year’s event flashed back in a rewind when Bro J’s telephone nearly ran a hot fever as he won the Faculty of Science Students Association presidency. Now, in this dark scanty room, the same excited device relaxed on the stool staring at him. The last call showing on its face;
“Banjo: 7 minutes ago
Call duration: 17 seconds”
By Nwagbo Ebubechukwu Bruno
NEPA took the power supply rudely, and Bros J’s television went off with it. He has never been known to be a failure; so we were apprehensive when we saw the tough shell of the tortoise splitting. Everyone knew that the opposition has just clicked the right button by escalating “Bros J’s past stinking debris” and scattering it on the posters of his SUG presidential ambition.