Fayose and his reckless accusation against Seyi Makinde — by Bamidele Johnson

Fayose, at 66, should really be viewed as 666. In Biblical terms, that number signifies something profoundly malign and egregious. Fayose is certainly egregious. There is scarcely any debate about that.

Watching him accuse Seyi Makinde of somehow choreographing the abduction of schoolchildren in Oyo State, without a shred of evidence, was only the latest reminder of how worthless a man he is.
He has always been worthless. He has had a long-running feud with Makinde, with whom he used to be a mutual admiration society, each apparently convinced the other was wonderful.

The relationship soured. Since then, Fayose has appointed himself unofficial recorder of every meeting Makinde has attended, despite not being present. He seemed to possess the remarkable ability to report proceedings from rooms he had never entered. Eventually, even that material ran out.

I have little doubt that his latest salvo has delighted supporters of President Tinubu, particularly as a riposte to Makinde’s own rather misguided claim that Tinubu hindered Amotekun. Politics is tribal that way.
Many of those applauding Fayose today considered him stark raving bonkers when he was governor. They loathed him because he was attacking their side.

Now that he is in bed with them or they are in bed with him, he is a splendid fellow, courageous truth-teller and statesman. He is none of those things. He is actually a buffoon. The people who adored him back then also knew he was a plonker. They simply found him useful because he was insulting people they disliked. They called him Osokomole as though he were a Nobel laureate rather than a provincial political showman.

Anyone who can present a state budget in 10 minutes flat while wearing a T-shirt over khaki shorts has already supplied ample evidence that he is a nincompoop who have no respect for the people of his state. Yet, they cheered. Now, they no longer cheer.

The pattern is familiar. Consider Nyesom Wike. When he was strafing the people certain supporters wanted strafed, he was hailed as a fearless warrior, despite regularly displaying the temperament of a man who should not to be left to hold a table knife. Consider Kenneth Okonkwo. When his generously proportioned lips were firing in the approved direction, he was a hero. The moment he swivelled and aimed elsewhere, his former admirers suddenly discovered that he had always been worthless.

Curious, that. They never noticed until the barrel pointed at them.
The truth is simpler than all the partisan contortions. A shithead is a shithead. Whether he is attacking your enemies or defending your friends does not alter the diagnosis. Fayose is one. Wike is another. Okonkwo is yet another.