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By Aare Amerijoye DOT.B.
There is a peculiar kind of magician in politics,the type that sets a house ablaze and then wails the loudest about the fire. This is no ordinary magician, but an illusionist of grand deception, a masterful conjurer who turns black into white, disorder into harmony, and betrayal into loyalty,all with a flick of his self-serving wand. Enter Umar Damagun, the acting National Chairman of the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP), a man whose greatest trick is blaming others for the very chaos he engineers.
Damagun, in a stunning display of theatrical amnesia, now alleges that certain leaders and members of the PDP BOT are the architects of the crisis threatening to engulf the party. But as we peel back the layers of deception, the truth emerges, raw and unfiltered: Damagun is not just a participant in this unfolding disaster, he is its chief architect.
The party’s elders, in their collective wisdom, have spoken with clarity ,Damagun must return to his rightful position as Deputy National Chairman and allow the North Central to present a candidate for the substantive National Chairman role. A simple and logical directive, one would think. But in Damagun’s world, logic is an unwelcome guest, and truth is merely an inconvenience to be bent, twisted, or outright discarded.
What, after all, is the sanctity of party structures when personal ambition is at stake? What is constitutional order when the whims of one man can override an entire political tradition? Like a monarch who mistakes his temporary crown for divine inheritance, Damagun clings to a position that was never meant to be his in perpetuity, crafting a narrative so absurd it would be laughable,if it weren’t so tragic.
When the only PDP governor, His Excellency Dr. Peter Ubah of Enugu State, convened a meeting of Southeast stakeholders to chart a clear and fair course, the consensus was straightforward: Udom Okoye was the rightful choice for National Secretary and should replace Anyanwu. But for the emperor-in-waiting at the party’s national headquarters, the decision of an entire geopolitical zone,coordinated and superintended by the only PDP governor,was a mere inconvenience, an irritant to be brushed aside.
Damagun, in his characteristic defiance of order, anointed Samuel Anyanwu instead. What followed was a courtroom drama that would make the finest legal thrillers seem dull in comparison.
Anyanwu secured a fleeting victory at the lower court, and for a moment, he basked in the illusion of legitimacy. But as Ellen Goodman once said, “The truth is never pure, and rarely simple.” The Court of Appeal overturned the lower court’s ruling, affirming Okoye as the rightful National Secretary. Justice had spoken, the law had ruled, and the path was clear.
But Damagun and Anyanwu, those self-styled custodians of selective legality, had no use for justice when it no longer served their agenda. Rather than abide by the court’s ruling, they embarked on a legal gymnastics routine so convoluted it could only be described as an Olympic-level exercise in judicial acrobatics. Anyanwu rushed to court seeking a stay of execution, but the court, in its infinite patience, is yet to indulge him. Instead, it ordered the party to maintain status quo ante bellum, a directive that meant the Appeal Court ruling subsisted, and Okoye remained the National Secretary.
Yet, in the grand tradition of power-drunk despots, Damagun and Anyanwu twisted the ruling, distorting its meaning beyond recognition, and continued to impose their fabricated reality on the party.
Now, as the party teeters on the edge of a crisis entirely of his making, Damagun does what all master manipulators do,he points fingers. He cries foul. He manufactures villains. He constructs elaborate conspiracies. And, in his most audacious move yet, he demands that party leaders play the role of fools in his charade, nodding along as he rewrites history in real time.
Anna Hempstead Branch once wrote, “There is no power on earth more formidable than the truth told as it is.” And herein lies Damagun’s greatest fear: that the truth will one day break through the fog of deception he has so meticulously crafted. That his house of cards, built on lies, maneuvering, and legal distortions, will collapse under the weight of its own contradictions.
But truth, like justice, is patient. It does not always come swiftly, but it comes surely. And when it does, Damagun will not be remembered as the saviour he desperately pretends to be, but as the man who mistook manipulation for leadership, deception for governance, and personal ambition for the collective will of a party.
For in the end, history is not kind to those who mistake illusion for reality. And Damagun’s illusion is running out of time.
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