A Poisoned Chalice: Oriaku’s Sour Grapes
Listen here, Obinna Oriaku, the self-appointed “Oracle” of empty rhetoric and economic sabotage. Your sudden, feigned concern for Abia workers is as transparent as it is nauseating. It is the anguished cry of a political scavenger whose snout has been rightfully removed from the treasury’s trough.
You, who presided over the financial carnage of Abia as its worst Exchequer in history, now dare to lecture on fiscal responsibility? The sheer audacity is only matched by your staggering hypocrisy. You are like a arsonist who sets a house ablaze and then arrives with a thimble of water, pretending to be a firefighter while criticizing the new architects of the rebuild.
Your tenure was a masterclass in failure—a pathetic symphony of excuses played on every radio station that would have you. While you were busy creating “emergency billionaires” and squandering bailout funds, states with lesser resources were leapfrogging us. You had no model then, living comfortably in Enugu, but now you’ve found your voice? Your voice is a poisoned chalice, and Abia will not drink from it again.
Your so-called “facts” are a malignant tumor of lies, grown in the petri dish of your bitterness. You lie with statistics the way a drunk lies about his whereabouts—with reckless abandon and zero credibility. You are a dark character, a prophet of doom whose only enterprise is to spread malice and drag progress back into the mud from which you emerged.
Your sponsors and sympathizers—the old, discredited cabal that fed fat on Abia’s misery—are known. They have sent their weeping boy to do a man’s job, and you are failing spectacularly. Your words are not a critique; they are the death rattle of a political era rightly confined to the dustbin of history.
So take your pitiful N29k screenshot, woven from the fabric of your deception, and your crocodile tears for pensioners—pensioners whose plight you directly engineered—and go back to your sponsors. Tell them the game is up. Abia has moved on from the likes of you.
You are a man whose legacy is defined by what he destroyed, now jealous of those building. Your words are empty, your intentions are vile, and your shame should be eternal. Let this be the final requiem for your irrelevant grumbling. Crawl back into the obscurity you so richly deserve and never speak of Abia’s progress again, for your very voice is a curse.
AProf Chukwuemeka Ifegwu Eke
