The behavior of a man becomes his trademark in the long run. I have been discussing Buharocracy in parts 1 to 3 of this treatise. I had stepped it down to mourn the painful and sudden departure of my elder brother, friend, soulmate, kinsman and confidant, High Chief Raymond Ayaoghena Aleogho Dokpesi, Ph.D, OFR, D.Sc. His death pained me. It still pains me. I have not gotten over it. Will I ever? Perhaps, yes, because I am told time heals wounds. But wounds do heal; yet the scars remain. So, will the scars of Dokpesi’s death ever leave me? I do not know. Or, do you?
I have since been put in the quagmire that Macbeth found himself when, in lamenting the assassination of King Duncan, he had wondered if all the oceans in the world would be capable of washing the innocent blood from his hands. He grieved thus: “Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine making the green one red” (MACBETH ACT II, SCENE II). Thank you, William Shakespeare.
Let us take a break from mourning and grieving. Let me continue part 4 of how “Buharocracy put Nigeria in throes”. Today’s outing is simply a continuation of the surfed internet links of my understanding, definition, plenitude and amplitude of this amorphous form of government called “Buharocracy” (a different negative genre ofdemocracy) I had discussed this amoebic system of government since 2014, even before Buhari became president in his first term.
