Shaibu’s deadly conspiracy against Oshiomhole, Momoh
By John Mayaki
Lo! The cauldron of ambition boils anew, and within its depths, dark schemes are brewed. Philip Shaibu, that cunning architect of betrayal, returns to the fold of the All Progressives Congress (APC), not as a repentant son, but as a wolf in sheep’s clothing, his fangs ever sharp and his heart set on treachery.
Aligned with those fierce titans, Nyesom Wike, the former lord of Rivers, and Godswill Akpabio, the Senate’s master, Shaibu now conspires to bring low the ‘mighty’ Adams Oshiomhole, to sever his wings and deny him a second ascension to the Senate’s lofty perch.
But mark well the serpentine nature of this Shaibu, whose art is not in the building of fortunes from humble beginnings, but in the toppling of giants by standing upon their broken shoulders. His entry into the APC is no mere homecoming; it is a calculated move, a step in a game where the stakes are as high as the heavens themselves. Yet, when he sought to plead his case before the very throne of the President, his path was blocked, and he was sent back to the lion’s den, to Oshiomhole, whose shadow he once served and now plots to topple.
Behind Shaibu, the hands of unseen puppeteers pull the strings, seeking to strip Oshiomhole of his power, to reduce him to naught but a shadow of his former self, a mere footnote in the annals of history. Among these conspirators stands Monday Okpebholo, a silent figure, yet one whose presence looms large in this tale of betrayal. Okpebholo, a pawn and Jarret Tenebe yet another player, both stand poised to wrest the seat of power from Oshiomhole’s grasp, to unseat him by means foul or fair, for in this game, honor is but a fleeting whisper, and victory is all that matters.
And what of Shaibu’s own ambitions? Whispers abound that he shall ascend to a ministerial seat, displacing Abubakar Momoh, the current Minister for Niger Delta Development and a loyal servant of Oshiomhole. Yet, such is the nature of Shaibu’s greed that he cares not for the dignity of the office, but only for the power it confers, the ability to bruise the pride of those who oppose him. Whether he takes the mantle of Niger Delta or some lesser ministry matters not, so long as his hand is on the lever of power, and his foot on the neck of his rivals.
But there is more to this tale than meets the eye, for some whisper that Shaibu’s true aim is to take Oshiomhole’s place altogether, to claim the crown for himself, and to leave his former master a broken man. Okpebholo, with his own vendetta against Oshiomhole, may well play the role of executioner, but Shaibu, the schemer, the mastermind, is the one who shall rise from the ashes of this conflict, his ambitions fulfilled.
Yet in this game of shadows, there is no place for patience. Shaibu is a man who knows not how to wait, whose appetite for power is as insatiable as the sea. He moves with haste, aligning himself with Oshiomhole’s foes, determined to strike while the iron is hot, to bring the mighty crashing down so that he may ascend in their place. It matters not to him whether Oshiomhole or Momoh falls, so long as one does, for in the end, Shaibu’s loyalty is to none but himself, his only creed the pursuit of power.
In this manoeuvrings, every move is a gambit and every ally a potential foe, the stage is set for a great reckoning. The question is – will Shaibu’s schemes bear fruit, or will he find himself ensnared in the very web he weaves? Only time shall tell, but one thing is certain: in the deadly dance, there can be but one victor, and many who fall by the wayside. Whether Oshiomhole or Momoh, someone must give way, for the stage is not wide enough to hold them all, and Shaibu, ever the opportunist, shall ensure that it is his enemies who bow before him.
