Open letter to His Excellency, Prof Senator Ben Ayade, Digital Gov of CRS Part 1

Open letter to His Excellency, Prof Senator Ben Ayade, Digital Gov of CRS Part 1
Governor Benedict Ayade of Cross River State inspecting the Calabar Monorail for commissioning 

By Daniel Agbor 


PART ONE!

YOU WILL SOON BE IN THE GUNNESS BOOK OF WORLD RECORDS

Dear Sir!

I write to congratulate and thank you for being our governor. Indeed, I want to thank you for working so hard to bring in foreign investors who have graciously signed up to 30 MOUs with the state. Indeed this is a feat that no other governor in this country have achieved. Don’t mind those wicked people who say the MOUs are fake, they are just jealous of your achievements sir. But some people are saying that it looks like Ifere Paul and Okoi Obono-obla have scared you from signing more. Please sir, don’t mind them, EFCC or not, it should be memoranda all the way.

I also want to commend you for the cleanliness of Calabar and it’s environs. As someone who I suspect was high said the other day, that there is refuse all over Calabar as a result of heavy enjoyment because you pay wages on time. Dear Sir don’t mind the wicked people. I have driven all over town and I have not seen refuse anywhere. Any dirty seen is the one enemies of progress are importing just to make our digital governor look bad.

All this talk about your wonderful projects is as a result of envy. Our super highway is 20 kilometers wide. That is first in the history of mankind. Don’t mind detractors who say your real target is timber for export. What do they mean Sir? Don’t mind them, do you look like a poor man? Even if they don’t know, we know, that you have a history of stupendous wealth from childhood.

The wicked people accuse you of refusal to tour the state since you became governor. Don’t mind them Sir, they don’t know that you must finish touring the whole world before you visit those villagers. Why should you go to LGAs when there is nothing happening there. After all, all the chairmen live in Calabar hotels where they lavish the monies that you kindly allow their local governments.

(To be continued)