O GODWIN, HOW ART THOU FALLEN!
O Godwin, where are your backers, protectors and soldiers today?
The hunter has become the hunted and the tormentor has become the tormented.
The troubler of Nigeria is now the troubled and the source of our collective pain and tears will himself feel pain and shed tears.
How great and mighty is our God and how faithful He is to His promise and to His word.
O Godwin, with your cheap green tie, fading suit and wry smile you poked your greedy, grubby little fingers into Nigeria's eye.
Like a drunken sailor and feckless dullard, you boasted of your strength and wielded power with impunity as if there were no tomorrow.
Now reality has hit you in the face and you stand shamed, bowed, bloodied and naked before the world. You caused the death of many. You made men and women take their own lives.
You caused mothers and fathers to regret having their children. You caused Nigerians to strip themselves naked in public places and rant, rave and lament about their suffering and hardship.
You caused women to weep for their men and men to weep for their women. You caused millions to lose their self-esteem, self-respect and dignity and to sell their souls to Satan to make ends meet.
You brought a great and mighty nation to its knees and turned 220 million proud, hardworking and noble people into powerless, pitiful and grovelling paupers and beggars.
You caused law-abiding, loving and dutiful youths to turn into violent arsonists, terrorists and subversives out of despair, anger and frustration.
You caused men and women to burn down banks and public buildings and you caused Nigerians to lose their life's savings, beg for bread and walk the streets penniless with no more than 200 naira in their pockets and to their names.
O Godwin, son of Emefiele, like Lucifer Son of the Dawn, you have finally fallen.