Gentlemen and ladies, please help me. I cannot help myself.
I like to see myself as an unalloyed critic of the Sarakis, Olusola Saraki, his daughter Gbemi Saraki and his son Bukola Saraki, for their practically feudal domination of Kwara State politics in which the Saraki patriach dictated who would be governor in Kwara State, on one occasion describing himself as going on pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia to pray for guidance as to whom to approve as/make governor of Kwara State.
His son became governor in the previous electoral round while his daughter was elected to Senate. There followed a spirited drive to make the daughter governor while his son takes up her vacated Senate seat.
People like me wonder why one family should rotate central electoral positions of the state among themselves, why one man and one family should play an almost dictatorial role in a democratic polity.
I then saw a picture of Gbemi Saraki and my general criticism of this family began to modify itself. I began to imagine myself speaking to this woman and asking her out to dinner. I'm pleased I dont have to make any decisions in relation to her political future.
If I had to, I wonder if my critical stance could be sustained. Would my intellect be true to itself? Would it be able to look beyond this beauty and examine her level of genuine democratic culture? Would I dismiss all that as inconsequential in the face of those rounded cheeks, those full lips, the space that announces itself proudly to the world as it rises from her chest?