Once upon a time, in the extravagant corridors of the palatial Governor’s office, a once upon a wretched of the earth believed he would reign for eternity. Eagerly stepping into the realm of power, he basked in the euphoria that his term would stretch indefinitely. Alas, the fates had other plans, and as the final days of his reign approached, reality dealt him a bitter blow. He now stood at the crossroads of his political career, reluctantly facing the transient nature of power.
Having reveled in his position for a staggering eight years, our protagonist had become intoxicated by authority. He had mastered the art of playing the puppeteer, pulling strings and making decisions that shaped the lives of countless citizens albeit, in a terrible manner. But the cruel revelation awaited him like a cold splash of water on a hangover-ridden drunkard. The realization dawned upon him that his grip on power was slipping away, and soon he would be just another name in the annals of history.
This quasi and pseudo democrat found himself grappling with the uncomfortable truth that power, which he had treated as his birthright, was, in fact, fleeting. It was an existential crisis that brought him face to face with the essence of democracy—an ideology that values the voice of the people over the desires of a single individual. This realization, however, proved to be a bitter pill to swallow for a man intoxicated by his own sense of self-importance.
As his days in office dwindled, the Emperor pondered his options. In the face of imminent departure, he contemplated how to leave his mark, even if it meant extracting a pound of flesh from the very citizens he once mis-served. The notion of inflicting maximum pain as his parting “gift” consumed his thoughts. Such was the warped mentality of a slumbering opportunist whose lust for power had tainted what remains of his miserable soul.
But little did he comprehend that his farewell gift was destined to backfire, revealing his true character to a public already weary of his mis-rule. The citizens, having endured his whims and fancies for far too long, were ready to bid him farewell with a resounding “good riddance to a bad rubbish.” They recognized his departure as an opportunity to heal from the wounds inflicted upon their society during his atrocious tenure.
The Emperor’s plan to leave a legacy of horror and sorrow may have seemed cunning in his twisted mind, but the people were no longer fooled. They had witnessed the abuse of power and were prepared to embrace a new dawn free from his oppressive shadow. His so-called “gift” of pain merely reinforced the truth that he was nothing more than a bad rubbish—a symbol of the failings of leadership and the need for a new dawn.
As His Majesty’s (?) final days approached, the citizens found solace in the knowledge that his reign of power was coming to an end. They dared to dream of a future where their voices would be heard, where decisions would be made for the betterment of society, not for personal gain. They relished the thought of a State Governor who would embody the principles of true democracy, rather than indulge in a self-serving dance of power.
As the final moments of his term ticked away, the Governor found himself alone in his opulent office. The weight of his actions bore down upon him, and in the depths of his soul, he knew that his legacy would be one of selfishness and corruption. In this moment of introspection, he realized that power, no matter how intoxicating, was ultimately transient.
And so, as the doors of the Governor’s office closed behind him for the last time, he left a trail of disillusionment in his wake. The citizens, eager to move forward, whispered “good riddance” to the fading echoes of his power-hungry reign. They embraced the hope that from the ruins of his tenure, a stronger, more compassionate democracy would rise, unburdened by the weight of his transgressions.
In the end, the power drunk Governor’s parting “gift” was nothing more than a pitiful attempt to leave his mark. Yet, as history has shown time and again, true legacies are not built on the foundations of pain and suffering. They are forged in the fires of empathy, integrity, and a genuine commitment to the welfare of the people.
Home Column / Opinion Power-drunk governors’ parting “gift”: A farewell of folly, by Mahfouz Mundadu