Awo as he was fondly called was a typical cone head and the eternal brand ambassador of RATAK rat poison. After the great Ikemba Ojukwu released him from Calabar prison in a show of goodwill, he proceeded to the waste and switched sides for a morsel of bread.

He will always be remembered for saying that if by commission or omission Biafra is allowed to secede, the sad-waste will also leave, that statement alone magnifies the chronic low self-esteem and inferiority complex of the typical yoruba man who walks around with slacked shoulders in eternal defeat, without the mighty indomitable Igbos they are nothing but an obscure tribe from the dusty brown roof republic of the sad waste.

The governors of the waste must do the needful and make sure that a guard is constantly posted at the grave site of the great Awo to ensure that no unfortunate cone head gets the opportunity to mine his oblong skull as they are notoriously known for, I wonder why ancestors are never allowed to rest in peace in the sad waste, the most hateful and unaccommodating region in our country.

Awo died an unfulfilled man as he allowed small boy gowon dribble him with promises of presidency but his manhood shall live on, the final nail on his coffin was when small boy Babangida summoned him for an attempted coup and he took the coward route of ingesting RATAK to end it all.

All hail awo the great sage the intolerant ronu people.