EXPOSE  

And upon us it descended, the dreaded teenage years, when “Women- A survival module,” was education curriculum mandated. Where aware we were, of the rationale and format, a two-day consolidated course, acknowledging us the weaker intellectual vessels, necessitating intellectual boosting to compete with the evolved smarter woman. Nonetheless, many aware of this limitation, transitioned warned to unwarned, being of arrogant pomposity, that she is inescapably inferior.

Never admit. Never deny. Never blink 
Thus it was with GMT precision, the first lecturer presented, an unmistakably phenotypical and genotypical female, tasked with cultivating us creatures of the stone-ages. To that end, cognitive fostering was for the many, with words unknown made known, culminating in a mandatory reflective topic- The mistakes of Shaggy. For ad nauseam it was spoken, numerically eclipsing the brainless demands for SOPs- Don’t repeat his mistakes.

But the recognition was soon ours, that personal it was, evident with the denigration of the shagging one, for misinforming the pliable. Thus clarity was beseeched, and provided, as those of eager ears heard- Never ever say it wasn’t me. And with that she exited, concluding Day 1.

Diversions
Therefore, as would be expected, Day 2 was of palpable anticipation, for the innumerable who, what and why, begged clarification. Of which, the who was illuminated post-haste, another intellectually superior woman, entrusted with elevating us clueless, from lifelong intellectual mediocrity. Then the unanswered what- “If ever in a tone passive-aggressive, the request is we need to talk, rest assure that’s not her true intent, rather entanglement is the agenda.” Which exposes the why, communicated in language unequivocal- The woman will forever be of superior intellect despite these boosters, so a fool is he, who attempts to match wits.

Thereupon, guidance on managing difficult situations- If ever accusation you face, of being overly Shakespearian with her girlfriend, take the fifth, then forthwith engage the tried and tested Diversion Technique, “Honey it has been a difficult day for us both, let’s take an early night and discuss this tomorrow.” Then with her in REM sleep, you call her friends, your friends, the philanders hotlines and God, just to be of a clue and a fighting chance.

Then our final task, of harsh instruction- Write 1000 times, only a fool would ever try matching wits with a woman.

A woman’s vice 
But from observations recent, concerned we are, such tutelage or experiences wasn’t of Jagdeo. For if in his shoes, a Lady of locale Nottingham UK, travelled to China then America before landing in the Middle East and Africa, and ultimately at my doorsteps stating, “We need to talk,” you bet my diversion technique would be of such a magnitude, that planes in Australia would be veering off course. For this we know, inculcated in the “Women- A survival module,” that pregnant with evidence, she careless about talking and more of entangling.

Nonetheless, Jagdeo of paltry feminine experience, welcomed the fearless intellectual in Isobel Yeung, being of misguided confidence, that dominate he can, in ways he does to get on top of Kwame Mc Coy, Michael Younge and Critic.

Isobel intrudes
Now this the inescapable conclusion, the Vice Plot (VP) is nothing short of virgin politician, evident in his lengthy ticker tapes of miscalculations.

For it registered 90 minutes, Lady Yeung spent indulging the him in journalistic foreplay, flattering and fattening the hen, for the post-Christmas kill. But this we know, thus obligated to edify, if a journalist travels 10,000 miles, risking deadly pulmonary embolism and Covid-19, to query the mundane answerable with basic google searches, then blindingly obvious it’s, that interview should be brought to a screeching halt, like battylion’s Presidential aspirations.

However, that he never did, reaffirming that known, dating back to when Michael Jackson trended Black, Jagdeo is a back of the class dunce. And repeat we must, Jagdeo is a wannabe doctor and a back of the class dunce. All that was needed was a fearless woman, to have him folding like a cheap suitcase, evident in the Showtime show all secret recordings.

Nevertheless, that seen can’t be unseen, of Lady Yeung expertly exposing two Jagdeos, the combative and stuttering, of transition former to latter with four words- Do you take bribes? But that most elementary of question exposed the dunce in him, when emphatically he stated- No, I don’t. For this is so basic, wriggle room is a politician’s oxygen, making unwise his emphatics, positioning him in the tightest of corners, that only Houdini could’ve escaped. But an explanatory theory there is- Misplaced confidence was his, being of cachectic weight loss, wriggled he could out of any corner. And so wrong was he, with Lady Yeung’s suffocating Vice, unyielding.

Now having opened his mouth, swallowing hook, line, sinker and God knows what else, presented was the perfect opportunity for the Pradoville Buffoon to just zip it, and quickly exit the elephant trap. But not Dacta Blah Blah, who proceeded to assert that he’s beyond christlike, with APNU+AFC having scrutinised all his overseas bank accounts. Then the shocker, the man renowned to fire blanks, thickheadedly accused the Gracie Award winning journalist of doing the same. And with that, the Nottingham University alumnus, of the elite Russell Group, hit him with a slug, “What’s your relationship with Mr. Su?”

Jagdeo: Oh Su?…..My relationship?….Nothing, he is a tenant in my place yes.

Yeung: And he is a friend of yours?

Jagdeo: Yes….am yes….yes he is a friend of ours, his father was here from many years ago.

Yeung: He lives next door to you?

Jagdeo: Yes

Yeung: He is able to arrange meetings and catch ups with you at any point of the day?

Jagdeo: As a friend, yes.

Yeung: He claims that he has a very close relationship with you, he is able to get any deal done.

Jagdeo: Well, I don’t know…

A fearless inquisitorial intellectual vs a stuttering delinquent dotard. For in 2016 Marie Claire positioned the Brit amongst the 50 most influential women in America, and 2022 we coronated her, Empress Wu.

Koala dunce 
So positioned in the dunce corner, he engages the established PPP diversion technique, threatening say all Su he will sue, but sue Su for what- Emotional distress? For this we know and he knows, sue Su and most certainly, the evidence will be raining faster than the long awaited transcripts. And then that farce of an interview where the report was, his eyes are yearning to see Su to sue. But surely, his eyes hath seen Showtime and Isobel Yeung, why not sue them? For obvious it’s he’s playing dolly-house, without sophistication, since an irredeemable koala dunce is he.