A MESSAGE TO PRESIDENT GOODLUCK JONATHAN Mr. President, I want it to be on record that I am writing this in the late night. Not that I intend to be up at this time but I was denied sleep because of the ambition and dreams of youths that might not come to realization. Not because we have left anything undone or because we are not destined to reach the sky, but because of the fate-changing environment which you and other politicians with the same ideologies have created for us. I write to remind you of the breadwinners that who would die on the bad roads you failed to fix before this year runs out, and also to tell you they voted for you to prevent death in such manner. I write on behalf of the lady who would be stripped naked and molested publicly for stealing a mobile phone, and also to ensure your conscience wriggles at the outrageous amount of money that is siphoned everyday under your administration without anyone to challenge you. I write on behalf of parents who would die unfulfilled because the situations of the nation never allowed their children reach the promise land, and also to remind you that you could have walked to stupour without shoes till eternity if in your childhood days, leaders were this callous and inconsiderate. I write on behalf of the orphans crying day and night. I write on behalf of the families left in tears because their children got eroded in the waves of terrorism. I write on behalf of the young widow who would lose her husband to the robber’s bullet tonight. I write on behalf of the widower who would lose his wife during labour because he can’t afford the basics. I write on behalf of aborted children who never saw the sun because the nation they set to come isn’t favourable. I write on behalf of the innocent prisoner whose inability to establish his innocence has left among the guilty and also to commend you for the justice you did in Alamieyeseigha’s case. I write with the pain of the Aluu four’s tragic death in mind. I write on behalf of the girl who will be raped tomorrow by men whose frustrations are premised on you and your political friend’s impunity. I write on behalf of all victims of your greed and insensitivity. I write on behalf of long suffering Nigerians. Mr. President, I want to magnanimously safe you the stress of asking if the above set of people appointed me as their secretary or spokesman. No, they did not. But wait; do not see me as an interloper. I do not need to be told what to do every time; I am sensitive to the feelings of fellow Nigerians. Trust me, there is nothing special Dr. Abati and Dr. Okupe are doing that is special. A parrot talks too, so it is not a talk-talk thing. Mr. President, to start with, it did me such pride that history would forever be on your side over your latest decision to sign the anti-gay bill into law. Nigerians are not unaware of the courage it took you to take that decision. However, I am forced to believe that the condemnation from America on that decision is premised on the fact that they have not come to the realization that the era of colonization is gone and that what we have now is a sovereign state. You are indeed a leader. Hide that smile Mr. President! You caused it. Did you remember your posture before Hilary Clinton last year was like that of a typical Africa slave before his master? Can you still remember you ran to President Barack Obama to seek his help in tackling terrorism in Nigeria? I don’t need a list of such occasions to make my point. Dear President, little things matter. You are the leader of the most populous black nation, act like one and call the bluff off any Nation whose aid to another is premised on legalizing what God has made illegal. Sir, please don’t go behind us to legalize it. Remember, your promise on the media on fuel subsidy was different from the step you later took. You were economical with the truth on Mr. Farouk Lawan and Monsieur Otedola’s case too. So, I find it more convincing to await a train in an airport than to believe anything you say. Don’t mind me; you are only a typical Nigerian politician. Mr. President, for the avoidance of unnecessary obiter and inadvertent humdrum surgery of your political lacunas, I shall proceed to the essence of this message from me, your humblest subject. Sir, I write this letter because your decisions and that of your political friends offend my humanity and that of fellow Nigerians. That said; you also appear to enjoy our cries and pains so much that you proceed from committing one administrative blunder to another. Sir, I have a question for you. Does it ever cross your mind that the way generations before you never smell Aso rock, generations after you might never taste from the fountain of power again? Sir, it might interest you that the Nigerian I am today was not my choice, it was the incidence of my birth. If you will be sincere, the office you found yourself today was not what you envisaged; it is a matter of political occurrence. Have you ever asked yourself while armours and armies couldn’t save Abacha from the ready hands of death? Why don’t you learn from Babangida that there is never a second chance to make the first impression? Do you think anybody is above getting flown abroad alive and arriving in a casket like your late boss? Don’t you think one day you would become a mere letter writer like Baba too? Sir, presently, if I am to write your biography in one sentence, here it goes “here is a man who made so little from surplus, who watches as dreams erode, whose rise to power overshadowed him from the reality”. Pardon me if that hurts, Dr. Abati or Dr. Okupe would lobby to get two pages of a national daily to falsely eulogize you tomorrow. They are experts in playing violins of deceit and tuning it. As for me, I am not a sycophant and I don’t celebrate hypocrisy. Mr. President, I join young Nigerians in mourning the loss of your credibility in the student’s area few months back. In fact, it was a great and tragic loss for your ambition. However, that loss drew no sympathy from me. To be sincere, I tried to shed tears for you but I ended up laughing at the demise of your credibility among students and people who value education. Sir, you excellently succeeded in disastrously subjecting dreams of many students to massacre. Due to the strike your obstinacy caused, hundreds of students tragically got the journey to their promised land elongated. You made many who should be a graduate today remain undergraduates. I even thought the 7 billion naira you budgeted for Abuja gate would prevent ASUU from going on strike. When that failed, I thought the pardon you granted Alamieyeseigha would let Stella Oduah admit her sophisticated political theft of #255 million so that you can pardon her too but it also failed. By the way, Oduah should have gone for five bullet-proof jets instead. The reason is that a person of her class, intelligence, world influence and academic record at St. Paul’s college should no longer travel by road. I learnt in a bid to fight corruption, you have set up a committee to investigate Oduah’s case. Sir, to ensure transparency, please I nominate Farouk Lawan, Alamieyeseigha and Mr. Otedola as committee members. If the committee can exercise some patience, James Ibori can also join as the chairman. Unlike many Nigerians, I am smart enough to argue that the proposed unconstitutional first lady office would have some rooms for the poor and homeless Nigerians to reside but Julius Berger has not commenced work on that. Mr. President, before I digress too much, the orphan on whose behalf I write told me her father served the government with the most productive part of his life. Unfortunately, during your administration, he died on the queue while awaiting his pension. Sir, the pension has not been paid till now and you cannot serve this nation half of what the old man did but you’ve earned heavily from his labour than you deserved. The daughter he left is exposed to the harsh weather, daily hunger and infections but your meal allowance can feed a rational battalion. Mr. President, may history judge you. I heard the voice of the lady’s heart. I mean the lady stripped naked for stealing. Her heart lamented the ignorance of the men desperate to see her nakedness. Oduah did worst but you clothed her. Madueke is not an exception but no one stripped her naked. Your political friends siphoned with impunity but are still entitled to the best of attires. Mr. President, she finally surrendered you to fate. I visited them in their one room apartment: the two parents whose child couldn’t afford the hospital bill. The Doctor demanded bribe before he could help. With enthusiasm, he dipped his two hands in his pockets but removed it empty. He looked up to the leaking ceiling with a dry face but looked down shedding tears. His certificate is older than your administration and he has lost many shoe soles through daily walk in search of job but you didn’t provide any. His old man coughed in pain as he struggled with death. Mr. President, I wish you were at the funeral. Uche, Danladi and Alani were three good friends. They met in a part of the country where they were posted to serve the land you rule. Then one night, after Uche promised his old mother of the greatest care when he becomes great, Danladi and Alani were inspired to call home too. They both promised to struggle and do their parents proud among their colleagues. The following morning, separately, one wagon each conveyed their bodies to their villages. Their dreams got shattered by the terrorism act you couldn’t curb. Mr. President, may history judge you. Oluwasegun still wRIGHTs…
Posted on: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 07:31:55 +0000
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