Sir, when Nigerians first voted for you back in 2015, it was with the aspiration that you would not only give instructions about where Nigerians should “go”; it was equally based on the hope that you would, in the manner of great leaders known to us in history, say “let’s go”.
Sir, when Nigerians voted for ‘change’ not ‘transformation’ in 2015, it was with the aspiration that you and your party would not only inspire ‘change’ but that members of your party would be ready for ‘change’.
Sir, most Nigerians voted for you again in 2019 partly because they saw in you someone who represented what Nigeria should be and what Nigerians could be.
Nigerians had the conviction that you would not only do things right; Nigerians were sure that we with you at the cockpit, this “airplane” could be on auto-mode -that you would always do the right things.
Sir Nigerians voted for you in 2015 and 2019 based on your pedigree not because of the assemblage of characters with whom you had to travel that path.
Nigerians wanted a leader who would be a dealer in hope; they thought you were.
Nigerians wanted a leader in whose inner room there would be no shenanigans and iniquities; they thought you could be.
Nigerians yearned for a government where nepotism and tokenism would be anathemized; in your carriage and candour they invested their aspirations.
Let me remind you Sir.
When Nigerians voted you into power, your victory was reminiscent of the emergence of Prophet Musa in Egypt among the Jews.
For sundry reasons including their obduracy and predilection for recalcitrant behaviours, the Jews came under the jackboots of Pharaoh.
He oppressed and exploited them. He ran and ruined the land of Egypt.
Just before you emerged again at the centre of this ‘gravity’, we were under the jackboots of our own Pharaohs too.
Yes Pharaohs; not just one Pharaoh.
I use the word Pharaoh as a metaphor- a metaphor for iniquity and profanity; a metaphor for rulers who became dealers in mediocrity and infamy.
The Almighty describes them in Quran 27 verse 34 as the Muluk; I call them the fascists; the Almighty refers to them as destroyers of cities, I gesture to them as slave-drivers of nobles and the notables.
Just before you came, Mr President Sir, that group had turned this land to a hungry land; a land that was, in line with Frantz Fanon’s argument in his classic, Black Skin White Masks “hungry for bread, for water and for light”.
Just before you came, this land had become like Makkah in the 7th century – waiting for the emergence of its own “Muhammad”.
In Nigeria today, life is simply becoming too hard for the ordinary folks; corruption has become a religion; churches and mosques have become cathedrals of the faithless, where Satan had seized the pulpit, where denizens now sing the praise of Lucifer.
Eventually you came.
You emerged as a saviour, the liberator, the guardian angel.
It was your destiny, so you claimed, to emerge at that moment when Nigeria sat on the precipice.
It appeared to be your destiny, so you thought, to emerge when this nation sat on the cliff.
You emerged to assist this nation effect a change from a ‘body’ in whose language corruption festers and ulcerate to that whose appearance would be instructive of a new national agenda, the touchstone of which would be abhorrence of payola and the sovereignty of discipline and integrity.
It is this antecedent that birthed ‘the season of change’; it is from this ‘womb’ of anomie and hopelessness that your emergence began to instill hope and affiance in the hearts and imagination of millions of Nigerian citizens.
Nigerians felt a sense of prosperity in electing you.
Nigerians knew that a nation with no quality leadership is a poor nation; a poor nation is that whose culture inspires not the emergence of quality leadership but of mediocre.
As our country marks its 60th independence anniversary, it is sobering and instructive to note that what we have achieved as a nation since 2015 are gravely inferior to what we should have achieved; they are painfully second-rate to what we could have achieved.
Your task, ‘Mr President Sir’, is tailored-made – this land is hungry for bread, for water and for light.
There are millions living down-there in the abyss of hopelessness; there are millions out there who feel that this nation has not lifted them up; there are millions out there who are frustrated.
It is your duty, Sir!, to instill hope in them.
Therefore, each time your children bask in plum and luxury, remember Sir that there are millions of Nigerians who can hardly put a slice of bread in their dry and anhydrous mouths.
To be continued
