6th May 10, 2010, 6.30 am. Port Harcourt.
I woke up this morning to the news of President Yar’ Adua’s death and all I could say was “: eh yaaah! Ok”.
I can’t possibly say that I was saddened or devastated at the news. So does that then justify my reaction to the news as “indifference”, “send-less-ness”, or “it’s high time”. Whichever term you may choose to describe my reaction to the news of the President’s death, I’ll justify it.
INDIFFERENCE – I’m indifferent because somewhere in my heart, I have already mourned the president, I have thought there was trouble since over 8 months ago. When I saw him on TV, looking really worn out and speaking in muffled tones, I knew there was trouble. I felt sad then because I could not begin to imagine what he was going through. I had more reason to mourn him also when the “Hide and Seek Yardi Game” started, and I rounded up the mourning when it was obvious we were never going to know the true state of our president’s health. So now, they think it’s the right time to tell us Yardi is dead, and ….humph! I can’t cry! So I’m indifferent and I “send-less”.
“IT’S HIGH TIME!”- Don’t get me wrong, I still think President Yar’ Adua was a nice man who stood for the right things for his country (amnesty, due-process), but he was surrounded by bad (Turai) people who are ever so greedy (Turai), with so much “bad-belle” (Turai) for the Nigerian nation, and are power-crazy (Turai).
These Turai people are the ones that tied the scepter of power on a sick and unfit president and smuggled him out to Saudi Arabia for months and never told us a thing despite all the accusations we laid on them, they didn’t budge. The only person that had the power to fling them out of Saudi Arabia was the king of Saudi himself and he did so when he sensed danger. So they smuggled the same sick and unfit president into the country in the thick of the night. They then told us that he was so strong and healthy that he could even jog, play tennis and fight karate, still they refused him any visits from even his own mother and the then vice president, Mr. Goodluck – what’s in a name – Jonathan. Sadly, the only people that got to visit him were the Muslim and Christian Clergy, who I’m still ashamed of till today (they came out with different reports of who/what they saw).
There’s also the scoop that these Turai people were advised to take the ailing president back to his hometown in Katsina state for an easier transition, thereby declaring the president unfit to rule the nation, but “she” shook her head furiously to that, exhibiting all her fangs. These same Turai people fought so hard when Mr. Goodluck was made the Acting President – funny they wanted him to remain Vice President. Thanks to them, my little 4 year old friend can now quote section 144 and 145 of the Nigerian constitution. Oh! The art with which they evaded those two sections!
If the Turai people had taken president Yar’ Adua back to Katsina and he died there, they/she would have some family support and I would probably be sad now, but instead they chose to drag a sick man up and down so much because of their selfish desires. Yes, “it’s high time” the man rested in peace.
Mr. Goodluck will cease to be Acting President and become president. The Turai people will vacate the Aso Villa for the Niger Zeta man whose name is working.
Today is work-free day. A day we are supposed to mourn the President’s death. So I stepped out of the house finally by 10 am, on this work-free day and people are wearing sad faces. One man at the bank near my house is struggling with the Nigerian flag, he actually took the whole flag down, “half-mast” obviously cannot describe his sorrow.
I could hear the lady selling recharge cards calling someone on her phone and saying “Eh! When did they “confirm” him dead? This morning?”
Then, the mama-put lady walks pushes her truck right next to me and asks “Sista, this work-free day go affect me?”, and before I could reply, and man walks up to her, plate in hand and grunted “Madam, abeg, put Rice, Spaghetti, Plantain and two meat for me jare…”
Well, I guess I’m not the only one that has already mourned.
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