I wanted to titled this pieces “The born again vice president”but the N250 million vice presidential gate house saga changed the narratives.
“Wait a minute! don’t you have manners?” a voice from nowhere invaded my privacy. “Why are you trying to draw conclusion from what you have little knowledge of? are you this gullible to blame a man for a sin committed by another?”
Lost in oblivion, I remember Tunde Idiagbon, a vice-president that introduced war against indiscipline, some people say he was more powerful than his boss.
“Shut up! Shut up!! Shut Up!!!” The voice interrupted again “Why are you so confused? can you compare Idiagbon to the man who stood up and stop the incredible Mr. third term from playing the Mugabe card in Nigeria?” I wanted to tell him to stop but he was just too fast and angry.
“The only problem is that, he is so rich that i sometimes wonders the source of his wealth, even when he has been a civil servant all his life” the voice echoed
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” I tried a little laughter, but my voice send a message to my neighbours and they came knocking thinking i have won a federal government contract.
“oh! I know your type” the voice interrupted again “You are one the people who dance at the mention of the man with no shoe and thinks that he would have done better than Mr. I fight corruption?” By this time, my door bell was “dbanging” Korede Bello blues but i didn’t want to wait till he question the don about marriage, so i paused at the door to defend my integrity.
“yes, i love him, after all, he built many schools in your region, he wanted to stop the issue of ‘we didn’t see your WAEC certificate’ once and for all”
“You are seriously pissing me off” the voice echoed “This is hate speech, i am reporting you to the president” the voice said in protest.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” my laughter this time scares my neighbours away, i could hear someone humming outside “omo na mental case o, let’s call his family”
“Are you now the Minister of Laughter?” the voice asked “No, im not, go and report me, the mystery lady will bail me out” I said.
“Shut up! Which mystery lady? she belongs to the living room, the kitchen and the other room, get that into your skull, as a matter of fact, let me leave you to dance in your ignorance, this fuel queue alone is enough to get me busy”
Actually, the events of this past few weeks has given me a second thoughts about so many topical issues, first, I want to commend the Catholic bishops for standing up to tell president Buhari the truth, there is hunger in the land, this fuel crisis is unbearable, the unemployment statistic is the worst in recent history, we seriously need the Buhari that campaigned and promised us change not the one who is currently travelling around the World on medical tourism or the one that is acting dumped to Benue killings, or the one that oversees the killings in Southern Kaduna but the one people trekked for and the change we are urgently need
To be truthful, i expected so much from vice president Prof Yemi Osinbajo but he has broken my heart, most of his utterance these past few days resembles that of a show boy on errand just to please the boss not the people. He is a good man but this one he keeps singing Psalms even when there have been a revelation on the lamentations of Nigerians is worrisome.