I know that Africans do not like discussing death until it strikes like a lightening. But at all times, we must not be shy to discuss death because it is an inevitable dilemma waiting on every individual. Now a tenant in an obscure hospital in London, Nigeria’s president Muhammadu Buhari, whether dead or alive, is approaching the closing times of his life. Rumors of his death have clouded the social media with unsubstantiated news and analysis, but his camp is not just communicating. They are not talking the way they should. They have babbled with explanations about diagnosis and treatment of this Dictator, and at a time claimed he was just on a vacation.
The moment of death is inescapable. Based on Buhari’s age and shabby vigor, the exit of this dictator should be expected. In fact, he might have gone into an endless sleep to face his final judgment. Then, Nigerians would have another opportunity to start all over to structure a constructive path in their quest for national unity. Likewise, he might still be alive; then Nigerians would continue in their dreadful hardship.
Buhari was groomed in an uncultivated military community, where the powers and rattling sounds of AK-47 subjugate constitutional system. But the Nigerian army, as bad as it may look, has within her commands, some exceptionally brilliant soldiers who could speak the official language of defense. These good men, unfortunately are stifled out of service by a system where mediocrity outruns excellence; leaving behind a fragment of boneheaded officers unable to differentiate between a pipe bomb and beer can. Buhari represents this ugly culture; and this explains why a man who has no proof of High School Certificate could rise beyond the law, his country, and the entire masses.
What I actually do as part of my job is keep accurate records of how they live, terrorize their constituents, and eventually die like idiots. I do not empathize with their constituents because I am not in the emotional card-making business. I document and share their funerals, and compile deceitful eulogies by hypocrites that grace their horrific burial moments.
It is therefore an ancestral duty to fight such living dictators until, one-by-one, they expire to embrace their graves. Then, their victims shall grace their wakes with crocodile tears and melodious sounds of the “Amazing Grace.” For Buhari, this occasion is a matter of time; and he would be etched to the earth; where he would torment the masses no more. Then, Nigeria shall become free, and the enslaved commonalities would regain their freedom and take their country back.
Just like any Dictator, Buhari is grinding toward the finishing line, with one foot on the ground and the other in the grave. But such is life – a merry-go-round with retributive surprises. It is interesting watching this man as he exits his physical being to resume an interminable sleep. Then he would question God on why He created the female sex; why He kept the oil in Delta; why He allowed IBB to remove him; why He created tribes other than the Fulanis; why He did not zone his death to the South; and why the hell He wasn’t buried with that gigantic building called Aso Rock.
Dictators are nothing but self-made demigods tormenting a peaceful world. But to sickness and death, their wicked powers become innocuous and theatrical. Before you accuse me of mischievously advocating evil, you must be aware that I have nothing to do with how dictators die. My job is to report leaders; the good and the bad ones; how they rule; and how eventually, they are punished by their deeds through the vengeful Law of Karma.
I do not shoot Dictators because I do not have a gun, and have never owned a gun. I do not have the power to kill them, and would not wish them dead either; I do not give them ear infection; I don’ not give them cancer, and in general, I do not cause their afflictions. What I actually do as part of my job is keep accurate records of how they live, terrorize their constituents, and eventually die like idiots. I do not empathize with their constituents because I am not in the emotional card-making business. I document and share their funerals, and compile those deceitful eulogies by hypocrites that grace their horrific burial moments.
But for sake of order of open trial, Buhari should be presumed dead until proven alive by his cohorts, who have dramatically denied the masses basic information about the presumably, Chief Executive.
♦ Anthony Obi Ogbo, Ph.D. is the publisher of Houston-based International Guardian, and the author of The Influence of Leadership