FOLA OJO FROM PUNCH
In their denigration sing-along, Tinubu was branded a foster child whose real mother is not Abibat Mogaji. So what?
Monday December 12, 2016. I made public an opinion titled: “Tinubu: A Phat Phenomenon.” Its ushering words read thus:“At the turn of specific seasons of life; and in set times buried in the exclusive knowledge of Divinity, humanity experiences the birthing of some special breed of beings who have been marked to carry out specific assignments on behalf of specific territories and nations.”
Words in that opinion were conjoined to relay a personal message about the man who is now President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. I stand on the pedestal of truth as I express here that God of heaven did not appear to me mono-a-mono in a vision or a dream about Bola Tinubu. My ears were not plugged up in wax; but I did not hear a still small voice like prophets whose ears often pick up droplets of heavenly information about who will or will not become President of Nigeria.
What I authored in the article was a simple reflection on everything I heard, read, and was told by a few powerful politicians in the orbit of the man called Jagaban of the universe.
In that same 2016 treatise; I expressed: “Is Tinubu God? God is not a man! And Tinubu has never called himself such. But his traducers will tell you he acts like the Holy One. But he is a man on a special spiritual assignment, and he doesn’t have to dream dreams and see visions to play that role. Tinubu is not just a whiff and a whale; he is a colossus and a cyclopean phenomenon in Nigerian politics!.”
A few days ago, Monday, May 29; the man who had enthroned men as kings, and installed men as governors, senators, president, and vice president became President himself. On that day, according to Prophet Isaiah, the heavens were split open. Tinubu was inaugurated in the aftermath of a downpour that tunnelled deep down into the ground he later walked on as the 16th President of Nigeria. Then came the bright radiant sun that left its 93-million miles abode piercing through layers of the cumulus shining on Asiwaju as he took the oath of office. What a beautiful heavenly token that spoke without an audible voice signalling that good things are about to hit Nigeria. Tranquillity was in the air; and the nimbus and patina of hope for a better tomorrow accompanied it.
Many thoughts ran through my priestly mind. Tinubu has been wrestling against many odds all his life. And he has always won. Ask former president Baba Olusegun Obasanjo about his experience decades ago with Asiwaju as Lagos State governor. Those who hate Tinubu unconsciously want to be like him. They desire to have their names scribbled in precious stones like him. And they hanker to have his life accomplishments stacked up in their columns.
In their denigration sing-along, Tinubu was branded a foster child whose real mother is not Abibat Mogaji. So what? Two American Presidents, Bill Clinton and Gerald Ford were adopted as kids. Later in life; they grew up to become president. If Tinubu was adopted yesterday; he must be in good company. What an inspiration to millions of children around the world who don’t know their biological parents. Tinubu’s story is not about yesterday. It is about today. And today, the patiently calculating Bola Tinubu who doesn’t run anybody’s race but his; is President.
