Death is like a vacuum cleaner. It puts an end to the desires of man. The body dies helplessly and is consumed by angry worms. It’s a road all mortals must thread whether old or young, rich or poor, short or tall. Death doesn’t discriminate.
It’s friendly to all races and colours. In fact, as long as a soul receives life, it is qualified to taste death. No special treatment.
Although there are some religious explanations to the longevity of man, despite any prophetic stance, death is inevitable. It consummates life and brings an abrupt end to the toiling of man. Death is good if you ask me. It puts a check on the excesses of man. It writes off our frailties. It covers our shame. And we are set for a new life in the hereafter.
A new life that cannot be explained except by the dead man alone. There are many agents of death. Just as it’s jocularly said that something must kill a man, a sudden appearance of these agents reverberate in man and serve as
While we dwell on unverified information like we had it in the tenure of the Late President Musa Yar’adua, we cannot afford to throw caution in the air. We must draw a line between being inquisitive and being wicked. What is more wicked than wishing your president dead? It is sad and condemnable under any guise
effective consubstantiations for death. That is why when a man shows any symptom of these agents of death, we assume death is imminent.
Our president is frail. He has emaciated, though, he never gathered much lipids in the past. He has been bony but we cannot overlook his recent scraggy bones. His recent trip was purely for a rest. The kind he can never find in Daura, his home for many years. He left for the overseas. I can only trust my president because he was noble.
He transferred power to his subordinate without the usual fear that we are used to in Nigeria. At least, whoever is conversant with our political history will quickly point to such anomaly. President Buhari allayed our fears and he followed the due process available in our Constitution. Let us be honest, the president’s scraggy bones do not portend that all isn’t well with his health except he decides to tell us otherwise. We do not have a surgeon general who could have kept us abreast with such vital information. We can only speculate, nothing more.
While we dwell on unverified information like we had it in the tenure of the Late President Musa Yar’adua, we cannot afford to throw caution in the air. We must draw a line between being inquisitive and being wicked. What is more wicked than wishing your president dead? Before he became a president, he was somebody’s father. A bread winner of a family. Aisha’s husband. And mentor to many of his admirers. It is sad and condemnable to wish him dead under any guise. God is against such act.
Let us nail it here that the statement credited to Garba Shehu, the president’s spokesman was also a sad one. He could have tactically outwitted these evil men and women who wished that his boss should kick the bucket without that dirty jab at former president Jonathan. He went berserk. He picked his words from the gutter. Quite unpresidential. He goofed. He could have enlightened us. He could have informed us without insults. He failed us and his boss.
President Buhari should tell us he is living. More than the garbage of Garba, we need him to talk to us from wherever he is. Beyond lauding Nigeria journalists and his preference for Channels Television, we need him to speak to us.
We have had a president who was jogging for 25 minutes in far away Saudi Arabia but it was a game. Even if President Buhari refuses to talk to us, time will reveal all enigmas. We will be fine at the end of the day. We will know who the liars are. We will all be waiting for the rumour and the mongers will be put to shame.
Abire, a post graduate student of Theatre Arts and Mass Communications, University of Benin, writes from Benin City, Edo State.
