An open letter written by Dele Momodu
to First Lady Patience Jonathan, which was reportedly
published in Saturday’s edition of ThisDay Newspaper has
really become a hot topic on the Internet.
Your Excellency please let me start by
emphasizing the fact that this is my very first letter to you since destiny
elevated you and your husband to the highest positions in Nigeria. It may be
the last before your tenure expires on May 29, 2015, and another begins with
you or someone else in the saddle. Despite all the controversies engulfing you
and your husband, I had resisted the temptation of writing you in the past for
several, if not many, reasons. Kindly permit me to expatiate a bit.
I’m a great admirer of strong, confident and energetic
women who cannot be bullied by the galaxy of male chauvinists that litter the
political landscape of Africa. As someone who was brought up by my amazing mum,
Omo Arotiwebiojo, an unlettered woman and petty trader, I knew
what it took to survive in a particularly difficult terrain. Indeed, whilst
some have impugned you for your so-called lack of command of the English
language, I have remained partial to you because, like most of us, English is
not your first language, and your contributions have enriched our home-grown
lexicon! I can therefore imagine what you and our dear beloved President must
have gone through together, in thunder, lightning, rain and sunshine. The
hurly-burly of life must have thrown you hither and thither when there was no
one else around to share in your secret pain and anguish. But it must have
pleased God in His infinite mercy to raise you and your husband up, like Jesus
did to a dead Lazarus, as original examples of uncommon
transformation.
I must say, Ma, that I have a soft spot for you
for other reasons. I was told on good authority that you were a more formidable
politician and mobiliser of people and resources than your husband. A few of
your friends often regale how you have been a solid pillar and a rock of
Gibraltar behind the love of your life, Dr Goodluck Ebele Azikiwe
Jonathan. It is said that you’re willing to sacrifice your all for his
sake and he has also reciprocated by according you humongous respect and
granting you such vast powers that make onlookers see you as a de facto
President in your own right. To God be the glory.
I vividly recollect your relationship with the
former First Lady, Hajia Turai Yar’Adua. You gave her
tremendous respect and your taciturnity was legendary. Not much was heard from
you at that time and not many, except probably Bayelsans, ever suspected that
you had so much buried inside your heart and that you were only waiting for the
opportune time to vomit them. Even in the days of tribulations when the cabal
held sway and grabbed our nation by the jugular, you and your husband handled
the volatile situation with maturity and remarkable equanimity. Some of us were
ready to fight your battle, and risked our lives, because we saw you as the
underdogs who must be rescued from the fangs of the political hyenas. We were
further emboldened by the facts of your husband’s man-in-the-street story, a
fairy-tale of sorts about a man from the Otuoke manger who had no shoes. We
were not just titillated but fascinated by such flashes of inspiration.
Against all odds, your husband became the
substantive President and Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of Nigeria
after the demise of President Yar’Adua. Nigerians were happy
about the smooth transition of power and they even boasted that for the first
time we had not just another graduate but a PhD holder as President. Sooner
than later, as time sped by, it was time for your husband to run his own race.
Nigerians from all walks of life queued behind him and he won without much ado.
The goodwill he garnered was awesomely massive and the people were very
expectant about the “fresh air” promised by him. Of course, to whom much is
given, much is expected.
It is nearly four years since that momentous
occasion and it is time for a re-examination and re-election. But what should
have been a simple walk-over for your sweetheart seems to have developed k-leg.
While your husband and those close to him would want us to believe he is
Nigeria’s best President ever, many Nigerians feel he has under-performed and
would want to try someone else. I have seen you and your husband waka up and
down this nation campaigning like no man’s business. Many have likened the
exercise to a student engaging in last minute agberu (memorising) after failing
to do so all along. This is the crux of my epistle to you today.
I have read and heard so much about you as a very
powerful First Lady. I know that when you are at that level, not many people
can tell you the gospel truth. No one wants to offend those in power. But I
have decided to tell you the bitter reality once and for all. I’m not writing
out of any malice, since none can exist between us. But for the sake of
posterity, which I know beckons as always; the fact must be told to you. The
summary of what I’m about to say is that you and your husband have frittered
away most of your goodwill. Had you retained your humility in power, may be you
could have avoided this commotion and conundrum of trying to achieve in two
months what you couldn’t in about five years. You would probably have avoided
the tragedy of trying to manipulate the electoral process, buying more time and
doing a catch-up on lost grounds.
If the actuality must be told Ma, the whole
trouble started the day you publicly ridiculed the Governor of your home state.
It was reported that you yanked a microphone out of his hands and lambasted him
like a recalcitrant school boy. In order not to cause mayhem right there, the
Governor was said to have left you to your tantrums and went home quietly like
a penitent student. That day, you sowed the seed of discord that would later
germinate and snowball into a consuming fire. Though the Governor and your
husband like true gentlemen chose to carry on their damaged relationship as if
all was well, but the worst was on the way.
The battle for the soul and control of your state
would later spread to Abuja where your husband began to see the Governor as an
enemy who must be cut down to size. In the process of trying to achieve that
dream, more Governors joined the fray and in a jiffy, the centre could no
longer hold. I do not want to go into some obvious details as I’m sure you know
about the intrigues of power more than me. But I must give one more example of
how you laid the foundation for today’s grand alliance against your husband.
Let me put it this way. Never in the history of
Nigeria have I read of a First Lady responding to criticisms in the frontal
manner you attacked Professor Wole Soyinka over an issue that
you could easily have ignored. That singular act of unrestrained combativeness
was one of your worst public relations gaffes. Wole Soyinka is one of those
global icons that you can’t take on and win. If for nothing, here was a man who
at about 76 years of age trekked under the scorching sun of Abuja to defend the
rights of your husband when many of the acolytes around you today were nowhere
to be found. You were not supposed to repay such selfless gestures with verbal
blows. That was when you finally lost me and I’m sure many others.
Let me remind you that virtually all Nigerian
leaders have been disparaged at one time or the other. It is one of the heavy
prices to pay in compensation for the privileges of leadership. Just imagine
how much some of us attacked President Ibrahim Babangida,
Chief Ernest Shonekan, General Sani Abacha
and others over the June 12 crisis. None of their wives ever hit back at the
critics no matter the degree of provocation. In fact, they acted perfectly
normal and even tried to build bridges of friendship instead of bombing the
castle. I remember with fond memories, Dr (Mrs) Maryam Ndidi Babangida,
who remained graceful to the very end. Mrs Maryam Abacha
endured the most blistering attacks against her husband in life and death. She
has since reconciled with many of her husband’s vociferous enemies. Hajia Turai
Yar’Adua was subjected to virulent criticism by many, and I confess I was one
of her knockers in the dying throes of the cabal, but she wisely kept her own
counsel and declined to join issues with anyone. When it dawn on her that the
battle was lost and won, she packed her baggage out of Aso Rock without as much
as a whimper.
If Justice Fati Abubakar was a
selfish woman and a poor adviser to her husband, General Abdulsalami
Abubakar, she would have insisted that they should not quit power
within the one year he promised to hand over to a democratically-elected
President. That government had more than enough resources to buy the ubiquitous
array of mercenaries but General Abubakar chose to go in peace and not in
pieces. It was such a rarity in Africa and till this day the General is still
enjoying a standing ovation for his vision.
I must also mention specifically Mrs Stella
Obasanjo, whose husband has always had a running battle with the media
and yet she maintained steady media frenzy in her own kingdom. She was everyone’s
friend and continues to be fondly remembered even in death. I recollect one
occasion when we travelled to Beverley Hills, USA, with her, and her simplicity
just wowed everyone. She made sure we jumped in the cars and buses and headed
out to a night club owned by Don Cornelius. She was so down to
earth. On her last trip to Ghana before her unfortunate death, I had gone to
pay her a visit at M-Plaza hotel where she and President Obasanjo stayed.
Despite my frosty relationship with her husband, we sat in one corner chatting
away as the President attended to his own visitors. She never got involved in
our endless battles with Baba. I have cited these examples to show that you and
your husband are not alone in the barrage of criticisms and attacks. You must
rise up way above such pedestal. But sadly, you have not been able to allow any
comment pass you by, no matter how mundane.
I decided to write this open letter after the
spate of vocal terror you deployed in the last few days against your husband’s
opponents. In case some praise-singers told you lies that what you did was
right, I wish to assure you that you’ve done almost irreparable damage to your
husband’s presidential campaign. I will now proceed to paraphrase about three
of those satanic verses that escaped from your tongue this week alone, but not
in any particular order.
The first shocker was when you said before a
crowd that those shouting the mantra of Change are not serious and that as a
matter of fact they should be stoned anywhere they shout Change! I thought it
was a joke until the video went viral. The next one was when you spoke
dispassionately about how your husband should be praised and thanked for
improving the welfare of the menacing Almajiri kids in Northern Nigeria but you
then went astray by insensitively and inconsiderately saying that the
Northerners are fond of bearing children with reckless abandon and throwing
them on the streets to fend for themselves. You went further to say such things
don’t happen in the part of Nigeria you come from. I think that wasn’t very
nice or tactful.
The last straw for me was when you declared
matter-of-factly that your husband’s main challenger, Major General Muhammadu
Buhari should not be voted in because he is “brain dead”, according to
you. That was extremely malevolent and sinister, to say the least. It is not an
elegant language to be used by any lady not to mention the First Lady and
certainly not about a former Head of State of the same country that you are
governing and from whose citizens you are seeking a second term in office.
However, I believe that this may have been an innocent quip. Whilst some may be
willing to forgive such naivety, it is essential for you to quickly assure
Nigerians that you meant no harm and that despite the ill-feeling and
bitterness that politics and electioneering may engender you wish no evil to
any man least of all your husband’s leading rival and contender. There is
nothing wrong in admitting your mistake of commission or omission. It is
actually a sign of strength.
In conclusion, I think you need to offer urgent
apologies for those unguarded, unbecoming statements and try to be more
circumspect in the future. One of your best appellations that I love most
sincerely is that of Mama Peace. Please, don’t change it to Mama War …!
May God continue to bless you and yours.
May God continue to bless you and yours.
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