By Femi Aderibigbe
On a flight from Abuja to Lagos, I sat just a row behind a young couple.
They were with a little girl, not more than 2 years old, obviously their daughter.
I sat on an aisle seat, on the right side of the aircraft.
The father, carrying the little girl, also sat on an aisle seat, on the left side of the Continue reading
Dear President Jonathan,
I’m ashamed of myself. I want to apologize for my heartless abuse of your meek and gentle self. Please accept my sincere apologies.
I did not mean any harm. If I had known that you were as fragile as an egg, I would have been massaging your tiny ego instead of throwing darts to strengthen your muscles.
Just like you, Mr. President, I want to move Nigeria forward. I want to do it in a gentleman’s way – without shedding any sweat. But I have seen that Nigeria is such a heavy load that anyone involved in that venture must be ready to perspire.
Despite the impression I must have given over the years as a professional critic, I am a thoughtful man. I know it must be hard being the president of a dysfunctional country like Nigeria. But I did not know it was this hard. And surely, you did not have the slightest idea how hard it would be when you allowed your name on the ballot.
At a non-denominational service to mark Nigeria ’s 51st Independence Day, you lashed out at me and other critics of yours. I truly deserve it. But your frustrations drew no sympathy in me.
As a member, in good standing, of the National Association of Armchair Critics (Home and Abroad), I want to respond to you.
samaderibigbe 