The country is still with him. He won popular votes by a huge margin. He won in four of the six geographical zones. Buhari has proved his point. He is the choice of the majority, esteemed letter writers and a council of bishops notwithstanding.

Our politics is the caricature of the real thing. You can call it a circus.  But if it’s a circus then the main show is in the stares. It’s amongst our governors that the travesty becomes truly naked. In the states,  absurdities strut  the streets, shoulders held high, without blinking.

It was a timely message, poorly delivered. What Governor Nasir El-Rufai has in boldness, he lacks intact.  It has proved a chronic handicap. But let’s keep the baby and throw away only  the dirty bath water.

Everyone must die. Death is a debt we must all pay. Youth gives us a false sense of immortality. But age clears the fog.  We see our friends and family disappear. And that illusory immortality fades. Death makes life finite and therefore  precious. But it’s the arbitrariness of death  that makes living a nervous enterprise.

Corruption can kill Nigeria. Fake news can decimate it. But fuel poured on it from high by acclaimed fathers can ruin it quickly and leave it desolate for ages. That is why Bishop Kukah must rush back to Ota.

Atiku will sell the NNPC. We know he will.  They sold quite a lot the last time. So he didn’t need to swear he would do it. 

I had a chat with some youths in Orodo, my home town,  recently. Orodo is in Imo state.  The bulk of them were unemployed and under employed. We talked about  the coming elections.

The police have been at Senator Dino Melaye’s gate. They have been there for days. The weight of that absurdity has fallen not on Dino Melaye who has been literally clowning;  not on his friends and family  who haven’t been consumed by shame; not on the police who seem lost; not on the  Atiku campaign who thinks its not a moral burden; not on the society who seem apathetic.

Lt Col Sakaba  died for his country.  He was killed by Boko Haram insurgents last month. He left a wife  and a baby boy. He was the commander of the battalion that was overrun by Boko Haram in Metele. That massacre at Metele sparked more national anger than sorrow. The military admitted, hesitantly, the horror  but claimed that the casualty figures thrown around were the work of mischief makers. Late Sakaba and his soldiers were buried in the midst of doubts, anguish  and recriminations.

The first time was two years ago. She went on rampage on the  BBC. Mouths were left agape.  She said her husband had performed abysmally. She said she would neither campaign for nor vote for him if he failed to wake up.