Silence, like treachery, is wickedness. Inaction is tall treason against reason. What we support or frown against, we must learn to say and aid with principled volubility and decisiveness. The reward is neither glory, nor the punishment grave. It is clean conscience which no wealth commensurate.

It is noble existence, which no tragedy deforms. Except a saint is frantically satanic, or a scholar has some measure of sublime ignorance, or a humanist certain chimerical content of errant but dominant perfidy, none ought to dwell in Arcades while willfully devilish political conducts promote themselves into collective disaster.

The task here is simple: it is the analysis of your leadership with a view to persuading you to start enslaving feats. Having scanned your acts and x-rayed your deeds, I humbly invite you to include the miseries of millions of Nigerians in the sumptuous meals, exotic drinks and expensive parties you shall swallow and throw up for yourselves and families this season while helpless Nigerians with surprisingly surpassing mastery of endurance conceits, even in baseless privation, feed from the refuge-heaps, drink tears and dance to the sorrowful rhythm of hopelessness in NEPA' s endless darkness.

I wrote this letter on Friday, 21st October 2005, and was in the thick midst of plans to convey it to outlets that would enable you to access the contents when the news of your wife's demise, our first lady's death, and the miserable missive of the BellView tragedy monopolized the Nigerian media.

Imagining how brobdingnagian your heart's burden could be as a Samaformist, I suspended my letter's journey to you and Aso Rock, till a later date diffusion may have acted on your loss and rightly become repositioned in body, mind and spirit to read with dedicated candour and respond with honorable valour, all that Samaformism, the best of humanism, stirred my brain to bake this day.

However, I wonder whether you deserve this consideration. If you deserve it as a natural man who responds to external stimuli when hammered by personal tragedy, we as humane minds are encumbered with the duty of identifying with your painful plight, which we gracefully did when Stella forever left Nigeria for the world beyond.

Please read "Nigeria's Wickedest Weekend of Death" at "Nigeriaworld.com", inserting my full name in the search column to access my little way of mourning the first lady and the one hundred and seventeen Nigerians forced into the grave by that plane crash. If some Nigerians rank your tragedy undeserving of their condolences, it is because you have numerously hit them hard in their socio-economic kafuffles in addition to villainously withdrawing concerns for your moral and constitutional obligations, unbelievably becoming Nigeria's most disappointing, nay, heart-breaking President in contemporary history.

You hardly deserved the volumes of sympathy invoked and published to mourn the departure of your wife, but Nigerians are so kind; some of them, so, hypocritical. Or, what have you really, concretely done, with any permanent promise of touching succour to the suffering millions of people in Nigeria to have warranted condolences when any of your valued relatives, or even you, die? The logic-hunted Poverty Eradication Programme turned out to be Misery Multiplying Mission; the recovered loots are lined up for holier looting if they are yet to be purloined!

Ninety-two percent of those who operate the GSM, your frequently vaunted accomplishment which annals will eternally document as fraud, cannot afford to load their phones with credits; here, the gifted who do not belong in the estate of the blue caucus are born to patently waste; difficulties, never opportunities, remain the chances offered the Nigerian youths; sound health is an enduring taboo to the commoners; education acquisition and standardization is a phantasmagorical conception foredoomed to berth on failure, your pleasure being the deployment of ignorance on the collective landscape of Nigeria; the blood of our commerce is devoid of hemoglobin, the roads being deadly paths of death and amputations, and the guiding policies being policed by moral pollution; the arms of our rich art are harmed and maimed by perfect piracy and plagiarism, nothing an originality-inspired creativity can substantially garner that ever resulted in happy success; you have failed, and still unprepared for the dignifying trade of ennobling the tired fellahs of Nigeria with samaformistic Nigerianism; you and your cohorts reel in opulence and happiness, but enjoin your evidently dying citizens to indefinitely endure in promise-devoid expectation of godotic democratic dividends. Mr. Obasanjo, you are a heartless being per excellence!

As faintly hinted earlier, this letter is a bold review of your countless evils, a reminder of your status as a perishable mortal, and an encourager of your spirits towards quick political repentance and moral conducts that tenderly nurture our wounded psyches and lives, and bandage our injuries, Nigerians whose existence, like IBB and Abacha, you have "piously" decoupled of social substance, cultural meaning and political direction.

Several patriots had written to sway you away from the path you now occupy. But oh, you always renewed your innate and acquired wishes to wreck Nigerians. You have told Nigerians they must suffer first if they must enjoy democracy, and indeed in sufferable sufferness they plot the graph of their hope. This country, led by you and others who know God and are ultimate in wisdom, diminishes in grace and wanes in all aspects while you and your cohorts grow in riches and take the devil's position in tormenting the Nation. You and others are Godly and wise, and Nigerians daily swim in pains.

Your administration, from 1999, had blocked all sources of decent survival in Nigeria, making our country a tragic travesty of ironic spiritualism in which the guilty are the innocent and the free men the condemnable entities; and you all are children of God, and the citizens through whom your virtues can be indicated swim in agony.

On major occasions in this country, you had happily announced reasons why sadness should be Nigeria's plight. You advanced diabolical excuses to increase the cost of energy-sources, basic comforts and impeded possible routes to commoners' survival. Education becomes an 'illegal' endeavour, hunger Nigerian succour, homelessness our surest democratic dividend. Are these to reason, wisdom and Godliness?

When the people, screamed, wailed and rolled in tears, in need of food, clothing, homes and humble realization of their basic aspirations, you had responded with wickeder woes. You said Nigerians are unsacrificial and ungrateful because they greet your acrimonious villainy with stern insistence on the right conducts that, even if the leaders perish in the course of their noble duties as people's servants, you must ensure the survival of every Nigerian. Selfishness and ingratitude should be made of sterner fires.

You turned, like other baby presidents in human history, the interesting challenge of catering to others via availably fixed socio-political, economic and constitutional means, into Herculean obstacles of unconquerable features. Is it so impossible to cater to one's citizens with their own vast resources?

Your baby senators, representatives, governors, ministers, commissioners and local Government heads too, catching the shameful infection, have put finishing touches to the poverty your holy agenda had prescribed for Nigerians. How exactly are you Godly or wise, Mr. President?

Do you rate yourself luckier than Awo or MKO? Think this not: it is better to die in honest motives, wooing the trust of political power than to squander a mandate garnered through an untrustworthy procedure. Humanists, moralists and distinct Samaformists like Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Gani fawehinmi, Farooq Kperoogi, Uche Nwora, Obi Egbuna, Kennedy Emetulu, Valentine Ojo, Dele Olawole, Abubakar Umar, Chris Okotie, Okey Ndibe, Reuben Abati, or even my tiny self, should be remembered as better options when you get to meetings where, regardless of who the people prefer, you choose leaders for Nigeria.

This is the only hopeless hope manipulators like IBB have for warming up as the next presidential disappointment, neglecting with disdainful impunity, our demand that he explain his roles as Nigeria's military ruler -destroyer from 1985 to 1993!

From Pericle to Mandela, great effusions exist in numerous compilations, by kind leaders, consistent humanists and true saints to spur the world with a plethora of fine virtues and socio-political directions. Behold, none of your speeches shall inspire progressive posterity. This is not because they are dead of craft, but because they are a bundle of fake visions.

It is certain your vision is far from being fine if at all you have any. Or are you in any mistaken way a kind leader? What have you ever sacrificed to snatch Nigerians from the esophagus of destitution and death? Can you ever get bold enough as a soldier to mark wrong the skittish scripts of your political godfathers? You have, I must not deny this, some sort of diligent passion, which you passionately deploy to poison the Nation's hope. You cannot be said to be wise since wisdom only consists in living for the survival of justice.

You are the unjustest living leader I know. You have no clue, what true leadership entails. You vividly fit the descriptions of a baby president, which you are!

Becoming immortal entails doing what ordinary mortals dare not do; belonging to legends involves proving points that transcend existence. I know that the moral abortion you call constitution will resent this reasonable suggestion, being a preposterous product of minotaurs' mental masturbation, but I will either die or tame Nigeria to the taste of general good in just four months if you could sit aside to create the space, offering my short tenure the power to rule the way I choose.

Banish "the how" to the considerate care of samaformism. Just embrace this challenge and see how easily an adept humanist can loose the exaggerated knots of public good. If you refuse to risk bequeathing Nigeria to a dedicated leader for needed positive change, which insight predicts you will doubly do, change your uncaring calling and desist from being an engine of public pain to an angel of collective fulfillments. See Abacha's and Doe's death as indications of the futility that characterize this earth and be determined, like others, to live, but unlike others, to die, leaving a pretty profile fraught with noble deeds.

Those in charge of human welfare should not expect to be praised for duties half discharged and assignments badly executed. We elect leaders, or they impose themselves on us, that the problems arising from our collective existence may be wholly solved and goodly overseen. So far, your life is a painful slap on justice; your existence is a consistent rape on humanism.

You have done nothing to make the Nigerian insects and reptiles to wish to pretend to miss you, let alone citizens, when you die. It is not too late uncle. The surviving months, if gloriously spent in power, can erase your filths from the columns of history. Just write or begin the initiation of the composition of a constitution that empowers the people, never the leaders. That is the Nigeria's first political quagmire.

Make education and health facilities freely available to all Nigerians. Start the visionary economic policies that consolidate the people, not the elites; lead a truthful crusade of a social culture, which despises mindless wealth accumulation; get yourselves purged, starting with the holy elephants, and reward citizens with best morals.

In short, gather your political oracles, plan and execute all within the syllabus of kindness to change Nigeria. This is a century when all Nations should rise to the collective salvation of humanity. Nigeria shall do her big bit by being domestically responsible and internationally assertive and humane for the progress of the world. Tomorrow, let fastidious critics proudly say: "Nigerians live in fine chances and productive opportunities to educationally, socially, culturally, economically, politically and diplomatically sour high in glory because Obasanjo ruled Nigeria." Good luck Sir.

greatmankind@hotmail.com

© December 2005 By Olawale Oyewumi
Afromerica staff writer

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