I write to you and by extension to any man or woman that will ever occupy the exalted position of the President of The Federal Republic of Nigeria. Let me express it succinctly from the onset that I understand that the Presidency in any nation is a burden, a glorious burden that can either become more burdensome than glorious or more glorious than burdensome, depending on circumstances that are needless to begin to list. I seriously wish that you were more prepared to carry the burden than you were to bask in the glory. All-the-same thank you for being there for us and kindly go through this short piece.
On Monday 25th of December, 1995, during the era of General Sanni Abacha, arguably the most dreadful time in our national history outside of wartime, I went to Aso-Rock to ‘tell’ the late Head of State he was running Nigeria contrary to her destiny. No doubt we are better off than the gloomy days, but it is obvious we are not totally out of the woods and a daily song of the lyrics that capture our destiny drummed into the ears of those who willingly volunteered to bear the heavy burden of leadership will not be out of place as we seek to validate our purpose as a nation so dearly loved by the Almighty God.