I am an angry man at the moment and I can tell you that President Goodluck Jonathan has really drawn my bile. I am mad at the man and for his information, he has lost my vote come 2015, that is if he decides to run for the presidency again. (Though you and I know that he will run sha).
I have been one of those who stood by him, supported him, fought anyone who spoke ill of him and now, he has turned round to stab me in the back. I have vowed not to forgive that man for what he has done to me.
He has shattered my ego, made all my preparations go to naught. The friends I carefully invited to come and celebrate with me left in shame and I was in great pains on how to explain such spite from a man who was, before now, my great pal.
You must be wondering why I am so bitter with my former friend, GEJ? Well, I just have to tell you because I don’t like holding grudges. I rather thrash it out to get it off my mind.
My anger with Johnny Boy is the slight, disdain, contempt and derision with which he treated me at the Nigerian centenary award which held last week.
His Special Assistant on Media, Rueben Abatti, (he is my guy, in case you no know), had called me up to intimate me that I was being considered for an award, though he did not specify the category. He gave me the assurance that I had been earmarked for one particular category that was still being deliberated but that he would call me to tell me the special category.
I know that I merit an award from GEJ, after all, the Fela Anikulapo-Kutis, Gani Fawehinmis, the Abiolas and the Soyinkas had all rejected theirs. So why did they not reconsider and dash me one of the rejected awards, after all, in Nigeria today, everything ‘na paddy-paddy’. So with that in mind, I was looking forward to be on the plane to Abuja and had invited my friends to come in.
Even my friend with the BBC in London had been invited and he gave me the full assurance that he would be in to cover the event and give me a full interview. I had given thanksgiving in my church and trust people, there were many requests for me to link them up with GEJ, Namadi Sambo, OBJ and every imaginable person.
Come and see how my pastor used me to preach for three Sundays. I was on top of the world and was practically floating, with fresh springs in my footsteps. After all, it is not easy to be nominated for an award alongside the likes of Gen. Yakubu Gowon, MKO Abiola, Alhaji Aliko Dangote, Dr. Mike Adenuga or even Gen. Sani Abacha?
No way, it takes a man of timber and caliber to be so recognized. But at the end of the day, those guys ‘fell my hand.’
Rueben Abatti had promised to personally call me to come pick my award but that man ehn, well, his case is for another day.
While waiting for his call to come in, with bated breath, looking at my watch every other time, rushing to pick up my phone with anticipation every time it rings, the first thing I heard was the ubiquitous street preacher that makes sure you are awoken from your sleep at 5am sharp.
The day I will lay my hands on that noise maker ehn, I will break that his stupid mega-phone.
(In My Head is a crazy creation of the writer and everything goes on in his head. Believe him, you will believe anything)