The untold story of late Abba Kyari
What are the sins of Abba Kyari. I don’t even know if he was a good or bad person. Please anyone with verifiable facts on his antecedents may update me. I am at loss at why Nigerians are calling for his head even at the graveside. What exactly has he done wrong to warrant the hatred displayed at his demise. I enjoin anyone who is abreast of his history to step forward and proffer the elegy.
I can bet that millions of Nigerians who celebrate his death cannot point out one bad thing he did whilst he was alive.
No doubt, Mr. Kyari’s death broke at a time when Nigerians are embittered with their leaders. The mere fact that he is president Buhari’s ally automatically portrays him in a bad light. But to Buhari and to those who felt they know him well enough, he was the best and a true patriot. Always, there ought to be two sides to a coin.
Who has a clean slate let him be the first to cast the stone. Who are we to judge?
Without an iota of doubt, the Nigerian state is enroute oblivion and ferried to a land of no return.
The quality of leaders we have and the kind of policies they chunk out is nothing short of abysmal. Nigeria went into the wrong hands, and how it happened is a story for another day.
But believe it or not, the handwriting on the wall is no longer of our leaders. It is ours. The handwriting belongs to us. All of us. It belongs to the voice that refuses to speak up at the sight of few dirty naira notes. It belongs to that men and women with no conscience who skyrocket the price of goods at a perilous time when they should be their brothers’ keeper. It belongs to the hands that refuse to give to the poor faithfuls and are more concerned about their tithes and offerings. The handwriting is of that civil servant who refuses to move your file unless you grease his palms. It belongs to the hands that suppress justice in the light of truth. It belongs to all of us.
Well, no one has the monopoly of death. At one point in this trajectory of life, we shall all take a bow. And like William Shakespeare rightly said, death is a necessary end that will come when it will come.
Adieu Abba Kyari. You played your part. With or without you, Nigeria is what it is, and will remain what it is, for many many many more years to come.
May be, until we own-up, and begin to tell ourselves the truth - of how we collectively, jointly and severally damaged this great nation beyond repair.
Truth is: one is certain only of death, and death is so arrogant that it doesn't knock on the door when it visits.
An Igbo proverb says, ‘when you point accusing finger on someone, three fingers are pointing back at you.’
This piece is not intended to cast aspersions on those who choose to celebrate the downfall or demise of people. Neither is it meant to sway your thoughts,to love Abba Kyari or hate him as Brutus and Antony did at Julius Caesar’s funeral. It is only a reflection, and for those who know his sins to step forward, and read to our hearing, the sins of our learned friend from the Kanuri Kingdom.
Oscar Mba
What are the sins of Abba Kyari. I don’t even know if he was a good or bad person. Please anyone with verifiable facts on his antecedents may update me. I am at loss at why Nigerians are calling for his head even at the graveside. What exactly has he done wrong to warrant the hatred displayed at his demise. I enjoin anyone who is abreast of his history to step forward and proffer the elegy.
I can bet that millions of Nigerians who celebrate his death cannot point out one bad thing he did whilst he was alive.
No doubt, Mr. Kyari’s death broke at a time when Nigerians are embittered with their leaders. The mere fact that he is president Buhari’s ally automatically portrays him in a bad light. But to Buhari and to those who felt they know him well enough, he was the best and a true patriot. Always, there ought to be two sides to a coin.
Who has a clean slate let him be the first to cast the stone. Who are we to judge?
Without an iota of doubt, the Nigerian state is enroute oblivion and ferried to a land of no return.
The quality of leaders we have and the kind of policies they chunk out is nothing short of abysmal. Nigeria went into the wrong hands, and how it happened is a story for another day.
But believe it or not, the handwriting on the wall is no longer of our leaders. It is ours. The handwriting belongs to us. All of us. It belongs to the voice that refuses to speak up at the sight of few dirty naira notes. It belongs to that men and women with no conscience who skyrocket the price of goods at a perilous time when they should be their brothers’ keeper. It belongs to the hands that refuse to give to the poor faithfuls and are more concerned about their tithes and offerings. The handwriting is of that civil servant who refuses to move your file unless you grease his palms. It belongs to the hands that suppress justice in the light of truth. It belongs to all of us.
Well, no one has the monopoly of death. At one point in this trajectory of life, we shall all take a bow. And like William Shakespeare rightly said, death is a necessary end that will come when it will come.
Adieu Abba Kyari. You played your part. With or without you, Nigeria is what it is, and will remain what it is, for many many many more years to come.
May be, until we own-up, and begin to tell ourselves the truth - of how we collectively, jointly and severally damaged this great nation beyond repair.
Truth is: one is certain only of death, and death is so arrogant that it doesn't knock on the door when it visits.
An Igbo proverb says, ‘when you point accusing finger on someone, three fingers are pointing back at you.’
This piece is not intended to cast aspersions on those who choose to celebrate the downfall or demise of people. Neither is it meant to sway your thoughts,to love Abba Kyari or hate him as Brutus and Antony did at Julius Caesar’s funeral. It is only a reflection, and for those who know his sins to step forward, and read to our hearing, the sins of our learned friend from the Kanuri Kingdom.
Oscar Mba