Peter Obi, Erstwhile Governor of Anambra State |
I don’t
intend to entertain the opinions of those who are buried in nepotic disease to
celebrate my position. I ask those who are propagators of “onye kwuru oto
egbutuo ya” to look away from my article.
I request
those whose sense of appreciation is driven by partisan allegiance to look the
other way. I appeal to true Igbo sons and daughters to read me with patriotic
disposition.I implore my
readers to know that I am celebrating a man who catapulted my state to the
position of prominence. I am celebrating a man who is being celebrated across
various ethnic divides. I am celebrating a man who buried profligacy in the
management of state resources, a man who while in office refused to jump on the
bandwagon of profligates, a man who did not allow his already achieved personal
financial means to impact negatively on his management of common till.
I am
celebrating a man who demystified governance, a consummate politician. I am
celebrating a man who was not and is not faultless, but whose disposition to
goodness overwhelmed his human weakness. I am not celebrating a man who thrived
in propaganda whilst he held sway in government. Rather, I am celebrating a man
who has become a reference point in good governance. I am celebrating a man
whose achievement in government left critics befuddled. I am celebrating a man
that his immediate constituency has refused to celebrate due to some blind
pedestrian reasons. I am celebrating a man whose financial austerity left my
state rich and better.
I am
celebrating a man whose achievement in education, health, infrastructural
development and all indices of development made my state a cynosure of all
eyes. I am celebrating a man whose stock in trade whilst he managed the affairs
of my state was the common good before individual good. I am celebrating a man
who has refused to fire any acidic, hateful shot on those who have made casting
aspersions on him their pastime. I am celebrating a true Igbo son and a proud
son of the Church. I am celebrating an enigma, an epitome of humility. I am
celebrating a proven planner, a man whose shot at governance was the case of a
square peg in a square hole, a man who refused every pressure to
self-destruction.
I am
celebrating a man who championed the Anambra renaissance. Isn’t it unfortunate
that this gold of unquantifiable proportion is not receiving the desired
accolades from those who are the direct beneficiaries of his magnanimity? I
have heard the Igbos scream marginalization in the Nigerian project, and I ask,
who is marginalizing who when we take pleasure in running down our achievers?
Every other
tribe support their own who are not as good as ours, but we take pleasure in
running down our own. Let us know that “n’egbuo dike n’ogu uno, ubochi ogu
achoba dike.” Let us
celebrate Peter Obi. He is our “dike.” Nobody loses anything by celebrating his
“dike,” rather, he gains everything. My discussion with people of other tribes
opened my eyes to how much this son of Igbo extraction is revered across the
Niger.
Thank you,
Peter Obi, for coming. Thank you for leaving your footprints on the sands of
history. Thank you for choosing good over evil. Okwute Ndigbo, daalu. Make
effort to remain focused and good. (Source: Guardian)
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