The Author Jamiu Abiodun Abiola Speaks to the GDA at the Public Presentation of ‘The President that Never Ruled’ |
In November
1998, I was sitting in the airport in Abuja, Nigeria where I was forced to wait
for more than four hours after bad weather had caused a delay of my flight to
Lagos. Once the announcement of the delay was made, the view before me became
chaotic, as passengers rained curses down on the airline officials. It was
right there in the midst of all the disarray that I witnessed what I had never
thought would happen after the death of my father, Moshood Abiola, just four
months earlier.
1998, I was sitting in the airport in Abuja, Nigeria where I was forced to wait
for more than four hours after bad weather had caused a delay of my flight to
Lagos. Once the announcement of the delay was made, the view before me became
chaotic, as passengers rained curses down on the airline officials. It was
right there in the midst of all the disarray that I witnessed what I had never
thought would happen after the death of my father, Moshood Abiola, just four
months earlier.
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Five people were
divided into two groups. They were involved in a heated debate over whether my
father, a man who had sacrificed his life and fortune for democracy in Nigeria,
deserved to be called a hero or not. I sat quietly, wondering whether the scene
in front of me was real. After all, my father had won Nigeria’s presidential
elections and the whole world knew it. He had also died in his battle against
the military that had annulled his victory and everyone knew it.
divided into two groups. They were involved in a heated debate over whether my
father, a man who had sacrificed his life and fortune for democracy in Nigeria,
deserved to be called a hero or not. I sat quietly, wondering whether the scene
in front of me was real. After all, my father had won Nigeria’s presidential
elections and the whole world knew it. He had also died in his battle against
the military that had annulled his victory and everyone knew it.
Both sides were very aggressive. One group
called him a messiah. The other group labeled him a self-serving businessman.
The debate had begun when the leader of what I would later call the pro-Abiola group, a stout man with a
bald head and a long mustache, declared firmly, “If! am to be honest with you guys, I am not looking forward to the
military transition to civilian rule planned by our military president, Abdulsalami, because there would be no Moshood Abiola at the end of the
process. He has died and taken our dreams away with him”.
called him a messiah. The other group labeled him a self-serving businessman.
The debate had begun when the leader of what I would later call the pro-Abiola group, a stout man with a
bald head and a long mustache, declared firmly, “If! am to be honest with you guys, I am not looking forward to the
military transition to civilian rule planned by our military president, Abdulsalami, because there would be no Moshood Abiola at the end of the
process. He has died and taken our dreams away with him”.
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He had barely
finished his sentence when a tall, pregnant woman with long hair and bulky
eyes, shouted at him, “Do you really
believe that a transition that would have produced Moshood Abiola is what we need? Is that what you really think?”
finished his sentence when a tall, pregnant woman with long hair and bulky
eyes, shouted at him, “Do you really
believe that a transition that would have produced Moshood Abiola is what we need? Is that what you really think?”
The man looked
alarmed. It was as if she had uttered something blasphemous. She did not give
him a chance to reply before she continued. “My brother, open your eyes and you will see that the purpose of this
transition is to find somebody who is the opposite of Moshood Abiola. Somebody who did not get rich through shady
government contracts”
alarmed. It was as if she had uttered something blasphemous. She did not give
him a chance to reply before she continued. “My brother, open your eyes and you will see that the purpose of this
transition is to find somebody who is the opposite of Moshood Abiola. Somebody who did not get rich through shady
government contracts”
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“Have you forgotten the telephone scam that a
popular Yoruba singer sang about? What is his name again?” She paused for a few
seconds. “His name is Fela and he
sang of how Moshood Abiola was paid
millions of dollars by the Nigerian government to supply telephone lines but he
did not execute the contract. Why will such a man ever dream of ruling
Nigeria?”
Another man
interrupted her. Despite his tiny voice, he supported her opinion aggressively.
“She is right. She has said it all. All
that man wanted was personal glory. He had become famous and rich so the
presidency was next. What a greedy man!”
interrupted her. Despite his tiny voice, he supported her opinion aggressively.
“She is right. She has said it all. All
that man wanted was personal glory. He had become famous and rich so the
presidency was next. What a greedy man!”
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The pregnant
woman smiled. She looked surprised. It was as if she had not expected his
support. She became less aggressive. Looking at the man who had spoken well of Moshood
Abiola, she gently added, “Have
you forgotten the telephone scam that a popular Yoruba singer sang about? What
is his name again?” She paused for a few seconds. “His name is Fela and he
sang of how Moshood Abiola was paid
millions of dollars by the Nigerian government to supply telephone lines but he
did not execute the contract. Why will such a man ever dream of ruling
Nigeria?”
woman smiled. She looked surprised. It was as if she had not expected his
support. She became less aggressive. Looking at the man who had spoken well of Moshood
Abiola, she gently added, “Have
you forgotten the telephone scam that a popular Yoruba singer sang about? What
is his name again?” She paused for a few seconds. “His name is Fela and he
sang of how Moshood Abiola was paid
millions of dollars by the Nigerian government to supply telephone lines but he
did not execute the contract. Why will such a man ever dream of ruling
Nigeria?”
Another man, who
had been quiet all along, stood up. He looked as if he was about to attack the
woman. He had long Afro hair and wore very thick glasses. He moved very close
to her before he spoke. “If you are an
educated woman then shame on you! You made such weighty allegations against a
man who died fighting for a mandate that we all gave him and why?” He
paused. He was breathing heavily. “You
took the words of Fela as facts. The
words of a man who was known to sing and dance almost naked on stage? Did Fela ever present any proof against Moshood Abiola? Did he even reveal the
source of his information?”
had been quiet all along, stood up. He looked as if he was about to attack the
woman. He had long Afro hair and wore very thick glasses. He moved very close
to her before he spoke. “If you are an
educated woman then shame on you! You made such weighty allegations against a
man who died fighting for a mandate that we all gave him and why?” He
paused. He was breathing heavily. “You
took the words of Fela as facts. The
words of a man who was known to sing and dance almost naked on stage? Did Fela ever present any proof against Moshood Abiola? Did he even reveal the
source of his information?”
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The others
begged him to calm down but their attempts were in vain. “In that case, if Fela says
that the baby in your stomach belongs to your husband’s best friend without
showing any proof, I will believe him right away so that you know how it feels to
be a victim of your actions” .
begged him to calm down but their attempts were in vain. “In that case, if Fela says
that the baby in your stomach belongs to your husband’s best friend without
showing any proof, I will believe him right away so that you know how it feels to
be a victim of your actions” .
At that point
the others got upset with him and the woman looked as if she was about to cry.
The man who spoke first decided to intervene. Looking at the woman, he said. “Don’t be offended, my sister, but if Moshood Abiola was guilty as you said
then the two military presidents—General
Babangida, who annulled his electoral victory, and General Abacha, who locked him up for claiming it—would have exposed the facts. After all, they needed
justification for the injustice they had done to him”
the others got upset with him and the woman looked as if she was about to cry.
The man who spoke first decided to intervene. Looking at the woman, he said. “Don’t be offended, my sister, but if Moshood Abiola was guilty as you said
then the two military presidents—General
Babangida, who annulled his electoral victory, and General Abacha, who locked him up for claiming it—would have exposed the facts. After all, they needed
justification for the injustice they had done to him”
There was a long
silence. The woman looked rattled. Was she about to change her mind about my
father? I stood up and left because I was too upset to care. I walked away from
them to another side of the airport. I roamed around for a while, thinking that
I would calm down but my heart refused to stop beating fast. Looking out of the
window after almost an hour, I saw a thin ray of light and that was when it
dawned on me that I should write a book about my father. I had never written a
book before, but as a linguist I had always wanted to be a writer. The idea
instantly took on a life of its own and I became determined to achieve it.
silence. The woman looked rattled. Was she about to change her mind about my
father? I stood up and left because I was too upset to care. I walked away from
them to another side of the airport. I roamed around for a while, thinking that
I would calm down but my heart refused to stop beating fast. Looking out of the
window after almost an hour, I saw a thin ray of light and that was when it
dawned on me that I should write a book about my father. I had never written a
book before, but as a linguist I had always wanted to be a writer. The idea
instantly took on a life of its own and I became determined to achieve it.
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A
book about my father’s amazing story, in the form of a novel, would shed light
on how he and my mother, Kudirat Abiola, along with many
other patriotic Nigerians, brought a lasting democracy to Nigeria. I wanted to
set the record straight and give people the opportunity to judge my father
based on facts, especially after watching General Babangida, the major culprit
in the annulment of his election, ridiculing the tragedy that cost both my
parents their lives when he stated in Thisday Newspapers on August, 2014
that it was Nigerians who frustrated the transition to democratic rule.
Recently Professor Nwosu, the head of the National Electoral Commission
at the time of my father’s election, declared that my father had won the
presidential election. I wish he had made that declaration then, even from
abroad, because that would have enabled my father to get the foreign support
that he badly needed in his fight against the Nigerian military government.
book about my father’s amazing story, in the form of a novel, would shed light
on how he and my mother, Kudirat Abiola, along with many
other patriotic Nigerians, brought a lasting democracy to Nigeria. I wanted to
set the record straight and give people the opportunity to judge my father
based on facts, especially after watching General Babangida, the major culprit
in the annulment of his election, ridiculing the tragedy that cost both my
parents their lives when he stated in Thisday Newspapers on August, 2014
that it was Nigerians who frustrated the transition to democratic rule.
Recently Professor Nwosu, the head of the National Electoral Commission
at the time of my father’s election, declared that my father had won the
presidential election. I wish he had made that declaration then, even from
abroad, because that would have enabled my father to get the foreign support
that he badly needed in his fight against the Nigerian military government.
To write this
book, I relied on a number of things, primary of which were the midnight
conversations that I had with my father three times when he came to the United
States before he declared himself as president, my recollections of
things he personally told me before that, the details about him I learned from
my mother, his media interviews, his speeches around the world, and information
I gathered from some of his friends and aides.
book, I relied on a number of things, primary of which were the midnight
conversations that I had with my father three times when he came to the United
States before he declared himself as president, my recollections of
things he personally told me before that, the details about him I learned from
my mother, his media interviews, his speeches around the world, and information
I gathered from some of his friends and aides.
This book is the
complete and true story about my father, the president who never ruled, and the
man who made it possible for other democratically elected people to rule and
legislate in Nigeria without military interference since 1999.
complete and true story about my father, the president who never ruled, and the
man who made it possible for other democratically elected people to rule and
legislate in Nigeria without military interference since 1999.
(Excerpts from
the book, The President Who Never Ruled by Jamiu Abiola; get copies
in any book shop across the world or write Jamiu Abiola through jamiulinguist@yahoo.com. Read How IBB asked
MKO to run for Presidency in 1993 in our next post on this blog)
the book, The President Who Never Ruled by Jamiu Abiola; get copies
in any book shop across the world or write Jamiu Abiola through jamiulinguist@yahoo.com. Read How IBB asked
MKO to run for Presidency in 1993 in our next post on this blog)