Life is forever strange. Jonathan a few days ago became the latest
yesterday's man. I watched as he arrived for the very last time with the
full pomp and pageantry of the Presidency and literally looked
dymistified as he shook the hands of his successor, handing over the
baton and stymying slyly into the shadows of history.
I watched him closely as he sat. Trying hard to comport himself and not
betraying any emotions knowing fully well that the cameras and indeed
the eyes of the whole world would be staring at him. Looking better
dressed than the man of the day, his bowler hat perfectly perched on his
head with his graying hair, peeping from underneath the bowler hat
thanking its stars that it didn't have to come out to share in this
perfidy.
What was in Jonathan's mind as he sat down there, enduring the stares
and watching the sycophants as they immediately switched allegiances.
Baba Obj was behind him, did he feel like turning back and slapping him?
Tinubu was way behind, was that why in his walk around he did not get
to that part of the cubicle? What would he have done differently if time
was rolled back. Would he have ignored Obj?
