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of moral justification and the like...

Culled from "THE WILL Newspapers" San Francisco, May 31,:

Nigeria’s former military leader, General Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida on Monday urged the central government to immortalize Chief MKO Abiola by naming an institution of state after him. Moshood Abiola was presumed to have won the June 12, 1993 presidential election which coincidentally was annulled by General Babangida before he was forced out of office.

Babangida spoke to journalists at the Presidential Wing of the Murtala Muhammed Airport, shortly after arriving Lagos from Minna. He commended the President Goodluck Jonathan for recognizing the contributions and sacrifices Chief Abiola made in the enthronement of democracy in the country.

"I think it is good at long last somebody is trying to acknowledge the efforts of Chief MKO Abiola. We cannot deny him the fact that he fought for democracy and I am glad that the government is accepting it. "Also, I want to see a situation whereby he will be immortalized as a person who fought for democracy in this country. "I want to see, may be an institution named after him that talks only about democracy. That is the most enduring legacy we can give MKO."


I marvel at how the entire trauma of the June 12 incident has been summarized in one trivial sentence by the very man who caused us many lives, and changed the course of our collective destiny. i was one of the unfortunate people who were trapped on the road many years after when Chief MKO Abiola was proclaimed dead. Lagos has known no greater fury. I, as well as countless nigerians, trekked for miles through burning tires, swinging machettes, and senseless killings, to get home. all because this one man, who now smiles around on the assumption that time has healed all wounds, had the audacity to act against the common will of 120 million people.

Its funny how some people have no shame. It is even funnier how brazen the alleged maker of the above referenced statement is, to assume that he can with one patronizing sentence, wipe away the hurt and anguish of a whole nation caused by the inexplicably selfish actions that changed the course of this nation and left us the laughing stock of the world. He of all people should know better than to mock Nigerians in their collective memorial of a time better forgotten.

if for nothing else, the anguish of a 19 year old man walking in the plain darkness from moshalashi busstop in egbeda all the way to iyana meiran with a huge bag on his back, dodging bullets and hoodlums, will hold him accountable, even if its the last thing that happens.

Mr. IBB, it is absolutely not over yet. not even close.

Comments

miss.fab said…
Off topic: why do you have word verification AND blog owner approval on your comments?
miss.fab said…
IBB needs to be shot by a firing squad and then made to eat his own intestines.
RQ said…
well miss.fab, i need to verify that people will not make comments that will have assassins come after me when i get off the blog and go to my house in the evening. i'm a normal, unsecure nigerian you know?

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