Oh yes—this is the truth. Many people are unaware of this, as the news was quietly buried in Brazil. You read me right.
Imagine it: a whole Prof. Wole Soyinka, Nobel laureate, literary lion, traveler of continents. He endured thirty-six long hours in the belly of an aircraft, wandering between time zones, sitting idly and lonely, to arrive in Brazil. He expected fanfare, respect, and perhaps a coronation of words and wisdom. But what he got instead was the shock of his life.
In that vibrant land where rhythm meets rhetoric and carnival is both culture and creed, President Bola Ahmed Tinubu staged a drama that has since left tongues wagging across continents. At a solemn gathering of global minds, Tinubu rose from his exalted presidential seat—the very throne of protocol and authority—and did the unthinkable: he looked straight at Soyinka. He said, “Egbon, kindly come and sit here.”
Yes, you heard right. He stood up, surrendered his chair, and invited the professor to take a seat.
And that, dear readers, was the shock.
Not the shock of insult, nor the shock of ridicule—but the shock of humility so overwhelming it stripped our Nobel laureate of his usual armour. How does a man who has sat on the Olympus of letters defend himself when assaulted by reverence? How does one protest being drowned in respect? In that hall, Tinubu turned the tables and made the professor the victim –a victim of courtesy, a victim of honour, a victim of presidential deference.
The cameras flashed, and the audience gasped. And there stood Soyinka—the lion of the pen, the gladiator of grammar—suddenly disarmed not by tyranny but by tenderness. The man who had dissected dictators with words was himself dissected by a chair.
In politics, shock often accompanies scandal, corruption, or betrayal. But in Brazil, shock came dressed in an agbada, carrying humility in one hand and respect in the other. Tinubu shocked Wole Soyinka, not by diminishing him, but by drowning him in honour.
And so, history will record: on Brazilian soil, the Jagaban committed the rarest political offence—he shocked a great man with dignity. After all, as our people wisely say, “When the elder bows, the young have no excuse to stand tall in arrogance.”
God bless the day Tinubu was born.
God bless the womb that bore him.
God bless the hour he was made President of Nigeria.
And may that same God smooth his path to a second term.
Tinubu is a pride to this nation—I hail the Jagaban of Borgu!
