President Bola Ahmed Tinubu is the loving son of Alhaja Abibatu Magaji, Aljaena Firudus, one of the greatest Iyalojas ever to live in this firmament.
I am on my knees, with all my relatives and with those who depend on me, weeping profusely, crying bitterly, sobbing painfully, and yelling like a day-old baby. I have been deprived of my wicked mother. The sour-sweet drops from her bludgeoning boobs.
Mr. President, I am begging you, in the name of Allah, the beneficient and the Most Merciful, not to kill me as your predecessor in office tried furtively to.
I am begging you now because I know you are not a killer. I know how you emancipated many of us. You are not a murderer. I know your act of care is unquantifiable. I am crying bitterly because I know you to be a developer. I know you because you are a destiny helper. Therefore, I implore you with all my heart not to repeat the actions of your predecessor but to save my life, allow me to live like others, and contribute to this nation.
Kindly help to raise me as you raised some of my friends when you were the Governor of Lagos, and as you set out to raise other friends of mine as the President of Nigeria.
Honestly, my President, I am helpful like the others, too—even more valuable than many of them, whom past Presidents cuddled, pampered, and protected beyond reasonable expectation.
I can rescue Nigeria from the dearth of low revenue. I am peaceful. I am a peace ambassador. I prosper in the peaceful atmosphere. I preach peace and harmony. I encourage social migration. I blossom through cultural diversity. I engender development in any area I am allowed to operate. I generate, built, and foster, goodwill and better friendship in any area where I live. I am one of the most significant labour employers in this country.
I create wealth more than any of my friends, who have been pampered beyond measure. I stimulate riches more than them. I am also the most incredible generator of employment in Nigeria. I can empower over 50 million Nigerians in a year and turn several hundred Nigerians into millionaires overnight.
President Tinubu, I have the solution to cultism in Nigeria. In just one year, I have the power to transform villages into global focal points and elevate Nigeria to the forefront of international attention.
I am highly productive, resourceful, and potent at making money for the country. The best part is that I am available in all parts of this great country. Unfortunately, most Governors don’t think about me.
Mr. President, the sad story is that I am neglected. Nobody is looking at my side. I have not been encouraged. Of all the Presidents Nigeria has produced, only one old papa encouraged me—Pa Aremu Obasanjo. He tried for me, brought me out of neglect, and revived me out of strangulation. He even appointed a manager for me—a manager who did well and tried his best. Under him, I garnered over £40 billion in revenue for this nation.
Goodluck Jonathan only paid feeble service to my welfare. When Baba Muhammadu Buhari came to power, he finally removed my manager’s life support.
And there, the beauty stopped. Since then, I have been shovelled into a pit and abandoned without reference. That is why I am appealing to you. Please!!! Raise me from the tomb. Lift me to serve Nigeria. Re-invigorate my strength. Pump me to generate revenue for Nigeria. Preserve me to generate employment in Nigeria.
President Tinubu, my name is Tourism, Creative Arts, and Culture. Please empower me by creating a stand-alone Ministry of Tourism, Creative Arts, and Culture.
Renewed me. Restore me. Resuscitate me. I am more potent than oil. The oil may dry. But, I, Tourism, am inexhaustible. Kindly lift me for the benefit of this country.
Let me serve this country as I serve UAE, France, South Africa, Kenya, Ghana, Malaysia, Britain, and the US.
May God be with you, President Tinubu.
*Ojo-Lanre from Usi-Ekiti (08033490986) sent this piece on behalf of Tourism, Creative Industry and Culture.
