Every Nigerian knows Umoru is sick, well that is with the exception of sycophants from the People’s Deceiving Party, Umoru himself and the miracle working agbada dictator at Aso Rock.
Very few Nigerians know Umoru, well until he was forcefully “anointed” as the presidential flag bearer for the PDP ostensibly to protect the interests of a certain cabal.
Last week millions of Nigerians fell over themselves trying to obtain the latest information on Umoru’s health after he was forced to take a “break” from a “grueling” campaign trail that had left him “breathless” and with no option but to make an emergency “routine medical check up” in Germany aboard an air ambulance. PDP spin doctors, employed solely to tell lies on behalf of the government, told us he was merely going on the advice of his doctors, but Nigerians knew better. The timing and hasty manner with which Umoru made a “routine doctors visit” raised underlying suspicions that they were being forced to accept a dying man as the leader of the world’s most populous nation.
The unprecendent interest in Umoru’s well being was not about the people’s love for a charismatic leader, rather it was a silent protest by those who knew Umoru had been merely playing checkers with his life when he challenged doubters to 12 straight games of squash to prove his fitness to lead the nation. Nigerians have every right to be disturbed about a leader who thinks 12 games of squash is an indicator of his state of health. Perhaps he knew no one would be bold enough to send him to an early grave by taking him up on his challenge.
Rather than quell the growing rumors, Obasanjo and his henchmen chose to spend the time spreading lies, contradictions and hurling outright curses on those who dared tell the truth about the true nature of Umoru’s health. Baba it was who once stared him in the eyes and asked: “Umaru, was your sickness healed? Was it in 2001 or thereabout?” Umoru nodded in the affirmative but no one knows if he believed in miracles. Obasanjo took the charade to monumental levels with his “hello Umoru, Obasanjo speaking” abracadabra. Nigerians even grew more despondent, out of 150million capable Nigerians, they were being forced to accept a man who was campaigning from his sick bed in far away Europe. Many of us are no longer surprised, in a Nigeria where prisoners win senatorial elections, it would not be out of place if Umoru won the presidential elections while hooked up to life support machines in Germany.
Umoru has siiince returned from his routine medical check up. Nigerians still do not trust that his kidneys are strong enough to cope with the rigours of a disintegrating nation and a restive populace. We have been told that to win the elections is a do-or-die affair, perhaps Umoru might want to consider which part he is willing to choose in the face of those rail roading him to his death in the interest of their pockets. Nigerians surely do not want a president who spends more time on sick beds than at his desk even if it is merely on the advice of his doctors. He may have won this round but time will tell if a man who feels “breathless” merely crisscrossing a land mass the size of the state of Texas will survive the next bout.
Sadly with the elections a mere 4 weeks away, the most important agenda for national discourse is not how to move the nation forward but on the state of Umoru’s kidneys.
Baba has vowed that no amount of “blackmail”, not even unhealthy kidneys, will prevent the PDP from recording a “landslide victory” in the coming elections. One wonders if Umoru will still be standing after the dust from the “landslide victory” has settled.
Surprisingly he is yet to invite us to another game of squash; many of us are eagerly waiting.














