The Holy Book said we should pray for our rulers and country, upon this premise I come to you this morning, Osalobua, Father Lord. For all things, we are asked to give thanks, so I thank you first of all for sparing the life of your son, President Musa Yar’Adua. We thank you for forgiving his sins and extending his life like Hezekiah in the Bible.
Thank you for not letting the wish of his enemies (for they are a multitude) come to pass. Father you who took him to Saudi Arabia on a presidential jet will see him back safely, for the offspring of a snake never suffer headaches. With his feet he walked to the jet (so we believe, Ministry of Information don’t tell us anything different) and with those same feet will he climb down at Nnamdi Azikiwe airport in Abuja. He covered himself with airline blanket when he left, may he not be wrapped in a burial mat on his way back.
No AK47 cocked against him, whether up North or down South in the Niger Delta, shall prosper. Sickness shall no longer be the president’s portion. He shall be strong like a lion in Zion so he can handle his detractors and contractors with an iron hand.
Upon the president’s return, Osalobua na’ba, give him the revelation like Jonah inside the belly of the whale, that he must build kingly health facilities round the nation. Let him know that if Saudi Arabians can use oil money to build the hospitals he frequents like a jedi-jedi patient going to latrine, Nigeria can also build well-equipped hospitals, where he or future presidents will have the Good-luck of receiving the best medical attention. Give him the Solomonic wisdom to know that our country’s money he spends in foreign hospitals is enough to build world standard hospitals here.
Osalobua, I pray that on his way back from Saudi Arabia, may the president be struck with the thought - “If Barack Obama or Gordon Brown were to be sick, would they be flown to Germany or Saudi Arabia?” And as security operatives whisk him to Aso Rock and the trees and signposts along airport road fly by his tired eyes, may he mutter this prayer and make a vow thus - For my people, I shall build majestic and functioning hospitals mightier than King Faisal Specialist Hospital and employ well respected Nigerian medical practitioners that will attract other nations’ kings, presidents and wealthy patients whose money will be part of this country’s source of income and if I don’t build this by Easter of next year may I run out of Goodluck ... amen.
Osalobua, you are the only one that knows what will happen tomorrow, we Nigerians don’t know. Many times we have rumoured the death of our leader when it is morning yet on creation day. Per adventure you have another glorious plan for your son Musa, other than being the frail president of this tough country, may you give us the ability to respect the constitution that was drafted and adopted by Nigerians. And dear Lord, remember the son of Jonathan whom King David Mark, may not like so much. You have always admonished us your children to give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to South South what belongs to South South.
Father Lord we know that the Vice President Goodluck Jonathan is a humble servant of yours, and he wears ridiculous hats like a village palm wine tapper, but that doesn’t mean he should be denied his constitutional right if the need arises. After all, you picked King David while he was a village boy tending sheep in the deep south when he had no business being the King of Israel, but when you just could not tolerate the illness of King Saul anymore you used your infinite wisdom to pick small David over a sickly king. Use that same style for Goodluck the son of your humble servant, Jonathan, for you are the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Osalobua, the elephant has not fallen, but there are hunters already talking about dividing the meat. They are bent on ridiculing our young and fragile democracy by sidetracking the constitution with “power rotation” and “power shift” and I pray that power must change hands from these evil king makers. All the charlatans that don’t want progress in our country must die! Die! Die! Die! If they gather against the good of the general populace of this mighty nation, may you scatter them like fumigated ants.
Baba God may you blind all the devils in agbada and devourers in designer suits plotting to throw our country into darkness for selfish reasons. Until they have positive visions and come to the realisation that their past and present misconduct weakens the heart of your son Musa, let their eyes not see the light of day.
And father Lord you know that I your obedient son am from a minority group in this country, but one with you is a majority, as I pray for this country kindly give me Goodluck in every path I walk, from Esan village in Edo state to Lagos to Abuja. Amen!
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