Friday, 2 September 2016

How Abacha blocked Kudi Abiola’s Kids from seeing their sick Dad


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I could not sleep. I could not even lie down. All I did was walk around my room that night. I wanted to go outside to jog but was scared to do so. This was my happiest moment during my trip. The thought of seeing my father in less than twenty- four hours was overwhelming. My brother, who is more religious than I am, was praying so that things would go according to plan. I prayed as well but stopped every now and then because I had prayed a lot before coming to Abuja and was convinced that my prayers had already been answered.

The following day I did not eat in the morning. I was not hungry at all. I began pressuring the others for us to go to the officer by 7 a.m. I was so adamant about leaving that the old man laughed at me. “Do you think you are in America? Over here, no one in that position comes to work before 10 a.m. That is because they work till late at night”.
The Author, Jamiu Abiola with brother, Lekan (r) in a presidential encounter with President Yoweri Musoveni of Uganda
Deep down I knew that he was right but I still wanted to leave early. “What if we go and wait for him? We have nothing to lose. Or better still, my brother and I will go now and you can join us whenever you are ready”.
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The Book of MKO according to Jamiu Abiola

He did not like that suggestion. “No way! We came together and we will do everything together. Don’t forget that all this progress was my handiwork. After all, I was the one who introduced you to the man who gave you the idea to see this officer who has now made you grow wings. You now think you can dump me”
At first I was speechless then I burst out laughing when I realized that he was joking from his facial expression. I decided to be patient, and since I was still restless, I went to the hotel restaurant and forced myself to eat. After I was done, on my way back to the room, I saw the others at the lobby. They were ready to go. I was already dressed so I followed them to the car immediately.

 “I wanted to tell him that he was a hypocrite despite the fact that he had a conscience. I wanted to tell him that people like him were the tools through which evil people like General Abacha carried out their devilish machinations. I wanted to tell him that if all people in positions of authority like him had stood by the truth, General Abacha and his corrupt crew would have been as useless as cars without petrol”.
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Someone had parked in front of our car, making it impossible for us to move out. We had to wait for a long time because we could not find the owner of the vehicle. But just as we were about to hire a hotel taxi, the driver showed up and we were able to move our car out. We got to the police station in less than eight minutes and walked straight into the officer’s office.
General Abacha's 2nd in command, Genere Oladipupo Diya (His Hands were tight on MKO Abiola's Case)
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It was hard for me to get a hold of myself. I was too excited. But just as the old man had predicted, the officer had not yet arrived. His secretary led us to a waiting room where we waited for him for at least three hours. It felt like three days. But by the time the officer finally came to the waiting room and I laid my eyes on him, I knew that something was wrong. His gaze was heavy with guilt and his body seemed lifeless, unlike the previous day, as he sluggishly shook my hand. He told us that he would see us after five minutes but he did not send his secretary to call us till after more than an hour.
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By the time we were ushered into his office, he did not ask us to sit down. He stood up and remained standing in a clumsy manner as if he was about to fall down. It was also as if he wanted our stay to be as short as possible. After I had greeted him twice, he finally said something. “Timing. Those entitled to make a decision on your matter don’t have the time to do so at this time. State matters have overwhelmed them so it is the timing that is the problem, not them. If you had come last week or even the week before, things would have been different. That much I know”.
He sounded like a machine. His voice was cold but his look was gentle and full of guilt. What a contrast! I was devastated. Was my father still alive? If he was then why was it so difficult for anyone to see him? Probably feeling uncomfortable about the lingering silence in the room, he added. “But on my own part, I can still do something”. For a split second I thought he was going to smuggle us to my father’s location. “I can take a letter from you to him. Yes I can. Then I can also bring a letter from him to you. That is almost like seeing him, isn’t it?” He tried to force a smile but failed. “At least you will be communicating, which is in essence the purpose of your visit to Abuja”.
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I looked at him deeply. Controlling my rising anger was indeed an epic battle. I wanted to tell him that he was a hypocrite despite the fact that he had a conscience. I wanted to tell him that people like him were the tools through which evil people like General Abacha carried out their devilish machinations. I wanted to tell him that if all people in positions of authority like him had stood by the truth, General Abacha and his corrupt crew would have been as useless as cars without petrol.
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But I opted to keep my mouth shut. Giving him a piece of my mind would have been meaningless since he was merely a puppet and would likely continue to be one. “Okay, we will write him letters. Can you give us some pieces of paper?”
Whenever I think of that day, I believe that my mind must have been working on its own because I was too dazed to think. He rushed to his desk and quickly pulled out some paper for my brother and me. He was so excited that it was as if he truly believed that writing letters would have mended our hearts that had been broken. I took the paper from him without looking at him then I went to the corner of the office to write a long letter to my father. My brother did the same then we handed the letters over to our host who forced a smile and promised to deliver them to our father.
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We bid him farewell and just as we were about to step out of his office, he said something. “Make sure that you come tomorrow. They might be a letter from him for you. I am sure there will be because he will certainly write ... And maybe soon you will all meet and never part again. With prayer anything and everything is possible”.
His voice sounded distant. It was like an irritating noise coming from somewhere far away. I was too disappointed to respond. But I managed to wave. I did not ask him when I should come the following day because I no longer cared.
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Dignatories @ the Launching of 'The President who Never Ruled'
(Excerpts from the book, The President Who Never Ruled by Jamiu Abiola; get copies in any book shop across the world or write Jamiu Abiola through jamiulinguist@yahoo.com. Read “Abacha, a third world criminal” in our next post on this blog)

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