There’s no need for caution, but you must know: This satire tale is a work of fabu, yet it encapsulates the essence of Baba Tinubu’s momentous day as Bubu relinquishes power. Only a select few are privy to the inner workings of Tinubu’s morning on such an occasion. Consider me fortunate, for I am a chosen to witness this morning when this septuagenarian ascends to the presidency.
For Tinubu, the kingmaker, this marks the fulfilment of a long-cherished aspiration, born from his years as a senator, a governor, and the revered Godfather of Lagos, bestowing his blessings upon the selected but, in a way, elected governors since his tenure as governor ended in 2007.
Today is May 29, and at long last, his moment arrives. He will assume the title of President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. The meticulously planned schedule unveiled to the press reveals that the oath-taking ceremony to serve Nigeria commences at 10 a.m. in Abuja.
Earlier this morning, the air was different within the State House (presidential villa) confines, where Tinubu slept over after the inauguration dinner. This is the day Baba has been waiting for. Tinubu, from his bed, rises from another world, calling his wife to support him as he tries to sit down. It has been a while since their lips met, so Madam Tinubu playfully plants a kiss on Baba’s cheek. A smile graces his face; his eyes shimmer, and he moistens his lips while Madam Tinubu showers him with adoration, saying, “Ọkọ mi, à kú orire o” (My husband, victory is finally ours).
Tinubu stood up, clasped her hands, and they gazed into the nearby mirror. Baba expresses his gratitude to Madam, “Ọse gàn,” implying her unwavering support throughout their arduous journey. On the cusp of assuming the role of First Lady, Madam realises she will never return to the room where senators sparred and the office that invited mockery from the media. As a senator for over 10 years, they often labelled her a bully, a dramatic queen—you name it.
Moments as extraordinary as this are scarce, and nobody wants to jeopardise the arduous journey that led them here. Those close to Baba Tinubu have chosen to remain discreet, mindful of the media’s hunt for sensational stories while avoiding any association with negativity. Being on good terms is paramount, above all else. Loyalty must be proven.
Phone calls start pouring in as Baba and Madam continue to revel in anticipation of the events unfolding this morning.
The first call was from the state governor, who delivered significant numbers for Tinubu during the election. Then, the calls come one after another, with politicians at different levels of governance, even those considered adversaries by the public, showering him with praise and hailing him as Jagaban, Asiwaju, their revered leader. Who would have imagined the inauguration would unite them in a chorus of admiration?
Meanwhile, Madam Tinubu, seated on the room’s sofa, swipes through congratulatory messages on WhatsApp, beaming with joy as she responds to each one. She adjusts her underdress, which she had repurposed as a nightgown, still smiling when Aisha Buhari’s call comes in.
Aisha has been playing nice fr. She had taken Madam Tinubu on a tour of the presidential villa before this day, displaying excitement about assisting her with the transition and ensuring her settling in went smoothly. With the phone on speaker, Tinubu, just finishing up one of his calls, overhears their conversation.
When Aisha asks, “How are you feeling?” Madam Tinubu responds candidly, “I’m a bit nervous, but we will handle it. We’ll have breakfast quickly and be on our way to Eagle Square.”
Recognising the feeling, Aisha advises her not to let nervousness consume her and encourages her to draw strength and courage from her husband. Tinubu smiles and expresses gratitude, saying, “Aisha, thank you o. I appreciate this your support. I’m really happy that you two are jelling.” He also mentions their plans to meet later at the party to celebrate this new transition with other members of the All Progressives Congress (APC).
After Aisha’s call, the incoming president and the nation’s first lady-to-be both had a brief moment of solitude when they heard a knock on the door. It’s Madam’s assistant. She has been charged with coordinating their clothes for the inauguration. Madam Tinubu collected them from her assistant and placed them carefully in the wardrobe area. As she was about to nag about hunger, another knock interrupted her, hailing to be a waiter with their breakfast. They both shared a chuckle, realising the fast-paced nature of the morning. And it’s early morning; who knows what might happen to Tinubu if he doesn’t eat breakfast?
Breakfast was a simple affair but filled with warmth and anticipation. Baba Tinubu savoured each bite, relishing the flavours of the dishes; who cared anyway whether the food was made with love? Madam Tinubu, with her nerves subsiding, engaged in light-hearted banter, adding a touch of levity to the room. They reminisced about their journey, the challenges they faced, and the triumphs they achieved.
As they finished their meal, the room buzzed with the final preparations. The assistant reappeared, carefully arranging their outfits and ensuring every detail was perfect. Baba Tinubu’s attire exuded regality, symbolising the weight of the responsibility he was about to shoulder. Madam Tinubu’s ensemble radiated grace and elegance, befitting her role as the nation’s soon-to-be First Lady. The gele (head attire) is one to admire. The assistant tied it beautifully and added a graceful makeover to her face.
With their attire donned and maybe a sense of purpose in their hearts, Baba and Madam Tinubu made their way towards Eagle Square. The energy outside was palpable; the air was excited and hopeful. Their spirits soared as they stepped out, greeted by enthusiastic supporters and well-wishers. The streets were adorned with banners of Tinubu’s face and APC flags, a vibrant tapestry celebrating the dawning of a new era.
Amidst the cheers and chants, Baba Tinubu’s gaze met Madam Tinubu’s, a silent exchange of love, gratitude, and determination. They clasped hands in the car, drawing strength from one another, ready to embark on this historic journey together.
The inauguration ceremony will happen. Baba Tinubu will take the oath; his voice might not be steady, but we hope it’s resolute as he pledges his commitment to serve the people of Nigeria. The crowd will likely erupt in applause, and even if they are not impressed, voices will echo across the square. If Tinubu follows the script, he will spill words and fill hearts with renewed hope and belief in a brighter future.
However, in Tinubu’s mind, grudges are not easily forgotten; those who have crossed him should prepare for the weight of his retribution. The kids on social media, taunting him with jibes about his age, academic history, background, and physical fitness, will soon feel the sting of his response. Controversy may surround his win, but he doesn’t care. While the Supreme Court is still occupied with those challenging his presidential victory, the reins of justice in Nigeria are not far from his grasp—what is beyond his reach? What can he not do? He is the Jagaban, and even the spectre of terror trembles in Baba’s presence.