Christopher Kolade; One of the Seen Representation of the Unseen God that we Worship How, for goodness sake, did we find ourselves in this sacrilegious situation where an 81-year old man who is self-made and has had a full, fruitful life is being called Agbaya for no just or proven cause simply for the sin of decidedly making way for the younger generation to input into national development. The Federal Government of Nigeria has publicly declared that the N500billion SURE-P “missing” money was the share of States and Local Government as dictated by the enabling laws. Ok, that “dubious” and political statement was made by the “never-to-be-trusted” Federal Government but don’t we operate and opposing democracy where, to date, NO MEMBER of the opposition who were “accused” of receiving the funds have come out to contradict this well publicized statement? Dr Christopher Kolade, for all his mortal failings, is man who has proven himself beyond all reasonable and even unreasonable doubts in the private and public service. He, it was, who came to London as Nigeria Ambassador to Her Majesty’s Government to revolutionise the stench that was then the Nigeria House in Fleet Street and Northumberland Avenue and blazed an administrative trail that is the foundation of a positively radicalised and functional Nigerian embassy in the UK till date. In a sane society, such names are whispered in hush, solemn voices and their attainments documented for taught and research scholaring. In the Yorubaland that we inherited which by all accounts we are fast squandering, such iconic individuals are to be found Labe Odan, during the high moons impacting words of wisdom acquired through a well imbibed academic pursuits and basket full of life experiences during their long and successful sojourns before they depart to join the spirit of their ancestors. But today, we Yorubas find ourselves un-detachably co-joined with and incurably infected by elements of cultural ancestries that kick their grandparents awake in the morning unlike the Yoruba customs of prostrating and remaining so until the day’s full blessing is heaped on one’s head by our revered elders. We must revert before it is too late because these accomplished legends are the seen representation of the unseen God that we worship on Fridays and Sundays.
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