My Transition Hour

Thanking God for the life of my hero Fmr. President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan, today being his 61st birthday. You have written your name in gold in the historical records of Nigeria, ECOWAS and Africa as a pure democrat whose emotional quotient is of no comparison.
Sir you claimed no single blood of Nigerian is worth being shed for the purpose of your political interest and you proved to the entire world by conceding to defeat by congratulating your opponent even before formal declaration, thereby averting post election violence that could have led to a severe war.
You left the stage glamorously and we kept remembering that there was a leader who wasn't tyrannical in practice.
I am so glad you have finally written a book "MY TRANSITION HOUR" that will set a good track for upcoming and aspiring democrats that are ready to embrace your political school of thought.
May you continue to find grace of God as you live longer.
Amen.

Ayo Abiona
20/11/18

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