It was a Saturday evening, say 7.15pm, ( i didn't exactly check the time)
when my phone rang and i picked it up. My saturdays are usually very
crazy. I present a weekly Magazine on Radio Akwa Ibom; Medley
Showcase from 11 to noon, most times also, i have Mc jobs to deliver at
wedding reception ceremonies later in the afternoon before hurrying to
catch up with Sports Arena on radio from 5 to 6pm before Post
Production. Post Production is supposed to be a meeting after every radio
programme where the producer sits down with the presenters to review
and assess the day's programme, make corrections and inject fresh ideas
to make the programme more audience friendly. The late Ace Broadcaster,
Billy Bassy Ekot had however expanded the definition of post production to
include the drinking of beer, wine and spirits and the chewing of roasted
animals. The boys preferred the later definition. So, it was a vintage
saturday for me and i was an hour, 15 minutes into "post production" when
that call came in. I had removed my suits, hung it on the chair i was
seated. The tie on my neck was staggered. I had untied the laces of my
shoes and my belt had since been adjusted to fit the occasion.
The number that called me was not stored on my phone contacts and i'm
usually very sceptical about answering such calls. "Hello, Good evening"
the voice at the other end greeted. He neither sounded friendly nor harsh,
just straight. "Good evening sir" I replied with the best version of my radio
baritone voice, either to also intimidate him or to present myself as mature
and professional in case it was a client. "I'm i speaking with Aniekeme
Finbarr?" he continued. "Yes of course". "Your attention is needed
immediately", "where?" i inquired anxiously. "Government House, be there
as soon as possible" And he ended the call. At that point my countenance
dropped, my mind went wild, i was thinking about so many things at a
time. I immediately shared the conversation with my two colleagues who
were with me. One of them snapped , "i said it, i have always told not to
criticise Akpabio's government, you are too young for that. Imagine what
you posted the other day about 31 industries. Always inciting the people to
talk nonsense against government". I shouted back at him in defence, "i'm
i the commissioner for information? I'm i not supposed to say anything
again? Did i tell those guys to criticise government? You think the
Governor does not read the over 50 articles i have written in favour of his
administration? Why don't they see the good ones have done? In any case,
who said i have done anything wrong? You are just sitting here and
running your mouth. We barked and shouted for a few more minutes. My
other colleague calmed us down and assured all would be well.
My colleague who shouted at me offered to drive me to the gate of the
Government House and while on the road taunted me that this night i'l get
the reward of my bad mouth against government. My colleagues wished
me good luck and zoomed off. I'm sure they were heading back to "post
production". I didn't envy them.
At the main gate of the Government House, i met 6 men seated. One
plainly dressed man, a police officer in the black upon black uniform, two
other policemen with the new camouflage and two other mopol officers
with their pale Green coloured uniforms with the khaki trousers curved into
their boots that was still shining even at that time of the night. I greeted
them and briskly walked into the compound as if i were the owner. They
didn't ask any questions and i thought to myself, 'whaooo, how easy'. I
crossed the path leading to the banquet hall and down to the main gate of
the Governor's lodge. The policemen i met here were both healthy and
agile. 'Why would they be? Aren't they closer to the main source?' After
drilling me with Jamb standard questions, i had to call the number that
invited me and this time, a female answered and assured me she was
coming to pick me immediately. I followed her right in. By now, it was past
8pm. Nothing here suggested it was that late, the ambience of the lodge
was heavenly, the illumination very bright. The female police officer
leading me in was disturbingly fair, healthy, tall and beautiful. All her
"departments" were complete. She was walking briskly towards the main
door. I stylishly withdrew my steps to have a better view of her "brake
lights". 'If i were Governor, i would have more of these sort of officers
around. A peep at them would be enough to calm one's nerves and tension
as Chief Executive, hehehehehehehe'.
I was taken through the security door, searched and ushered in. The lady
officer took me through several lobbies and finally gave me a seat
somewhere that looked like a lobby. As i walked in, i saw very many
politicians and their aides moving around the lodge, some chatting heartily,
others just talking in hush tones, and a few others just moody and mute. I
sat for more than two hours without anyone saying a word to me. A young
man offered me coke few minutes to 11pm. The air conditioner was
wickedly cold, i had never felt anything like that before. Even my suit
couldn't come to the rescue. I didn't know where to put off the AC, neither
had i the boldness to ask anyone. Few minutes to 1am, i heard the voice
of the Governor across the room, he was in very relaxed mood and
discussing very happily. "Where is that media man i asked you to bring?" I
over heard him ask. Something told me that was me. "He is here, Sir" the
same voice that spoke to me on the phone initially responded.
The man came to me and took me out to meet him. I didn't know what to
expect. The Governor wore shorts and a very big T shirt with leather
slippers. He legs were so beautiful. Warm, hairy and full. I went and stood
beside him, my arms folded behind me. He asked again, almost angry this
time, "where is the man?' "Here he is" the frightened protocol officer
responded. For the first time, he noticed me. "Are you Aniekeme Finbarr?"
"Yes Sir, no, Yes Your Excellency" i wasn't sure which title will fit the
occasion. It was a David, Goliath scenario. By now i had already given him
a full 90 degree bow with my knees almost touching the ground. He
smiled, dispersed everyone and took me in with hands wrapped around my
neck. "so, you the young man causing all this trouble, whaoo, i'm
surprised" he couldn't hide his excitement. He took me into the room i
already sat down and sat beside me. "My brother, i have heard of the
things you are doing, I'm impressed. I heard you worked you worked with
Michael Bush" I didn't like that part about Michael Bush, i just wanted to
answer questions about myself. Thank God it wasn't a question. "I'm told
you are very intelligent, you have a very large following especially on the
social media and your views are widely read. I just want to share with you
a few facts that will help you. You know my administration has done a lot.
The stadium, the tropicana..." When he started mentioning projects, i
looked at the time, it was 1.48am and i knew i wouldn't leave soon. He
took about 15 minutes to run through his projects. "But you know the
government needs to land well." He continued, this time, his tone
increased. He was tapping the table with his left fingers. "My brother, i
have for seven years done my homework, i want Udom Emmanuel to
succeed me" That was the Bombshell! "Udom Emmanuel is doubly
qualified and shares my kind of passion. I didn't even know he will talk
like me. His drive to succeed speaks volumes of his desire to make it
happen in whatever he sets his eyes on. Look at his early background of
birth in the then rural Ukanafun Local
Government Area where his father was teaching. He schooled here, had his
secondary school education at Community Secondary School, Ikot Akpan
Eshiet in Onna Local Government Area. It attests to the fact that with
discipline and hard-work, one can be a success story irrespective of one’s
place of birth and early life. He is an Ibibio man and from Eket senatorial
district. Away from politivs, he has what it takes to continue. His
knowledge of the economy is an added advantage".
At that point, I mustered some boldness and asked him, "what about
UOU?" He sat up and held my hands, "my brother, governance is not easy.
It is not about what you want all the time. He would have been the man,
but how do i explain this zoning stuff. He is not from Eket Senatorial
District. In fact, the young Bassey, commissioner he is another wonderful
man but again, zoning. Away from zoning, Udom has very wonderful
ideas. I told him the other day, we cannot achieve all this things you have
said within this time left. He is a corporate strategist and will help build
on the infrastructure i have tried to put in place. He is God fearing. He may
not have been in politics but at that level at Zenith Bank, you are
politicking at the highest level. He is generous. Recently i even learnt he
gave a bore hole many years back to his community when there was an
oil spill in his area and the people couldn't have access to drinking water".
He talked on so many things enough to fill a whole book. When he was
done, it was 3.07am.
"So, just keep doing what you are doing, keep the young people informed.
God will reward you, we will also see what we can do to encourage young
people like you, how did you come?" That was the line I had been waiting
for the whole evening. In fact my whole life. He called on that protocol
officer and told him, "Give him 2.5 ..." At that point my sister, Idara gave
me a dirty slap, "You no wan go work? you don look time? My friend, wake
up". I'm still thinking, was this really a dream?
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