Nigeria is in mourning. Perpetually.
Buhari was a tragedy. Eight years of drift, empty promises, insecurity, and an economy that collapsed under the weight of propaganda. He came, he saw, he locked the country in reverse.
Now Tinubu is an affliction. Not a government. An affliction. Policies without people. Reforms without relief. Speech after speech, while communities burn and families skip meals. Comical rulers presiding over the ruination of the Nigeria political firmament.
This is not leadership. This is performance art in a graveyard.
And the real insult? Nigerians are told to clap in a cemetery. We are in a funeral, but the men at Aso Rock keep speaking wedding language. “Renewed Hope.” “Emi lokan.” “Dancing to the next level.” Aberration.
When a nation is burying its children to bandits, its economy to inflation, and its future to corruption, you do not bring champagne. You bring eulogy. You speak the language of a funeral in a funeral.
Buhari broke the foundation. Tinubu is painting the cracks gold and calling it renovation.
Until we stop pretending this is normal, the mourning will continue. And Nigeria will keep bleeding while its rulers take selfies with the undertaker. Enough of these photo ops.
The truth must be said: tragedy plus affliction equals collapse.
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