Open Letter To Aunty Diezani Allison Maduekwe By Adetayo Adegbemle
Dear Aunty Die.
Permit me to Call You Aunty, Not like you have much choice though. For one, you are not as old as my mother, and two, if you have virtues near anything my mum has, I won’t be writing this letter at all.
We have been inundated by several media releases regaling us with your escapades and brigantries, out of which the most daring one is the missing 20billion dollars. WOW! A feat that is.
I am honestly and truthfully not even interested in the poorly Pro-Diezani protest put together in Abuja, can’t avoid laughing at the “Live Diezani Alone” placards though. Those ladies would have finished spending the stipends you share with them out of your loots, and would be back to their penury by now.
What I found to be the next level of your gangster move is your several attempts to silence the National Assembly. Wow!!!
Aunty Die, let me jolt your memory. Your position as a Minister of the Federal Republic of Nigeria is a Public Office, and not your village royal seat. You are not doing Nigerians any favor, as we also have more honorable and qualified individuals who could occupy that position to better effects.
That you are serving in a government that is fast becoming the worst nightmare of every Nigerian is not an excuse to not give an account of your stewardships.
By the way Aunty Die, if you honestly feel you are clean of all allegations, why would you be so desperate to gag the only alternative means of governance in Nigeria? Why would go through so many court filings just to prove you are not a thief? Why do you have to pay rented illiterates to ask Nigerians to “live Diezani alone”? Why do you have to pay so much for online adverts to proclaim you as the best thing to ever come out of Nigeria?
Aunty Die, we all know that in sane climes where accountability and responsibility matters, you would have been cooling your heels on a 2×3 bed in a secluded solitary confinement by now. But No, This is Nigeria, where impunity rules, justice goes to the highest bidder.
Aunty Die, the National Assembly that you are contending with today “screened and confirmed” you before you can become the Minister of Petroleum, remember that day you took a bow and asked to leave the chambers? Do You? Of course not, it’s eons ago.
Aunty Die, The National Assembly you are contending with today were elected to represent people like me, and other “voiceless” people, that you are supposed to be serving, in the best interest of Nigeria, not your pocket, or your kleptomaniac avarice.
Aunty Die, you are wondering what is my own in this matter, right? Oh well, I will tell you. For every penny you steal, or misappropriate, you reduce the buying power of every 170m Nigerians. For every kobo you add to fuel subsidy, you make life difficult for Every Nigerians, including me.
Aunty Die, the most unfortunate part of your kleptomaniac behaviors is that you steal from Nigerians, only to take this morning to America. You remain a second class citizen in America, you and your children.
The money we would have used to build good roads, the money we would have used to power every home in Nigeria, the money we would have used to feed every Nigerian, the money we would have used build schools, the money we would have used to build good health care facilities. But NO, that is not just good enough for you.
Aunty Die, you prefer to stash these money in your bank account, and immediately you have a little headache, you run to London to medical checkup. If only the people that built those institutions too were like you, I wonder where you would have run to. Mars would have been developed by then though.
Aunty Die, all these do not matter to you, simply because you are a product of the generation that has failed Nigerians. You have failed yourselves, and you have all failed God.
Aunty Die, do the needful, this noise is too much, and don’t wait till the Americans revoke your citizenship before you do the needful. Fall on your own sword, with honor now.
Aunty Die, I will personally move to Abuja to witness the public inquiry into your activities, because you owe Nigerians. You are paid to do the job you are doing, you are paid to steal from us.
Aunty Die, I am aware that in your villge, thieves are out casted. They become Esu, with the consequences.
Posterity will not be kind to you, as you would ALL be judged for not giving anything for the coming generation.
I remain yours in the fight for the soul of Nigeria,
Adetayo Adegbemle is a public opinion commentator/analyst, researcher, and the convener of PowerUpNigeria, a Power Consumer Advocacy Group, based in Lagos. (Twitter: @gbemle, @PowerUpNg)
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