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A deft political calculator endowed with a mastery of how to weave events like a tapestry, Tinubu knew what he was about while spitting out the fire of a dragon on his adversaries in Abeokuta. To attempt to reconfigure a video that virtually all Nigerians watched with their senses intact, as opposed to the main cast of the opera, ended up worsening the messy purport of Tinubu’s vituperations. This was why the fictive and feeble attempt by Tinubu’s Media Office to reconstruct and repair the massive damage done their principal last week ended up doing far much more damage to him. What Tinubu wore at that tirade session in the backdrop of Olumo Rock, unbeknown to all, wasn’t strictly a sash of arrogance, boastfulness or bellicosity, but a garment always worn by those who see an end time cloud and who are ready to diffidently slash into its fog with their bare hands. Akintola in power as premier of the Western Region in him. Why I asked these questions, particularly that pertaining to a suicidal bent, was that, as he stood before the podium addressing the Ogun State APC delegates, I saw a flash of the last days of late S.L. The outpouring naturally provoked questions such as: Was Tinubu shot off this realm by some very delirious substances? Did he speak from the depth of acute frustration? Was he intentionally bellicose? Was he naturally suicidal, nihilist, diffident or was he momentarily consumed by that selfsame anger that destroyed Alaafin Sango of the ancient Oyo Empire? The meeting was held at the Presidential Lodge in Abeokuta. Tinubu demonstrated all these in his bid to woo delegates to vote for him in the scheduled Tuesday’s presidential primary. In the unguarded, broken cistern-like outpouring of the Leader of the All Progressives Congress (APC) and the party’s presidential aspirant, Bola Ahmed Tinubu, in Abeokuta, Ogun State, last week, all that I could see was Chief Akintola. Akintola expressed this soberly in Yoruba thus: “ Adewale, o ti bo iku lo ma gb’eyin eleyi!” No one demonstrated such temerity by disrupting the status quo without recompense. When his driver, then Prince Adewale Kazeem, suggested to him that he should resign his post as premier, the polyglot and highly talented Yoruba language user, retorted to Kazeem that the die was cast, as only death lay at the end of the tunnel for him. In the words of the biographer, as the twilight of his life approached, with a fusillade of missiles from both parties spurting out scary, gold-coloured fire, Akintola’s hands became shaky, so much that he couldn’t append his signature to documents on a straight line. He however felt that he had long crossed the Rubicon to bother about death as a karmic comeuppance of his action. Death bestrode the firmament like an ominous cloud. Akintola In The Eyes of History (2017), Akintola knew that his standing up to the octopodal political machine of the Action Group was akin to suicide. According to Femi Kehinde, a former member of the House of Representatives and biographer of the last premier of the Western Region, Chief Samuel Ladoke Akintola, in the book, S.L. The blood of the political party faithful painted the sky crimson. Those it consumed were wheeled to the sepulchre by the day. The war of the First Republic had reached a feverish height.
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