One of these days,  as this article warns,  we are just gonna run out of our precious oil. In fact, folks in the World Bank have gone to purchase the dust jackets for  the files marked “Nigerian Oil”. Just like that. No warning, no announcements. And that would be the end of the whole freaking show. And when that day finally arrives  there is a particular person’s face I’ll be eager to see.  Hell, I’ll even pay good cash for that privilege.

Not this face. Not this face…

Of course, as an avid reader of this blog, you know who I’m gunning for: that future president of the not-so-distant future Nigeria. The scenario where this realization takes place would be something straight out of a Nollywood farce. And in this blog’s continuous attempts at widening the scope of your imagination, let’s fast forward 40 odd years from today and see how the final act of our funny play pans out.

Certainly not as glorious a future as religious leaders would have you believe.

Mr President  has recently been sworn into office and he is ready to begin some hard work like any honest African Head of State.

Ignore the oxymoron, just stay with me.

And to get things started, the elated president calls in his recently appointed, Harvard educated and fresh-faced Minister of Finance into his office so the two of them can delineate how the sweet oil money would be spent by the new administration—and as every self-respecting politician will tell you, fixing your own salary and allowances is very satisfying work.

“Words on the marble, boys. Words on the marble!”

This time around, however, affairs are not so joyous. The minister nervously informs the president that the federation account is empty, the external reserves are depleted, the sovereign wealth fund has been devalued, and in short, no money.

“No money? What the crap do you mean “No money”?

“Well, so raise some taxes, export some cash crops or minerals, whatever! This is a goddamn country, man, not a university undergraduate. We can’t just be ‘broke’!” The enraged president thunders.

“Sir, even if we start to implement all of these now, it would take up to 10 years before we can raise the amount needed to cover the presidential budget, let alone the legislature and  other allocations.”

“Then go into the streets of Lagos and other major cities, and tax the businesses seriously. Collect all the money! Bring all the food! Whip the people if necessary!”


The recently appointed, Harvard educated and fresh-faced Minister of Finance gives his president a very strong are-you-kidding-me look and promptly tenders his resignation on the spot.

That is the moment it clearly dawns on this not-so-distant-future president that things have gone really, really bad. That awesome moment when  tears are springing from his eyes and his fingers shake on the table. That swell moment when he remembers how he bribed and begged his way to the presidency, spending personal money to get to the top—and he realises that he has been cheated out of his turn at the national cake. That fantastic moment when he understands that he has nothing to look forward to as president of  a hopeless treasury, and he contemplates resigning—yes, freeze the frame on that fine moment. The president’s face at that point, that’s the face I want to see, badly.



  1. Hilarious and beautifully written. However, this satire ought to awaken us that we must not wait for that fateful day…inasmuch as a glance at that look on that president’s face would be priceless and definitely be one for the books!


  2. When we behold that what, then what? The cost of beholding that face may be too high…
    Don’t get me wrong, I want that face, that moment, that presidential helplessness but for other reasons. You can choose any reason(s) from a system whose governance structure precludes a ‘wack and die’ mentality that culminated in billion-naira food budgets, to an era where #Occupy movements are death knells depraved mentalos in government.

    In between these two ends, you are spoilt for choice. So let’s not have a face that gives pleasure only after generations have suffered. Let’s drop their jaws (well, literally wouldn’t be too bad) on our own terms.

    The write-style remains vibrant!


  3. Hmmm A Nigerian president contemplates resigning! Then they’ve finished the poor masses. Inasmuch as we’ll wish the scenario on them, for our own sake we pray it’ll not come to that.
    Well written…i’ll love a certain man from Otuoke take a look at it as he takes his regular dose of kaikai shots



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