(By Oris Aigbokhaevbolo) – I’ll
admit that I’ve never been very impressed by Reuben Abati’s supposed wonderful
columns. Even before his Aso Rock days. So when his last article began to
spread around social media, and I looked it up, a small part of what I felt was
some kind of vindication. The larger part was shock and sadness.
The man comes very decorated. Degrees, honours, the
highest government job for a journalist. So how exactly has he found time to
devolve into the scriptwriter of a very bad movie from 1990s Nollywood? I
confess I couldn’t quite finish his column the first time and have only just
done so. I am a film critic and prefer my Nollywood straight from the screen.
When I read, I expect more thought and less melodrama. Instead I get this:
“I am ordinarily not a superstitious person, but working
in the Villa, I eventually became convinced that there must be something
supernatural about power and closeness to it. I’ll start with a personal
testimony. I was given an apartment to live in inside the Villa. It was
furnished and equipped.
