UMARU YARADUA : MY ENCOUNTER WITH THE SUPERNATURAL

Yaradua was a man loved by many, he was president of Okokomaiko, a state in the continent of Afrokali.

He had suffered a serious lungs infection and all efforts were completely utilized to ensure he lived.

Oh how the people loved him, stories has it that he was the most transparent leader that country would have had in decades.

The worst happened, he couldn't make it anymore, he gave in to death, Okokomaiko was thrown into mourning and a national holiday to mourn him declared.

Few days later, after his burial (Muslim burial doesn't waste time) I saw Yaradua inside my keke (Okokomaiko name for tricycle). He wore his characteristic white Hausa overflowing gown usually called agbada I spoke to him but he wouldn't respond, could it be that he wasn't dead? Did the government deceive us? Was this another political fuse? Just as I was about to tap him, mom's call brought me back from sleep.

What a dream that was!!

I loved the man with my soul, I keep seeing him in my thoughts till today.
Seven years gone already... Continue to rest in perfect peace Sir.