But Wait, Hear Me Out

I like Tinubu. Love is a strong word, so let’s not go there. But before you crucify me, listen.

I’m just relieved to have survived the eight-year hurricane that was Buhari’s administration—the true genesis of Nigeria’s modern woes. The economy crumbled, insecurity soared, and governance became a tragic theater of absurdity. Buhari left Nigeria hanging on by a thread, and now Tinubu is the man in charge of stitching it back together.

I won’t pretend his rise to power was clean. It had corruption written all over it. And for the record, I voted for Peter Obi. I was one of the millions who groaned when the election results came in. But eventually, I asked myself: what's the point of hating? It won't put food on my table. So I accepted him—not out of admiration, but for sanity, for survival, for Nigeria’s sake.

They call him “The Kingmaker,” and that’s not just political banter. Tinubu has played a critical role in the emergence of several top officials. He’s been paving his path to Aso Rock long before he became governor. That “Emi Lo Kan” declaration wasn’t just arrogance—it was years of planning speaking out loud. It takes a certain kind of ambition, and I’ll be honest, I respect that.

When Buhari was in power, public universities were shut down for eight solid months, and the man said he didn’t even know. That was the height of ineptitude. Tinubu came in and said, “No more strike,” and so far, he’s kept that promise. I’m confident I’ll finish school without another ASUU war. That’s a big win, at least for me.

Unlike his predecessor, Tinubu isn’t easily bossed around. He’s a top dog himself—experienced, cunning, and far from naïve. He already has wealth, so I doubt his motivation is greed. Power? Yes. But maybe that’s better than blind, clueless leadership. His policies have been bold, sometimes painful, but at least there’s motion.

Is it perfect? Not even close. I’ve seen serious shege under this administration. Food is expensive, the streets are tense, and many are barely surviving. But I’m holding on to a thread of optimism. If Tinubu can stabilize food supply and strengthen security, maybe—just maybe—he’ll leave Nigeria in a better place than he met it. That alone would be redemption.

Will I vote for him in 2027? Maybe. Depends on who’s running. If Peter Obi throws his hat in again, I’m riding with him. But if not… I’ll brace myself for another round of Tinubulation.

All I pray is: May we never have to say, “Better Buhari’s time.”
Because that, my friend, would be the final shege.