This article by Rueben Abati is explosive! From blood rituals, strange
and mysterious sicknesses, women using dildos because their men had
become impotent, to people walking upside down, this is a must read
article.
Read below. It is explosive!!
People tend to be alarmed when the Nigerian Presidency – Aso Rock –
takes certain decisions. They don’t think the decision makes sense.
Sometimes, they wonder if something has not gone wrong with the thinking
process at that highest level of the country. I have heard people
insist that there is some form of witchcraft at work in the country’s
seat of government.
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. But when my son, Michael arrived, one of my brothers came
with a pastor who was supposed to stay in the apartment. But the man
refused claiming that the Villa was full of evil spirits and that there
would soon be a fire accident in the apartment.
He complained about too much human sacrifice around the Villa and
advised that my family must never sleep overnight inside the Villa.
I thought the man was talking nonsense and he wanted the luxury of a
hotel accommodation. But he turned out to be right. The day I hosted
family friends in that apartment and they slept overnight, there was
indeed a fire accident. The guests escaped and they were so thankful.
Not long after, the president’s physician living two compounds away had a
fire accident in his home. He and his children could have died. He
escaped with bruises.
Around the Villa while I was there, someone always died or their
relations died. I can confirm that every principal officer suffered one
tragedy or the other; it was as if you needed to sacrifice something to
remain on duty inside that environment. Even some of the women became
merchants of dildo because they had suffered a special kind of death in
their homes (I am sorry to reveal this) and many of the men complained
about something that had died below their waists too. The ones who
did not have such misfortune had one ailment or the other that they had
to nurse. From cancer to brain and prostate surgery and whatever, the
Villa was a hospital full of agonizing patients.
I recall the example of one particular man, an asset to the Jonathan
presidency who practically ran away from the Villa. He said he needed to
save his life. He was quite certain that if he continued to hang
around, he would die. I can’t talk about colleagues who lost daughters
and sons, brothers and uncles, mothers and fathers, and the many
obituaries that we issued.
Even the President was multiply bereaved. His wife, Mama Peace was in
and out of hospital at a point , undergoing many surgeries. You may
have forgotten, but after her husband lost the election and he conceded
victory, all her ailments vanished, all scheduled surgeries were found
to be no longer necessary and since then she has been hale and hearty.
By the same token, all those our colleagues who used to come to work to
complain about a certain death beneath their waists and who relied on
videos and other instruments to entertain wives (take it easy boys, I
don’t mean any harm, I am writing!), have all experienced a
re-awakening.
Everyone who went under the blade has received miraculous healing, and
we are happy to be out of that place. But others were not so lucky. They
died.
There were days when convoys ran into ditches and lives were lost. In
Norway, our helicopter almost crashed into a mountain. That was the
first time I saw the president panicking, The weather was all so hazy
and he just kept saying it would not be nice for the president of a
country to die in a helicopter crash due to pilot miscalculations. The
president went into a prayer mode. We survived.
In Kenya once, we had a bird strike. The plane had to be recalled and we
were already airborne with the plane acting like it would crash. During
the 2015 election campaigns, our aircraft refused to start on more than
one occasion. The aircraft just went dead. On some other occasions, we
were stoned and directly targeted for evil. I really don’t envy the
people who work in Aso Rock, the seat of Nigeria’s presidency.
For about six months, I couldn’t even breathe properly. For another two
months, I was on crutches. But I considered myself far luckier than the
others who were either nursing a terminal disease or who could not get
it up.
When presidents make mistakes, they are probably victims of a force
higher than what we can imagine. Every student of Aso Rock politics
would readily admit that when people get in there, they actually become
something else. They act like they are under a spell.
When you issue a well-crafted statement, the public accepts it wrongly.
When the president makes a speech and he truly means well, the speech is
interpreted wrongly by the public. When a policy is introduced,
somehow, something just goes wrong.
In our days, a lot of people used to complain that the All Progressives
Congress, APC, people were fighting us spiritually and that there was a
witchcraft dimension to the governance process in Nigeria. But the APC
folks now in power are dealing with the same demons. Since Buhari
government assumed office, it has been one mistake after another. Those
mistakes don’t look normal, the same way they didn’t look normal under
President Jonathan. I am therefore convinced that there is an evil spell
enveloping this country. We need to rescue Nigeria from the forces of
darkness. Aso Rock should be converted into a spiritual museum, and
abandoned.
Should I become president of Nigeria tomorrow, I will build a new
Presidential Villa: a villa that will be dedicated to the all-conquering
Almighty, and where powers and principalities cannot hold sway. But it
is not about buildings and space, not so? It is about the people who go
to the highest levels in Nigeria.
I really don’t quite believe in superstitions, but I am tempted to
suggest that this is indeed a country in need of prayers, we should pray
before people pack their things into Aso Villa. We should ask God to
guide us before we appoint ministers. We should, to put it in
technocratic language, advise that the people should be very vigilant.
We have all failed so far, that crucial test of vigilance.
We should have a Presidential Villa where a president can afford to be
human and free. In the White House, in the United States, Presidents
live like normal human beings. In Aso Villa, that is impossible. They’d
have to surround themselves with cooks from their villages, bodyguards
from their mother’s clans and friends they can trust. It should be
possible to be president of Nigeria without having to look behind one’s
shoulders. But we are not yet there.
So, how do we run a presidency where the man in the saddle can only
drink water served by his kinsman? No. How can we possibly run a
presidency where every president proclaims faith in Nigeria but they are
better off in the company of relatives and kinsmen. No. We need as
presidents men and women who are wiling to be Nigerians. No Nigerian
president should be in spiritual bondage because he belongs to all of us
and to nobody.
Now let me go back to the spiritual dimension. A colleague once told me
that I was the most naïve person around the place. I thought I was a
bright, smart, professional, doing my bit and enjoying the president’s
confidence. I spelled it out. But what I got in response was that I was
coming to the villa using Lux soap, but that most people around the
place always bathed in the morning with blood. Goat blood. Ram blood.
Whatever animal blood. I argued. He said there were persons in the Villa walking upside down, head to the ground. I screamed. Everybody looked normal to me.
But I soon began to suspect that I was in a strange environment indeed.
Every position change was an opportunity for warfare. Civil servants
are very nice people; they obey orders, but they are not very nice when
they fight over personal interests.
The president is most affected by the atmosphere around him. He can make
wrong decisions based on the cloud of evil around him. Even when he
means well and he has taken time to address all possible outcomes, he
could get on the wrong side of the public. A colleague called me one day
and told me a story about how a decision had been taken in the
spiritual realm about the Nigerian government. He talked about the
spirit of error, and how every step taken by the administration would
appear to the public like an error. He didn’t resign on that basis but
his words proved prophetic. I see the same story being re-enacted. Aso
Rock is in urgent need of redemption. I never slept in the apartment
they gave me in that Villa for an hour
