Your Excellency, I bring you good
tidings.
I want to thank you for this generous
gesture of yours which has made it
possible for me to breathe the air of
freedom again, and to reunite with my
family, especially my wife Hafsat, who
had dwelt in her own prison throughout
my incarceration.
I decided to write you this letter the very
first day I learnt that you had made
up your mind to set me free. That was
weeks before my eventual release.
I know some of my words will sound
unpalatable; but I am a soldier in whose
squadron flattery is hardly a virtue.
Obviously, this freedom makes me happy
indeed but your motive, at least the
perceived it, tore my heart to shreds.
I heard it is all about 2015, and not that
I was unfairly incarcerated or that a
court of competent jurisdiction had
acquitted me.
However, I maintain even now that I am
innocent of the crimes I was accused of
and condemned to death for.
I am not the only one to rise from the
dead. Your wife, Patience, also died and
returned, remember?
I am scandalized by the political
undertone in the broth of my freedom.
I was once the most powerful military
officer in this country but now, from
what I gather, you have reduced me to a
pawn on the chessboard of politics?
In the past, generals paid me
compliments; but time changes
everything.
Mr President Sir, please permit me to
call you by your pet-name Jona.
I understand that everything you do
these days has 2015 imprimatur, but
bringing me into the realms of politics is
not a wise idea.
Let me refresh your memory a little, if
you would let me. I was incarcerated in
connection with the murder of Mrs
Kudirat Abiola.
Of course just as your popular picture as
politician who is respected among his
neighbours in Otuoke sticks on you like
glue, my reputation as a daredevil and
fearless intelligence officer precedes me.
My creation, the Strike Force, is the
deadliest Abuja, has ever known. Oh, I
am so proud of its accomplishments.
Strike Force made a snake in a garden
shudder in fear during our time.
Some even said that we had a crocodile
pond into which we threw uncooperative
people, usually NADECO members or
stubborn journalists. But I can assure
you no one has pointed out the pond
since we left power.
You see, I do not know how many books
you have read Jona; but I have even
memorised the Holy Qur’an.
As a Muslim, it fortified my belief that in
spite of the desire of those who wanted
me dead, I would be free; may be not as
quickly as I was discharged and
acquitted but obviously anytime soon.
Why did you release me Jona? Almost
all of those who learnt of my release
that fateful Friday morning hung my
freedom on 2015. They say you are
obsessed with it and that you would
unchain the devil himself to realize your
goal.
But I am what the Americans call a
goon, you know? I know nothing but
soldiering. Forget my grandstanding at
the Oputa Panel. It was military
strategy.
I knew in my military wisdom that a
million SANs would not free me if I did
not take my destiny in my own hands,
with facts and warts.
Lawless people don’t change overnight.
Without any prejudice to the lawyers in
this country, Jona, I can say without fear
of contradiction that my tactics hit a
chord, with and I believe that is why I
am here.
But mark you Jona, I Al Mustapha, have
no political value in my region, the north,
which you are trying to reach out to but
which you have also offended in no
small measure.
Northerners will hardly forget how you
ignored the Boko Haram insurgency until
it got out of hand.
Unofficial sources claim that close to
800,000 people, most of them
northerners, lost their lives and property
worth billions destroyed by the
insurgents.
The insurgency has resulted in
northerners losing their positions in the
armed forces; mediocrity now reigns. To
me as a former Chief Security Officer,
your initial inaction depicted a total loss
of control.
You were a lame duck, even in your first
term. So what’s all this elaborate
orchestration for 2015?
But don’t mind my position, Jona. Time
on death row has taken the winds off my
brains. Never mind Yerima Ngama, your
minister of state for finance, who told
people that my sharp reasoning still
amazes him.
Ngama is not a psychiatrist. He probably
never paid any attention to my behaviour
while I marked time in Kirikiri. I had been
confused.
Sometimes, I greeted people with a
clenched fist; while some other times, I
smiled, like General Gowon does. At
other times, I saluted in military fashion.
You would have noticed too, Jona, that
my choices since coming out are
dangerously flawed. I greeted everyone
in sight: TB Joshua, Fashehun, Otokoto,
Ganiyu Adams and Tokyo, to mention a
few of them.
I make no distinction between the living
and the dead, just like I have not
adjusted to life outside prison. I even
sought Abiola out only to learn that he
is deceased.
In that miasma, I paid first homage to
the Kano State Government instead of
my people in Yobe. It would have served
me just as well if I had driven straight to
Gashua and shook hands with Shekau!
Mr President, I am saying all these
because personally I know that where
the north is concerned, I am a political
paper tiger. Like Larry Hagman of the
famous soap Dallas, I am the man that
people love to hate.
I lack the political value you ascribe to
me, and if you released me to score a
political point in my region, you have
only taken a fool’s gambit. But I’m
sorry; I can’t help your 2015 dream.
Yours faithfully, Al-Mustapha.
Adapted From Daily Trust

http://ireporterstv.co/an-open-letter-to-president-jonathan-by-al-mustapha/

Lies from the south west. Claiminig to be al mustapha's

chei!!!!

Omexonomy: Lies from the south west. Claiminig to be al mustapha's

chei¡¡¡¡

I was reading and others wer commenting.. Nnaeh# but, y dis dude d call our president 'jona'? Abi em wan mak fish swallow am ni?

Imagine the time spent just to fabricate falsehood.

I guess dis story will cum frm a reliable source as always ..
even if its true,m happy readin where he rote sorry i cnt help u...jona will make it without him,all he nids is d greatest connection=God