*After the fall… The sun shone brightly, in sync with the nation’s celebration mood. It was a day to remember. A day destined for the annals of history, to honour Nigeria's hard-won democracy. Twenty-five unbroken years! The air was electric. The stage was set, the crowd buzzing. All eyes were on President Bola Ahmed Tinubu as he took to the podium to deliver his speech. Done, he proceeded to mount the motorcade to inspect the presidential parade. Then, it happened in a flash! One moment, President Tinubu was walking sure-footedly between his security aides towards the ride. A few ginger steps and he would be there. The military parade would start as soon as he was in place, waving at his people. But, as he lifted a foot to step onto the back of the truck, gravity had a different plan. *The security aides rushed support him up. Suddenly, as the president ascended the steps of the car, the unthinkable happened – he lost footing and - “Hu...
The stage is dark except for a single spotlight on the puppet, Sinny, who sits lifeless on a stand. The puppeteer, Sir Wikky, stands by, ready to begin the show. Suddenly, the sound of train taking off! Wikky pulls the strings, and Sinny springs to life. For a while, it dances gracefully. Flawless, in fact, as Sir Wikky manipulates the cords. Outside, a storm gathers somewhere! As the performance continues, Sinny starts moving deliberately slower. “Sinny, what's going on? You're slowing down. Keep up the pace!” shouted Wikky. The puppet paused. “Can I say something?” it asked. Sir Wikky laughed dismissively. “Say something? Puppets don’t talk, Sinny. They perform”. “Maybe this one speaks”, says Sinny. Slightly taken aback, Sir Wikky tugs harder on the strings, trying to regain control, but Sinny starts moving awkwardly. The Stage Manager, popularly called Chairman Bat, notices the brewing trouble and intervenes. It turns out to favour Wikky more. Puppet Sinny kepts quiet! S...