Why I will not join others to welcome Remi Tinubu to Ekiti, ke?
Me?
Not me o!
Who constructed that sentence?
Who manufactured that thought?
Who carried that kind of idea and still walked freely under the sun?
Sango should interrogate that fellow!
Maybe you mean why I will enthusiastically, joyfully, openly, loudly and culturally join others in welcoming Her Excellency, Senator Oluremi Tinubu, CON, Wife of the President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, to Ekiti State?
Yes!
That is the proper question.
Not whether I will join.
I will not only join.
I will hire cymbals, trumpets, Boys’ Brigade and drums.
I will respectfully invite Baba Ogidiolu Alaro, the last of the titans of real Ekiti native music.
I will tell Apasco to join me at Usi Kekun, en route Ekiti Parapo Pavilion, Ado-Ekiti.
I will tell Bolarinwa Orelusi to join us with his great band, so that music will not be ordinary music, but a full cultural earthquake.
I have just called on Hon. Akin Falana, the Ifaki guy, the best tailor in Nigeria, to drape me in Ewu Etu and Agbada Nla, because one does not welcome the Mother of the Nation in casual wear.
I have sent word to my wife, Moyo Ojo-Lanre, in Ibadan, to courier my best shoes, the one kept under her bed, to Ekiti, because on the day honour enters one’s land, even the feet must dress well.
We will sing.
We will dance.
We will rejoice.
We will celebrate.
Because Olorun ko ni fi wa pamọ́ lọ́jọ́ ire Ekiti.
God will not hide us on the day good fortune enters Ekiti.
We all pray every day that ire Ekiti a ṣe ojú wa.
We pray that the good of Ekiti will happen in our lifetime.
We pray that our state will be remembered.
We pray that Ekiti will be honoured.
We pray that Ekiti will attract goodwill.
We pray that Ekiti will receive blessings from near and far.
