Reuben
Abati, Special Adviser on Media and Publicity to former President
Goodluck Jonathan, has revealed that there are spiritual forces in Aso
Villa that prevent Presidents from performing their functions and
serving Nigerians to the best of their abilities. Mr Abati who made this
revelations in an article published in today’s Guardian recalled
several incidences of fire outbreaks at the Aso Villa during his stay
there. He also gave accounts of how Villa occupants suffered a myriad of
health problems, including the former first lady Patience Jonathan.
Read the full, revealing, article below:
The spiritual side of Aso Villa – Reuben Abati
People tend to be alarmed when the
Nigerian Presidency 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 nay
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 Villa, 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 Villa 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 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 Villa 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 willing 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 Villa is in urgent need of redemption. I
never slept in the apartment they gave me in that Villa for an hour.
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