You can understand the reason everyone has been apprehensive and pessimistic about the general elections of 2015: Tension had run high, almost to boiling point, pre-election and electioneering periods. There were threats of violence, and blood had actually flowed freely during the campaigns. Even a couple of days to D-Day, violence and all kinds of brigandage held sway. We must also not forget the hate campaigns, the mudslinging and all the brickbats that went into the just concluded polls.
Then, there was the famous prediction by the Americans, of a Nigeria break up in 2015, due to anticipated violent dusts expected to be precipitated by disagreements and schisms from the election, which the Americans believed would eventually lead to the alleged balkanisation of the republic!
Mercifully, it didn’t happen. And the world has not stopped celebrating and being jubilant. Nigerians, who were expecting a combustion and implosion, are shocked at the dramatic turn of events. God must, indeed, be a Nigerian. Don’t let anyone fool anyone: It wasn’t essentially the miracle of the card reader machines, the efficiency or magic of Attahiru Jega and his men, or the super-efficiency of the cops and other security agencies, tried, as we should admit, they all have. Since March 28, I choose to place our success at the polls at the doorsteps of Almighty God, touching the hearts of men (Nigerians) and using them to achieve the seemingly unachievable. And so be it. Because, think for a moment, supposing Jonathan had failed to concede defeat and congratulated the winner?