He is Igbo! We're Nigerians; there's hope.

This piece was written by my learned friend "Francis Egu", trust me he is a good writer, infact i am beginning to suspect that the letter written to Jonathan by OBJ was written by him, i think he was paid....lol just saying.... guess what, Francis is my friend, but i have never set my eyes on him......funny huh? its a long story, and we've come a long way.. just read on jare;



"And my friend Philip returned from a wedding not too long ago; it was Nsiala Ngwa South of Abia State he went from Kogi State for celebration of friendship with the groom who was celebrating love. The Igala groom chose an Igbo bride, she accepted him.

The ceremony ended with the reception as usual with weddings, marriage began immediately afterwards. Does it ever end? Even in death, friends, relatives, children and other mortals continue to feel the ripples of the effect of one's choice of a partner.

That's how I see every wedding I've attended or avoided, forgive me; you stay away from some who've decided not to be a part of you. There are some you do everything possible to grace, but time simply fails you; because they're a part of you, you're forgiven for even trying to be present.

On their return, Philip went in a bus that conveyed some of the groom's family members, the bus developed issues with its gear after they'd stopped at an NNPC Filling Station at Umuahia to buy fuel; it just wouldn't select gear. So began their ordeal.

At about 7:00pm, after many hours of waiting and hoping the bus could be fixed in no time, a mechanic was able to take a look at it because he was very busy and was the only one available. He promised to return the next day to fix it because he was already exhausted from the day's job. The next day was Sunday, he was Igbo but he promised.

That filling station became home, the bus provided shelter. Fortunately for them, a check-point was mounted as the night wore on; they felt safe as God watched over both the check-point and them.

He kept that promise; he was there a few minutes before 7:00am. Ikechukwu didn't only miss church, he went through hell finding a part of the gear box that had gone bad. Since it was Sunday, he had to make calls to owners of shops where he felt that part could be bought; many told him they were good Christians who kept the sabbath holy, business was totally closed. Somehow, he got one to sell at the promise of taking care of his fare to and from his shop.

When he finished fixing the bus after about ten hours of hard work, he didn't ask to be paid a particular amount, he asked to be given what was left of the passengers' contributions. This was consequent upon the driver's declaration that he had only three thousand Naira left after buying fuel; the choice became the passengers' to either wait for the management of Kogi State University, Anyigba, from whence the bus was hired or task themselves to avoid another night on the bus: not everyone had money, but they stuck together except one who had to be at Abuja to resume work on a Monday that was the next day.

This piece is about that Igbo mechanic who fits the definition of an illiterate but was the angel of many that considered themselves literate. Between going to church and helping those in need, he chose practising Christianity above hearing it. Believe me when I say humanity doesn't need us to be at all times literate, it needs us to be illiterate at all times to the many ills that characterize society.

And Ikechukwu kept calling Philip until they arrived Kogi State; all from the little that he was given as payment."

My friends, he is Igbo! We're Nigerians; there's hope.