I Want to Be President in 1864
My Manifesto for Change, Written in 2011 (Unedited)
Ten years before 1864, Abraham Lincoln, the greatest of its kind was faced with evil. This evil is the breed of the iniquitous, which few noble ones among us would have to face with gloomy reality before we die. Lincoln, like Jesus was something from nothing. Robert Ingersoll believes he stands alone — no ancestors, no fellows, and no successors. You would be the most lucid to rant him the best leader in the throne of vices. Divine and rigor characterizes his splendor.

This evil that crushes the faith of a young hope with the dream that guarantees liberation in a subtle way today is a man. He is a reap of a fellow who confronted the truth with popular candor. You check the tirade of noise on the throats of ours leaders. You challenge the wit of our brain. There is nothing more gruesome than the crowd that places the selfish old spoilers in the discourse of political literature. I would speak of my father than speak of Buhari and the fools’ therein. I would sleep and wash the nation drown than make do with the Ribadu of aimless aims. Who else? These are crowds in frustration of living. These are those who kill their soul in reference of their body.
Those who aim power more than money, a new course scholars had to wean away because it’s too powerful to contend. Power steams the powerless like dusk of fire away with smell of smoldered destruction.
Before I crush in explanadum of the drivers of a doomed orthographic advent, I am in a plea to justify the evil of a crumbling laugh that faced Lincoln, the father “Abraham”. This evil loves the slavery of the expanding southern confederates of the great union and logically explained what he was free to say in opinion and agitation…” I am free to say to you that in my opinion this Government of ours is founded on the white basis. It was made by the white man, for the benefit of the white man, to be administered by white men, in such manner as they should determine. ’’
I became confused and perplexed but running through a series of histories and convictions, he was right. Man‘s wickedness to man is a fact that would screw alternate objections. It enjoys supports from a vast group. They are many in counts and bound. The think-less masses, the Marx petit bourgeoisie, the hungry, the open stomachs that can never be fed, the vision-less and most screaming is the powerless.
Lincoln’s enemy was quick to continue that “It is also true that a Negro, an Indian, or any other man of inferior race to a white man should be permitted to enjoy, and humanity requires that he should have, all the rights, privileges, and immunities which he is capable of exercising consistent with the safety of society. I would give him every right and every privilege which his capacity would enable him to enjoy, consistent with the good of the society in which he lived.” The logic here is massive and theoretically scholastic. The need for an inter-societal inference is a search for miseries.
The Douglas-Lincoln Debate is the throttlehold of what modern civilization holds in search for the separation of good from evil. Stephen Douglas plunks tall in our nation today hoping for an election in 1860. Lincoln wanted to clutch power unto another quarter of a decade, an evocative and redolent year 1864. 1864 is the malodorous year of the Lord saintly paradigm. The Douglas will say that “‘the white people of Nebraska are good enough to govern themselves, but they are not good enough to govern a few miserable Negroes (Blacks)”. The Nigeria political decongestions are not good enough to be run by the fresh views. The rotation is always archaic and self doomed.
The Douglases in it have strong reasons to remain in power. Their manifestos take the dimension of obscure words that clear the air of perpetual frustration .The deception is poured in our heart that is an adventure for quest of solutions. They derail us with a conquest of our development dissertation- good roads, rails, fees subsidy, promises of botched blueprints. The need for the new is a concept of the few.
The first human revolution in a birth of civilization was a renaissance of renewed thinking. Consequentially, the French were not ready physically because they were feeble and pure. These made their mind, the new breeder of strength. There was a mental revolution. It was a total flush of the old and a new marriage to the unseen. The birth of a New Nigeria is a purview of things unheard and a vision imbued. In what gave birth to declaration of human rights and of the citizen, 75 years before 1864, Alexis de Tocqueville, described the French taking a host of precautions so as to make sure of importing nothing from the past into the new regime, and saddled themselves with all sorts of restrictions on order to differentiate themselves in every possible way from the previous generation: in a word to Tocqueville, they spared no pains in their endeavor to obliterate their former selves’.
Lincoln watched the death of conscience in Douglas and was so sure he would be the president. Douglas was nowhere in records for the race in 1864. His myopic doldrums of white saviors led him out in 1860. Lincoln was president is 1860. He unanimously was a lifter of the real unpopular dreams in 1864. He was re-elected. The Union divided for the same reason it was united. Lincoln was a slave pro-abolisher. He was delighted with every phrase that comes with it. He wasn’t interested in equality but the right of men to equality in collective thoughts.
The vignette of the Poetic Musician, Nubia thrills an average man. The man does not ask for too much. He only wants what you and I want; a safe place to lay his head at night. Is that too much to ask? He wants his kid to go to good school so they can become somebody. He wants them to grow healthy and strong. He does not want equality. Who wants equality? Let him grow a little taller after the age of 23, or die along with the Japanese in the Tsunami rumbles. Lincoln says he is not, nor ever have been, in favor of bringing about in any way the social and political equality of the white and black races — I am not…in favor of making voters or jurors of Negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office.
What he believes is that his government cannot endure permanently, half slave and half free. Of what conscience we stand if the people we govern are not privilege as we are. How many political rallies are channeled with true oration of a life laid down on principles of “We”. The whole place is clouded with literatures of self satisfied convictions. The Douglases in most of us makes us satisfied with the logical cases brought before us. The demagogue of sweet coined clauses of political aspersions and diatribes excites our curiosity.
The psychic deficiency in Nigerians makes us loose sense of posterity. Out future matters to what the present speaks and brings. We lack the screening of postulation as the media and vitalized communication technology creates our world in illusion of truth. Peter Kropotkin accuses the lawyer who upholds the law more than justice when the landowner wants the tenants to pay more rent and booths him out with the ugly hands of the law. He sees the Artists and Professionals laying their thoughts to the field of popular social system and a depreciation of self. Kropotkin surrenders the engineer to thoughts of him building a bridge for the benefit if the “chosen” rich.
There and more, he is suppressed.
A year before 1864, Gettysburg speech was addressed by Lincoln in celebration of heroes and in remembrance of the greatest makeshift speech ever written. It was written on the back of a used envelope. Of what better need is Nigeria than a leader who is pregnant of the changes that must be cultivated? In death, his voice is not stuttering and in corporeal stimulation, his heart is felt aloud from the darkest place of the nations’ crust. Lincoln knew what to say and how to say it. He knew the labour of our heroes past shall never be in vain. He knew Heroes are not veterans. Heroes are not those who are the grand commander of a bungled republic; heroes are those who swore their lives to the course of our great nation.

Heroes are not those who strangle their reputation to conquer their thirst. They are heroes because they are always on the scene. They are heroes because they are always there for us. They are there to maneuver our thinking with promises. They are there to lay our brain in rest of hopes. These hopes at least are not dead despite the fact that they hang in the lion’s mouth. Without problems and distortions in thoughts like the rascality from the lips of our grouchy and cranky head, Lincoln addressed them in Gettysburg that “We” here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”
In this spectacular grandeur, the grandiose of true democracy was birthed. Now at least in a way we know through this that the conscience of leadership is a government in the people, with the people and on the people. This I swear alongside with Lincoln through God that it will not vanish away from the earth. As I swear I see a future closer to this truth but from it. Just like the Lincoln in my conscience, I would also be president in 1864. I would proclaim against the slavery two years before; I would be chastised by my own people and my friends; I would engage the rule of love that divides through impossibility.
Lincoln made love an arrowhead doctrine to divide. The power to do this, I don’t know. Douglas later became his friend and were together to save the union from the southerners before he died to a silly typhoid three years before 1864. His secretary of treasury, Salmon Chase had plotted with other
Jacobins thrillers to frustrate Lincoln. When Lincoln got to the senate, Chase could not behold the face of his beloved master and had to resign. William Steward, his secretary of state had wanted to make Lincoln stoop low to him administratively and conjure devices to run him into devilish tactical wars. He would have won that against a daring heart. Lincoln through the power of the agape bought him into him and later became his close associate. Chase and Steward was not allowed to exit, Lincoln didn’t sign their resignation. He needed his enemies so he could understand his friends. He didnt want a Besigye for his Museveni. He never wanted an Abubakar for Obasanjo’s plight and a fight with Ladoja in an Alao’s den. Politics is not a game of power for authority but a conquest of authority as a source of power. Authority that stems in people, wit, charisma and deadly service.
Lincoln wanted a round hole in a round peg. He wanted a rounded ideology in a round world. Where do we put others when we define self by what others define and where do others put self when they define self by what they define. We control the world by what we want to control and not by what is controlling. No man has the right over the right of another and an right suppressed is the oppressor will. When death and pains defines our belief, nothing is left to talk about. In drawing the lines of my purported dream to take it over me in 1864, i seek a renaissance to behold the things to come as the things that were.
This I present as my memorandum for change and nothing much more than a single can perform.

Lincoln was killed as no man can do the tricks of changing the nation. Lincoln was ambitious for name breathing with dignity and heroism and died by the same sword known with noble king. A manifesto of the people driven culture is the platform for rejuvenation.
Taking off an Osama might take an Obama but driving out forces that behold Osama takes the whole world. One man cannot change the world as one man can not destroy it. The world is not the people but people are the world. Good luck will get a man to lucky places but will never bring a nation close to it, a nation needs to find its luck. Luck as chances not as instances. Luck as trying not as a static confused machine with arsenal for its own destructions. The postulations are not invented in the archives of the stalwart who drove a nation as one but the principles and values that drives that one man. We as a nation are people that are floating in redundancy of aimless future.
Our history we regards as junks, our present we present as history and out future an imagined illusion. Painstakingly, the parlance of my vision i present with deep thought and shallow actions
Unity! Again Unity! is the only mandate in the discussions in my change brochure? Unity at a cost of disunity. We must all face the evils that we run from. God created the world so we can coalesce that which he scattered. God needs us to find the grains in maize and the water in coconut. He wants us to sieve the savour in the bitter leaf and the sour in the sugarcane. The right hand is made to feel it is more useful than the left hand but becomes rather less useful when the left hand is cut-off. The right leg that consciously kicks and moves stands alone when the left one is amputated. We must find the other side of everything that we might enjoy the whole. We must understand the limitations of our wives or your husbands’ to claim a life of relationship exists.
We must not just understand, we must find it, endure it and love it. That is the beauty of life and the change that we seek. Why do we have two legs, hands, two intestines, two ears, eyes and two divisions of the nose? Can we have one and leave the other. You breathe most times with one part of the nostril but you rarely know.
All we see are the obvious things. Things that are material and bring direct pleasure. We think less of others that must find. The fact that the mouth breathes doesn’t make it the best in breathing, you would soon lose your life; the fact that the hands feels doesn’t mean it functions more that the eye’s ability to perceive. All cannot perform the function of the brain which has the greatest power.
We care much more in struggling with issues than exercising the brain for help because we do not believe in things that we do not see. The power of change is in things that we do not see. This is the unification of the seen with the unseen. The search for the unwanted and the ability to love them. All nations are rising on the need to put down differences and submerge. Putting it down would help. It would create the magic and luck that we intended to see in our elusion.
That is the central point of the starting point. The end-point is not putting it down; it is seeking others, finding them and loving them. The act of putting down differences would create a temporal world where elements of the old world would be re-invented. The utopian realization of cultural mergers is a cutting edge that we must seek until the end that might never come. The more a nation strives to discover and love its differences, the faster it gets to achieve the aim of the paradise.
As I give unity, I would not give anything else with a substantial value. I would not give power and energy. I wouldn’t. If I would give power, power would not light the city in a spontaneous action. I would not have a remote that would be pressed to give light to all at the same time. I would start somewhere. There and here I would be faulted. Where do I start? Do I use the logic and basis of needs? Then more questions suffice. Who need power? The industries do. I would locate all industrial zones within the nationless-state and there I satisfy the economists and others complain because it not all about capitalism. I would be rather more rational starting with states.
Rationality and rationalization of thoughts and processes bring me soon to the understanding of hatred for people in the names of utilization and rules. I start with the most impoverished state or the more urbanized ones? Whichever, I might have to start in my village. There, I begin another civil propaganda and tabloid interests. I do random sampling to select based on equal chances, they question my rationality. Now the wars are steaming and the places are getting calmer. We start somewhere no matter what they say. Years and paid days in government offices roles by and we have do something. Give the people light no matter the cost. Then we have to issue contract and deadlines. The permanent secretary is vast and smart. He keeps an update of recent technology in a broader sense of scam. He advises and scoops my brain in numerous ideological parties to make the energy work.
The dollars and kobos are distributed into safe hands. These hands are safe for siphoning and brandishing self with interest groups. These groups have families with million of the unemployed and thousands of the backstabbers’ who must have share owing to their input to her success. Where do i keep the money?, maybe a bigger safe in my holed- pocket or in the hands of deadly lions in a den with a fetish Daniel. They would consume until we realize it wasn’t even enough. They need more and keep finding another .How do I bring power to the people when they don’t need it. They need money, fame, folly and fun.
The episode of intellectual liberation through the scheme of education has many strides that would critique every form of unity. There I wouldn’t dwell so much because there are many reasons to argue that what is right should not been done. There are many reasons why what is right to one is wrong to the other and what is right today is tomorrow’s wrong. The whole idea of academics is a unity of thoughts in their diversions.
I would give education because it promotes unity; intellectually and socially. It raises hope even where the platform for edification and manifestation is a whining fiat. The most important of it is the informal education. In it we live most of our life. The batteries, the gadgets, the wires, the blocks, the threads, the wool, the beats, the simulated acts and all that fulfills the happiness at the common place. We would have the academics for the academics, the arts for the street arts and the science for the home-side artisans.
We would return the apprentice to the fore of education. The masters would lead them with great power and recognition. We will turn the class table into the real contributions rather than expeditious exercises at classroom desks. We will make cars with our steel and clothes with our wool. We will face-off values of the beyond as the dictator of our life and fashion.
I WANT TO BE PRESIDENT in 1864, (THE UNEARTHED MANIFESTO) … on the writing pad.