By John Apata, 13th July, 2025
In the solemn stillness of this moment, Nigeria bows her head in reflection—not in sorrow alone, but in deep reverence—for a son who gave his all. A soldier, a statesman, a steward of the people’s trust. Muhammadu Buhari: the name etched in the chapters of our national history with courage, conviction, and quiet dignity.
You were not merely a president. You were a promise kept, a beacon of austere leadership in an age where excess threatened the soul of our nation. You wore simplicity like a medal, integrity like a shield. In your silence, there was strength. In your restraint, there was wisdom. And in your every act of service, there was love—for Nigeria, and for the common man whose hopes you carried in your heart like sacred fire.
From the barracks to the ballot, your journey was one of principle. You led not with pomp, but with purpose. A fine soldier who stood when it was hardest to stand, who fought not for glory but for country. And when democracy called, you did not resist its voice—you embraced it with grace, proving that the true strength of a general lies not in command, but in service.
You lived as a man of discipline, and led as a man of destiny. Your war was not just against insecurity or corruption—but against hopelessness. You reminded us that our unity matters more than our divisions. That our flag, though weathered, still flies with pride because men like you held it high when storms raged.
To the farmers you empowered, to the families who found dignity in policies crafted for the vulnerable, to the children whose tomorrow you guarded like a father—your legacy is carved not only in law books, but in hearts.
As you now rest from your long and noble watch, the nation you loved salutes you.
Good night, General.
Good night, father of discipline and democracy.
Good night, people’s president.
Good night, the Democratic People’s General.
