PRESIDENT MUHAMMADU BUHARI: BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH (PART 1).
In
44 BC the respected Roman seer and soothsayer Spurinna warned the great
Consul and ruler of the Roman Empire Julius Caesar about the "ides of
March". He counseled him not to go out on that day because he had
perceived that something terrible would happen. According to the Roman calendar the ides of March was the 15th of March.
Caesar treated
the prophecy and the warning with ridicule and contempt, as is often
the case with most men of power, and he chose to ignore it.
According
to the Greek historian and essayist Plutarch, on the morning of March
15th, whilst on his way to the Theater at Pompei, Julius Caesar saw
Spurinna again and disdainfully whispered into his ear that the ides of
March had come, thereby mocking the old man and his prophecy.
The soothsayer smiled and responded by calmly saying,
"Ay Caesar, the ides of March has indeed come but it has not yet ended".
Later
on that same day on his return to Rome and as he entered the great hall
and hallowed chambers of the Senate, the great Julius Caesar was
stabbed to death by no less than 60 of his most trusted colleagues in
the Senate, including Marcus Brutus, his young protegee who hailed from a
noble and respected Roman family, who he had supported all his life and
who he had virtually adopted as his own son.
History records
that such was the courage, strength and fortitude of Caesar that even
after dozens of vicious and deep fatal stabs were inflicted all over his
ageing body and even as his blood flowed all over the floor of the
Senate, he still stood up proud, refusing to bend his knee, refusing to
plead for his life and refusing to fall. What a man he was!
It
was only after the last of the conspirators, his very own Marcus Brutus,
walked up to him slowly, looked him in the eye and plunged his long and
sharp dagger deep into the old mans heart that Caesar gave up, yelled
in pain and whispered the famous Latin words, "Et tu Brute?" meaning
"and you too Brutus?"? He ended it by saying "then Caesar falls" after
which he fell down and gave up the ghost.
The truth is that he
died more of a broken heart as a result of the betrayal of those that he
trusted and loved, like Marcus Brutus, than he did from the physical
stab wounds that were inflicted on him by the other Senators and his
political enemies.
When he saw, felt and suffered Brutus' betrayal and treachery he gave up hope and lost his will to continue to live.
What a royal tragedy this was! What a waste of human life and greatness! What a gruesome and complicated mess!
What a way for the most powerful man on earth of his time to end his days.
What
a way for a gallant and noble son of Rome, a man of valour and a great
and irresistible warrior, clothed by the Living God in magnificence,
splendour and glory to go down and leave the earthly plain.
This
was a valiant and courageous man who had achieved greatness and who was
bestowed with awesome power and unprecedented glory by the God of
Heaven and the Lord of Hosts.
This was a man who went to the
British Isles, who conquered and bound their ruling spirit Britannia and
who proudly proclaimed those famous Latin words, "veni, vedi, vici",
meaning "I came, I saw, I conquered".
This was a man who turned
Egypt into a vassal state, who overwhelmed the Greeks, who conquered
Europe, who mastered the Middle East, who ruled the entire civilised
world and who bedded and tamed the great African Queen Cleopatra.
Yet
this was also a man who was also deeply flawed: an unforgiving man who
could not reign in his immeasurable and profound sense of narcissism,
who could not control his obsession with power and desire to dominate
others and who could not shed his sense of pride, self-importance and
vanity.
This was an arrogant man who listened to no-one, who
took pleasure in being worshiped, who loved to be revered, who
relentlessly persecuted his enemies, who showed cruelty to his
detractors, who scorned his three wives, who had contempt for his
clerics, who mocked the sacred prophecies and who defied the Living God
and the Ancient of Days.
Predictably and sadly it all
eventually caught up with him and, in the end, he was taken despatched
from this world in the most agonising and pitiful way, wallowing in a
pool of his own blood, slaughtered, not by his traditional and known
enemies, but rather by his own political assocites, loved ones and
erstwhile friends.
If Caesar had listened to his youngest wife,
the beautiful Calpurnia, that ill-fated morning and not stepped out he
would not have been murdered and Roman, nay world, history would have
been very different.
If he had listened to Spurinna, the great
seer and soothsayer, who the God of Heaven had used to speak to him and
if he had shown humility and heeded the seer's warning about the ides of
March, Caesar would have lived to finish the work that he started and
to fulfil his vision.
If he had not become the victim of his own
vanity and obsessions and if he had not turned from being a great and
much-loved war general and hero into a beastly and dictatorial bully he
would not have turned the hearts of the Senate against all that he
stood for, he would not have provoked the wrath of God and he would not
have kindled and stoked the bitterness, hatred and enmity of even his
most trusted loved ones and men like Marcus Brutus.
If he had
not sought to destroy all his enemies with a bitter vengeance and if he
had not killed, incarcerated, jailed and tortured the innocent and those
that had done no wrong he would have attracted the mercies of God and
the Lord would have protected him from his relentless and implacable
enemies.
If he had not abused power, brought sorrow, hardship and
pain to the people, played God and sought to impose his wicked will
over the nation he would have lived longer and he would have died
peacefully in his bed many years later as a fulfilled and happy old man.
If he had not allowed himself to be transformed from being a
great warrior and war hero who feared and honored God, who believed in
justice, equity, fairness and the rule of law, who upheld the sanctity
and integrity of the republic and who defended the constitution and the
sacredness of the Senate into a mean-spirited, power-hungry, obsessive
and brutal tyrant he would have lived for much longer.
If he had
not attempted to transform himself from being an accomodating Consul
and the humble leader of the Republic of Rome into a life-long dictator
and all-powerful emperor who could tolerate no criticism, who would
brook no opposition and who would kill, brutalise and demonise his
enemies, lock up and humiliate his critics and seek to destroy the
destiny and very essence of his nation, he would have lived for much
longer.
If he had not used his brutal army to murder young and
defenceless activists, opposition figures and protestors or his secret
police to torture innocent people and lock them up all over the country
without any recourse to the law or respect for their civil liberties,
human rights or the courts, he would have lived for much longer.
If
he had not attacked and sought to blackmail, humiliate and intimidate
the Judiciary and if he had not attempted to politicise, manipulate and
corrupt the administration of justice in his nation he would have lived
for much longer.
If he had not treated the opposition
with disdain and contempt and if he had not sought to decimate and
destroy their ranks by foul means and the dishonorable despatch,
planting and deployment of a bunch of merciless, crooked and treacherous
blacklegs, traitors, moles, gangsters, sabotuers and murderers in their
ranks he would have lived for much longer.
I could go on and
on. When men play God all manner of tragedies stalk them and they never
end well. That is the lesson of history and that is what we are seeing
unfolding in Nigeria today.
Persecution and the abuse of power
always attracts a heavy price for those who indulge in it: this is
especially so when they hate God's children and His annointed and they
persecute the Church and His clerics. (TO BE CONTINUED).
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