Then his mother died.
In that instant, the Federal Government granted him compassionate bail to bury her. It was a small administrative act on the surface, yet it carried the weight of something larger. What stunned me was the condolence letter Tinubu sent to El Rufai. It was measured, dignified and sincere. It was compassion at full height. Leadership at its most elemental. Humanity stepping forward at a moment when grief strips every man of his armour.
In the Yoruba moral universe, iwa loba ewa. Good conduct is the crown of beauty. It is the heart of the omoluabi ideal. On this matter, Tinubu chose the higher ground. He reminded a fractious nation that political conflict is not a licence to wish another person ruin. He offered a counter‑narrative to a country where strife, suspicion and reckless rhetoric have become the daily diet.
There is a lesson here for the political class. A reminder that power is transient, that relationships outlive elections, that kindness is not weakness. A reminder that love, in its quiet and unadorned form, remains the most durable currency of human interaction.
My condolences to Nasir El Rufai. My appreciation to Asiwaju Bola Ahmed Tinubu for choosing nobility over bitterness. May our politics learn from this moment.







