Tony Command Elumelu: School The Alumni Michael Jackson of Our Time

I only saw the picture. The picture of our only Mr. Elumelu in full regalia where he was displaying some wonderful Michael Jackson moves, complete with the globally admired crotch grabbing step. This epochmaking occasion was the end of year party the media-loving gentleman threw for his staff and friends. In the past one year, I have taken more than a passing interest in this gentleman. His front-page grabbing activities leave me with cautious admiration. Mr. Elumelu, I can say apart from maybe the President, grabs headline more than any other Nigerian. He was either eating lunch at the White House, addressing a group of scientists on the wonderful delicacy that is afang, grooming over a thousand young entrepreneurs on the delicate skill that is the moonwalking or gracing the world Economic Forum discussing his pet project, Africapitalism. Do I admire him? Who in his right senses would not? He is a hard-working and specially gifted gentleman with more than his own share of charisma. The only problem I have with him is the lack of mention of his Ekpoma roots. Some reference should be made to this ‘humble but very strategic’ beginning if for nothing else but to, at least, inspire the people at the grassroots. Back to the picture and party abeg, my spies tell me it was a fun fest, with Tony taking the dance floor and making Michael green with envy in his grave. Food was plenty, and I got some takeaway as I had instructed that I did not want just gist, but that I must also taste some Africapitalism food. Well, let me just say happy New Year to Mr. Elumelu and I hope you do not mind this gentle stroking? If he vex you, then I suggest you reach out to Dino Malaye for some small lessons in ignoring people like me. Looking forward to next year’s party and here is wishing you come out as Michael Jackson in full Thriller costume, and that would be a sight. Teheeeee