Sometime in 2012, the former governor of Taraba state, Late Pharmacist Danbaba D. Suntai had a plane crash, and we were told that he died and that's the end of him.

It became doom for some of us who loved how he was transforming Taraba into a better one with a blent of his orthodox yet moral and principled ways. Our hearts became heavy and very weary.

But I could hear voices of celebration arising from certain locations in the city and I won't forget, there was this very house in my hood that played music and started shouting in jubilation because of his supposed death, motorcycle riders brought out there bikes on the street and starting riding, celebrating and were saying some odd things. It could be recalled that, before the unfortunate incident, Suntai banned motorcycles in Jalingo for security reasons.

Miraculously, he survived it! He didn't actually die as earlier speculated, through God's divine mercy, several prayers, intersections, fasting, etc, he was later flown to Germany for treatment.

One fateful Sunday, after 2-3 months, it was announced that Danbaba Sunati was to return back to Jalingo.
Everywhere was filled up ranging from Jalingo airport to Taraba government house, others waited at Jalingo bypass road and major roads, even the sick came out to await his return.

People waited for hours and hours without getting tired (when you are too excited, you won't get tired or hungry probably). The crowd that gathered - I have never seen in all my life been in Taraba. And I suppose that should be one of the greatest crowds Jalingo gathered.

Finally, at around 4-4:30, he arrived!!!
There was shouting, screaming, Jumping, dancing, and celebration were everywhere, I saw people crying, mothers dancing, I won't forget I saw a lady who lay down on the street sacrificing her life for his car to walk on her, that's to show excited she was, (she almost broke my emotions, but ...) everyone was happy and rejoicing everywhere.

After some years, when I grew a little more wiser in age and reasoning, I realized that:

Even those that celebrated his supposed death, were part of those watching and waiting for him to come back that very Sunday.

Not all that came out were happy that he was still alive.

Some actually came to see if he is truly the one or a robot or some kind of drama.

Some came out just for pretense and because they couldn't stand the fact that everyone was out to see him.

After a few years of saga and scandals, God finally dims it fit to take his life last year on 28th June (my birthday). I was so surprised to see those that celebrated and partied when he had the plane crash saying he is a legend, not biased, he is the best governor Taraba ever produced.

I was wondering, but that is the same man you wanted death.. Humans sha!!!. I thought to myself.

On Palm Sunday, people were paying tribute to Jesus, hailing him, shouting Hosanna! Hosanna!! Hosanna!!! to the king but just a week later, the same people were shouting crucify him! Crucify him! Crucify him!. They even choose a criminal instead of him.

Haven't you seen where people wish you success and when you succeed, they begin to hate and envy you?

A person may link you up with a job and when you start doing well, he begins to feel uncomfortable.

I realize that:
Not everyone who hails you actually likes you.
Not everyone who wishes you well actually wants you well.
Not everyone who says I love you actually does.
Though quite a number mean what they say but watch out.
"Things are not always the way they seem to be". Not all that glitters is gold.

Musa Affos (Rhapsodi) is a blogger, social activist.

Affos writes from Federal University Wukari - Taraba State.

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