First, I had to wait for the outbreak of felicitations to ebb, and then I found my favorite photo of you.
Next I wanted something different and special, so I visited Uncle Ron’s wall, where I found and hired this matching White Grand Piano, which, according to him belonged to the great Elvis Presley.
Your Excellency, imagine me sitting on this white stool…like Elvis used to…churning out Mozart’s Concerto No. 21 in C Major, moving from Pianissimo to Fortissimo from Allegro to Virtuoso…and then this:
“Happy birthday to you…Happy birthday to you…Happy birthday…your excellency…Happy birthday to you!

“May God protect you…May God direct you…May God grant you more wisdom, courage and good health, your excellency…May God help you to deliver on your pledge to Nigerians!”
Happy Birthday, Mai Gaskiya. Happy Birthday, a man whose name evokes integrity, discipline, patriotism, respect, hope and change.
Since you understandably refuse to pop something, well, I’ve got my usual, straight from Mr. Yas Hennessy’s Cellar in the heart of the village of Cognac, France, and I’ll sip a double for every extra year you’ve added to 70.
May God rescue Nigeria under your watch. Amen.