My Transition Hours by Goodluck Ebele Jonathan PDF

My Transition Hours by Ebele Jonathan

My Transition Hours by Goodluck Ebele Jonathan – In March 2015, President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan made one of those courageous and insightful decisions when he stepped forward to acknowledge he had lost his re-election bid.

Through that single stroke, President Jonathan raised the bar on office holders in his country and across Africa.

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This publication is a compilation of President Goodluck Jonathan’s leadership prowess at the helm. It is also a vivid testimony of yet another real life lesson to office holders across this continent of budding democracies-there is life after state House!

“Power politics is the hangman of politicians”

It is power politics. Germans call it machtpolitik. It would appear a mismatch if applied to local political constructs rather than the international relations structure it was designed to treat.
Machtpolitik or power politics emphasizes the vicious engagements of nations around the world.

The selfish struggle to control the flow of resource and dominate apportionments to their own ultimate advantage. Such inhumanity had since been ratified perfectly human by an unspoken earthly consensus.
It welcomes threats, as seen in the frenzied build up of nuclear armaments, pre emptive strikes, propaganda, and pack mentality and many other wet works otherwise known as espionage. They are all then encapsulated in a sophisticated international code of deeds. For instance, nations could listen in on other nations’ private

It is okay, so long as you were not caught. President Barack Obama would probably not consider eavesdropping in ten lifetimes, but what about that institutional order which transcends his personal preferences and principles?
Despite this consciousness, time taught me that nothing was really ever international without it first being the native of some soil. Of course, globalization creates the zone of comfort for a global consciousness which makes an import seem like an export, since it is now all a single village in the super highway nuptial, without the
essential sacrament of matrimony.

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President Jonathan, being a statesman, could not say everything he knows. If he clearly defined civilization’s great enemy, he would be accused of phobia, and lose much of his influence.
The election, and his peaceful solution, proves that intimidation works. He was unavoidable intimidated by the threat of extensive bloodshed.
Following his administration, terrorists can destroy a village, and the present government responds with hardly more than a wink. People can be silenced by saying so.
His influence and principles of peaceful government seems to have greater effect in much of Africa and beyond, than in his own country.
Anyone interested in world peace should read this book. What happens in Nigeria affects the world.


I was born on the 20th of November, 1957, some moments away from Nigeria’s independence in 1960. This was the twilight of the British colonial overlords. The circumstances of my birth, childhood and family are a long shot from my assumption of office as Nigerian president. My very humble beginning is already a known story, at least in parts, but I must state the “canoe building” part of my family’s mainstay as a clear statement on how downtrodden
those circumstances were.
My current destiny would appear unlikely in the deluge of prime contesting candidates. Looking back, it is an enduring cause of constant and enduring stream of gratitude to God and the tools it pleased him to use in the course of bringing that unlikely destiny to manifestation.

The Nigeria of my birth has an uncanny bearing on my presidency which spanned 2010 – 2015. The season of my birth were, unfortunately, the foundational years of a nation structured by the British colonial powers for very deliberate and highly strategic postcolonial conflict.

The late Dr. Kwame Nkrumah would have preferred neo-colonial… Such grand futuristic schemes have since
been settled into the realm of conspiracy theories in utter spite of clearly obvious credibility.

Although, Adaka Jasper Boro died in the late sixties (1968), his story was probably a gauge of sorts as well as a window into the oily machinations of forces interested in Nigeria’s promising economic future as a major oil producing “country” and the natural inheritors of the oil. The natives on whose land God chose to locate the resource.