Ah, Tuba Village again! My dear, sweet maternal home is known for its simplicity and unity and now for its newfound fame as a charity beneficiary of resources stolen from the government.
During Ramadan this year, an army truck packed with rice dropped 8 bags in Tuba Village. These were bags of rice Mrs. Bio, stole from the Chinese donated rice for schoolchildren that never reached the children but went missing.
As you can imagine distributing eight bags to a whole village was not an easy task. One of Mrs. Bio’s hired agents in the village informed the villagers that Mrs. Bio sent the rice and asked that they pray against her enemies. Well, we all know who that enemy is.
Likewise, this Hajj season, my village people are embarking on the sacred journey to perform the Hajj. Mrs. Bio is sponsoring their spiritual journey with stolen government Hajj scholarships. Of course, I am delighted for them, even though Mrs. Bio’s charitable spirit is bound in nefarious loyalty—especially when dispersing stolen government resources.
The same Mrs. Bio whose illustrious reputation for corruption I detailed in my book, The Unbecoming Mrs. Maada Bio… suddenly discovered a soft spot for my humble village people. How delightful that my exposure of her corruption in my book led to her discovery of and inadvertently puts Tuba Village on her charity radar!
Who knew my attempt to shed light on Fatima Maada Bio’s nefarious activities as First Lady of Sierra Leone would result in such a heavenly reward for my village people?
When Mrs. Bio learned of my book, she was incensed. How dare someone hold a mirror up to her transgressions against the people of Sierra Leone? Since I don’t live in Sierra Leone, where she could have me attacked physically, she resorted to using indirect means, such as cyber-attacks through paid agents.
In her quest for revenge, she stumbled upon my maternal home, Tuba Village, and thought, “Why not shower them with stolen government resources and buy their loyalty?” She has since been paying some hard-up members of my family to wage various wars against me, including spreading lies and hatred against me, helping her with her juju and witchcraft pursuit to silence me.
So, we should not forget the true catalyst for this magnanimous gesture by Mrs. Bio: the act of retaliation.
It’s almost poetic how my words of truth in the book led to an avalanche of stolen government charitable gestures toward a village Mrs. Bio never knew existed.
To my Tuba village people going to hajj, I say, travel safely. I sincerely pray that Allah, the Almighty, will accept your hajj. May your journey be safe, pleasant, and fulfilling!
And remember, while you circumambulate the Kaaba and stand in the plains of Arafah, that your Hajj journey has a rather unique origin—one that intertwines divine providence with a touch of earthly absurdity.
It’s beautiful irony, isn’t it?
Imagine Mrs. Bio’s quest to retaliate, unintentionally blessing the very people connected to her critic. It’s almost like a comedy skit, except the joke is on her.
I can only imagine the excitement of my village people as they received these golden tickets to spiritual fulfillment. It is sad, however, that it is all because they are willing to be used by Mrs. Bio in her war against me, leading to the village becoming a weapon in Mrs. Bio’s vendetta arsenal against one of their own.
On a more positive note, my book ultimately did more than just reveal Mrs. Bio’s corruption; it paved the way for a spiritual journey for my people. Mama would have been proud! And for that, I am genuinely happy.
Here’s to the unintentional blessings from speaking the truth and the unintended generosity of corrupt politicians like Mrs. Bio.
MAMA SALONE ~ Lioness of the West Coast 