ON a quiet morning in Yola, an old campaign aide once watched Atiku Abubakar stare at a map of Nigeria spread across a wooden table. This was years ago, long before WhatsApp broadcasts and social media war rooms, when politics was still conducted with handshakes, horse-trading, and long nights of persuasion. Atiku tapped the map slowly, state by state, as if tracing a destiny that had already been promised but stubbornly refused to arrive.
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