By Dr. Friday Adakole Elijah, mnipr
Today, the heavens themselves pause in solemn reverence as we extol a titan of the Fourth Estate — Apostle Paul — on his sexagenary natal anniversary.
Sixty years: the hallowed age wherein sagacity crystallizes into wisdom, and experience transmutes into incontrovertible statesmanship. He is an unyielding bastion of valour and phlegmatic patience; a quintessence of compassion and conjugal sanctity; a veritable repository of unadulterated humanism.
In this decadent epoch befouled by duplicity and treachery, men of his calibre are rarer than diamonds in the Sahara. Yet, Paul thunders across public life with the regalia of integrity. Objectivity, anchored upon honesty, is his sacred creed. His words are not utterances — they are solemn covenants, irrevocable as the laws of the Medes and Persians.
We supplicate the Omnipotent to inundate him with salubrious longevity, felicity ineffable, and opulence beyond mortal computation.
Happy Sexagenary, O Great Brother! Thou art the cynosure of probity, the lodestar of journalism, the living apotheosis of honour. Ad multos annos!
