Really, you didn’t have much of a choice because the handwriting was clear that Nigerians needed a change. Not because you didn’t do well, but because the propaganda against you was seethed in the red hot belly of strong alliance that formed from the moment the unexpected knocked on your doors.
Despite the failures of your government, both perceived and real, your nobility breaks through the preponderance of narrow narratives of politics and persuasions that border on the preposterous. I believe you were given to our country as that lonely wall upon which our differences, vexations, animosities, and bile will be nailed to, just to unite us on the common activity of breathing out our devils.
Personally, I do not prefer your leadership style. To this, I have learnt that we are all made different and crafted for a given time, a given setting, and given people. For this, I can see through the heat and mist of my desire, beyond the trifling conveniences of my ignorant learning, to the higher calling of personal graces with which some are endowed.
For being true to yourself and your call, you sir, have my respect.
For setting up systems that clearly might work against you, you have my respect.
For remaining calm in the midst of all the conspiracies against you, you have my respect.
For not being vindictive despite being promised an ungovernable government, you have my respect.
For absorbing all the insults, abuses, invectives, lampoons, cartooning, reproach, mockery, and insolence, yet not firing a single shot back, you have my respect.
For making good on your promise to empower young people economically, you have my respect.
For believing in the creative industry and backing it with the required investment to ignite a super growth, you have my respect.
For choosing to work quietly than waste precious time and resources appealing to public perception, you have my respect.
For re-envisioning the possibilities of vibrant economy through small business friendly policies, you have my respect.
For making me believe again in the power of tilling the earth and providing me with the incentive to do so, you have my respect.
For not throwing your family under the bus despite the amount of embarrassment they may have brought you, you have my respect.
For graciously conceding defeat, and initiating political conciliation, you have my respect.
For choosing the unity of Nigeria over your personal interest, you have my respect.
And for this single masterstroke that dug a wide trench for the approaching Wolves of violence….you sir, have my respect!
Your story isn’t yet complete.
Thoughts of a Calabarboy. 
My sentiments exactly. He wasn’t and isn;t perfect but he did somethings right and for that he has my respect