By Emmanuel Ade George

I’m not one to have the kind of dreams that linger. Mine are often mundane—conversations with family, childhood memories, or brief flashes of personal experiences. Politics, for me, lives in the periphery. I am neither a card-carrying member of any party nor a political analyst by trade. So imagine my surprise when I found myself in a dream, in the kitchen—of all places—of the Federal Capital Territory Minister, Nyesom Wike.

Yes, that Wike. The formidable figure with a voice that commands and a presence that polarizes.

The dream was surreal from the start.

I was led into an expansive, surprisingly homey kitchen. There was warmth—literal and emotional. The minister was there with a young man who seemed to be either his personal chef or assistant, preparing a meal. There was no formality. No press cameras. No visible security details. Just Wike in his element, overseeing the making of a delicious vegetable yam porridge.

What struck me most wasn’t the lavishness of the kitchen or the unexpected delicacy—it was the Minister himself.

He welcomed me. Not as a political affiliate. Not as a journalist. Just as… me.

We sat at a modest dining set tucked within the kitchen. The meal was simple yet delightful. And while we ate, the conversation drifted naturally. From life’s personal struggles to the state of the economy. Then came the inevitable: infrastructure. It was here Wike transformed. His tone sharpened, his passion ignited.

He spoke of projects in the FCT with such intensity, one would think he was laying bricks with his bare hands. He talked about linking neighborhoods with bridges, decongesting roads, and lighting up forgotten streets. His voice carried not just conviction, but a kind of spiritual burden to build.

I was still digesting this newfound side of him when he said something curious:
“After this meal, go see my Deputy Director. He’s expecting you.”

Expecting me?

Before I could ask what he meant, the dream unraveled. I woke up—heart racing, mind spinning.

Why Wike? Why a kitchen? Why infrastructure?

Was this a random firing of neurons or a message wrapped in mystery? I can’t say. But I know what I felt: I sat with a man many fear or misjudge and saw something few talk about—humanity. Determination. Vision.

Perhaps dreams are just dreams. 
But then again, perhaps they are whispers from realms we dare not question.

Emmanuel Ade George, wrote this from Abuja

Cover Letter

To: The Editor
Abuja Enquirer
CITEC Villas, Gwarinpa
Federal Capital Territory, Abuja
Nigeria

Dear Editor,

I hope this message finds you well.

Please find attached a personal reflection piece titled “The Kitchen of Power – A Dreamlike Encounter with the FCT Minister, Nyesom Wike.” Inspired by a rather vivid and unusual dream, it offers a different lens into the personality and leadership of the FCT Minister beyond public perception.

Given the Abuja Enquirer’s unique editorial voice and reach, I believe your platform is ideal for sharing this human-interest narrative, especially as it touches on political symbolism, mystery, and civic engagement.

I would be honored if you considered it for publication.

Warm regards, 
Emmanuel Ade George 
Plot 789 Malumfashi Close 
Area 11, Garki 
Abuja