That President Bola Ahmed Tinubu merely touched down at the airport in Jos, receiving grieving families assembled and conveyed to him as though they were a delegation to a visiting dignitary, rather than walking the blood-soaked earth where lives were shattered or sitting in homes where silence now weighs heavier than grief, is telling. He did not stand in the presence of loss unmediated; he did not meet the hollowed gaze of mothers and fathers whose sorrow defies the brevity of official briefings.

What unfolded was not condolence, but choreography; not empathy, but insulation; not leadership, but a distant, carefully managed encounter with tragedy observed from the sterile remove of power, untouched by the rawness of inflicted human pains. What is most troubling is that the burden of dignity was displaced onto the victims themselves, that those who had lost everything were compelled to journey to receive sympathy, that grief itself was summoned to the airport’s arrival lounge and reduced to a brief ritual before Bola Ahmed Tinubu departed for Lagos.

He left behind not comfort, but questions; not reassurance, but the quiet and unsettling sense that the distance between power and the people has become not only physical, but profoundly moral.

The role of Governor Caleb Mutfwang in this theatre of sorrow raises its own difficult questions, for it was under his watch that grieving citizens were gathered and presented in this manner, and it was he who earlier moved through Angwan Rukuba in an armoured personnel carrier, a symbol not merely of security but of separation, of leadership encased and removed, observing devastation through the roof hatch while grieving residents endured it without shield or shelter, and one is compelled to ask whether governance has now become an exercise in managing optics rather than confronting reality.

History offers a different script, one written by leaders who understood that the legitimacy of power is deepened, not diminished, by proximity to suffering, and that in times of tragedy the President must be seen not above the people but among them. When George W. Bush visited the ruins of the World Trade Center after the attacks of September 11, he stood amid the dust and debris, not as a distant commander but as a presence among the wounded, and when Barack Obama travelled to communities shattered by mass shootings, he entered their spaces, embraced their pain, and allowed himself to be confronted by the rawness of their loss, understanding that leadership in such moments requires not detachment but vulnerability, not speed but stillness.

Even within our country’s memory, there were instances where leaders, despite all limitations, made the effort to stand where tragedy struck, to walk the ground, to listen without filters, to show that the state, for all its failings, could still muster the humanity to be present. In 2015, President Jonathan visited Maiduguri to comfort citizens displaced by the sect’s acts of terrorism, which Professor Ango Abdullahi described as a “political move to get the votes of Borno people who were yet to be killed by Boko Haram”.

What unfolded in Jos suggests a retreat from that standard, a shrinking of leadership into something cautious, curated, and curiously afraid.

For what exactly is President Tinubu afraid of when he avoids the people, when he chooses the airport over the village, the briefing over the burial ground, the controlled encounter over the unpredictable reality of human grief? Is it fear of security threats, which would be understandable but not insurmountable, or is it something deeper, a fear of confrontation, of unscripted emotion, of the possibility that in the eyes of the bereaved, he might see not just sorrow but accusation? And, of course, there is the astonishing presidential suggestion that the answer to the relentless violence visited upon the plateau people lies in the installation of CCTV cameras, as though terror that moves with rifles and land mines can be deterred by surveillance alone, as though the problem is one of visibility rather than will, as though what is required is not decisive security action but the quiet gaze of cameras recording.

There is something profoundly dissonant in this approach, something that speaks to a misunderstanding of both the scale of the crisis and the depth of the people’s anguish. What Nigerians in Plateau and elsewhere seek is not the illusion of safety but its substance, not technological gestures but tangible protection, not distant condolences but present leadership.

Grief, when mishandled, does not simply fade; it hardens into resentment, into a quiet but enduring belief that those who govern are no longer willing to share in the burdens of those they govern. This is the real danger, not the revelation of a lapse in empathy, but the deepening of the fracture between state and citizens, between authority and legitimacy. Yet all of this seemed lost on Bola Ahmed Tinubu as he remained in the arrival lounge of Jos airport, removed and unseeing, like an imperial sovereign long estranged from the quiet obligations of empathy and the simple, human duty of compassion.

A president is judged not only by the policies he announces or the statements he releases, but by where he stands when citizens are hurting. In moments of grief, leadership is not exhibited from a distance; it is seen in the willingness to step into homes where loss sits heavy, to walk the ground where lives have been shattered, and to meet sorrow at close range. It is there, in the presence of the bereaved and the broken, that the true measure of leadership is taken.

In Jos, that measure fell short. President Tinubu did not walk Angwan Rukuba shadowed by mourning, or sit with families whose lives had been torn apart. He sat in the arrival lounge at Jos Airport to receive the grieving rather than visit them. The encounter was brief, controlled, and removed from the places where the pain was deepest. Suffering was acknowledged, but not assuaged; condolences were offered, but not shared in the spaces where they carried weight, leaving the silence of what was not done. Empathy. Those who gathered, those who waited, and those who watched were left with the simple but troubling question: Why, at a time that called for closeness, did President Tinubu keep his distance? President Tinubu’s visit bore less the character of sympathy than of routine; a scheduled stop at Jos airport, rather than a deliberate journey into the midst of grieving citizens. What a shame.

Abdul Mahmud, a human rights attorney in Abuja, writes weekly for The Gazette