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We’re SARS from our mother’s womb *Speak to your children now!

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4 years ago

October 31, 2022

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Have you ever had a heart to heart conversation with your children? I mean, sitting down to laugh and play and allow them to open up to you. I had that experience on Friday, October 23, 2020.

Should I say, this was the good side the current lockdown that started since Wednesday, October 21 offered me and my family – opportunity to unravel – to discover each other in a uniquely profound way?

In many ways, yes! For the first time we really had the type of conversation we never had before since they were born – two of my daughters – one 17 and the other, 14. My God, what these two lasses bottled up in their young and tender hearts and had been carrying for years without their mother and me knowing – for all the care and interest we thought we’d taken. I discovered that to try to get everything might be as difficult of going into a deep ocean to try and identify all you could find beneath it. Impossible you might say!

But that’s probably what those little children have ensconced in the cavity of their tender hearts. Loads and loads of secrets you may never know, even as they smile up and pretend that they know nothing.

I had a little glean into that ocean and what I discovered, has kept me very uncomfortable. But it also tells me a lot about the society and why we are probably why we are what we are and where we are as a people. After that, I began to have the full idea of where our SARS began and why we may never truly eradicate the SARS in us. For, we are, in essence, SARS unto ourselves.

How did it all begin, we were all together in my room laughing and chatting over many things, watching some of the videos emanating from the various dimension of the #EndSARS protests that have now turned into riots.

Apparently inebriated on the spirit of the moment, we delved into their days in the boarding schools. My first daughter, now 17, who is awaiting to write her post Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examination (UTME), was pulled out of Queens College while she was at in her Senior Secondary School (SSS). The second one was also pulled out from Nigerian Navy Secondary School, Ojo. I’m naming these schools because they are still standing and might therefore wish to take interest into the revelation of what might be happening under their noses, assuming they are not aware.

For starters, my first daughter got admission into Federal Government Girls College (FGGC), Shagamu, but was moved unilaterally for inexplicable reason to Federal Government Girls College Effon Alaiye, in Ekiti State. In protest, after a futile effort, I contacted my friend, the late Senator Uche Chukwumerije, then Chairman Senate Committee on Education, who ask me to make a choice of any Unity school within Lagos. The choice was between Federal Government College Ijanikin and Queens College Lagos. I chose Queens College for obvious reason(s).

Did I ever know that I was practically putting her in hell? Those hellish experiences came out pouring out like a broken water pipe on Friday. Did you know that your daughter could be going through such hell now without telling you? Did you know what those children go through and are not telling you? I got to hear and know and nearly wept.

Are you aware that your child, yes, that your tender child that you pamper and shield from doing some menial jobs at home, lest she broke into pieces like a chinaware is in fact doing some prison work in school? Do you know that they could be woken up as early as 5am to go and start fetching water for her seniors? Yes! That your 10-year-old daughter? Do you know that she could stand there for hours on end with about five different buckets that must be delivered to her seniors before she could fetch her own? And there were injunctions. If the water dropped on the floor while she was delivering it, they would ask her to return back to the tap and refill the bucket? Did you know all these about your child?

Okay, don’t take anybody’s words for it. When next you visit, ask to use any of their toilet facilities in the schools. That might give you an inkling into the larger picture, especially in the hostels.

I could understand it during our time because I was already 13 when I went into secondary school and at that age, could withstand some of the tough tasks. Besides, I was also a toughie myself, coming from Ajegunle. But even at that I never saw it, because my school was all day and punishment by seniors was near non-existent.

In the case of my daughter, she was just nine years. We withdrew her at 13 in SS2, because we were disappointed with her academic output and returned her to the private school where she did her nursery and primary schools, having gotten wiser about the illusion of Unity Schools.

Until now, my daughter never told me that they actually did the job of nightsoiling – onyeburu nsi, agbaekpo – evacuation of faeces. She told me how they were forced to pound the faeces in the toilet basins to make them soft enough to be flushed. This job they did with mopsticks. That is after scooping the ones on the floor, with all the maggots, shitty water and dirt. I wept inside, even though I was smiling. Then I began to understand more about SARS.

What about feeding? My daughter narrated to me how she could go for days without food, real food that is, because she couldn’t eat what she was served, how on her first day in school, she could not eat her beans and yam porridge because she saw broomsticks inside.

But hear this! They once had a very good meal, even better than what she used to eat at home including sizable chicken in their food. Why, a top government official had announced that he was visiting the school. They even had ice cream to boot! You see! But the said official eventually did not come. That was the only time my daughter had good food throughout her stay.

Now, if you didn’t know, during our time QC, as was popularly known, was way out of our class. It was unarguably the most prestigious female secondary school in Lagos, if not the entire country. That was why I didn’t hesitate when Chukwumerije mentioned it to me. I was chasing reputation. And I was not alone. Even in the middle of admission term, long after the process had ended, many were still bringing their children, because everyone wanted their children in the school.

I was lucky that I acceded to the mother’s decision to withdraw at the time we did, a year before the outbreak of the outbreak that nearly devastated the school and left some of the students dead.

The story of my second daughter at the Navy School, was no different from what her elder sister told. In fact, I was always wondering why she always looked sickly each time. In her own account, she told me that her first shock, was when one of the senior students on her first day in the hostel, asked her to colour her (senior’s) cup. She was asked to colour the cup brown. She didn’t understand until she was told to bring her provisions. You know what, the senior students don’t ask, they take. So, we were now buying provisions each time until we now learnt to keep them with one of the school teachers to secure for her.

Like her elder sister, she was subjected to the torture of being woken up at odd hours and made to fetch water, pound faeces and other odd jobs for the senior students at the pain of intense beating at the slightest resistance.

My daughter told me of how some of the senior students became so emboldened and practically went overboard to lock one of their juniors in a metal box.

These are apart from the lesser problems of having her beddings – mattresses, bedspreads, uniforms, pants and bra either stolen or forcefully taken away.

Daddy! Do you know that sometimes I had to hold going to toilet for two weeks and even more? That most times I don’t eat? Do you know that’s why I was always crying whenever I wanted to go back to school?

Now, why didn’t you report all these to your teachers, I continued to ask them. If you report and they are punished, are you not going to come back to the hostel? They will beat you the more.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I interjected constantly? But it’s the same thing. They will still beat me. They can beat you with anything. So we had to bear it. It’s not easy to report.

But don’t get it twisted. It is generally not the fault of the school administrators, at least not in everything. The blame for poor feeding and lack of regular checks on the environment like the toilet facilities could be heaped on the school authority, but that of intimidation and punishment, are entirely the by-product of fear.

Though I mentioned two schools, I’m told that it is a general phenomenon in boarding schools, especially those schools we struggle to put our children, because of old reputation. Even my wife confirmed this much, because, unlike me who ate palm kernel, she grew up with butter and attended boarding school. I’m also aware that the situation is not different in our universities. But while you are dealing with adults in the universities, what do you say about children, most of whom still carry the damp patches of the birth fluids on their heads?

I write this today because not was I so shocked that I never got to know this truth even after priding myself with some clairvoyance prowess, but because there are so many out there who think they know their children, but are, like me, swimming in an ocean of ignorance.

I have also been specific mentioning the names of the schools and circumstances so that people don’t take this as fiction. Perhaps, the management of these institutions, government officials and other strategic stakeholders, may begin to change strategies – pay unscheduled visits to these schools at auspicious times. That may help.

To parents: Are you still wondering where the SARS starts? Talk to that your child today. Find a way of taking a peek in that locked closet of her heart. You will be surprised how much SARS you might find.

Posted by Editor | 25 October 2020, 12:53pm

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Mike Adenuga @73: Salute to the icon who changed the story!

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2 days ago

April 29, 2026

Whirlwindnews

By Sunny Igboanugo

“If you woke me up today and put the question – who is the most patriotic businessman in Nigeria in recent history – the answer will pop-up out instantly – Mike Adenuga! I won’t even have enough time to wipe my drowsy eyes or clear my head out of the sleepiness. It is an answer that has lived in my sub-conscious for years.”

These were my exact words last year. I wrote those words out of a thankful heart to celebrate the multibillionaire, whom, I have just learnt, also goes by the sobriquet – The Chairman or The Great Guru – thanks to Uche Nworah – Ezeudo Ozonmkpu of Enugwu-Ukwu na Umu-Nri – a guru himself in many respects – who has just delivered a heartwarming dissertation on the telecommunications magnate from an insider’s perspective.

I also wrote those words out of great pains and immense regrets that The Great Guru doesn’t own a refinery – just yet – because if he did, Nigerians would not be subjected to the hellish, harrowing and nightmarish experience they are forced to undergo today by the present-day shylocks playing in that field. I won’t name names. Take your tongue and count your teeth.

Just as I commented on Uche’s emotion-laden essay on his ex-boss, if Mike Adenuga owned a refinery today, Nigerians might not be buying petrol above N300 per litre. Reason is he would have found some magic to get around all the arguments offered by the shylocks that have made them continue to see shege banza as the cost of the product, which has remained central to their very existence continue to soar.

You might dismiss this as foolhardiness or ignorance. But I have my reasons. As I wrote last year – Mike Adenuga, has done what I have never seen any other Nigerian do in my long years on earth – sacrifice profit for the benefit of the masses. The introduction by GLO of per second billing in Nigeria, years ago, is the reason you and me are not swimming in the pool of our own tears today.

It was the game-changer that actually put telephony in the hands of the ordinary people – the reason that you could be calling your mother in the village from as far as the UK, US and even China, outside Nigerian cities of Sokoto, Osogbo or Umuahia.

Else, were it not for this move, GSM, would still remain a big luxury like the days of the 090 – naught nine naught – days – telephony will still be a status symbol in Nigeria today – not because of the actual global cost implications – of course neighbouring countries like Togo, Ghana and Benin Republic – far less endowed – had been using it for years – but simply because the shylocks had cornered it.

Remember all the excuses they had offered on why per second billings were impossible in Nigeria. Don’t they sound similar the arguments being made about fuel today. Aren’t they same as the reason for why the cost of owning and maintaining DSTV is higher in Nigeria than any other country the services exist?

Now don’t get it twisted. I was one of the highly privileged here. For one, I wasn’t subjected to some of the hard experiences some people went through. Sampler! Less than a week GSM came into Enugu, I was sitting at 23 Edinburg Street, office of The Guadian, when some gentlemen walked in and handed me a package containing a GSM handset, SIM card package and scores of N1.500 recharge cards.

This was at a time anyone who wanted to key into the new status symbol would go to the courts to swear affidavits, return to the banks to pay a whopping N25,000 – close to N1million in today’s reckoning before being allowed to purchase a GSM SIM card. I didn’t go through the riguours. That was even long before GLO made it to the scene.

So, as a typical Nigerian, I ought to be grateful having a place in the “I better pass my neighbour” list in this regard. But the sheer thievery that followed would not allow that. You know in those days, these shylocks configured their billing to the model that if you generated a call you paid and if you received a call you also paid. This was the level the got. That was until the advent of GLO that changed those thieving models.

I had been wondering why Adenuga chose that game-changer model, which had been declared IMPOSSIBLE before then. Recall that it took the other networks some months to adjust to the per second billing which they must have taken more out of the force of business losses than compassion for the people or change in their original business environment to adjust. For all the variables and excuses they had cited for their shylock behaviour were still in place when they began to copy GLO.

So, I could relate with Uche when he wrote these words: “The Guru is the most kind and greatest benefactor that I know. He gifts, gives, and ‘dashes’ staff, friends, associates and others cash in naira and foreign currency, cars, watches, jewelries, choice drinks and other items. No wonder Dele Momodu uses the phrase ‘the spirit of Africa’ to describe him.

“I am a great beneficiary of his magnanimity as a staff. Not only does he pay above market salaries, he also gives staff money ‘under the table’. The special word for this is in Globacom is ‘stoning’. It is common to hear staff saying; “Mr Chairman ‘stoned’ A & B’. When you are ‘stoned’, you are not expected to tell the other person. It is frowned at in the system to avoid unsettling those who were not ‘stoned.’

Mr Chairman is famous for giving people gifts, even people he doesn’t know, but reaching him to thank him becomes impossible. He does not expect a thank you and also usually doesn’t expect any return favours. He once told us a story during a meeting, of how when he started making money newly, he started buying Rolls Royce cars and other luxury cars.

“He said after sometime he began to realize the vanity in such purchases, so he distributed the whole collection among traditional rulers nationwide. It is a known fact that many people have become multimillionaires just from Mr Chairman’s stoning alone.”

Who else could have chosen that route rather than teaming up with the shylocks to make mega bucks than a man with such a large heart. Without him, Nigerians would probably still be paying as much as N300,000 for SIM cards and cost of calls would still be hitting the rooftops for such mundane, obtuse and criminal reason(s) like – telephony is an international business.

Or haven’t you heard so in DSTV, in petrol and other commodities – as if Nigeria is a different world! So, thank you Uche Nworah. Now we know! I hear it is The Chairman’s birthday, Today, Wednesday, April 29, 2026. May I join the world in saying to the The Great Guru: Hhappy 73rd! We won’t forget.

My name is Sunny Igboanugo, I’m The Tiny Voice!

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Media: Enabling instrument in death of Nigerian democracy

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2 days ago

April 29, 2026

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All over the world the media are always among the first line of victims whenever and wherever democracy dies and dictatorship or autocracy is enthroned. Through the emasculation and asphyxiation of free speech and or freedom of speech, the media become the immediate target in such circumstances.

From the look of things, I don’t think Nigerian journalists are at home with this reality. No! Not just yet! I don’t know why it seems so. But I could hazard some guesses and build up some scenarios which I believe could suffice in assessing the situation.

Perhaps, it is because many of those who lived this reality in the last days of military dictatorship in Nigeria, have since exited the profession, climbed to higher grounds or just receded to the background, as consequences of natural sequence of events where the old is supposed to give way to the new.

Perhaps, it could be the direct result of the evolution in the profession – one of them – the introduction of electronics – if not the substantial or even total reliance on it as news-gathering instrument, which has made the job less cumbersome – thus introducing a pattern of ease in this regard.

Perhaps, it could be the direct consequences of the dearth, diminished impact and even subdued relevance of the print media, which led in the past, now taking a back stage in the new reality of the dominance of the electronic media.

Most probably, the influence of the social media has played a fast one in determining the direction of the industry to the extent that it is now the main source of news even for the traditional outfits, as much as it serves substantially as a distracting, if not distabilising factor.

But whatever it is, either singularly or by a collection of these factors, there is evidence of a demonstrable detour or bypass of the traditional role the media played in Nigeria that helped to shape its history – including dragging it out of the dungeon of military rule into the globally-acceptable arena of what is supposed to be democratic ethos.

Tempered by the new realities of the current generation, the Nigerian media have not only lost the fight in them but had their fangs and claws so smoothened that they now end up as instruments for caressing the patrons and purveyors of bad behaviour the tore at and clawed deeply in the past.

In other words, they have lost the plot. Otherwise, how could the media watch Nigeria suffer this level of degeneration after its chequered history of practically fighting with a million dark spirits and other anti-democratic forces to extricate itself from the vice grip of military rule?

It takes the Nigerian media which has degenerated into an insufferable degradation and complacency to watch the country gravitate towards a one-party state and pretend that they have no role in stopping the drift. Such never happened in the past.

Before 1999, the Nigerian media fought a bloody war against the military, beginning with the brutal era of the late Muhammadu Buhari, who after emerging the Head of State in 1983, launched the most draconian rule that had journalist caught in the crossfire, accentuated by the infamous Decree 2 of 1984, emblematised by the ugly fate of Tunde Thompson and Nduka Irabor.

Then came the eight years of Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida (IBB) nicknamed Maradona fashioned after the immense dribbling skills of the Argentine legend, Diego Maradona, which ended with the disastrous June 12, 1993 presidential election saga. Again, the Nigerian media marked the gap-toothed General, man to man and never allowed him breathing space.

Then came the most brutal of them all – the Abacha era, where the war assumed a cataclysmic dimension with Sani Abacha, the merciless military despot that took over from IBB, receiving an equal amount of blitzkrieg as he unleashed on the media even with the clear mismatch of the arsenals on both sides.

It was this media that made Abdulsalami Abubakar, who took over from Abacha to bail with his feet, completing the transition programme that in chaos after 12 years in just one year and handed over to Olusegun Obasanjo, rather than share in the experience of his predecessors.

Even Obasanjo, throughout his eight years, had his feet under fired by a watchful media, culminating in another internecine war that saw the third term agenda, one of the features of that era, crumbling under its own weight and by the force of massive onslaught launched against it.

Today, where are the same media? They have turned out – at best – some beggarly, acquiescing and insipid entities – and at worst – some undiluted, unapologetic and rabid enablers of the same anti-people, anti-democratic forces they fought in the past at the risk of tears and blood. How tragic!

What do you see today? Rather than attacking the bad behaviour that threaten the polity, it is rationalisation. So, in 2023 when a totally staggered nation was reeling in pain as the courts churned out some of the wackiest, basest and most confusing reasons to support the mindless heist against the people’s mandate, it was a that told his bemused audience – public opinion is kilometres away from law.

Today, victim-blaming has become the answer to the clearly dangerous and life-threatening crisis of Nigeria’s drift to a one-party state where President Bola Tinubu could even emerge as a monarch, with limitless powers, if not limitless tenure.

Now, where is the agenda-setting function of the media? It is the function of the media to ferret out malfeasance, maladministration, and bad behaviour, without which governance will degenerate into an irresponsible cabal or a syndicate that perpetrates its actions in darkness. Unfortunately, that is where Nigeria is today. Else, when the media launched the fierce battle against the military, was it for the absence of the mistake on the opposite side. When the media joined the National Democratic Coalition (NADECO) in its battle to revalidate the June 12 election and enthronement of full-blown democracy led by Moshood Abiola, was it that the patrons of that war were all blameless.

Yes! In spite of the large baggage Abiola, an acolyte of the military, this ugly record was pushed to the background in the interest of the bigger good – democracy. Going by today’s standard, Nigerian media would have focused on the Abiola’s association with the military and other faultlines as a basis to blame him.

Had that happened, where would Nigeria have been today? But because the media were focused on the larger picture, they in the realization that whatever touches the nose is already close to the mouth, they fought relentlessly. That is how we got here. Could that be said of the situation today.

Joseph Pulitzer once admonished: “There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy. Get these things out in the open, describe them, attack them, ridicule them in the press, and sooner or later public opinion will sweep them away.”

How much has compromise – imbued by pecuniary, ethnic, religious and other primordial sentiments allowed this work? For how long do you blame INEC and the judiciary without blaming the media? There you find the danger – the TRAGEDY.

My name is Sunny Igboanugo, I’m the Tiny Voice!

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Now VDM has become Sowore’s nemesis, does Peter Obi need anther advocate?

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2 weeks ago

April 19, 2026

Whirlwindnews

By Sunny Igboanugo

The kite swooped on the herd of sheep and picked a lamb, soared above the skies onto its nest. The father asked one question – what did the parent say when you took their child. The kite replied – nothing father – they were just gazing at me in silence. Then the kites father made an order – return it immediately. Any parent that keeps mute when its child is in danger, has a more sinister intention hidden in his heart. The kite obeyed and returned the lamb.

The next day, the same kite swooped on a brood of chickens and picked one of them. Then the mother went hysterical flying from pillar to post in frenzied movements. On return, the father again put the same question. This time, the kite presented a different picture, describing the shrieking cries of the mother-hen and how it tried to attack and failure to retrieve its chick, went into a frenzy.

Let’s have dinner, the father quipped excitedly. Danger is over. The parent has displayed every weapon in its arsenal. That is the reason chicks remain the main dish of kites till date. My father told me this story decades ago, which of course is one of the anecdotes that is as old as minds could picture. My father probably picked it from his own father.

Yet, the implication in terms of central message has never lost its texture, despite its longevity. Rather, it has become truer with time – be careful of that man with few words – refrain from attacking a man that has not offended you – never bear false witnesses. These are standard cautionary and globally accepted natural edicts, which when observed in breaches, could result in highly disastrous consequences.

Is it not intriguing how this reality has stung Omoyele Sowore like those wicked agbisi – only those who sat on the bare floors would relate with the brain-twisting, sharp and excruciating pains those black ants delivered through the bare buttocks of children – in our mother’s kitchens in those days?

Have you been watching Vincent Otse, alias Very Dark Man, recently? What do you make of the multiple arrows he has been aiming at the heart of the Revolution Now exponent? I have my people and both the optics and the import derivable therefrom could only taper towards a central reality – cow wey no get tail na God dey drive am fly!

It was a song, sung by the popular Prince Nico Mbaga – that legend of the 1980s, whose epic – Sweet Mother – still resonates centrally in the Nigerian music history even till date, long after he was gone. I think it was the flipside of that legendary outing that dominated the airwaves at the time.

Never had that song, which you heard in those days blasting from the record shops at Achapo Street – in Ajegunle – the popular centre for music records business or through the windows of privileged homes in the face me I face you compounds in the days when even the poor afforded stockfish – now a delicacy you could only enjoy the aroma from a distance if your income is not in six figures – days when even the local women looked at ice fish with disdain and derisively related it with the “poor” as Ozu Nwada. O! What memories! But I digress!

But before I walked too far and disappeared into those days when me, as a child sleeping on a mat at a one-room apartment at Number 14 Uzor Street, but still ate lavish meals which I must now struggle to offer my wards, I return to today’s reality to ask myself why this is happening before my eyes. Why must it be VDM that is now waging a war against Sowore – with whom he was only too cozy – just yesterday!

For months now, this selfsame Sowore, had launched a massive blitzkrieg against Peter Obi, candidate of the Labour Party (LP), in the 2023 presidential election. In what is more of a cocktail of bits and pieces, odds and ends set of drivels rather than any form of articulated reasoning based on facts and figures, this same man, actually came out with what has now become his catchphrase – Obi is a packaged fraud!

Don’t bother to ask him for facts supporting his conclusion. The only one he supplied was that the former Governor of Anambra State, was hobnobbing with supposed thieves and brigands responsible for Nigerian woes.

Yet, this selfsame Sowore, conveniently left out his central role, and incestuous relationship with the same people at an auspicious period, which ended up in watering the ground for what he now complains about from the rooftops. Were it not for Sowore, there might not have been a President Muhammadu Buhari and Bola Tinubu as APC governments – the worst era Nigeria has ever endured and currently cursed with!

Videos even showed him being celebrated nationally for this singular role. Yet, this is the same man, assailing Obi for keeping bad company! But that is what happens with the purveyors of anti-Obi sentiments. They inevitably meet a drought and are left with nothing more to rely on but contrivances. Where the well is dry, they import water tankers to try a rescue.

Where deceit fails, they try illogic, then subterfuge, half-truths, outright lies and then mischief as they meet more frustrations. Imagine a Sowore saying that Obi packed Northerners in lorries and sent them back to their homes. In Nigeria? At what period? The same Obi who built his personal and state security architectures around northern people – Northern Aide De Camp (ADC) and Norther Commissioners of Police throughout his eight years?

To Sowore, nothing is good enough! He even mocks Obi for saying that he owns only one house in Nigeria – a development, which elsewhere defines absolute personal contentment. Elsewhere, the fact that Obi could prove this claim is demonstrable evidence of reduced propensity for induced stealing and absence of hunger for corruption and therefore a call for celebration. But what do you have here? Spite, mockery and contempt.

Now, it is not like Obi’s records – public and private are hidden. This was a man, who even as a university student, had become so successful in business that his chain of buildings were used as bank branches – that at a point was one of the 10 richest men in the UK – in fact, one of the 8.000 richest men in the world – so the source of his wealth is not suspect.

In office as governor, this was the same Obi who took schools in Anambra State from number 26 to number one, starting from his second year in office by sheer dint of visionary leadership anchored on self-denial – the only governor in history that left a whopping N75billion in the coffers – capping it all with emerging as the best in the implementation of the Millenium Development Goals (MDGs).

Now, if a governor attains the first position in this globally-accepted measurement instrument – covering all indices of developmental – physical infrastructure and policy frameworks for human capital development, what else defines excellence in leadership? Yet, people like Sowore will never be persuaded.

Now you know why! VDM has supplied you with the answer. Sowore is in business. His activism is business – his Revolution Now – business – attacks on Tinubu – business – Obi is a packaged fraud – business – presidential ambition business.

Not that the world didn’t know this. But coming from familiar quarters – given the relationship between the two – both erstwhile friends – it is only gotten clearer and better. It is even moreso when the further and better particulars is not coming from Obi, but a more virulent voice!

Now, what is said about fate? What does the law of Karma say again? How does a tailless cow deal with flies again? Sowore has given us the lead and VDM has given you the answer.

But hear the philosopher! Beware of your thoughts, lest they become words; beware of your words, lest they become actions; beware of your actions, lest they become habits; beware of your habits, lest they become character; beware of your character, lest it becomes your destiny! Nigerians, think!

My name is Sunny Igboanugo, I’m The Tiny Voice!

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