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Demolition of Computer Village: Facts Ndigbo must know
By Sunny Igboanugo
The squad was said to have arrived in the wee-hours of Saturday, December 30 and worked till Sunday morning. By the time the bulldozers they brought along with them pulled out in the afternoon of the same day, the Police Officers Wives Association (POWA) plaza at the Computer Village in Lagos, had become mere rubbles. Mission accomplished.
Soon, the videos started flying around, showing shop owners rummaging through the ruins to see what they could pick up. But nothing of any value could be found. In fact, in one of the videos, one voice, which described the onslaught as “politics” was heard saying that those who carried out the demolition took time to break into the shops to cart away the valuables.
It would take an imbecile, someone without any sense of value or monks in the monastery without any interest in worldly affairs to ignore the content of those shops – hi-tech equipment, latest i-phones, laptops, air conditioning systems, inverters, solar panels, anti-burglary systems and all – reportedly carted away before the bulldozers moved in. At least, that was the claim from some of the traders.
Were this claim true, that would, for me, be the better, commendable part of the story, because it would mean that at least, a new set of millionaires would emerge, because it would also mean that those who removed them could re-sell them to new buyers, even at half the prices or even as giveaways and thus be put to use rather than crushing them totally.
Yes! Picture it! Contemplate in your mind a situation where those costly goods went down in the rubbles, what could have been lost. Assuming for instance that those items were not removed before the demolition, what quantum of damage in terms of cost? Do you know the cost of one i-phone for instance?
Last week, I was in one of such shops at Shoprite in Lagos and saw that the I-pad we used to buy for about N300,000 is now N1.5million. Assume that in one shop alone, you had five copies of N1.5milllion worth of i-phones. Multiply that by the over 1,000 shops that were reportedly destroyed. How much does it come to?
Yet, these are shops that did not have just five copies, but cartons of these items. Imagine the cost of inverter batteries alone or solar panels – cartons of them – what do they amount to in terms of cost? Would you be talking about millions, billions or trillions of Naira? What is the total amount of Lagos State budget for 2024? Picture it, my dear compatriots. You see why it would be a patriotic duty to steal rather than destroy them? But that’s just a part of the story.
Again, picture another aspect – the timing. Ostensibly, they were quite deliberate about it. They chose very well. They waited until most of the shop owners were probably out of reach. Most of them had actually travelled for Christmas before they struck. That was when they delivered their 24-hour notice. How ingenious? For people who are as far from Lagos as Izzi in Ebonyi State or Ikom in Cross River or Kaura Namode in Zamfara?
Now, the Lagos State Government, has washed its hands and feet of the matter, like Pontus Pilate did in the case of Jesus Christ. Hear Gbenga Omotoso, Commissioner for Information, on the matter: “Those circulating the fake news are opportunistic ethnic chauvinists who will always relish in vacuous propaganda that can fuel their fiendish mission; they will always fail in dividing Lagosians.” Really?
Okay, accepted that this is so, the next question is which government in the whole world would watch such a monumental destruction of goods belonging to citizens they profess to love and wish not to be divided? In which other country of the world outside Ukraine, Palestine or Yemen – countries officially at war or failed states like Somalia, would such monumental waste be permitted?
If indeed the government was not involved, what were they supposed to do? Again, how much is the total budget of the state that it would permit such destruction of an economic beehive with capacity of contributing a handsome quantum of revenue as could be generated from that plaza either directly from tax by their owners or vicariously through the multiplier effects from those doing business with them including millions they employ directly and indirectly?
Is the government saying that POWA could have carried out such monumental destruction if the government did not permit it or truly cared about those traders or the owners of the goods? Certainly no! A caring, responsible government, would have moved in to see how to salvage the situation.
Hear the reason for the demolition from the police authorities: “It has become imperative to properly establish that the complex, a property of the Nigeria Police Officer’s Wives Association, which is officially allocated to wives of Police Officers and their relatives, has been scheduled for demolition to enable the Force commence immediate construction of a modern shopping complex on the same land.
“The decision to demolish and reconstruct is predicated on the fact that professional opinion indicate that the structure as it is constitutes a looming environmental hazard, as the site is prone to flood, and may be susceptible to sudden collapse, hence the need for immediate landscaping and reconstruction. The planned demolition and reconstruction will be in phases and is in good faith for the betterment of all concerned, Olumuyiwa Adejobi, spokesman of the Nigerian Police Force (NPF), had offered in a statement on Saturday, hours before the bulldozers moved in.
Imagine! First, it was to make way for the police authorities to construct “a modern shopping complex” and because it “constitutes a looming environmental hazard, as the site is prone to flood, and may be susceptible to sudden collapse, hence the need for immediate landscaping and reconstruction.”
Does it not sound laughable? What it means is that the plaza was put up in the first place, either without due diligence, integrity test or Environmental Impact Assessment (EIA), that it now requires to go down at such a huge cost. What a story! Pray! What is a responsible and responsive government, intent on protecting its people supposed to do in a situation like this?
Okay, since the fear is flooding, is it not apposite to expect that the worst fears are over for now that we’re in the dry season and that the government, could at least have negotiated that for time enough for the shop owners to return from holidays before the demolition is carried out or does flood happen in December in Nigeria? But no story is too funny to hear in Nigeria. No tale is too obtuse or infantile to tell.
Of course, it is people that have this sort of expectation or ask questions like these that Omotoso, my fellow graduate at Rutam House, The Guardian, where the inscription – Conscience Nurtured by Truth, is the first thing that confronts you right at the gate, wantonly and gratuitously describe as ethnic chauvinists. How sad! How truly sad indeed!
Clearly, Omotoso needs not speak in euphemism. Even children still suckling their mother’s breasts knows that he’s referring to Ndigbo. They are the ones mostly affected. More than 80 per cent of those shops belong to them. After all how and when did such demolition become such a fad in the state? Was it not after the same people were threatened with fire and brimstone for daring to vote their choice in the 2023 general elections?
Assuming that they had no hand in the last offensive, who taught the police that it was possible to unleash such monumental offensive against individual and collective wealth on a people if not the selfsame government in Lagos that supervised the onslaught at Alaba International Market shortly after the election?
Without Alaba, where goods and structures worth billions were destroyed, there wouldn’t have been Abule-Ado with a similar experience before Computer Village. Naturally, there is no telling that this would be the last. More buildings will definitely go down as Ndigbo reel through their current harrowing experience in not only in the hands of Lagos government, but the nation at large.
But each time I reflect on the situation and contemplate the mindset of those behind these actions and the reasons driving them, especially those boasting and gloating about it, I never fail to shake my head about the futility of the eventual outcome.
How much can you really do to destroy a man whom God has not destroyed? How far can you really go? Despite the 20 pounds handed over to them immediately after the war, could anyone say that Ndigbo are worse off than other Nigerians who had everything at their beck and call at that time? Who really are the new owners of properties in Port Harcourt and Rivers State, where their homes were seized from them? How those who engage in this offensive against Ndigbo could not read that it is a wasted effort beats me.
Indeed what is the crime they have committed in Lagos outside exhibiting their nature of free spirit to decide on their own? Do their current traducers believe that an Igbo man could really be whipped into line in the manner they’re pursuing the project, when three years of hailstones blitzkrieg and bombardment that led to the killing of more than two million of their brothers and sisters failed to achieve that?
If only they knew? Do the people pushing this arduous project to intimidate Ndigbo in Lagos not know that a father cannot force his son to vote a particular candidate, neither could a husband, the wife? Are they not aware that one Samuel Gumsu (SG) Ikoku of Action Group (AG) of Obafemi Awolowo, actually contested against his own father Alvan Ikoku of United National Independent Party (UNIP), defeated him in Igboland and lived after to eat in the same plate with the father? By the way, image of the older is on the N10 note, apart from the Alvan Ikoku College of Education, now a university, named after him.
Ok. What if you manage to intimidate the shop owners, some of them, whom by the way, are close to the corridors of power, what about those apprentices that run errands and hustle for them? Do you think that their bosses could direct them on where to vote during elections? No! So, the basic truth which everyone has to hear is that the project has failed. It failed even before it started.
The mistake anyone would make is to accept the accompanying narrative they’re trying to push through that this is about Igbo and Yoruba, rather than what it actually is – the agenda of the APC to remain in office anyways, whichever ways. Which rivalry would be greater than that between Zik and Awolowo? Yet, under the UPN of Awo, every Igbo child in Lagos, went to school free just like their Yoruba counterparts.
Many Igbo residents became landlords by buying the Jakande houses, where many of them or their children still live today, without having to know anyone, outside simply being lucky enough to win the balloting through which they were allocated, just like other residents in Lagos.
Nobody ever heard the odious refrain of Ndigbo wanting to take over Lagos. Yes, nobody did for one singular reason. Baba kekere, could simply go to bed the whole of election period and wake up the next day after balloting to pick up more than 80 per cent of the votes for the simple reason of being at home with the people.
Why wouldn’t he? In and out of office, the only luxury attached to his name was his ubiquitous Datsun Laurel and his personal living house at Ilupeju. Even his daily breakfast of moi-moi and ogi, was so popular that it became an open knowledge to every Lagosian.
Compare that simple, detached lifestyle to the prodigal profligacy, licentiousness and open gluttony associated to his successors, especially under the APC regime. Then, you’ll understand why a Jakande would donate vast areas of land for the development of the Alaba International Market, just to open up Lagos to investments and why his counterparts in APC, would demolish prime buildings in the same market, to achieve the direct opposite.
If you’re still at sea, it was the selfsame Jakande that declared Lagos a no-man’s land and for good reason. Today that statement he made to lobby other Nigerians to join in developing the city like its counterparts across the world, is now being turned on its head to achieve other negative ends all because of bad politics.
Don’t ask me how long this will last, because I don’t know. But one sure thing is that it won’t last forever. If the reign of impunity of the PDP could end so abruptly, if Nigeria could survive the horrible era of Abacha, then this tempest too will pass! That I’m sure of.
My name is Sunny Igboanugo and I’m The Tiny Voice!
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!
His Excellency
Alhaji Atiku Abubakar (Waziri Adamawa),
Former Vice President, Federal Republic of Nigeria
Abuja, Nigeria
Your Excellency
Permit me, to use this medium to address you. I apologise most profusely for breaking protocols and not following proper and established channels. But I believe this is the best and ONLY way to reach you immediately because of the urgency of the matter at hand.
I had to write you quickly after watching the interview when you appeared as a guest on Prime Time, a public affairs programme on ARISE NEWS Television. I must confess being enthralled at your physical fitness, mental alertness, eloquence, articulacy and richness of ideas. You looked every bit presidential.
That you appeared superlatively healthy physically and mentally at the ripe age of 79 can only be a gift from Allah. God has indeed preserved you so well and I congratulate you, while praying that God will grant you more years here on earth to see Nigeria become a great nation that it is meant to be and that you will make fruitful contribution towards that outcome.
Now, this is where I want to anchor the essence of this letter – the blessing of God and His expectation of man. There is no doubt from what human eyes could see that you have enjoyed this blessing tremendously. Look behind you and see how far you have come.
How many of your colleagues in the Nigerian Customs, where you left as a Deputy Director (Deputy Controller) are still remembered today? How many of them could even unlace your shoes today in terms of national recognition. How many of the people you started business with got to half of where you reached as a business mogul? How many of the people you went into politics with got to your level. How many of them are still around today – even those that are younger than you?
Please, Waziri, take a look back and count the blessings of Allah on you. How many can you count? You were preparing for your inauguration as Governor of Adamawa State, when suddenly, you were spirited from a Governor-elect to contest for Vice President and for eight years you enjoyed that position. Was that not evidence of Allah’s hands in your affairs, when the same position others sought with everything in them was offered to you on a platter of gold?
Now, compare that with the Presidency. Since 1992, you have sought this position with every effort. You have fought doggedly with the last breadth in you. Like the General you are, you have fought gallantly. But even a General must retire from the warfront and hand over to younger officers to continue where he stopped.
Such retirement does not suggest defeat. Rather, it suggests wisdom. It suggests experience. It suggests circumspection. It suggests prudence. It suggests strength.
For record six times, you had made attempts at the Presidency and for that number of times, you had failed to attain that feat. Why continue – even when time and circumstances clearly indicate that your chances of getting it at the seventh trial is bleaker than the rest? Is it not even an attempt to tempt God?
Waziri, please permit me to share this anecdote. It is about the prototype developed by Brazilians to catch monkeys. They throw utu – a kind of nut usually craved by monkeys into a bottle with a narrow neck and hang it on tree branch. The opening is wide enough to allow the hand of the monkey in, but too narrow to allow a clenched fist out.
Knowing that monkeys are greedy and would never let go, they take full advantage of this fact in setting this obvious trap. True to their expectations, the monkey would usually fit its hand into the bottle and grab the nut, but would be unable to pull it out with the nut. The owner of the trap standing by would then begin to approach. The monkey on sighting the obvious danger would start struggling with the hand inside the bottle.
Now, all the monkey needed do is to free the hand and let the nut go to save itself. But it never does. Because all its senses are focused on the sweet taste of the nut it loses the sense of danger and stays with the bottle until it is caught – not even having the opportunity of tasting the same nut. That is how the Brazilians catch monkeys.
Alhaji, does this send any meaningful message? Does it look or sound familiar? Like the situation of the monkey with its hand in the bottle, Nigeria is in danger at this time. You have the singular opportunity of saving it. The only way to do it is through the African Democratic Congress (ADC).
Your insistence on running for the ticket of the party ahead of the 2027 presidential election represents the perfect imagery of the monkey’s hand in the bottle.
No doubt like the nut to the monkey, the Presidency is sweet. But like the unpromising situation of the monkey, there is no way you can pull the nut out with a clenched fist. The only option is to loosen your fist and let go.
Waziri Adamawa, free your hand. Let go this quest for Presidency. It is not yours. Destiny has denied you the opportunity. Your biggest opportunity was in 2019, though it was not to be for reasons that are now history.
Today, the odds are stacked against you! You are not from the South – make it the South East. You are no longer young. You belong to the old order. Yes! You are favoured to win the ADC primaries but winning the election proper is a different kettle of fish. There is no way you can win it. Forget what your followers are telling you.
On the other hand, sitting right beside you is Peter Obi. All the odds are in his favour. He is from the South – the South East. He is young. He has the organic following. He will win the presidential election of Nigeria before midday on January 18, 2027.
Let me conclude this letter by creating two scenarios. Consider a situation where you contest this election and fail as you are bound to. What will it be said about you? How will history record you?
Will you not be seen as the man who finally sounded the death-knell on Nigerian democracy by allowing President Bola Tinubu transform Nigeria into another Paul Biya’s Cameroun, Equatorial Guinea’s Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo and Uganda’s Yoweri Museveni? Surely, that imminent fall will not only be a fall in unfulfilled goal, it will be a fall of destiny of a national. The consequences are heavy, grave and unimaginable!
On the other hand, if you conquer the greed of the monkey and let the nut go, you will not only have helped in freeing Nigeria from the immediate bondage in which it is destined in the hands of Tinubu and his brood of vipers, you would have saved it from the cataclysmic eruption of blitzkrieg that might result as a counter.
Remember how it is now history that you destroyed the PDP by insisting to run against the zoning arrangement. How will it sound that after delivering the fatal poison that killed the once largest party in Africa with a deadly political fang you whipped the ADC with a poisonous tail to achieve the same result.
As we speak now, David Mark, ADC National Chairman is from the North. Now, you want to take the presidential ticket, thus replaying the reel of the PDP scenario. Is it not obvious that the result will be the same? Is it not the same PDP playbook?
Waziri Adamawa, remember that even Nnamdi Azikiwe, with all his greatness, never became President. Obafemi Awolowo never attained the position either. Yet, as a reporter with The Guardian in Enugu, I could not count the number of dignitaries, Nigerians and foreigners, whom I reported their presence at Onuiyi Haven in Nsukka, home of the late Owelle of Onitsha.
I assume that of Ikenne, the home of the great Awo would also have been the same before his demise. Who says your own home in Abuja or Yola, would not be a Mecca for Nigerians and world leaders to pay their homage by the time this race is run and the mileage counted.
That will only be possible if you decide to play the role destiny has put in your hands. Waziri Adamawa! Save Nigerian Democracy! Save Nigeria! Let your name be written in gold letters and not with blood of Nigerians. Yes! President may be denied but Father of Democracy is there. It even sounds sweeter!
May God guide you.
My name is Sunny Igboanugo, I’m The Tiny Voice!
I bet you didn’t know Abike Dabiri. Two factors will make this possible. Either you were not around in Nigeria in the golden era of our Nigerian television girls – the era when being a regular face on Nigerian Television Authority (NTA) gave you the golden key to open all doors – or you were somewhere in the villages very far and distant from civilization – many of us were – that included not having access to the television.
O! You didn’t know? You didn’t know a time was in this clime when seeing a television screen from a distance, was one of the biggest privileges one could get let alone watching it – that people clustered at the windows of homes with television sets to catch a glimpse of Village Headmaster, for instance.
You’re carrying shoulders because you probably met the time when carrying a Blackberry phone was all you needed to get that fine babe behind your sheets! Today, you thought that because you could now watch your matches on your phone – I watched all the AFCON matches on my phone, being on the road most times – there was no time men had to climb walls to turn television antennas to get some appreciable pictures. Chai! This changing world.
Bet you didn’t hear about Bimbo Roberts – later Bimbo Oloyede, Julie Coker and later Augusta Maduegbuna, Elizabeth Nze, Sienne Alwell-Brown, Ruth Benamesia-Opia, Eugenia Abu, Ronke Ayuba, Kehinde Young-Harry, Lola Alakija, in no particular order. No! You wouldn’t if you were not that privileged in the 1980s and even 1990s. They were the glamour of that era.
Glamour? Not in the sense of beauty – but glamour, because television made them so. For indeed, some of these television faces, were not that glamourous.
But beauty or no, Abike Dabiri was one of the discoveries of that era. Obviously not in competition with these others who were the newscasters on NTA News At Nine, she actually carved a niche for herself elsewhere on Newsline – the soft-sell edition of the station’s news programme aired every Sunday.
Abike Dabiri was a toast of that programme. She was a reporter’s reporter – traversing beyond the seven seas and seven wildernesses to bring to Nigerians those rare stories that either made Nigerians laugh their hearts out or cry their eyes out – a doyenne of human-interest reporting.
Then, suddenly – suddenly – suddenly – the serpent came with the forbidden fruit – the temptation of higher ground – the allure of high office – Tinubu’s tainted chalice that comes like glittering ornament but with hollow and rotten underbelly. She took, she ate and now everything scatter-scatter. Our dear Abike Dabiri accepted and ate the sour grape and now her teeth are set on edge! What a pity!
The breeze has blown to uncover the romp of the hen. Before now, whoever believed that our dear Abike Dabiri farts. But we now know that Abike Dabiri-Erewa not only farts, but her fart smells badly. At first, no one noticed the degeneration.
The time she was at the House of Representatives, was the golden era of Tinubu. That was when the Jagaban Borgu was the governor of Lagos State. She glowed along by tapping from glittering appeal of the Lagos show boy!
At that time, Tinubu was generally holding the golden trophy adorned with the beautiful calligraphy of democracy in Nigeria. That was before he drank from the poisoned chalice of Muhammadu Buhari, his predecessor by joining him in the hatred for the Igbo man – a phenomenon that becomes the nemesis of some Nigerian leaders – Buhari’s major insignia. Then the desperation! Then the degeneration! Now the albatross!
Now, whoever hates the Igbo and remains the same? None! That was what sealed Buhari’s fate. And surely the snake that bit that braindead archeological discovery – that museum piece – has definitely whipped Tinubu with its tail and the rest is now history. If not, compare a Tinubu as governor when he was all cozy with Ndigbo and now he has turned 360 degrees.
And as long as the darkness will give way to reveal the sun breaking from the East, the sting of the snake’s tail will reach everyone who toes that line. You know why, the dominant culture of the Igbo man is ofo n’ogu – justice, equity and fair-play! Have you watched an Igbo man pray with colanut.
He wakes up and with his cola in his hands, beckons on his chi with these words – ndu mmiri, ndu azu, mmiri atanaa, azu anwuna – the life of the river, the life of the fish – may the water not dry and may the fish not die! Egbe bere ugo bere, nke si ibeya ebena nku kwaa ya – let the kite perch and let the eagle perch – whichever says the other should not perch, may its wings whither. Which other people say the same or similar prayer elsewhere?
Now, because the kid-goat watches when the mother-goat is chewing the cud, hating the Igbo has become a fad among those who want to please Tinubu. Obviously, the totem through which this sentiment find expression is Peter Obi. He has become the tree standing by the roadside that receives the strokes of the machete. Obi has remained the hieroglyph for expressing real and imagined pro-Igbo angst.
So, in 2025, when Babajide Sanwo-Olu wanted to mend fences with Tinubu, after allegedly falling out of favour with his boss, he launched an unprovoked attack on Obi, using the latter’s Johns Hopkins University lecture as a pad. Reno Omokri, has since made himself Minister of Peter Obi Affairs. Daniel Bwala, Femi Fani-Kayode et al along this line never end a line without Obi getting a slash of their machete.
Enter our dear Abike Dabiri-Erewa. The little birds flying around whistle that her tenure as Chairman of Nigerians in Diaspora Commission (NiCOM) is coming to an end and she is eying a renewal or another job from the Jagaban. How else to go about it than the low-hanging fruit? – Peter Obi.
From nowhere, on Sunday, the media were suffused with the screaming headline – “Peter Obi has actually raised monsters.” As it were with syndicated stories, each of the medium used to transport the outing carried the same headline – well crafted – of course, using her journalism skill to make maximum impact.
After rambling some clearly obtuse and incoherent words in form of reasoning, she ended up with even more brainless, imbecilic and asinine submission – by the time it is Igbo turn to produce Nigerian President, Obidents – followers of Obi – would have destroyed his chances. Me paraphrasing. Chai!
Now, aunty Abike, whose turn is it now? Isn’t already the turn of Ndigbo and the selfsame Obi? Isn’t it part of the argument that the seat your Jagaban is occupying was stolen from Ndigbo? So, you know that Ndigbo also have a stake to it? Yes! You know. But now you have eaten Tinubu’s palm nuts, see how your teeth have all turned red.
But Ndigbo have another way of invoking justice – ochu nwa-okuko nwe ada ma nwa-okuko nwe nwenwe-oso! I won’t explain. Find an Igbo staff at NiMCOM – if there is one – because I hear you hate them so much that finding one near you might be impossible. But even a cleaner in your office could help or better still – ask your spare parts seller. He’s sure to be Igbo!
My name is Sunny Igboanugo, I’m The Tiny Voice!
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