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Biafra, IPOB, OUK: How are the mighty fallen *Tale of a fallen hero!
By Sunny Igboanugo
Friends, Nigerians, countrymen! Lend me your ears! I have come to condemn Mazi Nnamdi Kanu and not to praise him! The evil that men do, in the past, lives after them, but today, not only lives after them, but with them. And so, it is with Mazi Nnamdi Kanu, who is today having his well-deserved comeuppance as a sole occupant in the dark, sticky and cold dungeon of the Sokoto Prison.
Yes! Such a deserving reward for a man who killed 30,000 of his brothers. Yes! You heard that – you heard well – you heard right – 30,000 souls wasted. Yes! Orji Uzor Kalu was keeping records. And you know, OUK is an honourable man! Was he not governor of Abia State at a time? Is he not a Senator now? Who should know if not the wise man from Igbere, Bende Local Government of Abia State?
Now, let me tell you what you might not know about OUK and this Biafra that has now brought such calamity of colossal proportion to Ndigbo through IPOB? How many of you, dear compatriots know that it was through this Biafra that OUK met his political nemesis – or waterloo – if you like?
How? You would ask me and I’ll answer. OUK, was at a point one of the most popular Onye Igbo living on mother earth. He was even as popular as MNK, if not more popular. I shall prove this because I was at the centre of it all. You know Ndigbo are forever in search of a mouthpiece or authentic leadership. At that time OUK provided both. It started with that outing on that day in the year 2000. I remember vividly, as a reporter representing The Guardian in Enugu.
We all had rushed to Hotel Presidential in the state capital, where the then five South East governors had met. It was yet another cry of marginalisation against Ndigbo in Obasanjo government as President. While his colleagues appeared reticent, cagy and prevaricating on the raison d’etre, it was this selfsame OUK that took the gauntlet and spoke forcefully. The next day, the headlines told the story. Newspapers were awash, feasting on Kalu’s acerbic words that lacerated the President deeply.
Of course, Obj, not one to be browbeaten or let sleeping dogs lie roared back like the lion he was. But surprisingly, while his other colleagues recoiled and returned to their shells like disturbed snails, OUK stood tall and fought back, sparing no unkind words in confronting Baba Iyabo. That was it! Ndigbo had found another man of courage to tell their story and confront their foes.
I still recall that fateful day at the Federation Hall, Hotel Presidential in Enugu in 2021. It was OUK’s day at that year’s edition of World Igbo Day Summit, organised by the World Igbo Congress, a conglomeration propelled by Igbo leaders in the various parts of the word teaming up with like minds at home in a forceful move to create a new base of Igbo leadership.
The only person that had created such crowd in the quantity, but quality of attendance, was the late Ikemba Nnewi, Emeka Odumegwu Ojukwu. Remember the Ezeigbogburugburu at such rare events like the 2004 Mkpoko Igbo meeting in Enugu. I recall how people were practically sitting on each other’s heads and how even an ant could not crawl freely by – how the doors and windows were thrown open and people who found no space inside the hall, primed themselves by the windows and stretching their necks to at least catch his words if they couldn’t see him.
It was at that event that Kalu referred to Igbo leaders as “errand boys” to people in authority. Remember how the media celebrated that event and feasted with that headline! It was not only OUK’s words that travelled far and wide. His image and influence too.
In fact, I remember a particularly personal experience. I had visited one of OUK’s colleagues, a governor with whom I had more than a formal relationship.
I recall as we discussed freely on every subject matter in the world including the obvious gossips men engage in. I had already destroyed two criminally-cold Odeku, which I downed with tastefully-spiced, highly-tempting assorted roast goat meat on the centre table in front of me and was on the third, when my friend, introduced the OUK matter.
“This thing Orji is saying. I agree with him. I admire him,” my friend had ventured. “But you know I can’t do it,” he added – an unsolicited angle that implied an admixture of several emotions ranging from admiration, envy, frustration and even lamentation about his own inability. “But you’re more educated that him,” I interjected, to which he offered again – “but I can’t.”
That was OUK at that time. But then, the cookie crumbled. Nobody knows what entered his head. It must have been the story of that nwa nza, who ate so much and became so full that he challenged his chi to a wrestling match. One morning, Nigerians woke up to screaming headlines in various national newspapers.
One screamed: “Kalu apologises for Ndigbo fighting Biafran war!” That was it. It was like the man who built the Burj Khalifa coming one night to bury dynamites at the base, igniting it to bring the world’s tallest building down to rubbles. A gale of anger swept across Igboland. Denunciation, odium, insult, curses! They came in torrents from individuals and groups. They disavowed; they denounced? Nwataa ekwuwaa onu! Who sent him?
Having been blown-up from the foundation, the intricately-organic, boisterous and humongous trust architecture erected on the Igbo question in Nigeria has since crumbled – dissolving and disappearing like salt on impact with water leaving the once dearly-loved OUK empty and vulnerable. But OUK is a wise man. He wouldn’t be where he is today without that highly-prized element of survival – wisdom – street-wisdom as we call it here.
He has since done the needful – he simply took his equipment elsewhere. Today, he is the official and unofficial mouthpiece of the same forces he appeared to have detested so much in that short period of his reign as, what did they call him then? – The authentic Igbo leader. He has firmly displaced the errand boys of Igboland and assumed their role with the same boldness and fearlessness he confronted Obj to the admiration of even his colleagues.
What is more? APC, has offered him the platform! Today, he is the one preening, burnishing, deodorising, advertising and trumpeting every fetid, stinking, smelly, scheme dished out against Ndigbo from the APC mountainous compost.
Yes! Every putrid, decomposed and rotten element from the APC dumpsite is now handed over to him to clean up and throw to the people as their due offering – the same people he claims to love and lead.
Just as he was never far from his “friend” Muhammadu Buhari, today he is not only by the side of Bola Tinubu, his supposed mate in the class of ’99, but apparently squats somewhere in the ante-room of the Villa, waiting for the bell summoning him to another errand to take to his people.
That is the only reason he will look Ndigbo, nay, the world in the face and tell them that Mazi Nnamdi Kanu killed 30,000 Igbo people – probably more than Osama Bin Laden did as leader of Al-Qaeda. Or wasn’t that what he meant? Don’t ask me if he deliberately withhold the angle of his “friend” – Buhari in the details of those deaths, which he gleefully fielded out to his audience. Ask him when you see him.
More importantly, ask him also, did these 30,000 wasted souls include the young men massacred at the Onitsha Headbridge for just waving the Biafran flag which Buhari considered an act of terrorism? Did it include those wasted through the bullets of Buhari’s men at a school in Emene Enugu, or those men and women seen in a primary school, said to be somewhere in Okigwe, clapping and singing, when men dressed in military gears arrived, knelt down, took aim as in a shooting range and opened fire on? Even Buhari, OUK’s friend could not brace himself to watch the replay when confronted with the video in his interview with Al-Jazeera.
Did it include those who died in Operation Python Dance, including those who were mowed down in Kanu’s Afara Ukwu home in Umuahia, OUK’s backyard.
Yes! OUK told Ndigbo not to be emotional at the fate of MNK but hold him responsible for those 30,000 souls. Why not? But before then, he also needs to clear another intriguing factor? How come since the death of his idol all seem to have suddenly gone quiet with the UGM? How come the same UGM whom Buhari, a General in the Nigerian Army and a former Military Head of State, couldn’t deal with are now being smoked out from their fortresses like bush rats.
How come that they are now being demystified? Recent videos have shown people in Ihiala, Orsu, Lilu and other communities in Anambra and Imo, who had been sacked by the so-called UGM are now returning to their home, clearing the bushes and restoring their houses?
Surprisingly, they are doing so under Tinubu – a bloody civilian – at the death of Buhari – a General? What happened? What magic did Tinubu do? Did I hear you say the difference is in the absence of the “Original Sin? That Tinubu is not continuing the Biafran war against Ndigbo the way Buhari was, which is actually at the root of the entire saga and the reason Ndigbo died wotowoto under his supervision – at least, if Tinubu is, not with the same passion, the same hatred, the same bitterness or the same vengeance? Well, well!
Suddenly, the camps of the UGM – those impregnable fortress not even the world-class Nigerian Army that saved the people of Liberia and Sierra Leone could not penetrate – are now being breached by ordinary ragtag civilian forces and their occupants pulled out and taken away, shaking like leaves – the cowards they are.
In Anambra, for instance, we hear stories and entertained with images of how the Agunechemba – Soludo’s army, daily storm the camps of the evil men, which before now, not even the most fortified soldiers in the world could attempt and vanquish the so-called dreaded occupants, who had remained untouchable for years.
Suddenly, South East governors, who hitherto threw their hands in the air to the daily bloody assaults of the blood-thirsty group during Buhari’s time, seem to have found not only a fresh gusto, but the final solution to the menace.
No more for the apparent and obvious invincibility of the gang of killers. No more storming of prisons and releasing inmates, no more burning of police stations, no more attacking and killings at military checkpoints or destroying INEC facilities. South East is now singing a new song! Only because Buhari is no more?
One more thing! MNK is not the only Igbo the APC appears interested in his case. Now, they have dealt with the noisy International Terrorist – apologies James Omotosho – Justice of the Federal High Court (JFHC), what about Peter Obi?
Tinubu, has just conveyed to him through Bayo Onanuga that he is in his radar. Before now the former Governor of Anambra State and Labour Party candidate in the 2023 presidential election has been accused of everything evil under the Nigerian sun.
Apart from accusing him of sponsoring the last hunger protest that reverberated across Nigeria, last year, Tinubu, through Onanugu and Reno Omokri, say he was the one who went to tell POTUS Donald Trump that Muslims are killing Christians in Nigeria. They say it was Obi who asked POTUS Trump to come gun-a-blazing!
For this “atrocious” act to Nigeria, the President has promised neither to forget or forgive.
Now the question to OUK: What should Obi do? It is evident that since that criminal act of undressing the big Lagos masquerade, exposing and disgracing it in that 2023 election, the Egugun house has neither forgotten nor forgiven and is out to have its pound of flesh.What should Ndigbo – nay – the world expect about their beloved son? Another MNK fate?
But ultimately, the bigger question is the bigger question. How are Ndigbo going to survive the APC-Nigeria now that it is obvious that handing them down the fourth-class citizen is not enough and the APC wants more. We must ask, because, OUK – you’re not only our eyes and ears – you’re an honourable man – a distinguished Senator!
_ 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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