-The Enemies of Peace Will Fail-
In the restless heart of the Niger Delta,
where the rivers twist like giant sleeping serpents
and the palm trees bow gently to the oil-rich wind,
dark voices have begun to rise ,
voices dripping poison into the waters,
seeking to stain the names of our protectors.
High Chief Government Ekpemupolo, the world calls him Tompolo,
stands like a tall iroko tree in the storm,
his roots deep in the soil of the Delta,
his branches spread wide to shield the people from unrest.
Beside him walks Dr. Dennis Otuaro,
steadfast as morning light,
his steps guiding the Presidential Amnesty Programme
along paths where openness is the lamp,
and progress flows like a calm river at dawn.
Engineer Mathew Tonlagha, Vice Chairman of Tantita Security,
moves with the quiet might of a seasoned sailor,
reading the tides, sealing the leaks,
keeping the black blood of our land
safe from the greedy cups of oil thieves.
Engineer Kestin Pondi, the Managing Director of Tantita,
is the watchman of this fortress,
his eyes scanning every channel,
his vigilance a shield against the shadows
that creep along pipeline veins at midnight.
Together they stand
Tompolo, the warrior wave,
Otuaro, the voice of peace,
Tonlagha, the calm navigator,
and Pondi, the unblinking sentinel.
These men are not mere names,
they are pillars of the Delta house,
each one a stone carved with dedication,
each one a torch burning against the dark.
The mischief makers -- failed merchants of greed,
contractors with hollow pockets,
yell from the riverbank,
their placards flapping like the wings of restless bats.
They say our protectors build cages in secret,
that their crowns are made of cruelty,
but these are paper tigers,
drawn by hands soaked in envy
and sold cheaply to the market of lies.
Their mission is not justice,
but fire,
fire to scorch the bridge between the Government and the people,
fire to destroy the peace planted in the South-South’s fertile soil.
Yet peace now has deep roots here,
watered by unity,
guarded by these four pillars who keep watch day and night.
Tantita Security Services Nigeria Limited,
the spear in Tompolo’s hand,
moves like spirits along the pipelines,
catching thieves before they drink the nation’s wealth.
Every intercepted theft is a nail in the coffin of chaos,
every patrol a song of protection for Nigeria’s economic heart.
Those who throw stones at these hands of service
do not seek truth ,
they seek the shattering of mirrors
that have long reflected their own decay.
But the Delta knows,
and the Delta remembers:
without these men and their company,
our oil would bleed into the soil
and our children’s laughter would drown in fear.
So let the rivers carry away the lies.
Let Tompolo’s iroko shadow spread wider still,
let Otuaro’s guiding light shine brighter,
let Tonlagha’s calm helm steer straighter,
let Pondi’s sharpened eyes never close.
For as long as these guardians hold their post,
the Niger Delta will stand strong ,
and in the shade of the palms,
the children will once again dance
to the heartbeat of a land at peace.
EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State
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