Nigeria today feels like a huge house on fire -- the kind where the flames are already licking the ceiling, the smoke is thick, and the smell of burning cloth fills the air. And in the middle of this inferno, President Tinubu, instead of grabbing an extinguisher, is pouring more petrol on the walls. You would think a man living in a burning building would want to fight the fire. But here we are.
In just three days, the country has been rocked like an old rickety bus on a bad road -- an Army General cut down, schoolgirls snatched in Kebbi, and kidnappers running wild like they have signed a contract to supply fear to every home. If this is not an assault on our nation, then I don’t know what else to call it. And yet… what has become the big government ‘project’ this week? Yes, Wike -- the Minister of Thunderstorms -- is busy attacking the PDP Secretariat as if that brick and mortar is the main enemy of Nigeria.
It is almost like you have robbers in your home, but instead of locking the doors, the landlord hires Wike to knock holes in the walls so the thieves can walk in comfortably. The security roof is leaking, but Wike is inside dancing on the ceiling in heavy boots. Every step he takes rattles the whole house, but somehow the President treats it like background music.
To make matters worse, the world is watching. Trump has already thrown shade, calling us a disgraced country and even rattling his sabre about military action. A serious government would take that as a loud wake-up call. But our reply? Singing campaign songs in front of judges, as if melodies could stop bullets or rescue our kidnapped daughters.
And here’s Wike again -- one moment insulting the military, the next tearing into opposition strongholds. You had think he was on a personal mission to scatter the little fabric of democracy we still have left. He is like the drummer who insists on beating his drum in the middle of a funeral -- loud, off‑beat, and totally ignoring the mood.
Tinubu’s supporters are calling for unity, telling us to rally around the President as if hugging a man who is drenched in petrol and waving a lighter is some act of patriotism. This is not unity; it’s suicide by loyalty. When danger is this close and the leadership is this reckless, the question is simple: do you run towards them… or save yourself?
Right now, Nigeria’s bleeding wounds need doctors, not demolition workers like Wike. But instead of surgeons, Tinubu has Wike — a man who can’t see a crack without turning it into a crater. The nation is under siege by kidnappers and insurgents, yet the focus of this administration seems to be on settling political playground disputes, as if Abuja were just a market square for personal grudges.
These optics are terrible. It is like telling the world: “Yes, our house is collapsing, but please, watch us fight about who sits on which chair in the living room.” International respect? Straight into the gutter. Security? Becoming a bedtime fairy tale.
If President Tinubu truly wants to lead, now is the time to face the fire, beg for help if he must -- from friends, foes, even strangers. Because sovereignty is meaningless if our people are dying in the streets and our daughters in captivity cry themselves to sleep at night. You cannot wrap yourself in the flag when it is soaked in blood.
Wike may think he is playing politics, but right now, his antics aren’t just embarrassing , they’re gasoline poured on Nigeria’s raging fire. And if Tinubu keeps him roaming free like a bull in a china shop, then this government might well be remembered as the arsonist that danced while the country burned.
EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State
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