TOMPOLO, THE MOUNTAIN THAT CANNOT FALL: DEBUNKING THE FABRICATION_Tompolo NEVER Spoke on Nnamdi Kanu's Release

Some men are like grass -- thin, fragile, bending under the smallest wind.  

One careless footstep and they are crushed beneath the heel,  

their names forgotten before the sun sets.  

But Tompolo is not grass.  

Tompolo is the mountain that rises where the sky bends and meets the earth,  

too high for mortal hands to touch,  

too strong for the rage of storms to break.  

He is the rock older than memory,  

the unshakable earth beneath the feet of the Niger Delta.  

No hurricane can scatter his stones,  

no flood can wash away his name from the map of time.  

Those who whisper in shadows,  

scribbling lies with ink brewed from envy and bitterness,  

believe they can unseat a man  

handpicked by the gods of the Niger waters  

and trusted by the government of the day.  

Foolish wanderers in the dry desert of self-deceit,  

you cannot uproot the deep-rooted iroko tree with bare hands,  

for its roots drink from rivers older than you.  

You cannot intimidate the lion in his forest,  

and you cannot silence the drumbeat of a name  

that echoes through creeks and cities alike.  

Tompolo stands as the immovable center,  

the anchor in the river, the voice of the tide,  

the watchman of his people,  

and no mortal tongue can cut him down.  

Tompolo’s name is sewn into the fabric of the tides,  

stitched by the fingers of the ancestors themselves.  

His deeds are carved into rock and coral by winds older than our fathers.  

His word is solid ground,

when he says yes, it remains yes as surely as the sun must rise;  

when he says no, it remains no as surely as night will fall.  

No gambling with the truth,  

no betrayal to the trust that binds the Niger Delta together.  

This is TOMPOLO – THE MOUNTAIN THAT CANNOT FALL: DEBUNKING THE FABRICATION,

the truth that stands above all false words,  

the proof that cuts the rope of wicked rumors.  

He will never bite the hand of loyalty,  

and he will never twist the face of justice for his own gain.  

In service to the nation,  

he stands like a fortress upon the shoreline,  

watching, protecting, building brick by brick  

the fragile oil lifelines that feed this country.  

He is the sentinel of the creeks,  

the quiet guardian of the land and water,  

the one who ensures peace flows where chaos would rise.  

He will not dip his tongue into matters that do not concern him,  

for his mission is straight as a well-drawn spear.  

What is his business with Nnamdi Kanu?  

Is Kanu Tompolo’s brother, his in-law, his friend, his kin? The answer is NO.  

Tompolo’s friendship rests with the Federal Government,  

and he knows that whatever quarrels exist  

shall be settled by those whose duty it is to settle them.  

You who scream and cry for Tompolo’s downfall, listen well,  

your voices are wasted wind against an iron wall.  

The one chosen by God,  

the one poured over with blessings by the ancestors,  

cannot be dragged into the mud  

by hands weaker than wet paper.  

You cannot crush granite with the fist,  

you cannot choke the hurricane with rope,  

you cannot burn the rain,  

you cannot defame Tompolo.  

He is as unbreakable as the foreshore wall in Ayakoromo,  

as enduring as the stones beneath the ocean,  

a fortress beyond the reach of human fingers  

and the cackling tongues of loquacious fools.  

Stop before your foolishness rises to strike your own head.  

The spirits of the waters do not sleep,  

their eyes are sharp and they watch Tompolo day and night.  

Do not tempt the slap of the gods,  

for their slap can bend your destiny like a dry reed in the harmattan wind.  

Be warned.  

For Tompolo is not just a man,  

he is a MAN in letters carved from iron,  

a presence larger than the river’s width,  

a name carried by the tides and guarded by the ancestors.  

No man born of woman can bring him down;  

not the schemer, not the coward in hiding, not the loud fool.  

Tompolo is the unbreakable rock shaped by divine hands,  

the storm tamer,  

the timeless strength of the Niger Delta.  

So let it be known from creek to city,  

from the edge of the mangrove to the heart of Abuja,

those who try to soil the friendship  

between Tompolo and the Federal Government  

are only chasing the shadow of their own lies.  

They have fooled no one but themselves,  

wasting breath like smoke in the wind.  

The bond stands firm, unshaken,  

for the tide does not break its covenant with the shore.  

Tompolo’s place is set, his trust secured,  

and all the noise of jealous hearts  

is nothing but a drum with no skin,

empty, hollow, and soon forgotten.  

EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO -- writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State  

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Sen. 𝐍𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐨 preaches 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐲, 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 he pity 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, refers to them standing with one leg without balance

“I Feel Sorry For Any Man With One Wife. It Is Like Standing On A Single Leg Thinking That You Won't Fall. Every Man Should Try To Marry At Least Four Wives

Senator Ned Nwoko on Sunday said he feels sorry for men with one wife, insisting that polygamy provides men greater stability and balance. When asked how he copes with managing four wives—something many men find nearly impossible- Nwoko hesitated for a while before reacting.

“That is a different topic for discussion on another day. Yes, every man should do that. The example I give is this: just imagine telling you to stand on one foot or leg. You know how difficult it is. But to stand on two, three, four is much more balanced. That’s just the example I give. So I feel sorry for those who have one wife because it’s difficult to stand on one leg,” he stated.

DR. OTUARO: EMPOWERING MINDS AND REBUILDING THE NIGER DELTA THROUGH FORMAL EDUCATION-Nurturing the seeds of Education in Foreign Lands-

He walks with the calm of a man who knows the road before setting foot on the journey.  

Dr. Dennis Otuaro is not a gambler who wins by chance,  

he is a captain with a clear compass in the storm,  

a round peg in a round hole,  

fitting his mission to the shape of the Niger Delta’s needs  

with the certainty of daylight chasing away night.  

This October, he steps cross the seas to London,  

not for leisure, not to hide in grand halls,  

but to meet his students -- young sons and daughters of the Niger Delta,  

those who carry the amnesty vision in their minds and books.  

He comes like a father visiting children in far lands,  

not forgetting them after sending them abroad,  

but checking if the seeds he planted  

are growing strong in the gardens of foreign soil.  

For him, planting hope is not enough;  

he must tend the roots, clear the weeds, and water the dreams.  

When Dr. Otuaro sits with his scholars in that London hall,  

it will not be a cold meeting of speeches and papers;  

it will be warm, like fire shared in the cold,  

voices blending in honest talk about progress and challenges.  

He will listen, he will guide, he will remind them  

that education is the golden key  

which can open the iron gates keeping prosperity away from the Niger Delta.  

His hands carry hope like fresh palm wine  

poured into the cups of young minds thirsty for change.  

He believes, with a heart carved from truth,  

that books can be stronger than bullets,  

that classrooms can heal what conflict has broken.  

The theme of the day -- "Empowering Minds, Rebuilding the Niger Delta through Formal Education'

is more than words to him;  

it is the song of his journey, the path of his purpose.  

He is building bridges across waters,  

joining the creeks of his homeland to the streets of London,  

so the world will know the Niger Delta not as a place of trouble,  

but as a land of promise, vision, and rising stars.  

We rain praises upon Dr. Otuaro like showers on thirsty soil,  

for his thoughts run deep like the River Nun,  

feeding the roots of a new Niger Delta  

where young men and women will rise like the morning sun  

over the calm waters of peace and prosperity.  

Dr. Otuaro’s name is a drumbeat in our hearts,  

a rhythm of hope, a song of tomorrow.  

He is a leader whose path is lit with the fire of purpose,  

whose steps are sure, whose vision is clear,  

and whose mission is written in the wide skies  

above the mangroves and creeks he calls home.  

EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State

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EMEFIELE –THE BIG PEACOCK WHO MISTOOK HIMSELF FOR AN EAGLE AND ENDED UP AS ROASTED CHICKEN

-- The Foolish Fox Who Guarded the Hens and Became the Stew -

Emefiele sat in the Central Bank like a big, proud peacock in a golden cage,  

showing off feathers bought with the hunger of the people.  

He counted money he never worked for,  

touching the vault as if it was his father’s yam barn.  

People called him Governor,  

but he was more like a greedy termite,  

slowly eating the country’s wood while telling us it was “financial policy.”  

He stole in lazy daylight,  

not with the speed of a hawk,  

but with the patient wickedness of a fat rat that knows the kitchen door is always open.  

Four trillion naira went into his pocket,  

not to feed the people,  

but as gold-plated lunch to make his belly and pride bigger.  

He swallowed it slowly like a drunk savoring palm wine,  

careful not to spill even one drop of that stolen sweetness.  

Emefiele, the show-off peacock,  

dragging sacks of stolen money like a fisherman hauling dead tilapia from dirty waters.  

Then he dreamed of being president,  

thinking he could cook the nation’s soup  

with stolen meat and stolen firewood.  

He wanted to govern us with pockets dripping in fraud  

and believed votes could be bought like bags of rice during elections.  

But greed married foolishness in his heart.  

His mind was weak like a candle dancing in the wind,  

his thinking blunt like a rusty cutlass,  

his ambition loud like an empty drum.  

He forgot a simple truth,

the fox guarding the hens always eats them,  

but when the owner comes, the fox becomes dinner.  

And the dinner party -- oh, what a zoo!  

He was not the only animal at the feast.  

Other vultures sat around the table,  

wiping their beaks with Nigeria’s flag.  

One deputy governor returned five hundred million dollars,  

a political prince hid two hundred and seventy-five million in his small child’s account,  

as if children now play with gold bars and company shares instead of toys.  

It was a grand wedding of fraud,  

a festival of cheating,  

where the bride was the nation’s treasury  

and the groom was every corrupt hand in government.  

Then the hunter came with bow and arrow.  

The peacock cried,  

the hyena coughed.  

Trillions returned — yes -- 

but the smell of rot is not washed off by a bucket of water.  

Many days belong to the thief,  

but one day belongs to the owner.  

And on that day, the peacock finally learns  

that flying was never in his blood.  

Now Emefiele is in detention,  

two long years of sitting with his shame,  

paying for his sins,  

learning that the road of stealing ends behind prison bars.  

This is the suffering all political thieves must face  

if they refuse to repent and stop eating the nation alive.  

Nigeria must beware ,

the farm is not safe just because one predator is skinned.  

In the shadows, foxes rehearse their theft.  

If we turn off the sunlight, the barn will once again be full,

not of harvest, but of weevils.  

Tomorrow’s thief already wears yesterday’s stolen crown.  

When a man eats food that belongs to everyone,  

one day the people will eat his joy.  

If you plant corruption, you will harvest disgrace.  

Emefiele’s feathers no longer shine —  

he sits behind bars, waiting for the day  

his name will be carved in the book of foolish thieves.  

A once-proud peacock plucked and cooked,  

served as a warning on the people’s table:  

that no thief’s feast lasts forever,  

and the same pot he filled with stolen meat  

is now boiling his own pride and greed into stew.  

He ended up as a roasted chicken in the hunter's pot,

Feathers still shining,

stupidity still intact 

EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State

Otuaro gives reason for expand of Presidential Amnesty scholarship scheme, hails President Tinubu, NSA Ribadu for support of initiative

The Administrator of the Presidential Amnesty Programme, Dr Dennis Otuaro, has expressed his unwavering commitment to ensuring that more indigent students and communities of the Niger Delta benefit from the PAP scholarship scheme.

He stated this while explaining what informed his decision to expand the scheme and increase formal education opportunities for poor students, and to build a huge manpower base in the region.

Otuaro spoke during an interactive session in London on Saturday with the beneficiaries of the scholarship initiative deployed for undergraduate and post-graduate programmes in universities across the United Kingdom.

The engagement, which was at the instance of the PAP boss, provided an opportunity for the Office and the scholarship students to discuss issues pertaining to their welfare and challenges with a view to addressing them.

Otuaro said that while in-country scholarship deployment was 3800 in the 2024/2025 academic year, the figure increased to 3900 in the 2025/2026 and foreign scholarships were about 200.

He attributed the increase in deployment to the massive support of President Bola Tinubu and the Office of the National Security Adviser.

Otuaro stressed that he was greatly encouraged by the President and the NSA, Mallam Nuhu Ribadu, and that he knows how impressed both of them are concerning the PAP initiatives, which align with the Renewed Hope Agenda.

He reiterated his call on the students to justify the huge investment in their education by the Federal Government by studying hard to make good grades.

He also urged them to conduct themselves and be responsible ambassadors of Nigeria while in the U.K, stressing that "you will be adding value to your families and communities when you complete your programmes successfully."

The PAP helmsman said, "We want the scholarship programme to impact more students and communities in the Niger Delta. That's why we have expanded it and increased formal education opportunities.

"We want you to take this opportunity very seriously so that the government, too, will be encouraged. I know how much support His Excellency, President Bola Tinubu GCFR, gives to the Presidential Amnesty Programme.

"Mr President and the National Security Adviser (NSA), Mallam Nuhu Ribadu, are very impressed with what we are doing. On your behalf I would like to, once again , thank His Excellency and the NSA for giving you this life-changing opportunity. We are confident that Mr President and the NSA will continue to support us.

"The knowledge you are receiving in your institutions today is to enable you plan yourself and prepare for the future. Whatever knowledge you gain cannot be taken from you. 

"So as PAP scholarship students, we expect responsible and good behaviour from you. Government is investing heavily in you and you have the obligation to justify the investment. Be agents of change and avoid acts of mischief while in the U.K."

Signed:

Mr Igoniko Oduma 

Special Assistant on Media to the Administrator, Presidential Amnesty Programme

26/10/2025.

Featured Article: “LETTERS To The UNBORN”_By William Z. Bozimo

I write to those whose faces I may never see. The unborn souls who will inherit both our dreams and our dust. You, who will open your eyes to a world we shaped with trembling hands. May you find enough light to read the lessons we left behind. We were a generation of contradictions, loud in our faith, yet sometimes silent in our love; rich in inventions, but poor in patience; connected through humanity, yet divided by pride. 

If history ever whispers about us, may it say: they tried. To you, dear unborn, we owe you all apologies wrapped in advice. We built towers but forgot to build trust; We took precedence over the atmosphere but lost sight of our neighbours; we taught machines to think but forgot to prepare hearts to feel. Please, Learn from us not to repeat our errors, but to rise above them with gentleness. When you find the ruins of our age, don’t despair. 

As every generation leaves both scars and seeds. But yours is to plant where we faltered, to forgive where we failed, and to sing where we stayed silent. The pen that writes this will turn to dust, but words, if honest outlive the hand that shaped them. So I write, not for applause, but as a bridge across time. Carry these letters not as commandments, but candles, and prayers once unspoken but now dressed in ink and intention.

Dear child of tomorrow, I write across the silence of years, to the ones yet unborn who will inherit our laughter, our mistakes, and our unfinished prayers. For the future is not a place but a people, waiting to be kind where we were cruel, to hope where we were tired, and to heal where we were broken. We built bridges of metal, but not enough of mercy. We conquered speed, but not greed. We explored the world, yet lost touch with ourselves.

The unborn are not strangers, but echoes of our own souls, still rehearsing their entrance into the world’s grand theatre. To them, we bequeath not perfection, but a promise that even before their first cry, we were already listening. They are whispers inked in hope, and carried by faith across the invisible bridge between the living and the yet-to-be. Each word trembles with longing, as though its reader may not come in our season, but in another dawn where memory meets promise

But don’t let our flaws frighten you because every scar we leave can become your map to healing. When you rise, do better, love louder, wait longer, and forgive faster. The world you’re coming to is weary, but it still has room for your light. These are my letters to the unborn. Though not carved in stone, it is written in hope. In the quiet cradle of tomorrow, where time has not yet dared to breathe. These letters rest and are folded between the sighs of eternity. 

To the unborn, I write not to instruct, but to remind you that love precedes existence, and sacrifice lays the first brick of every generation’s inheritance.

✍🏽 William Z. Bozimo

Veteran Journalist | Columnist | National Memory Keeper

Just-ln: Tompolo distances self from false report on giving FG ultimatum over Nnamdi Kanu, warns against peddlers of fake news

The Ibe-Ebidouwei of Ijaw Nation and Chairman of Tantita Security Services Nigeria Limited, High Chief Government Oweizide Ekpemupolo, popularly known as Tompolo, has dismissed a viral social media publication claiming he issued a 21-day ultimatum to the Federal Government for the release of detained IPOB leader, Nnamdi Kanu.

In a statement signed by his media consultant, Dr. Paul Bebenimibo, described the report as “false, malicious, and the handiwork of enemies” bent on tarnishing his reputation and undermining his ongoing efforts to curb illegal crude oil operations in the Niger Delta.

“Tompolo did not author the said publication. He has nothing to do with the issue of Nnamdi Kanu,” the statement read. “It is clearly the handiwork of those who want to discredit and pull him down because of his stance against illegal crude oil activities in the region.”

Bebenimibo emphasized that despite the smear attempts, the Ijaw leader remains resolute in his mission to eliminate oil theft and other illicit activities in the Niger Delta.

Reaffirming his loyalty to President Bola Ahmed Tinubu, the statement added that Tompolo “is fully in support of the renewed hope agenda” and remains committed to its success.

“We wish to reassure the Federal Government, led by our dynamic President Bola Ahmed Tinubu, that Tompolo is with him and will continue to support the renewed agenda of his government,” the statement continued.

It further noted that the Ibe-Ebidouwei of Ijaw nation not only stands by the President but also endorses his bid for a second term in office.

The statement urged the public and the Federal Government to disregard the false publication, reiterating that Tompolo remains focused on promoting peace, stability, and national development.