In the King's Court, How a Person's True Nature is Revealed Through Their Behavior, lntentions and Not by Their Wealth or Status

A man came to the king's court seeking a job. He was asked about his qualifications. He replied, "I can tell you about anyone, human or animal, just by looking at their face."

The king was impressed and made him the in-charge of his special horse stable. After a few days, the king asked him about his favorite horse. He replied, "The horse is not of good breed."

The king was surprised and asked the horse's caretaker, who revealed that the horse's mother had died at birth, and it was raised by a cow.

The king asked the man how he knew the horse wasn't of good breed. He replied, "When the horse eats grass, it bends down like a cow, whereas a good breed horse picks up the grass and eats with its head held high."

The king was pleased with his observation skills and rewarded him with grains, ghee, chickens, and goats. He was then appointed to the queen's palace.

After some time, the king asked him about the queen. He replied, "She has the manners of a queen, but she is not born into a royal family."

The king's legs trembled, and he asked his mother-in-law, who revealed that they had adopted a child from another family since their own child had died at six months.

The king asked the man how he knew. He replied, "A person from a royal family has a certain way of treating others, which the queen lacks."

The king was pleased again and rewarded him. After some time, the king asked him about himself. He replied, "If my life is spared, I will tell." The king promised to spare his life, and he said, "You are neither the king's son nor do you have the manners of a king."

The king was furious but had promised to spare his life. He went to his mother, who revealed that he was actually the son of a shepherd and not their biological child.

The king asked the man how he knew. He replied, "When kings reward someone, they give jewels and riches. But you give goats, sheep, and food items, like a shepherd's son would."

The story concludes that a person's true nature is revealed through their behavior and intentions, not by their wealth or status.

Tompolo Pledges Support for Peace as he Donates ₦10B for Delta State Security Trust Fund, Says Security is the Cornerstone for Sustainable Development

Government Ekpemupolo, popularly known as Tompolo, on Wednesday has donated Ten Billion naira (₦10B) to the Delta State Security Trust Fund, first public appearance after 15 years in the creek.

He was the Chief Launcher of the Delta State Security Trust Fund at a ceremony held at the Government House, Asaba.

The historic event, presided over by Governor Sheriff Oborevwori, drew top government officials, security Chiefs, traditional rulers, and key stakeholders from across Delta State.

He donated ten billion towards the Delta security trust fund as the Chief launcher. The donation was announced by the managing director of Tantita security company, High Chief Kestin Pondi, while the chairman of Tantita High Chief Government Ekpemupolo looks on with smile as the crowd went silent shortly after the huge donation announcement.

Tompolo’s appearance marked his first formal public engagement with the government in years, attracting significant attention from political observers and community leaders.

The Delta State Security Trust Fund, an initiative of the Oborevwori administration, seeks to mobilize resources to strengthen security infrastructure, enhance intelligence gathering, and improve coordination among security agencies across the state.

Speaking on behalf of Tompolo, Chief Kestin Pondi at the ceremony held at the Government House, described the initiative as a “strategic investment in peace, progress, and the protection of lives and property.”

He lauded Governor Sheriff Oborevwori and the State Security Council for their visionary leadership in institutionalizing a public–private partnership framework to tackle emerging security challenges across the state.

“Security is the cornerstone of sustainable development. No community, no investor, and indeed no government can thrive in an atmosphere of insecurity,” Tompolo said.

He noted that the Fund represents more than a financial contribution, but a long-term commitment to making Delta safer, stronger, and more secure.

Tompolo, who has been actively involved in security operations in the Niger Delta region, emphasized that effective security requires both resources and collaboration among stakeholders. He therefore urged citizens, business leaders, and community groups to contribute sincerely to the Fund’s success.

“As citizens and stakeholders, it is our collective responsibility to support this fund with sincerity and commitment,” he stated.

Pledging his personal support, Tompolo said his contribution went beyond financial value, describing it as a pledge of continued partnership and active collaboration toward a peaceful and prosperous Delta State.

He expressed optimism that with unity of purpose, Delta could build a society “where people live without fear, where children can dream freely, and where development flourishes without hindrance.”

The event, attended by top government officials, security chiefs, traditional rulers, and business leaders, marked Tompolo’s first major public appearance in more than a decade, drawing wide attention from across the Niger Delta region.

“The Exodus of Healers: When the Caregivers Need Care”_By William Z. Bozimo

The silence at the departure gates at airports across Africa and Asia is now noticeable as one can almost hear the hush of heartbreak and uncertainty, with their white uniforms and other different colourful scrubs folded into suitcases, alongside other necessary certifications clutched like passports of deliverance. These people are not just tourists leaving, they are lifelines departing. When empathy becomes an export of what we fundamentally need such as our best teachers, brightest doctors, and kind-hearted nurses, it is no longer an alliance but an imbalance with courteous paperwork.

Is it wrong to seek better pay, safer work, or a brighter future? The simple answer is no. But the tragedy now lies in the system that forces healers to flee before they can reform. Doctors Nurses, midwives, carers, men and women whose hands once steadied the trembling pulse of a nation now wave goodbye to the wards they built with sweat and prayers. They board flights to London, Toronto, Riyadh, and Sydney, seeking dignity, stability, and safety. Yet every stride toward the jet bridge lies a paradox: the healers themselves are fleeing wounds they did not inflict as they bleed locally.

In the United Kingdom for example, continuous changes in immigration and visa rules have turned gratitude into uncertainty. Overseas caregivers who were once hailed as pandemic heroes now face regular shifting of goalposts and economic pressures that bruise their morale. Meanwhile, in countries like Nigeria, the Philippines, Ghana, and Kenya to name a few, are now faced with a shortage of staff in their various hospitals that echo with emptiness as Patients outnumber nurses and surgical lists grow dusty. 

Some pregnant women pass away due to a prolonged waiting time for their midwives who are now caring for someone else’s grandmother abroad. The statistics whisper a silent crisis as more than half a million healthcare professionals have migrated from developing nations in the past five years. But beyond the data lies a deeper ache, the loss of continuity, mentorship, and community care. The question is who heals the healers? The stethoscope that was once a symbol of compassion, now doubles as a passport. The future of healthcare must not be defined by migration, but by mutual restoration.

Many healthcare workers abroad do double shifts, caring for the elderly, the frail, and the forgotten, while their own families age without them. They soothe strangers’ pain but swallow their own loneliness between shifts. When policies change, pay lags, or homesickness hits, they must smile, because “they should be strong.” But we all know that strength is not the absence of tears as healers also bleed silently and professionally. The simple question now is who heals them? Who listens when the caregiver breaks? This is an explicit case of a tale within two systems and until we develop a structure that rewards empathy at home, we will continue to lose great potential in foreign soil.

While the government count remittances, families hope for blessings; but health care workers calculate endless hours that trade presence for provision. The Exodus of Healers asks us to look not at those leaving, but at what drives them to leave. This should challenge policymakers to create an enabling environment where care is not martyrdom.

But there is still hope, though faint but faithful. Perhaps one day, when nations learn that healing begins with how they treat their healers, then the white uniforms and multi coloured scrubs will not have to travel so far to find peace and fulfilment in their chosen careers.

✍🏽 William Z. Bozimo

Veteran Journalist | Columnist | National Memory Keeper

BIG BROTHER NAIJA: RAISING CHILDREN WHO EAT ROTTEN FRUIT_By: Ebi Kedikumo

My children, gather close and listen well

You know I have seen many seasons come and go.  

Rainy season, dry season, war season, harvest season, 

but now there is a strange season in our land.  

It is the season of the Big Brother  

Ten harvests have passed since it first came,  

and every year it comes like a market day  

where the sellers display not farm produce,  

but the nakedness of their bodies and the noise of their loquacious tongues.  

They call it “entertainment.”  

But my people,  

if a dance makes the ancestors turn their faces away,  

should that dance be done in the village square?  

When I was young,  

we learnt that the road to honour was long,  

and the load of success was carried with sweat and patience.  

But now, our sons believe  

that the road to riches is short and wide,  

paved with quarrels, shamelessness, and the opening of legs.  

Our daughters think  

that respect can be thrown away  

like the peel of an orange,  

as long as the world is watching.  

Ah! This is not the Nigeria we dreamt of. 

Look around you:  

our schools are like broken calabashes that hold no water.  

Our hospitals are places where the living go  

and the dead return.  

Our youths wander like goats that have lost the shepherd,  

but we pour millions into feeding this Big Brother house

Money that could mend the roof of a leaking classroom,  

money that could buy tools for a farmer’s hands,  

money that could fill the pot in a hungry home,

instead, it buys glamour for a show  

that teaches the young to prize wealth without work.  

Tell me, my people,  

will a tree grow straight if its young shoot is bent?  

What fruit will come from a farm  

where weeds are carefully watered every day?  

Big Brother Naija fills young minds  

with a hunger for quick fame,  

but fame that grows overnight is like yam without roots,

one wind will topple it.  

I am not saying let there be no laughter in the land.  

I am saying: let our laughter  

be like the palm wine after a day’s labour —  

sweet, earned, and shared with dignity.  

Let us put stories before the youth  

that sharpen their minds like the blacksmith’s blade,  

that remind them of the strength of their grandfathers,  

and the virtue of their grandmothers.  

Ten seasons we have danced to this noisy drum,  

but the song has brought no harvest.  

It has only brought dust into the nostrils of our children.  

Perhaps it is time to break the drumstick,  

to let silence fall long enough  

for us to remember who we are.  

For a nation is like a garden:  

plant okra, you will pluck okra;  

plant shame, you will harvest disgrace.  

The earth does not lie.

My people,  

the choice of seed is in our hands.  

EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town Delta State

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Lokpobiri lauds Tompolo on peace in Niger Delta, appeals to FG to expand the scope of Tantita, Maton contracts in South-South region

Francis Tayor 

Rivers State______The National President of the Ijaw Youth Council (IYC) Worldwide, Sir Jonathan Lokpobiri Snr, has lauded High Chief. Government Oweizide Ekpemupolo, alias Tompolo for his frantic efforts in restoring peace in the Niger Delta region through his pipeline surveillance contract job by empowering thousands of youths, men and women in the region over the last three years, while appealing to the Federal Government for expansion of the scope of Tantita Security Services and Maton Engineering contracts.

Lokpobiri made the commendation and appeal on Tuesday at the Community Critical Stakeholders Appreciation meeting held at the EUI Event Centre in Port Harcourt City, courtesy by Tantita Security Services Limited and Maton Engineering Nig Limited, two major oil and gas infrastructure surveillance contractors in the region.

The ceremony’s mandate was to review significant progress and officially appreciate the vital role community leaders and traditional rulers play in securing Nigeria’s critical energy assets.

Addressing a room filled with traditional leaders, security chiefs, and youth representatives, Sir Jonathan Lokpobiri Snr lauded the host companies for their consistently increasing capacity, which he directly linked to a crucial boost in Nigeria's daily oil production figures.

The IYC President then made a powerful and sincere acknowledgement of Chief Government Oweizide Ekpempolo (Tompolo), recognizing his "huge sacrifices and role in the sustenance of peace and security in the Niger Delta region."

“His name resonates positively with all sons and daughters of the region, especially given his background of the arms struggle,” Lokpobiri stated emphatically. “Today we are enjoying relative peace and security in the region courtesy of his efforts.”

Building on the proven success of the security contracts, the IYC leader pivoted to a demand for strategic expansion. Sir Lokpobiri strongly appealed to the Federal Government to significantly increase the funding and mandate of Tantita Security Services and Maton Engineering.

He argued that their capacity should be expanded beyond securing pipelines and oil infrastructure to include the protection of Terminals and well heads, ensuring they can continue to deliver maximally on national security and production goals.

Furthermore, Lokpobiri issued a passionate call for environmental equity, urging the Federal Government to immediately extend the ongoing cleanup exercise in Ogoniland to all communities across the entire Niger Delta region. He stressed that these host communities are negatively affected by daily oil exploration activities and deserve comprehensive remediation.

In commending the contractors’ leadership for their "human face" approach in involving critical community stakeholders, Sir Lokpobiri confirmed that the Niger Delta environment is “gradually healing” from the widespread damage caused by illegal oil bunkering and oil theft.

The high-level attendance underscored the deep commitment of regional stakeholders to maintaining this trajectory of peace and infrastructure protections.

Buhari: President Of Plenty Talk, Zero Work-The General Who Misplaced Nigeria_By: Ebikabowei Kedikumo

So, Buhari didn’t die in Abuja.  

He didn’t die in his hometown Daura.  

He didn’t even die anywhere near the soil he ruled over for 8 years.  

Nope -- the General coughed his last breath in London,  

inside a very expensive hospital bed,  

under bright foreign lights,  

surrounded by people whose English pronunciation could make BBC proud.  

Far away from the Nigerian streets that survived his “shhh” style of government,  

far away from the voices he decided to ignore.  

far away from the cries he closed his ears to.

He was 82.  

Nobody pulled out tissue paper.  

The soil did not sing.

The ground didn’t shake in sorrow.  

This wasn’t the passing of a hero,

it was simply the quiet end of an emperor 

whose throne was basically  

a fancy chair with nothing to show for it.  

For 8 whole years,  

Nigeria breathed the air of his “silent presidency.”  

Not the calming type of silence,

but that awkward silence you hear when NEPA takes light mid-conversation.  

It was heavy, useless,  

and you could almost slice it into pieces and serve it during dinner,

if only people had money for dinner.  

He watched students stand outside locked school gates,  

counting wasted years like old rusty coins.  

He watched mothers cry like taps left on,  

their sons lying on the road during #EndSARS.  

He watched herdsmen turn dark nights into bonfire disasters,  

villages disappearing in smoke.  

And through it all…  

he said absolutely nothing.

He spoke no word,

only the wind carried his indifference.

They called him “leader.”  

But wearing the title “leader”  

isn’t the same thing as actually leading.  

Leadership is not wearing a robe stitched from campaign lies.

He was like a watchman with one eye,  

but even that one eye was focused only on his own people,  

his own tribe,  

his own religion.  

The rest of Nigerians? Just shadows in his blind spot.  

He claimed Nigerian youths were lazy 

Yet, he was the one tying big heavy stones 

called unemployment, inflation, poverty and hopelessness to their feet.  

He locked borders like it was his private prison,  

shrinking food supply until even the smell of rice became a luxury memory.  

He turned the naira into something so light  

the wind could carry it away,  

and so worthless that market women started cursing at sunrise. 

The naira is today worthless like a used sanitary pad.

Eight years is enough to grow a whole forest of dreams 

But the General planted weeds instead,  

and kept watering them with excuses.  

He built roads of promises that led straight to disappointment,  

bridges of hope that collapsed before anyone could step on them.  

Every speech was like a riddle without an answer,  

every policy was a pot… but without fire.  

When Nigerians knocked on the door of change,

he opened it just wide enough to grab their votes,

then slammed it shut,  

sat on his empty throne,  

and watched the country crack like dry ground under hot sun. 

He is the General that misplaced Nigeria 

History will scribble his name somewhere in the corner,  

near other rulers who thought Nigeria was their personal farm.  

It will say:  

He came with a broom and swept away trust.  

He came with promises and left with disappointment.  

He came as a general and left as a ghost 

When the London death drums sounded,  

the River Niger didn’t blink.  

The Niger Delta did not bow its head

The harmattan breeze didn’t deliver any sad songs.  

Only the people muttered:  

“He’s gone… but the mess is still here.”  

The ruin remains 

Nigerians learn this:

Not every man who beats the drum knows the way to the dance ground.

EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State 

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Chief. DSP. Alamieyeseigha: Matyred In The Cause Of The Ijaw Nation_By: Saibakumo Ahmed Eniyeketon

It is ten years down the memory lane. Yet tears are free gifts from God to enable us commune our inexplicable pains to Him in silence. The recollections of our weeping hearts will awaken memories from the slumber.  Yes; they scorned at Christ when he was crucified. They swore against Major Isaac Boro even before he was condemned to death. In late Chief DSP Alamieyeseigha’s time he chewed his bite of his life – coffin bearers, clappers and dancers. Now, where is the voice of resource control?

It would go down in the annals of Niger Delta that two ‘unkindest cuts’ against the people of the Niger Delta region were the gruesome murder of Ken Saro Wiwa and Chief Diepreye Solomon Alamieyeseigha, the first executive governor of Bayelsa State. The reality everyday is that at the fullness of time, we, all mortals shall go the way of all flesh and return to the dust. Chief DSP Alamieyeseigha died at 62 years of age but his legacies will live on for hundreds of years to come.

The dateline was 9th December, 2009. All was set for a military take – over of the state apparatus of Bayelsa State driven by a Federal Government masterminded impunity. Albeit, the previous Sunday, news was agog that over two – third of members of the Bayelsa State House of Assembly have been kidnapped in a Gestapo fashion into a luxurious bus and whisked to Abuja for unknown reasons. The impeachment notice has been served on the governor earlier and the state judiciary was already fixed in a dilemma between her rights and choices. That fateful Wednesday morning of 9th December, 2009, amidst the windy and stormy weather were rumors that the governor has relocated to his home town, Amassoma for safety. What was left of Yenagoa, the state capital was the blaring military sirens and the battle ready ground troops backed up by series of martial helicopters hovering over a little above our roofs. The message was clear, “This Egbesu Governor must be removed” I was in my office in hospital road, Yenagoa near the theatre of war, Government House. The roads were scanty and barricaded but left to the whims and caprices of military gun shots to scare away modicum of militants’ resistance from the natives especially among the youths. About three hours later, rumours became rife that the embattled Governor DSP Alamieyeseigha has been smoked out of his home town, Amassoma and now found refuge in the Bayelsa Commissioner of Police lodge near my office. The CP Bayelsa couldn’t help as he was sweating between the devil and the red blue sea. Chief DSP Alamieyeseigha was finally arrested right before the helpless Commissioner of Police and detained in his own ‘Creek Haven’ (Government House). NTA News headline 9pm Screamed, “ Governor DSP Alamieyeseigha has been impeached, flown to Abuja and charged for money laundering by the “Economic and Financial Crime Commission (EFCC)”. The footages of the network news displayed my dear Governor – General of the Ijaw nation being tied like a chicken doomed by a butcher and led to a waiting and active helicopter in the Government House.

As I sat in my sitting room watching the drama, my eyes became soaked and I could not withstand the sight. My heart could not weigh back the tears as they roll profusely and helplessly down my cheek. I went outside and stood by my window to peep into the weird newsreel. One of the saddest days in my entire life! The voice of the Ijaw nation has been disgracefully handcuffed and gagged. 

It was not that Governor Alamieyeseigha was a saint but the trademark of the Ijaw nation, the shameful embarrassment and the diabolical degree of betrayal by his own people for self – serving ends!

Chief DSP Alamieyeseigha was released on bail for medical attention at Dubai. There, some state governors and political allies visited him for the sake of solidarity. The Federal Government quickly filed a charge of mutiny against him in court. Governor Alamieyeseigha was finally incarcerated by the London Metropolitan Police on his return to Germany shortly he survived a surgical operation. 

The demonstrative drummers and dancers occupied the streets of Yenagoa with big banners and placards cherishing artificial intelligence images of the governor being dressed in disguised lady to evade security network in order to escape to Nigeria at the Airport. 

The coffin of Alamieyeseigha was displayed at the gate of Government House, Yenagoa by his own people, clamouring he should not come back to Yenagoa alive. We recall, that every national forum, Chief DSP Alamieyeseigha, the famed Governor – General of the Ijaw nation was never a pretender. He had questioned why the crude oil and gas from the Niger Delta is a national booty while mineral resources are owned by individuals and states? He has propagated the gospel of Resource Control to the extent that it became a religion in the Niger Delta. He would frequently recall how Los Angeles, a state between Southern California in the United States is the fourth largest economy in the world because of its oil wealth. He vehemently attacked the Nigeria obnoxious, exploitative, punitive, discriminating and unjust decrees such as the Petroleum Decree of 1969, the Land use Decree of 1978, the Gas Re – injection Decree of 1979. He was vocal everywhere challenging the legibility of the ugly vestiges of the colonial legacy where every Niger Delta community that draws the attention of the Federal authorities to their despicable plight becomes a terrorist camp or target for military expeditions while it is the reverse in other parts of the federation. He condemned them as acts of biased economic terrorism against the people of Niger Delta. He was fond of reminding the Federal authorities that Bayelsa State with longest coastline of 203 kilometers open to the sea has been eaten up by the ocean surge especially in the Koluama communities and called for Federal Government immediate attention. 

At the 2005 National Political Conference he was a ear - splitting voice for increased derivation formula and resource control. Yet, they hounded him from Dubai to London and was repatriated, tried, found guilty and jailed in Nigeria. He was granted Presidential pardon by his erstwhile deputy governor and protégé – son, President Godluck Ebele Jonathan on March 12th, 2013. The tragic travails took toll in his health and in his desperate fight for life, he found his last moments at the University of Port – Harcourt Teaching Hospital at exactly 9:06pm, October 10th, 2015.

At the aftermath of the Kaiama Declaration in 1998 and when he assumed office as governor of the only homogenous Ijaw state, he successfully blocked all state stratagem to exterminate active Ijaw youth leaders by the ‘Point and Kill’ Nigerian state. He was revered as the crown prince of the Niger Delta by the youths. He was a fearless commander and fighter in the epic battle for equity and fiscal federalism in Nigeria and was not just the Governor – General of the Ijaw nation. We would continue to reminisce his proactive leadership role during the Arogbo-Ijaw vs Ilaje war between 1998 and 1999 and the Oodua Peoples’ Congress (OPC) and Ijaw Youths in Lagos 2002 when he had to cut short his trip abroad to visit Governor Bola Ahmed Tinubu of Lagos State and brought the crisis under immediate control.

Throughout his life as governor, he never discriminated any Ijaw man from any part of the federation. He was heard as directing his cabinet members that the artificial creations of states and boundaries, their names for administrative convenience by the Nigeria state cannot obliterate our bloodhood as Ijaw people, a divine creation by the Almighty GOD. He had insisted, Bayelsa is the origin of Ijaws everywhere they are found in the world.

Chief DSP Alamieyeseigha provided scholarships in degree programmes even up to masters and Ph.D in foreign universities in Russia, Belorussia, Ukraine, Germany, Brazil. He sponsored founding academic staff of his newly established Niger Delta University, Wilberforce Island to acquire more knowledge overseas, most of whom are now erudite professors in their various disciplines. He started the 500 – bed hospital in Yenagoa which today accommodates the Bayelsa Medical University. The Banquet Hall, the Azikoro Housing Estate, the Treasury House, Sani Abacha road, Yenagoa – Mbiama road are some of his lasting legacies.

The governor was hunted, harassed and humiliated to death yet he had the largest heart to forgive all traitors before his death. He publicly declared his forgiveness for his perceived enemy President Olusegun Obasanjo on grounds that he handed over leadership of Nigeria to his godson and brother President Goodluck Jonathan. Until his death he freely attended funerals and shared birthdays, marriages of his purported enemies when they lost their beloved ones or gave out their children in marriage. That is the spirit of the Ijaw man for you. He was so elated over Dr. Goodluck Jonathan meteoric rise to the Presidency but his health did not permit him to enjoy the fruits of his sacrifices.

The Governor – General of the Ijaw nation was one of the ever - lived Ijaw who loved his people to the bosom of his very heart. He could evince every sacrifice for his people. However, it is pathetic to add here, when excess money and power are wielded by a man, the beast in man cannot be submerged for too long. Sometimes we need to search ourselves inward because we are human.

Governor DSP Alamieyeseigha was clearly a normadic governor who was hardly sighted in Yenagoa. He was a tourist – governor and the engine room of the state and her resources kept crying for help. And his detractors among the natives took advantage of it.

Also, Governor Alamieyeseigha deadliest political risk was to threw caution to the winds against the electoral current of 2013. He was vociferous against the unconstitutional but purported third – term (behind the scene) ambition of President Olusegun Obasanjo. He mobilized political allies and publicly pitted his tent with Vice President Atiku Abubakar who was poised to unseat his boss. Indeed, President Obasanjo was pretty aware of the governor’s machinations and had on several private occasions vowed to bring Governor Alamieyeseigha down no matter whose ox is gored. The governor himself committed political suicide ab-nitio. It is a lesson for all Ijaw leaders. 

However, the role played by the Bayelsa political class was abominable in Ijaw norms. No matter how commendable our fathers and leaders we must shield them from external aggression. I would earnestly ask, where are the political gladiators who were desperate to take over the realms of affairs of Bayelsa State. Did they become the governors and ministers they bargained for? NO!!! Let everyone take retrospect and assess our criminal betrayal in the bloodhood and face the reality of human imperfections. We are all in same boat. The gas flares are still booming with acid rain and our fathers, mothers, children are instalmentally sentenced to early graves yet the flame of activism has been consumed by the primitive accumulation of useless wealth. All structures in Ijaw land has been monetized and they say it is “bad table manners to talk while eating”. 

My sincere condolences to my beloved Ijaw nation. Chief DSP Alamieyeseigha’s song has ended but the echoes of his melodies will continue to linger on. Adieu my beloved Governor – General, the Olotu of Olotus, the Ogbofini – Owei of Wilberforce Island, the Izon – Ebidou-Owei of Ijaw land, the Ganuwan Katsina. History and posterity would forever remain kind to you. Rest on our exceptional leader and defender of the Ijaw race and cause.

By: Saibakumo Ahmed Eniyeketon, writes from Yenagoa

The Jesus Christ in Margaret Ekotoro and 27 November, 2025_By: Enewaridideke Ekanpou

I know there are doves of peace and meekness in every century. The dove of peace and meekness in Akugbene-Mein Kingdom is dead. She died on 14 March 2025 and will be home for final burial rites on 27 November 2025. With historical roots buried in Ogbotobo in Bayelsa State and Kalafiogbene/Adekagbene, Akugbene, Ayakoromo and Okoloba in Delta State, she is my mother-in-law named Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro. Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro is the great woman who died nobly and taught the world how to die nobly without the piercing claws and talons of death. Historically, she is the only woman by whose death even DEATH was too discombobulated, stunned, mystified and scared to claim responsibility because DEATH was rendered impotent and jobless, devoid of the famed arrogance on the said day.

Carefully kept chronicles recently dug up reveal that  Ewekere, the celebrated beauty queen of her time, from Ayabotu Family in Ayakoromo married Mr Mienye of Akugbene

and gave birth to miss Ayepreotukefiye. Ayepreotukefiye married Mr Okunbiri of Kalafiogbene/Adekagbene. It was a marital union between Mr Okunbiri and Ayepreotukefiye  which gave birth to Angosin, Dauebinemune, Margaret Eyorozide and Agnes in a family of four as siblings, though only Mr Angosin was of a different father by name Yekuwe. Margaret Eyorozide was the third child in her family of four siblings which now has Mrs Agnes Money as the only surviving sister. Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro was a widely  known devotee of God of the CDGM faith in Elohim City Zion, Kalafiogbene/Adekagbene.

Mrs Margaret Ekotoro  was not chosen by death; it was she who chose death when she saw that her earthly mission was over. Like Nostradamus and Jesus Christ in their varied psychic exposures, she knew her time and simply  beckoned on death to transport her to her new home without the characteristic claws and talons painfully dug into one's body until the last breath goes. Alas, it was death who cried   bitterly at being humiliated when she left the world proudly without pains and tears on her own terms of departure from the living world.

Sainthood is not a publicity gimmick; it is earned through sojourn on earth, particularly when the earthly engagements are over at death. This is the time keen observers, archivists, archaeologists and investigative writers begin to unfold the survey plan on the departed. Even the departed did not know the life led was rooted in sainthood. 

True sainthood comes after death. Interestingly, archival and archaeological excavations reveal late Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro is a saint who left this world on 14 March 2025 without any remembered resentment held against anyone over man-made injuries unjustly inflicted on her by benighted mortals. Her philosophy of forgiveness and forgetfulness was always acted out without words. When deliberately injured by benighted mortals, she swallowed the injurious pill calmly and meekly and showed by her deeds that she had long forgiven the offender without telling the offender openly your sins had been forgiven. Wordlessly, the heart was the headquarters of Mrs Margaret Ekotoro's meek philosophy of forgiveness and forgetfulness.

In mere mortals one can hardly find the behavioural landmarks of Jesus Christ. In Mrs Margaret Ekotoro one can find the behavioural landmarks of Jesus Christ. She was an embodiment of unfailing forgiveness and meekness who bore verbal  injuries occasionally inflicted on her by benighted mortals without resentment held against the offenders. Her unfailing forgiving spirit was always wordlessly communicated, only showing in her resentment-free interactions with people who have deliberately stung her like bees.Her story of forgiveness and meekness was always told in pragmatic terms through malice-free interactions with the offenders after the injuries had been malevolently inflicted on her.

Mrs Margaret Ekotoro devotedly worked for God until she attained the respectable position of ELECT MOTHER in the CDGM church. Until her death, she did not miss any CDGM convention. Every year she journeyed as a pilgrim to the Holy Land in Elohim City Zion of CDGM church in Kalafiogbene/Adekagbene to renew her annual vow with God for the protection of her entire family.

Mrs Margaret Ekotoro had ten children through marriage to Mr Ekotoro Oruserikeme of Ezebiri town  -  Mrs Evelyn Bekere Kemasuode,  Chief John, Mrs Queen Makarava, Bishop Boro, Comrade Seaman, Hon. Monday, Mrs Lucky Layefa Ekanpou and Mrs Happy Truston Gbenekama. Out of the ten children she had, two journeyed to the underworld before her while she left behind eight children at death. All through her earthly life she did not have a single  quarrel with any of her children or any other person outside her family. She was an embodiment of meekness as often preached by Jesus Christ. Her entire life was governed by meekness and this explained why she was always at peace with everyone without malice however the level of deliberate provocation.

Mrs Margaret Ekotoro engaged varied occupations that ranged from  supply and sale of drums,  ogogoro gin and Akoro wood business. The Akoro wood businesd  took her to Ijebu-ode and other cities in Western Nigeria. After all these occupations , Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro took up tailoring as her main engagement. 

With no prior training and apprenticeship, Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro suddenly decided to become a tailor after buying a machine. Rather miraculously, she became an excellent tailor without apprenticeship, specialising  in the 'making' of church garments. Her tailoring was restricted to  making of church garments ; this was borne out of her desire to contribute meaningfully to  the growth of Christianity on the CDGM platform and be on a favourable path with God. 

Mrs Margaret Ekotoro was a very godly woman who embraced christianity with enthusiasm. Her godliness inspired her to devote her tailoring to church 'garment-making' because she did not want any secular distractions from doing the work of God. Even at 99 she was still a master of her machine that gave her economic stability and joy as all her personal achievements were built from her tailoring profession. Until her death, Mrs Margaret Ekotoro could still  pass the thread through the needle in her machine without being aided by a pair of glasses. She had a bitter vision than the eagle until death came at 99.

Ijaws generally like music. Mrs Margaret Ekotoro was a great lover of Ijaw music who enjoyed good music. At her side, a constantly  blaring music from her gramophone  inspired in her hardwork and indefatigability when at work. Music was a special delicacy she enjoyed both day and night. Specifically, she enjoyed the musical masterpieces of King Robert Ebizimor, Bestman Doupere, Field Marshall Echo Toikumo and Hon. Agbeotu Teiyeibo. 

Mrs Margaret Ekotoro's love of Ijaw highlife music was laced with a bias, as it was  King Robert Ebizimor's music that always held her spellbound  much more than others and gave her the unfailing energy and inspiration to engage her machine both day and night without distraction. Buried in instrumentally and lyrically striking songs from her prized gramophone and her restless leg-driven machine, Mrs Margaret Ekotoro momentarily saw herself in another Heaven on earth where she knew no distraction.

 Machine and music virtually meant the whole world to Mrs Margaret Ekotoro whenever she found herself in the world of twosome communication between her and the two stationary objects, producing results that enlivened her economically, socially, culturally, morally, philosophically, psychologically and occupationally. Without the blaring music and the whirring or weaving noise from the machine around her, coupled with her programmed religious activities in the CDGM church, Mrs Margaret Ekotoro's life was incomplete.

The whole world appears to have agreed that Mrs Margaret Ekotoro was an amazing devotee of God whose interactions with people had the aroma of pragmatic Christianity. She practised what the Bible preached.

Mrs Margaret Ekotoro must be an intuitive person  -  indeed, a psychic! Intuitively aware of her prepared departure, she didn't go to bed at her usual time  of 8pm on 14 March 2025 because she knew she would be found dead by her children in the morning, which could be an inconvenience. She did not want to take her children unawares at death. She ate her meal with relish, drank coke and water and watched an interesting movie of her choice to the end. When all these activities were over, she visited the white house and eased herself shortly, sat nobly and happily on her bed and told her daughter, Mrs Happy Truston Gbenekama , that it was time for her to die. Mrs Margaret Ekotoro communicated that she wouldn't like to take her last breath right  inside the house and cause inconvenience. Her daughter understood this and rushed Mrs Margaret Ekotoro to a nearby hospital. Mrs Margaret Ekotoro smiled and took her last breath before the hospital. At the hospital the medical doctor confirmed that she had died one minute ago before the hospital. 

At death Mrs Margaret Ekotoro's last smile was radiant on her face as she lay spreadeagled on the hospital bed. Margaret died nobly because she did not want to take her children unawares at death. For her children and grandchildren to wake up in the morning and find her dead in her sleeping bed was what Mrs Margaret Ekotoro clairvoyantly avoided when she chose to die nobly without the piercing claws and talons of death. At death Mrs Margaret Ekotoro told the world how to die nobly without inconvenience to the living.

A phenomenally forgiving and meek mother-in-law has departed this world of benighted people. For a forgiving and meek woman who walked on the monotheistic path; for a forgiving and meek woman who loved her children and humanity with passion; for a forgiving and meek woman who died heroically without troubling her children by telling death to come upon her because she was ready; for a forgiving and meek woman who smiled before death and left a memorable smile on her face at death, signalling the fact that at death she was not sad but full of happiness and smile because the journey ended meaningfully; for a forgiving and meek woman who led a STAINLESSLY saintly and motherly life on earth, let the celebratory bells ring loudly for her on 27 November 2025 at Kalafiogbene/Adekagbene with her prized secular songs of King Robert Ebizimor, Field Marshall Echo Toikumo, Hon. Agbeotu Teiyeibo, Bestman Doupere and moving religious tunes from the CDGM church in Elohim City Zion. 

Many are the dead that have journeyed to the underworld, sometimes lukewarmly  celebrated, but this pioneer of noble death, Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro, is different. No dead deserves a better celebration than Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro who will feel more ennobled at death if her philosophy and ideals become the moral pair of compass for this generation and beyond, particularly in Ogbotobo, Ayakoromo, Okoloba, Akugbene and Kalafiogbene/Adekagbene communities where her true historical roots of origin lie buried in varying degrees. Home Mrs Margaret Eyorozide Ekotoro has gone at last without any medical doctor's overly dramatic, puny resuscitation mutilations on the untainted healthy body with which she came into this world.

Dr. Ekanpou writes from Akparemogbene, Delta State

DELTA STATE APC CHAIRMANSHIP SEAT: HON. EBIAKPO EZEBRI ON THE ROLL

Delta State APC Chairmanship seat needs someone who has the competence, credibility, candour, the potential and a man of vision to consolidate on the Renewed Hope for MORE Agenda of His Excellency, Rt. Hon. Sheriff Francis Oborevwori, JP, FICMC, FNIM, the Executive Governor of Delta State.

Hon. Ebiakpo Ezebri is a sincere, humble, vibrant, vocal and an articulate son of the soil, well-cultured from Burutu LGA of Delta State. He is on a mission to bring new ideas to the All Progreesives Congress (APC), and with his enormous harnessable potentials and buoyant experience in the political arena, APC in the State is on the part of greatness.

Hon. Ebiakpo Ezebri is a man of his words and he has the people in his heart. APC in Delta State can count on him and he will deliver even beyond expectations. He's people-centred as against elite-centredness and he will deliver as at when due.

Let's support Hon. Ebiakpo Ezebri for the position of the State Chairman of our great Party, the APC, in the State.

HON. EBIAKPO EZEBRI MEDIA TEAM.

The Nollywood Nation: Storytelling as Survival_ By William Z. Bozimo

Some nations record their history in books, while others etch their memory in stone. Nigeria, however, has chosen the camera. Where our history classes stutter and our archives gather dust, Nollywood has become our diary; raw, unedited, and sometimes chaotic, but undeniably ours. 

From the streets of Aba to the shores of Asaba, our filmmakers have spun stories with shoestring budgets and sheer determination. What began as grainy home videos sold on DVDs and CDs in crowded markets, has grown into the world’s second-largest film industry in terms of the number of movies produced per year. Nollywood is more than just an industry, it is therapy to the body and soul.

In a nation that attempts to make sense of itself amidst antagonistic poverty, politics, and paradox, every story is a sermon. The pastor on the screen is a critique of the church on the street. The corrupt politician in a movie set is a mirror of the man in the news. That village girl who eventually makes it to the city in a movie is not just a character played for awakening or entertainment purposes only, it is the reality of every Nigerian who dares to dream beyond their postcode. 

Through melodrama and mythology, Nollywood performs the work our leaders often fail to do. It educates, cautions, and consoles. But let us be honest, Nollywood is also flawed. Too frequently, we recycle clichés, exalt superstition, and glorify the very vices we claim to be fighting against. But even in its imperfection, it holds a power our parliament envies. 

No government white paper has the reach of a single blockbuster movie. No policy briefing moves hearts like a late-night film streamed on a used cracked phone screen with faded bottom numbers and borrowed data. The question now is not if Nollywood entertains, because it does. However, can we all identify its profound role?  

It is an archive of our lived pain and experiences, and a pulpit where the nation preaches to itself. Nollywood is the market woman’s gossip curled into cinema, the nation’s trauma and plea repackaged into storytelling, and our survival instinct transmitted in digital form. Therefore, when all the lights are dim and the screen is flickering, remember that you are not just seeing a movie and watching actors display their talents; you are watching Nigeria wrestle with itself: its fears, desires, and contradictions. 

Whenever you watch Nollywood movies, you are watching people who have refused to disappear, insisting that their stories, however imperfect, must be told.

✍🏽 William Z. Bozimo

Veteran Journalist | Columnist | National Memory Keeper

HOW JUSTICE LEARNT TO SHAKE HANDS WITH GREED_By: Ebikabowei Kedikumo

They say the court is the last hope of the common man,  

but today, if an ordinary person runs there for help,  

he comes back carrying an empty bag  

and a lesson in how money talks louder than truth.  

The judge’s robe, once white like fresh morning,  

now carries the smell of the marketplace,  

stitched not with threads of fairness  

but with the fine fabric of fat envelopes.  

Once, justice stood tall like a stubborn palm tree,  

refusing to bend for the storm.  

Now it bends quickly, 

not for wind, but for the warm handshake of greed.  

The gavel that used to roar like thunder,  

now nods politely to money bag politicians  

as if saying, “Welcome, my master.”  

In today’s courtroom, truth is measured like tomatoes—  

the richer you are, the bigger your share.  

A clever lawyer can turn a cow into a mosquito  

if the bench is well-fed.  

Politicians arrive with cash that sings,  

and the gavel becomes a happy drumstick,  

beating to the rhythm of their pocket songs.  

During elections, the court is the busiest stall in town,  

selling verdicts to whoever drops the heaviest bag.  

The judges, once feared for their firmness,  

now dance like invited guests at a big wedding,  

taking instructions from their rich hosts,  

freeing guilty friends  

and locking up innocent strangers.  

Yes, justice is blind,

but now it wears a blindfold made from crisp naira notes.  

Without honest courts,  

a nation is like a boat without a paddle,  

spinning in the middle of the river.  

No investor trusts a place  

where judgments are decided in private dining rooms  

before the case even begins.  

Why plant a farm  

if the harvest will go straight into a thief’s barn?  

Court orders now fly away like kites in the wind.  

The rule of law is just another song for official events,  

sweet on paper but tasteless in reality.  

Behind certain closed doors,  

politicians keep the judges on short leashes,  

whispering secrets that can pull them like goats.  

And when greed shakes hands with justice,  

truth stands outside holding its shoes—  

because it was asked to leave quietly.  

If this country is serious about growing,  

fairness has to matter more than political friendship.  

But here, greed plays the loudest drum,  

and those meant to guard justice  

move their feet to its sound.  

Today, the courts do not just smell of corruption,

they cook it, season it, and serve it hot.  

Instead of saving the nation from bad leaders,  

they crown them, shield them,  

and help them build stronger walls against honesty.  

We live in a place  

where the scales of justice tip toward the heavier pocket,  

where truth is sold by the kilo,  

and hope is beaten into comedy.  

Until our judges decide that God’s fear  

is worth more than a politician’s handshake,  

Nigeria will keep marching like a donkey tied to a post,

burning the sun, but not moving forward.  

And justice, that proud symbol of fairness,  

will keep smiling politely,  

while shaking hands with greed.  

EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State

National Assembly Passes Cybercrimes Act lnto Law, as Spreading of Fake News, Online Abuse, lnciting Ethnic Hatred Among Others Prohibited

The new Cybercrimes Act 2025 has officially been passed into law by the National Assembly under Senate President Godswill Akpabio.

This means every provision in the Cybercrimes (Prohibition, Prevention, etc.) Act is now fully binding and enforceable across Nigeria.

 If you’re an online user, content creator, or admin of any digital platform (WhatsApp, Facebook, Telegram, etc.), you must know what this law says — because ignorance will not be an excuse.

Key Offenses Under the Cybercrimes Act

1️⃣ Unauthorized Access (Section 3)

Accessing someone else’s phone, laptop, or account without permission.

➡️ Punishable by up to 5 years in prison

2️⃣ Tampering with Data (Section 4)

Deleting, modifying, or interfering with another person’s digital data.

➡️ Punishable by up to 5 years in prison

3️⃣ Disclosure of Critical Information (Section 5)

Sharing classified or sensitive data without proper authority.

➡️ Punishable by up to 15 years in prison

4️⃣ Recording Private Conversations (Section 10)

Recording private discussions without authorization, even if you are part of the conversation.

➡️ Punishable by up to 2 years in prison

5️⃣ Publishing Fake News (Section 19)

Spreading false, misleading, or deceptive information online.

➡️ Punishable by up to 2 years in prison

6️⃣ Online Harassment & Abuse (Section 22)

Posting offensive, vulgar, or indecent content to insult or humiliate others.

➡️ Punishable by up to 2 years in prison

7️⃣ Inciting Ethnic/Religious Hatred (Section 24)

Making statements that provoke ethnic, tribal, or religious violence.

➡️ Punishable by LIFE imprisonment

Important for Group & Page Admins

If you manage a WhatsApp Group, Facebook Page, Telegram Channel, or any online community, you can be held responsible for what members post.

 If you knowingly allow illegal content or fail to moderate, the law holds you accountable.

Stay Safe, Stay Protected

Always verify before you share.

Moderate your groups and enforce rules.

NIGER DELTA WHERE THE PROTECTOR TURNED PREDATOR_By: Ebi Kedikumo

Once, the Army wore the robe of guardianship,  

A shield against harm,  

A promise to stand between danger and the people.  

They called it protection.  

We believed them.  

But somewhere along the path,  

The protector dropped the shield,  

And picked up the torch --

Not to light the way,  

But to burn the homes of those they swore to defend.  

In Okuama, our river village,  

We woke to the growl of guns.  

Not for the guilty few,  

But for everyone --

The innocent, the old, the young, the unborn, the cripple.

The ARMY came like a storm from the forest,  

Breathing fire,  

Swinging claws instead of hands,  

Tearing down walls,  

Leaving only the dust standing like a lone survivor in a graveyard of ash.  

The killers of seventeen soldiers were known,  

Named.  

Yet, instead of finding them,  

The Army punished the earth itself.  

Fields turned black,  

Fishing boats turned to embers,  

Villagers fled into the jungle,  

Where snakes hissed and crocodiles watched.  

It was not the first time.  

Ayakoromo burned when one soldier died.  

Gbaramatu burned searching for one man.  

I remember Ayakoromo --

The smoke took my grandmother,  

Eighty-eight years old, too slow to run.  

It took cousins and friends,  

It took our laughter.  

Yet in the North,  

Where bandits kill soldiers in plain daylight,  

The villages remain whole,  

The huts intact,  

Even the grass is not trampled.  

Why does the fire only fall on our roofs?  

Why does the claw only strike our children?  

The wind carries no answer.  

The palm trees stay silent.  

The army calls it justice.  

We call it terror.  

The protector has become the predator.  

The shield has become the spear.  

They say they guard the people,  

But the people lie in ruins.  

In Europe,

in the world beyond our borders,  

No community burns for the sin of one man.  

No mother buries her child for a crime committed in  far away lands  

But here,  

The Army sweeps through like locusts,  

Leaving ashes where bread once baked,  

Leaving silence where songs once rose.  

Leaving bitterness where sweetness once holds sway.

These killings stain the uniform forever.  

This is state violence --

An army unleashed on its own citizens,  

And a government too cowardly to speak.  

Every burnt home is proof of failure.  

Every displaced family is a mark of shame.  

You cannot build a nation by crushing its people.  

You cannot preach unity while practicing destruction.  

In the eyes of the world,  

These are crimes,  

And in the eyes of history,  

They will be remembered as the darkest chapters  

Of Nigeria’s betrayal of the Niger Delta.

The protector turned predator  

Is the greatest betrayal of all.  

EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State

Just-ln: lYC Edo, Ondo State 7-Clan Chairmen Backs 'Vote of No Confidence' on Nicholas lgarama over Abuse of Office and Misconduct

In a statement released and signed by the 7 clans chairmen of ijaw youth council IYC Edo and Ondo states namely;

Apoi clan 

Arogbo clan 

Egbema clan 

Furupagha clan 

Gbaraun clan 

Okomu Clan and

Olodiama clan said they remain firmly on the pass of vote of no confidence on Nicholas igarama, chairman IYC western zone.in there statement they cannot divide the house of 24 clan Chairmen forum which are fighting for a common goal and the progress, unity of the zone 

The leader of 7 clan forum Edo and Ondo state, and Chairman Okomu Clan, also secretary 24 clan forum, Comrade Simonghan perekeme Ernest, said that it a matter of round table dialogue 

Speaking on the development,Engr Lawoni Dumonfaye, chairman IYC Egbema clan,who is the host of the zonal chairman, said that he has no special preferential treatment from him , and has no reason to PASS VOTE OF CONFIDENCE on him.

Furthermore, united we stand divided we fall,we want concerned stakeholders, Leaders to profer solution for the zone 

Signed:

Comr Simonghan Perekeme Ernest 

Chairman Okomu Clan IYC, secretary clan Chairmen forum 

Comr Arigidi Toibokumoh

Chairman Arogbo clan IYC, Treasurer clan Chairmen forum 

Comr Lawoni Dumonfaye 

Chairman Egbema Clan IYC 

Comr Brown Tonbra Evans 

Chairman furupagha Clan IYC 

Comr Diepreye Isaac 

Chairman Gbaraun Clan IYC 

Comr Michael Kekegha 

Chairman Olodiama Clan IYC 

Comr Osere Michaiah 

Chairman Apoi Clan IYC.

2027: WHY GOODLUCK EBELE JONATHAN COULD CHANGE NIGERIA'S STORY FOREVER

The political atmosphere in Nigeria right now, as we move closer to the 2027 presidential election, is tense. It is filled with propaganda, quiet threats, and fear  -- especially inside the ruling party’s camp. The reason is clear: rumours are growing that Goodluck Ebele Jonathan may return to the race for president. And let us be clear--  this is not the same Jonathan of 2015.  This is a new improved Jonathan with the heart of a true leader.

Today, Jonathan is wiser, more experienced, and more respected across the world. He carries the humility and compassion that are natural to his Ijaw roots. Since leaving office, he has travelled widely, met with world leaders, and learned deeply about governance and leadership from an international perspective. Jonathan is no longer just a Nigerian politician; he is a global statesman. I strongly believe he has the vision, character, and capacity to rebuild Nigeria and introduce a new style of leadership built on fairness, integrity, and progress.  

If Jonathan becomes president in 2027, Nigeria will experience positive and possibly revolutionary changes. This is exactly why some people, especially those in the ruling party fear him. They know that once he declares his intention to run, the political game will change dramatically. The 2027 election may become the most interesting and defining moment in Nigeria’s democratic history -- a true turning point in how Nigerians choose their leaders and how elections are conducted.  

President Tinubu will face a very strong and determined opponent if Jonathan enters the race. At the moment, the tide is not in Tinubu’s favour. Many ordinary Nigerians are unhappy with his leadership style, which they feel benefits only the elites while leaving the masses in hardship. Over the past months, economic struggles and poor governance have increased the desire for change. By 2027, voters will be even more determined to select a leader who offers hope, stability, and justice.  

Some critics say Jonathan has no strong political structure. But let us remember -- did Peter Obi have a political structure in 2023 before winning 12 states? The answer is no. That election proved that determination, integrity, and personal character matter far more than so-called “political structures.” By 2027, the idea of political structure will matter very little compared to the trustworthiness and competence of a candidate.  

With the right electoral reforms in place before the election, rigging will be far reduced, and money will no longer be able to buy victory. The Nigerians of 2027 will not be the same as those of 2023 -- they will be more aware, more demanding, and less willing to be manipulated. If votes truly count, millions will vote massively for a leader like Jonathan.  

Many politicians who stand with Tinubu today are doing so just to stay politically relevant for now. Come 2027, many will show their true colours. Tinubu’s chances of winning will be very slim because the hardship and dissatisfaction created by his leadership will come back to haunt him.  

For Nigeria to move forward and prosper, Goodluck Jonathan must contest the 2027 presidential election. He is a formidable force who can unite the nation and lead it toward stability, progress, and genuine democracy. The time for Jonathan’s return is now --;and Nigeria’s future could depend on it. 

Ebikabowei Kedikumo

- Ayakoromo Town