Author: Osmond Agbo
No amount of personal success, no matter how celebrated, can shield any of us from the consequences of a society that fails. In the first installment of this series, we revisited the historical distortions that shifted Ndigbo from the center of Nigeria’s political life to the periphery of its power structure. We examined how the January 1966 coup, hastily and wrongly branded an Igbo plot, and the chain of miscalculations that followed, created a narrative of suspicion that has defined the Igbo experience for decades. These events provided the scaffolding upon which exclusion and scapegoating were built. Yet history must…
And our deepest wound is not only that Nigeria marginalizes us, but that we are yet to master the discipline of thinking strategically about power. Umunne m, I write to you today not in anger, but with a mind sharpened against self-deception. This is neither a letter of comfort nor a stage for fragile egos, but a reckoning forged through brutal reflection. If you are seeking reassurance, validation, or easy affirmation, this is not for you. You may stop here. These past few weeks no doubt, have exacted a serious emotional toll on all Nigerians. The country has mutated into…
In Eruku, prayers ascended and bullets answered first. Church doors splintered; a sanctuary of hope transfigured into an altar of smoke and screams. Three worshippers collapsed beside their Bibles, their blood seeping like unanswered supplications across the fissured concrete. The pastor was dragged into the night, his lamentations swallowed by bush paths now highways for the damned. Elsewhere, in the same beleaguered land, Musa who had dedicated his life to the green-white-green was ensnared by ISWAP’s shadowed hands. An ambush. A loyal soldier struck down, while the very soil he bled for continued offering its children as sacrifices to…
In a country where compromise often wears the face of wisdom, Dapo Olorunyomi remains proof that integrity can survive influence and that conviction, when deeply rooted, does not bow before convenience. Like John the Baptist, who confessed himself unworthy to even loosen the sandals of the one he proclaimed, I find myself hesitant to speak of the man his friends fondly call Dapsy. Though our paths have crossed and his legend had already filled the air before his presence ever did, I remain unsure that words are sufficient vessels for a soul such as his. But then, it dawned on…
For evil triumphs not merely through violence, but through the preachers who defend it and a governments that looks the other way. In the great city of Kaduna, Northern Nigeria’s political capital, there is a man who, though trained as a doctor, is better known as a Sheikh. He hails from a long line of Islamic scholars, and his father was even a Grand Khadi. He preaches from the pulpit, prays with the pious, and to the faithful, he appears a voice of reason. He wears rich, flowing robes whiter than snow. Yet, when the echoes of terror rose from…
….if this new pressure from abroad forces the Nigerian government to take the fight against insurgency seriously, to finally follow the money and prosecute those who fund and shield terrorists, perhaps we should welcome it, cautiously. Because let’s be honest: our government has failed us. At best, it’s complicit. At worst, it’s aiding and abetting. In the last 24 hours, President Donald Trump has intensified his rhetoric on Christian persecution in Nigeria, warning the Nigerian government to act swiftly against the growing insurgency. He even directed the Department of War to prepare for possible military action, boasting that any U.S.…
The slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown-Albert Camus Aso Rock may continue to dismiss rumors of a coup, but the stench of panic hangs thick in the air. First came the sudden cancellation of the Independence Day parade. Then, a flurry of forced retirements and reshuffles swept through the military’s top ranks. And now, reports emerge of security operatives storming the Abuja home of Buhari’ petroleum minister and hauling his brother into custody. It’s all hauntingly reminiscent of Obasanjo’s third-term fiasco, where every denial only confirmed what we already knew. Once again, power…
What Sowore has done is to reframe the issue, stripping it of its ethnic garb and presenting it for what it is: a question of justice and equality before the law. His defiance is not for the Igbo cause alone but for the soul of a nation that has made selective justice its moral compass. At the crack of dawn on Monday, October 20, the usually bustling arteries of Abuja were transformed into a fortress. By 6:00 a.m., combined contingents of soldiers, police officers, and operatives of the Department of State Services had fanned out across the city center, sealing…
That tragedy was not an isolated episode but part of a broader pattern, a deliberate effort to push the narrative that Blacks just can’t do it, that we are not good enough. The same psychology that incinerated Greenwood reverberated across the Atlantic, in Haiti. In this magnificent world we inhabit, the Black man is reminiscent of that child with profound autism, whose mother grows uneasy whenever he throws a tantrum in public. To shield herself from humiliation, she might sequester him in a group home, out of sight and out of mind. Little consideration is given to the possibility that…
In a world that once idolized opulence, a fascinating reversal has taken hold. The new elite no longer flaunt their status through gold watches or fleets of luxury cars. They assert distinction through restraint, through what they decline to consume. Thus emerges the paradox of conspicuous non-consumption, the modern language of quiet supremacy. You notice them wherever they go. The new titans of industry dressed like college students on their way to class. A recent photograph of Jack Dorsey, the founder of Twitter, taken during a visit to Kenya, shows him in a plain cotton T-shirt and nerdy trousers. With…