“Where professors are aiding illiterates to rig elections... and people sing 'On your mandate we shall stand', whether stolen or not.”
Speaking at the 2026 Goodluck Jonathan Democracy Dialogue in Bauchi State, NDC Presidential Candidate Peter Obi decries the decline of democratic integrity and judicial independence in Nigeria, calling on citizens to reject the normalisation of electoral malpractice.
Murtala was a baby war criminal. His biggest crime was the Asaba massacre during the civil war where he ordered the murder of about 700 innocent people.
Henry Kissinger, who ordered Murtala's assassination was a real war criminal who was responsible for literally tens of millions of deaths across Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia and Latin America, and he lived a long and happy life. Despite being many prders of magnitude worse than the worst version of Murtala, he died just 3 years ago at age 100 surrounded by his children and grandchildren, with the genocidal American war machine he built still busy industrially murdering black and brown people all over the world.
So I'm no longer interested in any sermons about whatever Murtala Mohammed did wrong. The world clearly doesn't run on morality tales and if Africans are willing to give grace to the likes of Kissinger, Obama, Bush, Biden etc, then I can definitely give grace to Murtala Mohammed. He was a far smaller sinner than any of the other names.
Yahya Jingir. The perfect illustration of the Monafiq masquerading as a servant of ALLAH SUBHANAHU WA TA’ALA
God will judge you and your penterascal brothers, and posterity shall be most unkind to all of you.
The country is dying, but you are preaching hatred..🖐🏿🤬
It's not Nigerians that GEJ was scared of - it was the US government.
Which is the problem I have with him. If you don't go into Aso Rock fully prepared to die, then why are you even there? If you know that they knocked off Murtala, Abacha and Yar'adua and you still chose to occupy that seat, that means you were prepared to die and you had made peace with it.
So I don't understand why he was so terrified of facing Gaddafi's fate. If I ever have the opportunity to be in charge of Africa's most important country, I'd consider it a privilege to die if that's what it took to improve 200 million lives.
Anyway, to each his own. Some countries are blessed with Ibrahim Traores. Others have weak men who piss in their pants whenever someone mentions the word "America" near them. As I've said before, if Nigerians go extinct, I hope our Sahelian brothers inherit Nigeria and make better use of it.
Whenever I come back from “the abroad”, the first thing I look for is Suya and roasted corn. My Mai Suya are very diligent. The only days they are not there are on Sallah holidays.
Having been “in the abroad” for more than a month, I looked forward to my local ram suya. They were not there on Saturday. I thought “That’s odd!” They were not there again on Sunday. I felt that something must be wrong.
When they were not there again by 12 noon on Monday, as they usually are everyday, I was really concerned.
There is a smart young woman who does a POS business near them. I asked her why they had not come for three days and she said that they had a little problem. I asked her what “little problem” they had.
Apparently, someone had come to buy Suya from them. While he was buying the Suya, a car thief entered his car and drove it away. He then accused my Suya guys of being responsible for the theft of his car, since he was buying Suya from them when it was stolen. He had all of them arrested and locked up!
I asked for their numbers and the POS lady said that they had seized all their phones. I didn’t know which police station they were at. I didn’t know their names and on the occasions that I had paid for my suya with a bank transfer, I didn’t save their account details that would have shown a name at least.
I started asking the people I knew in the police, but felt a bit silly saying “I am looking for four Suya guys that were arrested.”
I was determined to intervene because I know that it was just one “big man” taking out his frustrations on some little guys. How long does it take to buy Suya that they will have enough time to organise for your car to be stolen?
Those guys have been on that street for 20 years. They sell four full rams every day. They have come to my house to roast ram suya when I have had major social events.
I asked another Suya guy who sells beef suya nearby whether he had any of their phone numbers but he said that even he doesn’t have a phone, never mind having anybody’s phone number.
After searching for them for a week, I finally found a guy who said that they had now been bailed from the police station and were considering resuming their business. They had lost at least two weeks and were so traumatised by the experience that they did not want to return to the same location on Ebitu Ukiwe where they had been for 20 years!
I arranged with the guy who knew them that he will take me to go and see them when I return from my current trip. I will see if I can persuade them to return to their usual spot next to the diligent POS young woman and the nice lady that sells roasted corn. Perfect combination!
This country can be brutal when you are not a big man. Those of us who are not small in our own right have a duty to help protect the little guys from the typical Naija “big man.” I will find that their accuser, somehow, someway. You might think that you are a big man but “Even your boo get a boo (a boo, a boo).”
I am Ezemmuo. I know things.
El 9 de agosto de 2002, 187 años después de su muerte, se devolvían a Sudáfrica los restos de la esclava negra Saartjie Baartman, que fue secuestrada y exhibida de manera humillante por los zoos humanos en Europa.
Su dolorosa historia recuerda el sufrimiento de las mujeres negras africanas a manos de los monstruos colonos blancos racistas occidentales y la brutalidad de la esclavitud que perpetraron.
Baartman nació en Sudáfrica en 1789, allí era esclava de una plantación y totalmente analfabeta, cuando fue vendida en 1810 al colono británico William Dunlop, que vio la oportunidad de hacer un zoo humano y exhibirla en una jaula como a un "simio".
En Londres, fue exhibida por Dunlop en un zoo humano encerrada en una jaula, donde se le obligaba a mostrarse desnuda a los blancos y por un módico precio, se les permitía tocarla y agredirla sexualmente delante de cientos de hombres.
El maltrato a Saartjie en Londres fue tal, que hubo hasta protestas en las calles para detener aquel trato humillante y acabó incluso en un juicio por tortura, el criminal racista que la compró, William Dunlop, le prometió la libertad si declaraba en el juicio que no había sido maltratada, Sara accedería a ello.
Tras librarse de la condena, el esclavista Dunlop incumplió su promesa y vendió a Saartjie a otro criminal, un domador de bestias francés que la exhibió en otro zoo humano durante 15 meses en París, llegando a violarla y dejándola embarazada.
En 1815, en uno de sus humillantes exhibiciones en Paris, atrajo la atención de científicos franceses, en particular la de George Cuvier, que vio un "ejemplar" perfecto para demostrar teorías supremacistas blancas de que "los negros provienen de los simios y son inferiores a los blancos".
Saartjie fue comprada por Cuvier... pero de nuevo, para ser exhibida como un animal en la prestigiosa Academia Real de Medicina de París, donde le obligaban a mostrarse desnuda ante un centenar de científicos entre comentarios como "No he visto nunca una cabeza humana tan parecida a la de un simio".
A finales del año 1815, tras sufrir todo tipo de abusos durante 5 años, Saartjie Baartman terminó vagando absolutamente sola por las calles de Paris, en la indigencia, enferma y con el cuerpo destrozado, muriendo el 29 de diciembre de 1815 con solo 25 años.
Aun después de muerta seguían humillandola, el científico francés Cuvier realizó un vaciado en yeso de su cuerpo, su esqueleto, su cerebro y sus genitales estuvieron en exposición pública en el Museo del Hombre de París durante más de 160 años.... hasta 1994 no se dignó Francia a retirar sus restos del público y no fue hasta 2002 que fue repatriada y enterrada en Sudáfrica.
Los colonialistas británicos y franceses la mataron en solo 5 años de haber salido de África, a base de maltratos, violaciones y humillación psicológica.
Esta es la historia de Saartjie, pero también de muchas millones de mujeres africanas sin nombre, asesinadas y abusadas por el colonialismo occidental... esos mismos que hoy hablan de invasiones de inmigrantes y que dicen que no pueden acoger a gente que no respeta su cultura, bueno esta su cultura.
The Sahel States are showing their resolve in tackling western-sponsored terrorism. This is how you deal with terrorists: wipe them out completely. Their sponsors keep sending more, but we will overcome! A luta continua!
I woke up thinking about how fucked up things could be in the next Nigerian elections. First, you have to battle thugs and compromised law enforcement at polling units; then you have to battle INEC. Even if you prevail over both, then you will meet “judges with big houses.” NGMI if you lose to one of them.
This is why the politicians are stealing so much. The OS of Nigeria right now is graft. How can things work out well when this is the underlying system?
Hope is not a strategy, but the opposition is largely powered by hope, while the ruling party is powered by graft and bad incentives. Something has to give. We have to find their weakest point and exploit it to survive.
If you match propaganda for propaganda, bribe for bribe, violence for violence, you will become them. It has to be something else. We have to do mass education and community support. Bigotry has to be countered with truth and generosity.
Instead of letting them use the poor, let's help the poor realize that they are better than tools of the greedy. The revolution can only start from the bottom and not the top. I don't see these boys as the enemy anymore; I see them as tools of our liberation. Those celebrities they worship may also be key to this. They have more power than the politicians realize.
The liberation of Nigeria will come from the streets. The streets are military.
"What is there in Nigeria that would even interest the US government?"🤡🤡🤡
"Stop fooling jor, the whole economy of Nigeria is not up to one city in Texas. That Hundeyin guy has done so much damage to you people's minds with his conspiracy theories."🤡🤡🤡
"Better leave all this CIA nonsense and take responsibility for holding your leaders accountable instead of blaming white people."🤡🤡🤡
Whenever you wake up...
Someone once humorously said to me, “If you ever want to see Mr Peter Obi’s shishi, just dress up like a nurse.”
Otherwise, forget it. The man no dey give shishi. 😂😂😂😂😂
Beneath the humour is a profound truth about Mr Peter Obi’s politics. He is unrepentantly committed to what I consider the three cardinals of a prosperous society: education, healthcare, and pulling people out of poverty.
That is why I support him.
I don’t need the shishi. I take the shishi, but I don’t need the shishi. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Give me a government that invests in the future of its people rather than one that shares crumbs today and leaves citizens poorer tomorrow.
The shishi can come and go. But a good school, a functioning hospital, and a thriving economy can change the trajectory of an entire generation.
That is the kind of politics I believe in.
I myself am a "men". Most of my friends are also a "mens". I have no idea who African women are referring to when they say that "men" prefer women who wear wigs over their natural hair. I can use myself and my sizeable friend group across 9 countries on the continent as enough of a sample size to categorically state that African men overwhelmingly prefer their women's natural hair.
Yet everytime this conversation pops up, we hear about this mythical creature called a "men like women in wigs." On behalf of African men, allow me to say it again that if "men" prefer female wigs over female natural hair, then we must be women - that does not apply to us at all.
We grew up with you people. You are our sisters, cousins, schoolmates and friends. The first picture of the female form that we saw and fell in love with as your brothers, nephews and high school boyfriends was you in your natural state. I don't think you realise how powerful that is. The girl from the next classroom that was every African boy's first love was a girl appearing in her natural state. That is the default picture of love that stays with us for life! We did not wake up one morning at 17 and suddenly decided that female beauty = a woman wearing a Hollywood production on her head.
That is fake news!
We've always loved you as you are.
The real issue is that you are receiving commercial messaging and social engineering propaganda to convince you that your natural state is incomplete, so that you will spend money to "fix" what was never broken, and some white guy somewhere gets paid off that. We do not control any of the messaging you are receiving! We don't control any social media algorithms. We don't control your TV programming. We don't control Netflix, Amazon Prime, Hulu, Disney+ etc. We don't make TV and movie casting decisions.
We don't own any of the supply chains and factories built around manufacturing your insecurity - the most we can do is retail these products that somebody else put in your mind, manufacturer in a Chinese factory, and shipped to your country. If we were the ones in control of any of these things, we would never push such products on you. Even drug dealers don't sell drugs to their own family members.
Anyway that's precisely the problem - we're the world's least powerful men and our weakness has built a superhighway for every Tom, Sandeep and Chung to dump toxic ideas and products on our women and leave us to deal with the fallout. It is precisely because we don't control Media, Politics, War, Industry or Logistics that we haven't built a physical and psychological wall around our women, unlike every other group of men on the planet.
Our weakness as a group is what has left our women's minds and bodies defenseless and open to exploitation from anyone and everyone - to the point where they literally look at their natural form in the mirror and think there is something they need to correct about it. They know that as a group, the only thing we offer to them is penis and they have learned to discount whatever we say, even when we tell them that they're beautiful as they are.
This is a problem that the African rebellion will naturally solve.
When African men take our rightful place in the world and begin exercising power as we should, nobody will need to tell African women that their beauty is not enhanced in any way by laying a dead Indian woman's hair above their own.
Power fixes these problems.