Obi tried kneeling. Tried crying. As the van left, nobody celebrated. Nobody shouted. We just stood there, ashamed. Because deep down, we had clapped for him before.
And thatโs the real lesson.
In Nigeria, corruption doesnโt live alone. It rents a flat inside our silence
"You were not sorry until youโre caught"
Letโs start there.
Because that line alone already knows Obi. Knows his type. Knows that particular confidence Nigerian men get when community money enters their hand and conscience suddenly travels abroad.
Thatโs when Mama Nkechi spoke.
โYou were not sorry until you were caught.โ
Because thatโs the truth we hate. Sorry is cheap. Regret is easy. Tears are refundable. But accountability? Ah. That one is scarce like fuel during subsidy wahala.