@Latifat_writes No wonder your terrorist Muslim brothers are killing all the Christians in the north, nice one it's noted you guys know what you are doing don't worry continue supporting your terrorist brothers in unaliving innocent Christians, God will judge you someday👌
It may look like a joke, but there is a very serious truth in what Mr Lere is saying. When Mr. Peter Obi meets these young men, he is, in many ways, meeting his real campaign council, the people who stood with him, believed in him and carried his message without demanding positions, contracts, appointments or political favours.
These are not the entitled few who believe politics is an investment from which they must personally profit. These are ordinary Nigerians: the Kwilikwili sellers, the wheelbarrow pushers, drivers, artisans, traders, farmers, market women, students and young people struggling every day to survive.
They are the people who wake up every morning without knowing where their next meal will come from. They are the Nigerians harassed by bandits, kidnappers, criminals and abusive systems. They are the displaced families in Yelwata, Otukpo, Mangu and thousands of IDP camps across the country. They are the millions whose lives are reduced to statistics whenever government wants to announce another figure. These are the real Nigerians. And perhaps that is why the love for Mr. Peter Obi among many of them is so difficult to understand from the comfort of political offices and elite dinner tables. It is not transactional. It is not because somebody promised them a contract. It is not because they were handed an appointment. It is organic love born out of hope.
Mr. Peter Obi's real campaign council may not always sit in a five star hotel. It may happen under a mango tree, beside a roadside kiosk, in a motor park, at a village square, in an IDP camp, or around the woman frying kose somewhere in a village in Ogbadibo.
It may be the driver carrying passengers while discussing the future of Nigeria. It may be the trader selling tomatoes in the market.
It may be the young man pushing a wheelbarrow to earn his daily bread. It may be the mother who has lost everything but still believes Nigeria can be better. It may be the farmer who cannot safely return to his farm. It may be the displaced Nigerian sleeping in an IDP camp who still says, “Nigeria must work.” These people may not have titles, but they have a stake in Nigeria. So, yes, laugh at the picture if you want. But look carefully. There is something profoundly powerful happening in that photograph. A leader is standing with the people who have nothing to give him except their trust. And if we are serious about building a new Nigeria, those are precisely the people whose voices must matter.
The real campaign council of Nigeria is not made up only of the powerful. It is made up of the millions who are struggling, surviving and still refusing to give up on their country. That is where the movement lives. Under the mango tree. In the market. On the road. In the villages. In the IDP camps. Among the people. And that is where the future of Nigeria will ultimately be decided.
-DrMo