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A court can’t validly try a case if it doesn’t have jurisdiction.
What jurisdiction means*
Jurisdiction is the court’s legal authority to hear a case.
- Any judgment it issues is *void* — not just voidable, but legally null from the start.
- It can be challenged at any time, even years later.
- Appeals courts will throw it out if jurisdiction was missing.
jurisdiction Cannot be waived or created by agreement. Parties can’t just agree to let the wrong court hear it.
Real-world example
Remember the Kenyan High Court ruling on Nnamdi Kanu’s rendition? That court did have jurisdiction because the arrest happened in Nairobi. But the Kenyan court wouldn’t have jurisdiction to try Nigerian officials for actions that happened entirely in Nigeria — that would be outside its territorial jurisdiction.
So the rule is: no jurisdiction = no valid trial. The case would get dismissed, or any verdict would be overturned later. Common sense.
Shabbat Shalom everyone. After our successful 30th May memorial in Israel we continued with our activities at the parliament. Soon good news will be heard and seen. Wait a little while. Elohim/ Chukwu Okike Abiama is with us and with Mazi Nnamdi Kanu. Have a blessed weekend 🙏🏽❤
>> The Line in the Sand <<
I named my oldest son's middle name Travis. After Colonel William Barret Travis. The young commander who stood inside a Spanish mission in my hometown of San Antonio in 1836, surrounded by Santa Anna's army, and wrote a letter to "the People of Texas and All Americans in the World" that ended with two words.
Victory or Death.
Travis was twenty-six years old. He had 180 men. The Mexican army outside numbered in the thousands and was growing daily. He could have surrendered. He could have slipped out at night. He could have made any of the calculations the world calls reasonable.
Instead he drew a line in the sand with the tip of his sword. He told every man standing there that anyone who would stay and fight should step across. Almost every man stepped across. Travis died on March 6, less than two weeks after he wrote his letter. The Alamo fell. But the line he drew never moved.
Texas was free six weeks later.
There comes a moment in every fight worth fighting when there is no more room for excuses.
Nigeria is at that moment.
No one can deny the genocide anymore. The bodies are counted. The villages are named. The mass graves are photographed. The president of the United States posts the footage on his own social media. The bill names the names. The killers shout Allahu Akbar on camera as they swing the machete. The Fulani militias have been documented, named, sanctioned, and sued.
No one can deny the centuries-long jihad anymore. The Sokoto Caliphate was founded by jihad in 1804 and has not stopped since. It conquered the Hausa. It enslaved two million people at peak. It exported tens of thousands of slaves north across the Sahara for a hundred years. It was preserved intact by the British. It governs Nigeria's federal architecture today. The same throne, the same family, the same project, two hundred and twenty years.
No one can deny what they did to Biafra anymore. Three million human beings, mostly children, starved and shot and bombed and erased across thirty months in the late 1960s — because the oil was under their feet and they would not bow. The photographs of Biafran children with the distended bellies of slow starvation are not propaganda. They are evidence. Memories. Scars. Intentional starvation was the federal policy, supported by the British. Three million dead — and not one war crimes tribunal. Not one apology. Not one bowed head. The verdict stands until it is reversed.
No one can deny the looting anymore. $12.7 billion in no-bid contracts to one convicted money launderer. $9 million in foreign blood money paid to Washington lobbyists to deny the killings. $9 billion a year in minerals illegally raped from the lands cleared by massacre. Federal allocation funneled from Niger Delta oil wells into Sokoto palaces. An entire generation of Nigerian children robbed of schools, robbed of futures, robbed of fathers, while a small handful of Caliphate insiders and their foreign partners write themselves checks larger than the budgets of nations.
No one can deny the silencing anymore. Truth-tellers are jailed. Journalists beaten. Platforms suspended. Opposition leaders dragged into court for treason and held for years without trial while killers walk free. Nnamdi Kanu has been in chains for years for telling his people that they have the right to be free. The regime has not learned a single lesson since the 1960s about what happens when you starve a free people of their voice.
No one can deny the radicalization of the youth anymore. Almajiri boys turned into machetes. Universities turned into recruiting grounds for the next wave of jihad. Boko Haram graduates given federal amnesty and free vocational training while their surviving victims sleep next to sewage ditches. As many as 12 million displaced, with a 50% chance of radicalization in the next few years without intervention.
No one can claim ignorance anymore.
No one can claim it is not their job.
It is everyone's job.
This is the line in the sand.
Travis did not have the luxury of waiting to see what the other Texas towns would do. He did not get to outsource his courage. He did not get to assume someone else would write the letter, draw the line, hold the wall. The siege was at his doorstep. The army was at his gate. The hour was upon him. He stepped up because nobody else could.
The hour is upon every Nigerian of conscience now. Every Igbo who has been told to bow. Every Yoruba who has been told to mind his own business. Every Berom widow who has buried her sons. Every Tiv father waiting for the next raid. Every Middle Belt pastor pulling bodies out of his church. Every peaceful Northern Muslim who lives in terror of being called a traitor for telling the truth. Every diasporan watching from London and Houston and Atlanta and wondering whether they have the courage to lend their voice.
The line is drawn.
You are either standing on the side of the killers, the regime that protects them, the lobbyists that whitewash them, and the silence that enables them — or you are standing on the side of the children in the IDP camps, the widows in Bokkos, the girls in the caves, and the future that depends on whether enough free people finally choose to act.
There is no third position. The neutral chair was removed when the bodies started piling up.
If you are not in the fight today, there will be a day of reckoning very soon. Not because anyone is coming for you with a sword. But because history is the cruelest judge a man can face. God is keeping account. The grandchildren of every silent witness will ask: what did you do when you knew?
Travis did not have to win at the Alamo to win the war. He only had to draw the line, hold it as long as he could, and trust that other free people would see what he had done and finish what he started.
Six weeks later, Sam Houston accepted Santa Anna's unconditional surrender at San Jacinto. "Remember the Alamo" was the war cry. Texas was free.
Nigeria's Alamo is now. Bokkos is the wall. Plateau is the wall. Benue is the wall. The Christian Middle Belt is the wall. The hidden IDP camps inside Abuja are the wall. Every village burned and every child buried is a stone in that wall.
Step across the line.
Get on the right side of history.
Victory or death.
#EarthShaker
SECRETARY RUBIO: "On Nigeria, where many were very concerned about violence against Christians, we are now actively in counterterrorism cooperation with the Nigerian government and Nigerian security forces."
American Veterans of Igbo Descent (AVID) unequivocally denounce the threats reportedly made by an individual identified as Danbature against Barrister Aloy Ejimakor. AVID respectfully requests the immediate removal of the video containing these threats and cautions that any action taken to harm Barrister Ejimakor will be met with appropriate and resolute measures.
@AloyEjimakor Bunkum. Without any shadow of doubt, everyone need not to be told that the British imperialists are problem of the contraption called Nigeria.
HE CALLS FOR UNITY AND NONVIOLENCE.
THEY CALL HIM A TERRORIST.
Nigeria’s illegal imprisonment of truth-speaker Nnamdi Kanu
Read the Sokoto Declaration. Then look at the cell.
A man chained in Sokoto just told the world, in writing, that the way forward is strict non-violence. Unity across tribe. Unity across religion. Unity across race. The basic human rights every human being is born with. Those are his words. That is now the record.
That is not a terrorist. That is a conscience.
And that is what the regime in Abuja cannot survive — a prisoner whose only weapon is the truth, and whose truth keeps getting louder the deeper they bury him.
Nnamdi Kanu was illegally abducted from Kenya. Tried under a law that no longer existed. A British dual citizen, convicted for words spoken in London. Shackled 800 kilometers from his family in a cell in the heart of the Caliphate to silence him.
It did not work. It will not work.
The whole charade has collapsed. The man calls for peace and they call him a terrorist. The man calls for unity and they call him a separatist. The man calls for human rights and they call him a threat. They have run out of lies, and the world has finally learned to read.
His only crime is telling the truth about a tryannical regime built on graves.
Release Nnamdi Kanu. Release every prisoner of conscience. Release them today.
The world is watching. History is taking names. And the prisoner of Sokoto has already won.
https://t.co/c7J9Vdht52
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