@TheoAbuAgada This guy you talk too much.
You are just acting like you are not interested in having a fruitful combination with the group.
You are not helping matters with all these your rhetorics
@WOkene For a man to have a side chick means that he never values his wife.
And your principal falls into this category.
Every man wants a wife like Margaret Obi, so that they won't no longer look for side chick like Demi.
I made a website about @PeterObi. It details his entire life, his roots, offices held, source of wealth, documented donations, achievements as a governor, and more.
When they ask you what Peter Obi did as governor, send them https://t.co/MJy4SuUuXH
Retweet this to get it far!
@publikphigor@PeterObi Wow
You done give APC another nightmare work.
They would want to create their own but the problem remains, their oga no even know his root😂💔😂
“Peter Obi is surrounded by content creators. Obi is surrounded by unserious people. Obi is surrounded by kids” bla, bla, bla
But at least Peter Obi is not surrounded by thieves, criminals, & people with questionable character.
That alone is a flex. A big one!
“Peter Obi is surrounded by content creators. Obi is surrounded by unserious people. Obi is surrounded by kids” bla, bla, bla
But at least Peter Obi is not surrounded by thieves, criminals, & people with questionable character.
That alone is a flex. A big one!
There is a sickness in the land that no hospital can cure.
A man stands in the open, sleeves rolled, voice unguarded, ready for the ordinary Nigerian to question him (Peter Obi) like a father answering his children at the evening fire. He offers the rarest currency in our politics: humility that does not demand applause. He makes himself small so the people may feel tall. And what do we do? We spit on the calabash of clean water and run after the one who kicks the bowl over, the one who walks with his chest swollen like a toad after rain, the one who believes the people are only useful when they are on their knees.
It is the same old madness. The same story our grandmothers told under the mango tree and we still refuse to hear.
A young woman is courted by two men. One speaks soft, works hard, shows respect, waits at the door like a man who knows a woman’s dignity is not for the taking. The other arrives with dust on his shoes and arrogance in his throat. He insults her in front of her friends, raises his hand when the mood turns, takes what he wants whether she says yes or no. And yet, night after night, she returns to the second man, lips swollen, eyes lowered, inventing excuses the way a thief invents alibis. “He is just stressed.” “He loves me in his own way.” “At least he is not boring.”
Tell me, is this love or is this the hunger of a soul that has grown addicted to the whip?
Our people have become that woman. We look at the humble man and call him weak. We look at the bully and call him strong. We cheer the one who tramples us because the sound of his boots feels like music we already know by heart. The proverb is old but it still cuts: *the dog that is used to being beaten will bark at the one who offers it meat.* We have barked so long at kindness that we no longer recognise the hand that does not strike.
Perhaps the average Nigerian is not merely a victim. Perhaps we are secret lovers of the chain. Perhaps oppression has become our preferred perfume and we spray it on ourselves every election season, smiling as the bottle runs dry. The hawk does not need to hunt when the chicks keep walking into its shadow and calling it shade.
So the question hangs in the air like smoke after a fire that refused to die: when a man finally opens the door and says, “Come, ask me anything,” why do we turn away and run toward the one who locks the door and laughs while we beg outside?
The answer, if we are honest, is uglier than any politician. It lives in us.
Beyond Football: The Match for a Better Nigeria
This weekend, Europe comes alive again with football. Millions of Nigerian youths will be glued to television screens, streaming matches, debating tactics, celebrating victories, and admiring the organisation, discipline, and excellence that make European football the envy of the world. But here is a question worth asking: Why can’t Nigerian football be just as good?
The answer is not a lack of talent. Nigeria has produced world-class footballers who have excelled in Europe because they found systems that reward merit, invest in infrastructure, ensure security, and are governed with competence and accountability. Great football does not exist in isolation. It grows where there is good governance.
The stadiums, academies, transport systems, healthcare, security, electricity, and institutions that support football are products of leaders who make the right choices and citizens who insist on accountability. Nigeria has the talent. What we have lacked is leadership that creates an enabling environment for that talent to flourish.
As I have decided, in the next 150 days, to engage Nigerian youths wherever they gather—in town halls, campuses, online spaces, and even football communities—my message is simple: The future you admire in Europe can be built in Nigeria. But it starts with your vote.
Imagine a Nigeria where our local league is competitive, our stadiums are full every weekend, our clubs attract sponsorship, our coaches receive proper training, and young footballers no longer see emigration as their only path to success.
Nigeria will not emerge through wishful thinking. It will emerge when young Nigerians decide that elections matter as much as football matches. Every goal scored in Europe is a reminder that excellence is possible. Every well-managed league is proof that systems work when honest leadership is in place.
The 2027 presidential election is therefore more than a political contest. It is an opportunity for Nigerian youths to choose the kind of country they want—a nation that exports talent because it is respected, not because its citizens are escaping failed governance.
Cheer for Manchester United, Arsenal, Chelsea, Liverpool, Manchester City, Barcelona, Real Madrid, Bayern Munich, PSG, Inter, AC Milan, or any club you support. Enjoy every match. But when the final whistle blows, remember that the greatest match awaiting Nigerian youths is not in Europe. It is in Nigeria.
It is the match for good governance. It is the match for jobs, security, education, sports development, and national renewal. And unlike football, where only twenty-two players are on the pitch, every Nigerian youth has a place in this match.
Stand up. Mobilise. Vote. Defend your vote.
If Nigerian youths can passionately follow European football every weekend, they can also passionately build a Nigeria where our own football—and our nation—becomes a source of pride.
The journey towards better Nigerian football begins with the path to good governance. And the path to good governance begins with the decision of Nigerian youths to stand up and be counted in 2027.
Every weekend, starting today, I will come to you with a reminder of January 16, 2027, and our future. We can create world-class standards right here at home.
It’s in your hands, and that new Nigeria is POssible. -PO