I want to be fair to @PeterPsquare . He is not wrong that French opens doors Igbo does not. He is not wrong that parents get to decide how they raise their own children. But I guess he underestimates the fact that he is not just any parent. P-Square is a name millions of Igbo people grew up admiring, their success made them proud to be who they are. People all over the world sang their songs using Igbo words. So when a voice like that says Igbo is not worth passing on, it does not land like one man’s private choice. It gives permission for a belief a lot of people were already quietly carrying, that English and French, in short anything foreign, sits above Igbo, that their native language is something to graduate out of rather than something to hold onto.
I am not Igbo. I am Swiss. But my husband made it clear from the beginning that our children would speak Igbo, and I have never once seen that as a burden or a complication. Our children speak Swiss German, English, and Igbo at home, German at school, and now French as well, since that is part of their school curriculum too. Five languages, and none of them fighting each other for space. That is the part people forget when they frame this as a choice. Children do not need to pick one language to be strong in. They can navigate several at once, easily.
It is adults who turn language into a competition. Children just absorb what is spoken to them and grow fluent in all of it.
A language is not only a tool for getting ahead. It is also a rooting tool, the place where love, memory, and belonging live. It is the specific way a grandmother scolds you and forgives you in the same breath. It is a joke that only works in the original. Lose the language, and you do not just lose a skill. You lose a room in your own house, one you can still visit as a guest but never quite live in again. That is what worries me most in this conversation. A child who cannot speak their father’s or mother’s language will, at some point, stand in that homeland and feel like a stranger. Not unwelcome, not unloved, just outside something that was supposed to be theirs by birth.
One day, my sons will be handed a kola nut, and in that moment, no one should have to do it for them. They should know how to receive it, how to speak over it, how to break it themselves, not pass it along to someone else because they never learned the words or the meaning behind them. That is such a small moment, and yet it says everything. It is the difference between being someone’s guest and being someone’s own.
So when I hear “Igbo is useless,” what I actually hear is a wound that has not healed.
From the outside, I have watched how often English or French get treated as the languages worth keeping, while Igbo gets treated as the one you can afford to let go of. That preference did not come from nowhere. It is a colonial hierarchy that convinced generations of people that closeness to their own culture was a limitation rather than a foundation. I don’t say this to shame anyone, least of all a man raising his own family the best way he knows how. I say it because the people who shape how we see ourselves carry a weight beyond their own households, whether they asked for it or not.
My hope is simple. That we stop treating our children’s languages as a competition with only one winner. That we let them have both the world and their roots, and trust that they are capable of holding both without ever having to choose.
“Pastor Ezekiel Dachomo, one of the boldest voices in Nigeria right now, is under serious threat.
Just two days ago, Fulani Muslim terrorists slaughtered nine members of his family. Now they've sent a letter to his church member threatening to kill him the same way they killed his brother.
In a powerful live video, Pastor Ezekiel called out President Tinubu and the Nigerian government for funding terrorism and allowing the Islamic agenda to infiltrate the military and the nation.
He made it clear: "This is war." He's calling on Christians to wake up and defend themselves and their faith; not out of hate, but to bring this evil to an end.
They are actively trying to assassinate him and his church members.
I spoke to him recently; even in the middle of all this, he remains resolute.
I called Pastor Ezekiel again earlier. He told me they were under attack in his area, then quickly hung up the phone.”
Let's not forget that Zidane, the young man from Southern Kaduna, was arrested by the authorities, and sentenced to death for finding the courage to defend his community against Fulani jihadists.
He's still on death row in Kaduna prison.
Self defence is not a crime. Zidane should be released immediately.
To the world
My name is Reverend Ezekiel Dachomo and today I speak not with hatred but with a heart full of pain and faith
A few days ago Fulani herdsmen sent a threatening letter to me and to members of my church
The letter was written in both Hausa and English and its message was terrifying
They vowed to attack me and kill me soon just as they killed nine of my relatives
Copies of these threatening letters have already been handed over to the security operatives
Many people have asked me if I am afraid
My answer is no
I am not afraid because my life is in the hands of Almighty God
The Bible says in Psalm 118:6
The Lord is on my side I will not fear What can man do unto me
I know what it means to bury those I love
I know what it means to wipe the tears of children who watched their parents murdered
I know what it means to stand before grieving families whose only crime was refusing to deny Jesus Christ
Now they say I will be next
But I ask the world
What is my crime
Is my crime that I speak for widows who have no voice
Is my crime that I cry for orphaned children whose parents were murdered
Is my crime that I tell the stories of persecuted Christians in Nigeria so the world will not forget them
Is my crime that I preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ and refuse to remain silent while innocent people are killed
If that is my crime then I will continue until my last breath
Jesus Himself warned us in John 15:20
If they persecuted Me they will also persecute you
I did not choose this path because it is safe
I chose it because truth must never bow before terror
They may threaten my life but they cannot silence the truth
They may kill the messenger but they cannot kill the message
Romans 8:35 says
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ Shall tribulation or distress or persecution or famine or nakedness or peril or sword
The answer is no
Nothing can separate us from His love
Today I ask the world not to look away
Remember the widows
Remember the orphans
Remember the innocent Christians who continue to suffer simply because of their faith
Stand with us in prayer
Stand with us in truth
Stand with us in demanding justice for every innocent life
And if one day my voice is silenced let the world remember that I never carried a weapon
My only weapon was the truth
My only mission was to defend the persecuted
My only desire was to let the world know that the blood of innocent people cries out before God
As Paul declared in 2 Timothy 4:7
I have fought the good fight I have finished the race I have kept the faith
May God strengthen every persecuted believer
May He comfort every grieving family
And may the light of Christ shine even in the darkest valleys until justice and peace prevail