Friends and foes. Supporters, adversaries are in rare alignment. Fusing rapidly and rabidly into one accord. And on an old, odd template. This is frightening. All the same, the gospel truth. All agree. And surrender: Our home-grown democracy is choked. Breathing heavily. And in dire difficulty.
Nobody cares. None wants to save it either. They’re not ready to take it to an intensive care unit. Instead. They opt for the exact opposite: Snuffing life out of our frangible home-grown democracy.
That puts our 2027 under serious threat. And it’s wailing profusely. This appears deliberate. More than that. We perceive a thick smell of a well-coordinated gang-up. It’s being strangulated, vilified and battered. This happens each second of the day.
It won’t stop until 2027 happens to us. We can’t run away from the stark reality thrown at us by fate, destiny. That’s the ugly cross we must carry. The masterminds have heavy, expansive war chests. With uncanny stamina of long-distance runners.
Their kind of politics stimulates them. It’s a rare race of their lives. It has no ilk. They never get bored. Neither do they ever get tired. They’re ever energised, strong. You can’t beat them to their deadly machinations, manipulation, intrigues and intricacies.
Those are their familiar terrains. Their areas of core competence. The fields they excel most. So, they deploy their arsenal with all the greed in them. And practically empty themselves. And resources into the uncommon ventures. It’s a matter of two extremes: “Life and life” and/or, “death and death.”
Governors rushing to the All Progressives Congress (APC) don’t believe in God anymore. That’s if they ever did. They’re from all walks of life racing against their lives. God who put them in that position matters to them no longer. They bitterly bite the hand that fed them.
They have found a mini-god in President Bola Tinubu. They believe he is the tin-god destined to deliver them in 2027. Sadly enough. Tinubu is proudly and arrogantly playing a small god along that destructive path.
Grandstanding is the game. If not so. How can all but two Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) governors pour themselves into APC? Not anywhere else but Nigeria! Opposition parties are patently lazy and lay-back. This easily opens them up. They fall into manipulation and temptation.
They have one erroneous belief. That they’re being bewitched and tormented by the APC. This is particularly true and strong of the PDP. That’s why they are desperately seeking refuge in their tormentors’ den.
They refuse to “sit on the defence” any longer. They want to be actual partakers. And enjoy the luxury of bewitching and tormenting others. They have circled this mountains times over. Now, APC is the ultimate. Their safe haven of some weird sort.
Do you really blame them? Sincerely. One may be tempted to pause a while. Wonder aloud. And ask into the fleeting air. What people that matter still hold on to in PDP? Emptiness and nothingness. It can’t be anything but tatters and shreds.
That’s the way our politicians are staking against our dangling democracy. All for the sake of 2027. Personal destructive interests are being raised brazenly. Far, above and beyond our collective national interests.
Nothing demonstrated this best than the “Amended Electoral Law.” Its passage to say the least and the mildest was awful. The National Assembly graphically showcased the manipulating stuff we insist they are made of. They did us a monumental damage. In likeness and mode of a horror film.
Each time I watch Deputy Speaker, House of Representatives, Benjamin Kalu. In that demeaning three-minute video clip. I bleed inside of me. It’s a nightmare of unequalled magnitude. How did we arrive in this “poto-poto”? I ask nobody in particular!
He turned the gavel in his hand into something else. He misused it during that his “three-minute tenure.” His “tenure” was one of our darkest moments. The gavel became his sledgehammer. And manipulated it effectively against us. For the very bad and wrong reason.
At a time. He held the symbol of authority like a toy in the fragile hand of a toddler. He swung it around carelessly like a real tot. With that, under his weird supervision. The 156-clause Electoral Amendment Bill became an Act. In just three minutes. His went beyond record breaker. It was a record damager!
Kalu had the rare privilege to preside over the House in such a scarce occasion. A good opportunity to re-direct our rough path. But he elected to mess up big time. He opted to align against us. And chose to superintendent a shenanigan. What did he gain from his deed? Time will tell at the appropriate time and season.
In a show of conspiracy against us. In less an hour after Kalu completed the deadly deal. The 156 clauses became law unto us. Tinubu did the magic by the stroke of his presidential pen. All in a coordinated rat race against our own democracy in no-distant 2027. We were perplexed, bewildered. It was one display of an eerie solidarity by our ruining rulers!
True talk. The greatest threat to this democracy is its principal runners. They pretend not to see the abnormality in how they run, ruin this democracy. They feign complete ignorance of everything around them. They obey laws in utter disobedience. And order in its disorderliness.
Imagine Tinubu’s damning response to how NASS rabidly “passed” the Electoral Bill. That was an imposition. To serve a particular individual’s strictly personal interest. When a selfish hideous ambition becomes a queer national interest. The result is better imagined than experienced.
His calamitous, ruinous utterance via video clip: “…That I signed the electoral act, I have no choice. I don’t want to throw the country into turmoil of arguments.
“There’s an overwhelming majority by the National Assembly that passed the law. If I have serious questions or reservations about it, I would have raised it but I have none.
“I submitted myself to the principle of rule of law which is democracy, I signed it. The rest is history, we will meet at the polls. The game is sweet only when you’re winning…”
This brought the fear of a sole presidential candidacy in Tinubu. It crept into our space. Immediately, ADC cried loud foul. And made a vow, screaming: “We will resist plot to make Tinubu sole presidential candidate in 2027 poll.
“Nigeria’s democracy cannot thrive where the ruling party seeks to capture, infiltrate, or manufacture opposition parties for its own political convenience and survival.”
Perhaps all these oddities spiked anger in the North. It was visibly angry again last week. Sultan of Sokoto, Alhaji Mohammadu Sa’ad Abubakar, remains its arrowhead. The flagship of the North. He was compelled to display the displeasure.
He was damn right. We have sheepishly lost our precious attention to 2027 polls: “Attention seems to be more on that elections than addressing our ‘nagging’ security challenge.”
Global Terrorism Index swiftly aligned. It couldn’t have done otherwise. It pronounced a rare implicatory verdict on us. Terror attacks in Nigeria surged ahead unbridled, unchecked. It leapt by 43 per cent under Tinubu. Gushing from 120 incidents in 2024 to 171 in 2025.
Borno State accounted for 67 per cent of the attacks. And coasted home with 72 per cent of related deaths. Civilians made up 67 per cent of the casualties. Yet, that moved nor scared us not. Our leaders did not see enough trouble in all of that. It’s business as usual. They are already in 2027 bodies, souls and spirits.
But not the Sultan. He was highly disturbed. He would not relent. He insisted: “The gory videos and pictures we often see these days are dehumanising, to say the least. Government needed to act swiftly.”
Why do our leaders relish in lies uncontrollably? And they do it so brazenly. That’s arrogance and hypocrisy at their zenith. They should think deeply: “Arrogant lips are unsuited to a fool- how much worse lying lips to a ruler!” Professes Proverbs 17:7. Those who have ears…The choice is absolute theirs.
We can spot it in their body language. Actions and inactions. Politicians have buried 2027, even before it comes next year. They ignore our increasingly mounting security challenges. They plunge themselves into full-fledged electioneering. Without INEC blowing its whistle; counting their votes without anybody voting.
Appalling samplers: “As a party of conviction and vision, we have already set a target ahead of the 2027 elections. We have designed a mobilisation plan to deliver at least 10 million votes for Tinubu, in the six states of the South West alone.”
That is what Senate Leader, Opeyemi Bamidele vomited on Monday, March 9, 2027, in Ado-Ekiti. The North Central Youths, whatever that means, got the signal. It read Bamidele’s lips correctly. The message was not lost on its Director-General, Abdullahi Jemilu. He roared in Abuja on Tuesday, March 24:
“We will get more than five million votes. We’re getting more individuals coming to merge with our vision of bringing the President back to power.” Lucky Tinubu!
The start-off was on Monday, November 3, 2025, Benin, Edo State. Director-general, City Boys Movement, Francis Oluwatosin, badged on us. It was a thunderbolt. He was reported to have boasted: “The movement remains Africa’s largest socio-political youth platform, with a target to mobilise 10 million votes for Tinubu in the 2027 general elections.”
That is the evil kite they’re devilishly flying with arrogant impunity. They are all over us. Raving, rampaging and ranting. They come in varied types, shapes, shades, modes, et al. All struggling to deliver Tinubu with hundred million of votes in 2027.
We wonder where they are churning those bogus votes from. It couldn’t have been anywhere else but their election factory. That’s their database. They’re adamantly manufacturing figures based on fallacies. Certainly not on facts.
They refuse to be deterred. Stubbornly. They are making vote projections in millions. But we’re sobbing, wailing. And counting in hundreds of thousands, innocent lives lost to insecurity. We do this as daily rituals. No state is left untouched by these terrorists. Different strokes!
Check this out. It’s unarguably, a brilliant summation of our unending plight and predicament. In fact, the best in the recent of times. It’s succinct and compelling. It is viral in the open sphere. And there’s no stopping it anytime possible.
The reason it’s being amplified here. For the best effect, it is copied as forwarded. It captures aptly, the essence of our 2027. The year to make or mar us. It’s christened, “The Price of a Soul: From Naira Float to Photo-Ops.” Courtesy: Roland Bassey. Have a delicious chew:
“The footage from Imo State of a woman weeping and swearing her 2027 vote over a deep freezer isn’t a ‘success story.’ It’s a chilling look at the weaponization of poverty in Nigeria.
“Let’s look at the maths. This is the same government that floated the Naira, crashing its value in an import-dependent nation. A freezer that was once attainable is now a luxury most Nigerians can only dream of.
“They broke the currency, making basic appliances unaffordable. Then, they hiked the electricity tariff, making those same appliances impossible to power. They didn’t just move the goalposts; they took the whole pitch.
“This is a calculated cycle: Phase one; devalue the Naira and watch inflation swallow savings. Phase two; raise the cost of living until survival is a miracle. Phase three; gift a ‘free’ freezer to the most desperate for a 2027 endorsement.
“It’s a manufactured dependency. When you crush a person’s purchasing power, you aren’t just making them poor, you’re making them ‘purchasable.’ A deep freezer becomes a bribe for a future they’ve already stolen.
“If the Naira were stable and the economy functional, that woman wouldn’t be crying at a campaign rally. She’d be buying her own freezer with the dignity of her own labour.
“Don’t mistake a hand-out for a heart. The ‘City Boys’ aren’t giving gifts; they are returning a fraction of what they took through bad policy, and they’re charging you your vote for it.
“We aren’t just mourning a broken economy; we are mourning the strategic breaking of a people. A freezer is not worth your 2027. Your dignity is not for sale.
“Note on discourse: Dissent, cloaked in courtesy, graces our discourse. Vitriol and tirades find no harbour here.”
What a grand gang-up against our drooping democracy. We are helpless. It’s being ferried hurriedly to the slaughter slab by the very characters that should defend it. It may sooner than later become a dead kernel. A past tense. Even before our very eyes. It’s a genuine fear
Perhaps, 2027 is it?
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