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FRAUD IBN 3RD DANCES ON THE SOULS OF THE DEAD IN BENUE
What befell Benue was a sorrowful song written in blood - a tragedy that should never have happened and must never be repeated. Yet, as the soil still drinks the tears of the bereaved and the wind carries the cries of the fallen, there are those who shamelessly turn mourning into a stage for politics, juggling the bones of the dead to score cheap points.
When your ex-wife loses a child, no decent man says, “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t left me.” That’s not wisdom, it’s wickedness dressed in self-righteous robes.
When your child defies your advice, takes your car, and barely escapes a fatal accident, no loving father stands over their broken body to say, “You see what disobedience brings?” A man with a heart mends the wounds before the rebuke.
As a lifelong lover of dogs, I train them with care and compassion. But should one stray and return bruised by the world, my first instinct is not to bark blame - I bind the wounds first, speak after.
Over 200 Nigerians met their end in Benue - in ways so cruel, so inhumane, that even the devil might pause. Yet, what did Fraud Ibn 3rd do? He leapt into the limelight, not to mourn, not to seek justice, but to politick on corpses, to speak with the tongue of ambition rather than the voice of empathy. "We told you not to vote along tribal lines - See where you are now!"
That, my friends, is not just indecent - it is immoral, irresponsible, and utterly repugnant. It reeks of a soul eaten hollow by ambition and a mind drunk on the wine of power.
We’ve buried too many sons and daughters of this soil - not in honour, but in horror. True patriots mourn. Real leaders know that there is a time for politics and a time for prayer, a time for strategy and a time for silence. But to climb the political ladder on coffins? That’s the way of vultures, not visionaries.
Dear Fraud Ibn 3rd, your demonic desperation will not buy you the presidency. If I were a conspiracy theorist - and perhaps an officer in the intelligence community - I would say your post was suspiciously celebratory, as though the massacre was music to your ambition. And seeing how far your appetite for power stretches, one can easily ask: Do you have a hand in this?
Because at this point, the only thing louder than your desperation is the silence of the 200 whose blood cries out from the ground.
This isn't politics - this is a desecration. And history, like the gods, does not forget.
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