₦airaland Forum

Pakistan is always behind Islamic theorists. They provided shelter and embassy to Talaban govt that host Bin Laden and also offered Bin Laden shelter before he was killed. Denying involvement is totally unbelievable.

Sam had always been anti people. Why

I hope these are not merely Fuel smugglers. In war, innocent people are usually ropped in as suspects. I hope due dilligence should be made during investigation.

abnormalities have taken over in our land. Tinubu started it and now House of Rep speaker want to perfect it. Everyone wants to take over the subnational government. Its well. Let see how it will end.

He should be treated as an innocent man while the call made through the registered sim cards are tracked. He also may be mentally unstable as these kind of people are known to be obssessed with one object or the other. Maybe in his case, he was obssessed with sim card, registserd or not.

I wonder how Modi with all his faned brilliance allowed things to degenerate to this ugly point. Its so unfortunate.

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WHEN THE FOREST HAS ONLY ONE TREE

The elders say, “A man who chases away all other drummers so he alone can beat the drum will soon tire, and his rhythm will grow bitter in the ears.” Yet in this land of many tongues and many paths, we now see only one road being cleared—the road that leads into the belly of the ruling party.

Day by day, those once called opposition, those who once roared like the leopard and spoke truth to the elephant, now bend their backs like the hyena in the presence of meat. They say it is for “unity,” but even a blind man knows when the wind smells of fear.

When the goat begins to dine with the lion, the forest knows that hunger has removed wisdom from the land.

The danger is clear: if this continues, we will not have a country, but a choir where everyone sings the same song even when the house is on fire.

To those who defect not for the people, but for their pockets: “The chicken that dances for the hawk has written its own funeral song.”

Let this land not become a forest with only one tree, or we shall soon find ourselves with no shade, no fruit, and no birds to sing.

Let the people remember: “Even the blind man knows when the market is empty.” Nigeria must rise above this dance of deception, or risk becoming a place where truth, like the opposition, is buried without a grave.

The elders say, “A man who chases away all other drummers so he alone can beat the drum will soon tire, and his rhythm will grow bitter in the ears.” Yet in this land of many tongues and many paths, we now see only one road being cleared—the road that leads into the belly of the ruling party.

Day by day, those once called opposition, those who once roared like the leopard and spoke truth to the elephant, now bend their backs like the hyena in the presence of meat. They say it is for “unity,” but even a blind man knows when the wind smells of fear.

When the goat begins to dine with the lion, the forest knows that hunger has removed wisdom from the land.

The danger is clear: if this continues, we will not have a country, but a choir where everyone sings the same song even when the house is on fire.

To those who defect not for the people, but for their pockets: “The chicken that dances for the hawk has written its own funeral song.”

Let this land not become a forest with only one tree, or we shall soon find ourselves with no shade, no fruit, and no birds to sing.

Let the people remember: “Even the blind man knows when the market is empty.” Nigeria must rise above this dance of deception, or risk becoming a place where truth, like the opposition, is buried without a grave.

The elders say, “When the lizard of the homestead jumps from the high iroko and no one praises it, it will praise itself.” But how shall a boy who has not yet grown the whiskers of a man begin to sing of his survival from the claws of a society that tried to swallow him whole?

Quadri Alabi was only seventeen seasons old—his feet barely firm in the soil of youth—when the whirlwind of injustice blew and carried him like dry leaves into the belly of a prison. His only crime: he refused to bow his head to the petty gods of the street, the touts who have turned our towns into small empires of extortion.

They accused him falsely, as is the custom of the wicked when the innocent do not fear their threats. And the long arm of the law, instead of holding a shield for the weak, lent its hand to the beating drum of oppression. “The sheep says the man who beats the drum for the leopard to dance is no friend of the sheep.”

In the police station, they broke his voice. They forced him to wear the age of a man so they could throw him into the pit where only hardened souls return whole. And when the iron gate of the prison swallowed him, it was not just his freedom that was taken—it was a piece of his innocence, torn and discarded like the husk of roasted corn.

Day after day, young Quadri cleaned human waste—not because he sinned, but because he had no coins to give the gatekeepers of mercy. “In a land where money speaks louder than truth, the poor man's cry is drowned in silence.”

This, my people, is no isolated tale. It is the growing song of a nation slowly forgetting the value of its children. A tree that is not watered in its tender years cannot give shade in the time of heat. And so I ask: What becomes of a country that bruises its future in the bud?

They say children are the leaders of tomorrow. But in our land, the same children are beaten today, starved of hope, stripped of dignity, and then expected to grow wings to fly. “You do not cut a chicken’s wings and then command it to fly to the sky.”

Quadri Alabi’s story is a mirror, and every eye that beholds it must ask itself what kind of reflection it desires for this land. For every child wrongly caged, we build one more stone in the prison of our nation’s soul.

But hope, like the stubborn yam shoot, finds its way through even the hardest earth. Quadri, with the help of those whose hearts still beat for justice, walked out of the darkness. He is a scarred seed, yes, but one that may still grow if the land allows.

To every leader who has ears but refuses to hear: know this—“The day the hunter becomes the hunted, the forest learns silence.”

Let the land remember its children. Let the drums beat again for truth. For a nation that buries its young in fear and silence digs its own grave in ignorance.

Childhood best friends have lot of memories to share. But not all of them are worth the stress. I believe that the two have been constantly communicating over the years.

Some people won't believe this story.

Toothless barking. This embrassing and futile vows should stop. Its becoming irritating. Government needs to take action and stop opening mouths like a helpless woman. Protect the people for Christ sake. This is the minimum requirment for a government. The minimum and the sole essence for existence of government.

Natashas in the Arena: Power, Scandal, and the Paradox of Women in Nigerian Politics"

In the high-stakes theater of Nigerian politics, where power is often a masculine currency, two women—both bearing the name Natasha—have carved their paths with grit, controversy, and the unyielding glare of public scrutiny. Their shared name “Natasha”, derived from Russian name “Natalia” which means "born on Christmas Day" or "birthday of the Lord," carries an irony that is impossible to ignore.
For these Natashas, their political births have been anything but divine—marked instead by battles for legitimacy, gendered attacks, and the relentless scrutiny which women in power face far more than their male counterparts. It doesn’t help either that the two Natashas are members of opposition in their respective states and legislative houses.

Senator Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan: The Firebrand and the Fallout
Senator Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan (Kogi Central) is no stranger to controversy. A lawyer, entrepreneur, a member of opposition party PDP, and fierce advocate for her constituency, she rose to prominence as a vocal critic of corruption in Kogi’s political machinery. But her recent suspension from the Senate—after accusing Senate President Godswill Akpabio of sexual harassment—has reignited debates about the price women pay for speaking out in male-dominated spaces.

• The Suspension: Her allegation against Akpabio was met not with an investigation, but with punitive action. The Senate’s decision to suspend her for "unparliamentary conduct" rather than address her claims speaks volumes about the culture of silencing women who challenge powerful men. It is so saddening when one recalls the verbal altercation between Akpabio and then-Senate President Bukola Saraki over seat arrangements, yet that Akpabio was not suspended.

• The Fight to Retain Her Seat: Now battling to retain her position, she embodies the paradox of Nigerian women in politics: celebrated for breaking barriers, yet punished for refusing to play by the unwritten rules of a patriarchal system.

Hon. Natasha Irobosa: Love, Scandal, and the Double Standard
Meanwhile, in Edo State, Hon. Osawaru Natasha Irobosa (Egor Constituency) is making headlines for a different kind of battle—one fought not in the chambers of power, but in the court of public opinion. Her confirmed relationship with married music icon Tuface Idibia has drawn both fascination and condemnation.

• The Hypocrisy of Scrutiny: While male politicians openly flaunt affairs and polygamous entanglements without career consequences, Natasha Irobosa faces moral policing. The outrage directed at her—not Tuface—reveals the gendered hypocrisy in how society judges women’s personal lives versus men’s. She has been unjustly accused of turning the 50 years old music icon to her handbag

• Political Resilience: Despite the noise, she remains Deputy Minority Leader, a testament to her political acumen. Yet, the focus on her relationship overshadows her legislative work—another example of how women’s professional merits are often eclipsed by personal narratives. No post in the media has discussed her contribution in Edo House of Assemble even as an opposition member.

The Natasha Paradox: Power and Peril
Both Natashas, in their own ways, reflect the precarious tightrope women in Nigerian politics must walk:
• Visibility vs. Vulnerability: The more prominent they become, the more their lives are dissected—whether for challenging male authority (Akpoti-Uduaghan) or for defying societal expectations of female propriety (Irobosa).

• The Name’s Irony: Natasha—a name tied to birth and divinity—contrasts sharply with the political rebirths these women are forced into, fighting not just for their seats, but for their very voices to matter.

Women in Nigerian Politics: A War on Two Fronts
The Natashas’ stories underscore a harsh reality: Nigerian women in politics must wage war on two fronts—against systemic marginalization and against the societal lens that magnifies their flaws while excusing men’s. Until the political arena stops punishing women for being visible, outspoken, or human, the promise of equitable representation will remain unfulfilled.

Lesson:
Perhaps the lesson here is not just about two Natashas, but about the countless women who dare to step into the arena—only to find that the battle for power is also a battle for the right to exist in it, unapologetically.

Kaycee Writes from Enugu

Long over due

Good, farming is a gold mine.

Mmm. Nsugbe seems very far from Enugu town. I hope the site is also world class

Good striker. I always remember Nigeria Vs South Africa AFCON

Chai. May his soul rest in peace. This kidnapping and murder is getting too much. Government at all levels refuse to take this security serious. For Christ sake, what stops government at local, state and Federal government levels to stop all infrastructural development and develop a powerful security architecture that involves mounting of hidden CCTV everywhere that are being monitored 24/7

This is sad. Upcoming local contractors/engineers will be left out.

what

Why do Senator Akpabio feel irritated by this women. Is it that they refused to be intimated by his (non)personality, I somehow believed that his ego is at stake.

Iragbiji, Osun State Charity begins at home.

The outside world knows us far more than we know ourselve. Our propaganda not withstanding.

Better than marrying them 9ff.

Congratulations 🎉🎉 sir.

Too many rapists around the globe. India and other 3rd word countries. May God protect our female genders,

is this "It further clarified that the allocations of N50.27bn for the Office of the Governor, N665.71bn for the Office of the Deputy Governor’, and N3.42bn for the Office of the Secretary to the State Government"an error or wha, beacuse I cant understand

contempt of courtyou say. Ok naw

Indiscriminate looters

Hahaha a man with zero experience or knowledge about the operation of down stream industry is fact checking refinery. I am quite sure, he can not name any of the equipment there. Look at him carrying an award of visitation. No picture of even loading vehicles or any of the products being produced. If the refinery is working even 10%, why is it that no member of IPMAN has lifted even a bucket of any of the products. Lies can never run a country, never.

Iran has always been a terrorist country. It derives orgasm in executing people. No sane person should ever support Iranian government.