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A sitting Nigerian governor is facing calls for a visa ban — not just for himself, but for his entire family. And it’s all because of one name: Peter Obi.
Over the weekend, outrage swept through social media after reports surfaced that Governor Monday Okpebholo of Edo State had threatened Peter Obi, warning him never to step foot in the state again. The statement, widely condemned as undemocratic, was followed by a petition to the US and UK embassies, demanding immediate sanctions.
According to the petition signed by the Leadership & Accountability Initiative, the governor’s comments amount to a direct threat to democracy, freedom of movement, and the safety of an opposition figure. The document, dated July 21st, 2025, highlights Governor Okpebholo’s alleged statement on July 18th, where he reportedly said “whatever he sees, he should take,” referring to Peter Obi’s potential visit to Edo State.
This is not politics. This is intimidation.
And what’s even more alarming is the pattern. Just weeks ago, another sitting governor — from a neighboring state — also reportedly denied Obi entry into his own territory, citing “political reasons.”
What we’re witnessing is the systematic attempt to silence the most visible opposition leader in Nigeria today. And the world is watching.
The petition, now circulating widely on social media, describes this action as “a dangerous assault on the democratic space.” It warns that if left unchecked, this sort of state-sponsored bullying could plunge Nigeria deeper into authoritarianism.
Because let’s be honest: since when did governors have the right to pick and choose which citizens can enter a state? Since when did opposing the ruling party become a crime?
This is Peter Obi — a former presidential candidate, a public servant with a record of integrity, and a man who represents the hope of millions of Nigerians disillusioned by the current system. But instead of defending democracy, some in power are working overtime to crush it.
And now, the civil society is saying enough is enough.
They’ve made their case. The documents have been submitted to both the British High Commission and the United States Embassy in Abuja. Now the ball is in the court of the international community.
And Let’s be clear: this isn’t just about Peter Obi. This is about what kind of country we want Nigeria to be.
A place where political differences are settled with debate, or a place where threats and intimidation become tools of governance?
When a governor openly threatens a peaceful political figure — and gets away with it — it sends a dangerous message to the entire country: that impunity is the new law. That once you have power, the rules no longer apply to you.
And what makes this more disturbing is the silence from the Presidency.
President Bola Ahmed Tinubu, under whose party Okpebholo serves, has not condemned the threats. No investigation. No public caution. Nothing.
This silence is not neutral. It’s complicity.
How did we go from fighting for democracy… to threatening its defenders?
If Peter Obi can be told not to enter a Nigerian state — then what does that say about the rights of ordinary Nigerians?
This is a violation of the Constitution.
The Nigerian Constitution guarantees freedom of movement, freedom of association, and freedom of political participation. So why is a sitting governor behaving like a dictator? Why is a man, elected to serve all the people of Edo State, now turning around to issue threats as if the state belongs to him?
And what about the institutions that are supposed to defend us?
Where is the Nigerian Police Force?
Where is the Department of State Services?
Where is the National Human Rights Commission?
These are the checks and balances that are supposed to protect the Nigerian people — and right now, they are either asleep or pretending not to see what’s happening.
Meanwhile, the civil society is doing their job for them.
The petition from the Leadership and Accountability Initiative lays out the facts clearly:
The threat violates democratic norms.


It constitutes an abuse of state power.


And it undermines multiparty democracy in Nigeria.


Let’s be honest — if this had happened in any truly democratic country, the official would be summoned, investigated, and possibly suspended.
But in Nigeria, political violence is normalized.
And sadly, we’ve reached a point where those who speak truth to power are treated like enemies of the state, while those who abuse power are rewarded — or even promoted

The 2027 election may seem far off, but the battle for it has already begun With calculated attempts to intimidate, isolate, and silence opposition voices like Peter Obi.
When a sitting governor tells a major opposition leader to “stay away” from his state — what does that mean for other candidates? Will we soon see a Nigeria where every state is a stronghold, Where opposition campaigns are denied venue permits, chased out by thugs, or even physically attacked?
Is this the democracy our four fathers fought for?
Peter Obi is not just a candidate. He is a symbol for millions of Nigerians — especially young people — who believe in clean governance, who are tired of corruption, who want leaders that serve, not steal.
That’s why he scares them. That’s why they’re trying to clip his wings before 2027 even begins.
But here’s the irony: the more they try to silence Peter Obi, the more powerful his voice becomes.
Every threat, every insult, every abuse of power — it only exposes the fear in the ruling class. Fear of a man who doesn’t control the police, doesn’t control the courts, doesn’t control the electoral umpire… but has something even more powerful — the trust of the people.
That’s why petitions have gone out to the UK High Commission and the US Embassy, calling for travel bans on Governor Okpebholo and his family. Because if Nigeria refuses to hold its leaders accountable, maybe international pressure will.
The people are watching. The world is watching.
What Monday Okpebholo did was not just a political misstep — it was a direct insult to the spirit of democracy. His message was clear: “This state belongs to us. Outsiders beware.” But in a true democracy, no Nigerian is an outsider in any part of this country.
We cannot continue to normalize this madness. We cannot sit back and watch threats become standard politics. Today it’s Peter Obi. Tomorrow, it could be you — silenced, blocked, or worse, just for speaking your truth.
So, to the political elite who think they can silence opposition with fear — you’re wrong.
Because this generation of Nigerians is different.
We’ve seen what dictatorship looks like. And we’re not going back.
We will resist it. We will expose it. We will vote against it.
Peter Obi must be protected.
The people’s mandate must be respected.
And the enemies of democracy — no matter their title or party — must be held accountable.
Because Nigeria belongs to all of us.
Not just the powerful. Not just the connected.
But to every citizen who still believes in justice, truth, and a better tomorrow.

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Bush babies are actually called “Galagos” and they are mammals that are related to Lemurs. But while bush babies are animals, I think we have mistaken some paranormal entities to be bush babies.

For example, it is said that if you take hold of their mats or lanterns, you'll become wealthy. But the bush baby iitself doesn't use mat and lanterns, what you saw might have been either a gnome or a skin walker.

In old English stories, gnomes and elves were short beings that move about at night. It was believed that if you take hold of a gnome’s child or you can capture it or it's property, then it will pay you with wealth to be free — but of course, people scarcely ever caught them.

Conversely, a skin crawler is a witch that shape shifts into animals. They could turn to cats, bush babies and what not. And they bring jinx.

It could be that the crying animal at your window is one of these two entities!

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When I was in secondary school, on a certain Friday, our principal told us to bring brooms to school on Monday of the subsequent week.

On Saturday we went to farm to get dried fronds for my broom stick which I had decided to make myself.

My dad helped in cutting the palm fronds after a hectic day of weeding and attending to our crops. But in all the work, I forgot to take it home.

And with all the bustling about on Saturday evening and on Sunday, my memory failed me to remember that my broom was still in the farm.

In the middle of night, a Sunday night, I woke up with a start because I had dreamt about school and remembered that I had forgotten my broom in the farm. You can send me a friend request for more stories, thanks.

I needed to take it to the school the following morning because the teacher-in-charge was could with his canes.

I looked around the room and everyone was fast asleep. There was no way I could wake anyone to go with me and I couldn't wait till morning because my school was a far off distance from home and I needed to head there early.

In that anxiety, I didn't check the time, besides it was a full moon and it was so bright, my thoughts were that the night was still young.

I headed straight to farm without informing anyone. As I sauntered the farm, I was surprised that no one was heading to the farm. Had the whole village gone to sleep so early?

When I got to the farm, I saw two short figures that seemed to be crouched down. I couldn't actually tell their gender or age bracket but they sat facing each other talking and making odd crying sounds. My broom was in their midst.

A chill ran down my spine and fear immobilized me for some time. I wanted to scream but my mouth just stayed open.

I decided to throw something because I wanted to be sure if they were animals or humans. I reached for a cassava stem and threw it at them.

Immediately, they looked at my direction with their gleaming eyes. They picked up what I felt was their mats and started running towards my direction

They ran in a lopsided manner as though they had one leg each. They were hopping after me.

In response, my legs ran and the cool breeze sang a chorus in my ears. As I ran, I was sure that if I ran any faster my legs will touch my ears.

I kept shouting for my father to come. I ran for a good time until I started approaching cluster of houses and then, I didn't hear their footsteps again.

But I kept hearing voices, like someone talking in front of me and behind me. Though I didn't see anyone. When I finally got home, trembling and sweating profusely, I quickly check my brother's phone and it was 1:56am

Till date, I didn't tell anyone and I didn't step into that farm and with the shock, I didn't tell anyone what I had seen.

But I still see those things in my dreams most times

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This is a true story and even now, years later, I still get goosebumps thinking about it.

When I was 19 years old, I worked as a counselor in a summer camp. It was really gorgeous, with wooden cabins and a lake, but it was in the middle of nowhere. The camp was surrounded by a dense woods. There was nothing but trees and canyons and the closest town was over 20 miles away.

One night, when everyone had turned in and was sleeping soundly, I was suddenly awoken in the middle of the night. It was one of those times where you wake up and you have the feeling that something is not quite right.

My heart was racing for no apparent reason. I just lay there quietly, listening intently. The whole cabin was wooden, with fly screens over the windows, so I could hear the sound of crickets and the breeze blowing through the trees.


That’s when I heard it… a very faint cry for help. It sounded like it was coming from the woods. It was the cry of a young girl lost somewhere out in the woods.
I quickly got out of bed and woke my roommate who was another counselor.

I told him to listen and when the cry came again, we both heard it. We quickly got dressed, grabbed our flashlights and hurried outside in the direction the sound was coming from.

It was intermittent, but I could clearly hear the girl’s voice saying “Help!” or “I’m lost!” quite regularly, and quite a way into the woods. She sounded like she was in a lot of distress. The quicker we found her the better, so we could get her back to camp safely.

It was dark as hell that night, and all we had to light our way were two puny flashlights. The girl was out there in the pitch black with no way of seeing anything at all.

The boys’ cabins were on one side of the lake and the girls’ were on the other. On the way, we ran into a female counselor. She had heard the cries too from her side of camp. All three of us headed into the woods together, shining our torches left and right and calling out to the lost girl.


We were reluctant to go too far into the woods because we didn’t want to get lost in the darkness. Whenever we called out to the girl and heard her respond, it sounded like she was quite far in.

After walking for about five minutes, we could hear her crying and sniffling, so we knew were were close. It sounded like she was only a few feet away and we could hear her saying “I’m scared! Where am I?” in a low voice.

We kept trying to reassure her and just when we felt we were right beside her, she suddenly went silent. “We’re here! Where are you?” we called out, but there was no answer.

Then, in the distance, we heard her voice again, crying “Help me! I’m lost! Come quick!”

We started toward the sound of her cries and just when we felt that we were right on top of her again, she went silent. We called out to her. We waited for her reply. Nothing.

Then, from even farther away, we heard her voice again: “Help! Why can’t you help me!?”

Something didn’t feel right. We all looked at each other and without a word, we decided to head back to camp. We called out to the girl and told her we were going to get help and we would come back with a search party. We could still hear faint whimpers and crying sounds from her, so we told her to sit tight and we would be back soon.

The three of us sprinted back to camp and rang the big bell at the main office to alert the whole camp that there was an emergency. The camp manager switched on the flood lights and we all met in the quad for a roll-call and a head-count.

They started by calling the names of the counselors. We were all present. Then, they called the names of the campers. All of the kids were present. Nobody was missing.

They went through the roll twice and three times. Every single person that was meant to be at the camp, was checked off and present. But what about the voice of the girl?

The camp manager and the other counselors thought it was a false alarm and said that what we had heard must have been just the echoes of our own voices. They dismissed everyone and sent us back to bed.

The three of us knew what we had heard and it wasn’t an echo. It was creepy as hell. The voice kept leading us into the woods, further and further. Someone or something was luring us deeper into the woods and to this day, I have no idea what it intended to do to us.

This was by far the creepiest thing I have ever experienced. Myself and the female counselor believed it was something paranormal, but neither of us could explain it. The counselor who was my roommate refused to talk about it, and whenever we brought it up, he would say it was just voices echoing, but when I looked in his eyes, I could see that he was scared to dea.th.

He just wanted to convince himself it didn’t happen.
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Sometimes I wonder why my uncle doesn't eat with us as one family. Since the death of his wife, I had always been the one preparing the meal.

No mater how special my food was, uncle won't eat it. This made me restless.

The funniest part was that each time I ask him why, he'd always say he is not hungry.

So one faithful night, I woke up cos I was feeling pressed. After helping myself out of the rest room, I decided to check on my cousins, Stephanie and Andrew.

Stephanie is 4 while Andrew is 10, I met them fast asleep, so I went back to my room. Just immediately I got to uncle room, I heard a strange noise so I took a glimpse and I notice uncle was eating, but I couldn't see him clearly.

"Wow, this man dey cràze oo, shey him just dey do shakara for me say hungry no catch am... no wonder the food dey quick finish for pot. But why lying if he knew my food was delicious."

I went back to my room with different thought running through my mind.

" I must catch my uncle this time around" I slept throughout the day so I could be awake all through the night.

It actually pass 1am yet nothing happened. I was about going back to my room when I heard a knock on the door.

"Fuçk!! Who could that be, at this hour of the night??" I silently went back to my room, took a glimpse through the Window but I couldn't see anyone.

Few seconds later I heard my uncle communicating with someone.

After a while, I tiptoed down to my uncle's room

I Peeped through the door and behold I saw my uncle wife "auntie Chi Chi feeding uncle from her mouth, maggots was dripping down her hair, nose and even her mouth.

She was still putting on the clothes she wore before her death.
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