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OPINION: For Tinubu And Sanwo-Olu [Monday Lines 1]

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By Lasisi Olagunju

“When lions battle, jackals flee.” Isaac Newton wrote that to his bitter rival, Gottfried Leibniz. It was a barbed remark on their feud over who between them invented calculus. The more you read of the mutual respect those two had for each other, the more you wonder why they ended their respective careers in very bitter, reckless animosity; the more you also ponder over the cost of that fight and whether it was worth the troubles.

President Bola Ahmed Tinubu and Governor Babajide Sanwo-Olu of Lagos are two big men who are not equals. One is the boss, the other the boss’s boy. They are not equals, so, there cannot be a rivalry between them over feats and achievements. But they fight; and it is right here in the open. I’ve heard people demanding to know what they are fighting over. We do not know. Let no one talk about Lagos speakership. The sack of Mudasiru Obasa, which was as abortive as Dimka’s coup of 1976, was just what it was – a symptom; it was a reaction to something; there was an underline cause. What was it?
Sanwo-Olu and his boss are no Isaac Newton and Gottfried Leibniz and so their fight couldn’t be over who takes the priority on a matter designed to help humanity. If there is a delectable Queen Cleopatria somewhere, I would have drawn a parallel between what is unfolding in Lagos and what unfolded between Rome’s Octavian (Augustus Caesar) and Mark Anthony. But there is no seductress in the mix, I will, therefore, not deliver to age what it is no longer capable of tweaking.

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So, what did Sanwo-Olu do? Or what did he not do? Both sides are not talking. All we’ve seen was an ungracious rejection of a friendly gesture; the snub of a handshake by the more powerful potentate. We’ve also seen a convenient skip of the junior power where he ought to speak.

Politics is a fast-paced game. You slept yesterday at the war camp and woke up today to news of a ceasefire. But the wise knows that political feuds inflict invisible wounds. They use that to explain why political wounds never heal and wars never end even when you read texts of forgiveness consequent upon atonement for unknown sins and apologies for unstated crimes.

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Some people are happy, clinking glasses over the power buffetings in Lagos. They drink to the health of the feud; they wish it greater vigour; they wish its fire is unquenchable. These are people who do not like Lagos and its politics at all and who have been their victims. They see the fight as the elixir that would cleanse the land of all its sins and cure it of its sicknesses. They talk of power and its excesses. They point at Akinwumi Ambode, the man who was brought low so that Sanwo-Olu could ride high. They remember Babatunde Fashola who escaped breathlessly simply because he was like Coca-Cola, more popular and successful than the parent company. They point at a Governor Bola Tinubu of Lagos who serially used three deputy governors in a tenure of eight years. If I were the president, I would also look at this unedifying statistics and repack my big and small intestines.

A leader should be very careful on the way he treats his people, particularly, the companions who look up to him. There was an Orangun of Ila who bulldozed his way to power with charms, and then elevated the humiliation of his principal chiefs to an art. An Ila historian wrote that the king’s “humiliating treatment (of the chiefs) reached intolerable proportions when he frowned at seeing the Iwarefa (the kingmakers) in decent attires. When a chief made a new garment, he was obliged to excise the breast and patch it with a rag.” But every reign, no matter how glorious or inglorious, must come to an end. How did it end for that oba? He didn’t die on the throne. His character gave him a fate which made him farmer outside power. Ó fi’gbá ìtóòrò mu’mi nínú oko (he drank water with ìtóòrò melon calabash on the farm). I suggest you read ‘The Orangun Dynasty’, a very rich 1996 book on the history of the Igbomina stock of the Yoruba, authored by Ila Orangun’s very first university graduate, Prince Isaac Adebayo; check pages 40 and 41.

A leader is a masquerade; he must not tear his own veil. When a leader makes and unmakes subordinates, he rends his own cover. “Ènìyàn l’aso mi” is a Yoruba expression which, in English means “people are my clothes; they are my covering.” As a Yoruba proverb, it emphasizes the importance of people in people’s lives. Whatever cloth the masquerade wears is that ‘thing’ that makes the wearer an Egungun. He must protect it because it is his store of power. But my people say power is like medicine; it intoxicates. A researcher adds that “ultimately, the accumulation of power becomes dangerous even to its owners.” Is that why someone saw “a link between mask and menace”?

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So, when we interrogate the use of power by the one we have come to call Lagos, we should always remind him that the costume is the sacred adornment which people see, respect and venerate in the masquerade. For a leader, his principal boys and girls are his costume, they are his cover. He needs them when harmattan comes with its fury. And harmattan will come whenever the masquerade repairs back to the grove when the festival is over, and it will be over.

Even lions, kings of the jungle, place great value on strong bonds within their prides for survival and well-being. There is an old Irving King song on this: “The more we get together/The merrier we’ll be.” That song emphasizes human interconnectedness; the support embedded in community.

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Jackals are opportunists, and they are many in this Lagos fight. Newton’s feuding-lion imagery is an evocation of the themes of strength, of hierarchy, and of consequence. It defines the strained relationship of one big expert with the other big man. The other part of his proverb ‘bombs’ the miserable jackals, minions who lurk around the battlefield, who thrive in chaos and on scraps from the feuding powers.

American novelist, Herman Melville, says a thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men. We should not live our lives as if we exist only for ourselves. Public ‘spanking’ of a governor for unknown and unsaid sins is petty. A president should have snubbed rebuff as his option of engagement. If I were him, If a ‘boy’ offended me, I would just ‘face front’ and concentrate on delivering the Chinaware I carry unbroken. If your load is a pot of palm oil, avoid stone throwers.

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But the president is not pacifist me. He enjoys fighting wars after wars. He is like Sango who desperately desired a fight but found no one to fight. Sango looked round and pounced on the wall and wrestled with it. There was also an Aare Ona Kakanfo who itched for a battle and could get none. He stoked a rebellion at home against himself and by himself violently put it down. Because of this and many more like it, the man was nicknamed Aburúmáku (the wicked one who refuses to die).

Are there no elders again where the feuding feudal lords come from? I read texts calling for propitiation. Why not? Appeasement without reason may look stupid but Napoleon Bonaparte settled it long ago when he said that “in politics stupidity is not a handicap.” Borrowing lines from Ulli Beier, I would say that now that men appear to have failed to stop this war with reason, women should be called upon to come and kill the fire. Our mothers are like Osun, “the wisdom of the forest; the wisdom of the river. Where the doctor failed, she cures with fresh water. Where medicine is impotent, she cures with cool water.”

The first lady should therefore step out, open her Bible (KJV) to Mark 4:39 and read to her husband: “And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.”

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If she does that, I will be encouraged to give the president two lines from William Shakespeare: “Come, wife, let’s in, and learn to govern better;/ For yet may England curse my wretched reign” (2 Henry VI, IV, ix, 4).

If our president’s reign won’t be cursed for wretchedness, he should prioritise the people’s welfare over serial petty fights with his boys. Nigerians are panting at home and reeling in pains at work; on the road, they groan. They are not entertained at all by presidential beer parlour brawls like Musician Ayinla Omowura’s last fight. You don’t become king and still keep trysts with crickets. No.

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Christmas: FRSC Deploys 452 Personnel, 12 Patrol Vehicles In Bauchi

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The Federal Road Safety Corps (FRSC), in Bauchi state says it has deployed 452 personnel to ensure free flow of traffic in the 2025 Christmas celebration taking place on Thursday.

Mr Apaji Boyi, the Sector Commander, FRSC, disclosed this in an interview with newsmen in Bauchi on Tuesday.

Boyi further explained that in order to ensure effective coverage and instant responses to any form of road traffic issues as well as a hitch-free celebration, the command also deployed 12 patrol vehicles.

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The Sector Commander added that five ambulances and one tow truck were also deployed to that effect.

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“It’s an annual event and we are well prepared. We have deployed about 452 personnel and 12 patrol vehicles with five ambulances and one tow truck.

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“We are quite conscious of the volume of traffic that will be coming into Bauchi and in view of that, we are well prepared. We have deployed both personnel and logistics and presently we are concentrating on the entrances to the state.

“This is because people will be coming in from all the nooks and crannies of the state and patrol operation is ongoing to ensure safe movement of all the participants to the city,” said the commander.

He said that the corp would maintain traffic control and free flow of movement would be guaranteed.

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Boyi however, called on all the people to avoid speeding, overloading of passengers and goods as well as adhere strictly to all the traffic rules and regulations.

They should have it at the back of their minds that it is only the living that celebrate.

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“We are praying that by next year, we shall all be alive to also celebrate the Christmas,” said the FRSC boss.

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Christmas: NSCDC Deploys 1,100 Personnel As Police Assure Adequate Security In Bauchi

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The Nigeria Security and Civil Defence Corps (NSCDC) has deployed 1,100 personnel to ensure safety and security of lives and property during Yuletide season.

This is contained in a statement by Saminu Yusuf, the NSCDC Public Relations Officer and made available to newsmen in Bauchi on Tuesday.

According to him, the deployment included both covert and overt operations, joint patrol of flash points areas across the state, protection of critical national assets and infrastructure as well as worship centres, parks, eateries, banks, and hotels.

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He further added that the Commandant charged all Area Commanders, Divisional Officers and men of the command to be diligent, focused, honest in carrying out their duties and also to intensify patrols, dominate public spaces, and remain proactive and vigilant before, during, and after the Christmas.

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The Commandant also advised the good people of the state not to engage themselves in activities that may lead to breach of security during the festive period but whenever they see something or any suspicious movement around them, they should report to any NSCDC,” he said.

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Similarly, Omolori Aliyu, the Commissioner of Police in the state also reassured the public of adequate security to ensure peaceful and hitch-free celebrations throughout the festive periods.

This is contained in a statement by Nafiu Habib, the Police Public Relations Officer (PPRO) and made available to newsmen in the state on Tuesday.

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According to the statement, the Commissioner of Police in the state charged all Area Commanders, Divisional Police Officers (DPOs) and Tactical Commanders to intensify patrols, dominate public spaces, and remain proactive and vigilant before, during, and after the Christmas and New Year procession.

The Commissioner of Police enjoins members of the public to remain security conscious and promptly report any suspicious activities within their neighborhoods to the nearest police station, as communities remain the best focal to effective policing.

“If you see something, say something,” read the statement in part.

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OPINION: The Day Friendship Died

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By Israel Adebiyi

There is a peculiar kind of pain that comes when two people who once spoke in whispers begin to shout at each other in the marketplace. It is not just the quarrel that hurts. It is the knowledge that both parties know where the bodies are buried. In our clime, we are often warned about who to trust with secrets. Journalists are frequently accused, unfairly, of being incapable of discretion. Even clergymen are sometimes mentioned in hushed tones. Yet experience has shown that the most dangerous custodians of secrets are politicians. When political love turns sour, confidentiality dies first.

Politics has a way of turning men into archivists of one another’s sins. When alliances are strong, secrets are locked away like family heirlooms. When alliances break, those same secrets are dragged into the sun and weaponised. It is why Nigerian politics often feels less like a contest of ideas and more like a theatre of betrayals. The louder the quarrel, the deeper the intimacy that once existed.

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The widening gulf between former Rivers State governor and now Minister of the Federal Capital Territory, Nyesom Wike, and Oyo State Governor Seyi Makinde belongs squarely in this tradition. Their falling out is not just another political disagreement. It is the unravelling of a friendship forged in the heat of opposition politics and sustained by mutual suspicion of a party they once believed had lost its moral compass. Today, that friendship lies in ruins, and the Peoples Democratic Party wanders like an orphan unsure of who will lead it home.

Not too long ago, Wike and Makinde spoke the same political language. They were comrades in rebellion, leaders of the G5 governors who openly defied their party’s presidential candidate in 2023. Together with Samuel Ortom, Ifeanyi Ugwuanyi and Okezie Ikpeazu, they insisted that the PDP had violated its own sense of balance and fairness. They framed their revolt as a moral stand, not personal ambition. In that season, Makinde was often the quieter, more measured voice, while Wike was the thunder that shook the room. But thunder and silence were working toward the same end.

What held them together was not affection but necessity. Politics has always been a marriage of convenience, and like many such unions, it thrives only while interests align. The cracks between Wike and Makinde began to show once the election dust settled and the G5 project lost its urgency. With Atiku Abubakar defeated and Bola Tinubu installed as president, the question became what next. That was where the paths diverged.

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Makinde remained in the PDP, speaking the language of reform, independence and internal rebirth. Wike, on the other hand, crossed the aisle, accepted a powerful ministerial role, and began to speak with the confidence of a man who believes he has finally found a system that appreciates his political weight. In itself, that choice was not the problem. Nigerian politics is littered with ideological migrations. The problem was the loose tongue that followed.

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In a recent disclosure, Makinde lifted the curtain on a high level meeting involving President Tinubu, Wike, the President’s Chief of Staff, Femi Gbajabiamila, and other officials. According to the Oyo governor, the moment that meeting turned from routine to revealing was when Wike reportedly pledged to hold the PDP for Tinubu ahead of the 2027 elections. It was not just the audacity of the statement that stunned Makinde. It was the silence that followed. The president, Makinde said, did not ask for such loyalty, nor did he encourage it.

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In that moment, the illusion of shared purpose collapsed. Makinde made it clear that while he respected Wike’s personal political choices, he could not be part of any arrangement that reduced the PDP to a pawn in another party’s chess game. For him, that was a line that could not be crossed. It was not merely about party loyalty. It was about the survival of democratic competition itself.

Given his political temperament, Wike is unlikely to take kindly to the public airing of private conversations. A forceful response, complete with his own version of events and pointed questions about Makinde’s sincerity and political courage, should be expected. What this kind of exchange usually produces is a familiar pattern: accusations, counter-accusations, selective memory and moral grandstanding, each man speaking with the confidence of someone who knows the other too well.

This is how political betrayals often unfold. The elders say that when two brothers fight, strangers are invited to count their teeth. In exposing one another, Wike and Makinde have not only diminished themselves but also further weakened a party already struggling for relevance. The PDP today feels like a house where the elders are busy quarrelling while the roof leaks.

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The tragedy is not just that these men cannot reconcile. It is that they no longer seem interested in trying. Politics has taught them that public disagreement attracts attention, sympathy and leverage. Silence is no longer a virtue. The louder the fight, the stronger the signal to allies and adversaries alike. In this climate, restraint is mistaken for weakness.

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We have seen this script before. In Edo State, the once unbreakable bond between Adams Oshiomhole and Godwin Obaseki collapsed in spectacular fashion. What followed was not a debate over policy or governance philosophy but a parade of allegations and counter allegations. Oshiomhole turned on Obaseki with a ferocity that shocked even seasoned observers. His wife was dragged into the mud, personal matters were weaponised, and the private became brutally public. It was a masterclass in political scorched earth tactics.

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What that episode revealed, and what the Wike Makinde saga confirms, is how casually Nigerian politicians treat secrets once loyalty expires. Words are spoken without restraint, meetings are narrated selectively, and private pledges are denied or exaggerated depending on convenience. In such an environment, trust becomes a scarce commodity. Today’s ally is tomorrow’s accuser.

For the PDP, the consequences are dire. A party that once bestrode the political landscape like a colossus now looks disoriented. Its leading figures speak in different tongues. Some flirt openly with the ruling party. Others preach resistance without offering a roadmap. The internal contradictions are no longer hidden. They are debated openly by men who once pretended unity.

An orphaned party is a dangerous thing. Without clear leadership or shared vision, it becomes vulnerable to infiltration, manipulation and irrelevance. The PDP’s inability to manage internal dissent has left it exposed. Wike’s proximity to power and Makinde’s insistence on independence represent two competing instincts within the party. Neither seems willing to yield.

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There is an old saying that when the drumbeat changes, the dancer must adjust his steps. The PDP’s problem is that its drummers are beating different rhythms. Some want accommodation. Others want confrontation. Without consensus, the party risks becoming a footnote in future elections, remembered more for its internal quarrels than its contributions to democracy.

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The personal feud between Wike and Makinde matters because it symbolises this broader crisis. Their words carry weight. Their actions send signals. When they speak loosely, they embolden others to do the same. When they expose private conversations, they normalise betrayal as political strategy.

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Yet, one is tempted to ask whether reconciliation is still possible. History suggests that political enemies can become allies again when interests realign. Today’s betrayal can become tomorrow’s handshake. But trust, once broken, is not easily repaired. The crack in the mirror remains even after it is glued.

Perhaps the lesson here is not about who is right or wrong but about the cost of unguarded alliances. The elders also say that a friend who knows your weakness holds your destiny in his hands. Nigerian politicians have mastered the art of intimacy without loyalty. They embrace quickly and separate violently.

As the nation watches this latest drama unfold, there is entertainment, yes, but also exhaustion. Nigerians are tired of politics as personal warfare. They yearn for substance, for ideas, for leadership that rises above vendetta. Every public spat chips away at public confidence.

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The PDP still has a choice. It can continue down this path of mutual destruction, or it can find a way to impose discipline, restore trust and redefine purpose. Whether Wike and Makinde will be part of that rebirth remains uncertain. What is clear is that their feud has already done damage.

In the end, betrayal is not always about knives in the back. Sometimes it is about words spoken too freely, secrets shared too carelessly, and bridges burned too eagerly. When former friends become public enemies, everyone loses. And when a party loses its compass, it wanders until something stronger replaces it.

For now, the PDP wanders. Its loudest sons are talking past each other, not to each other. The marketplace is noisy, the whispers are gone, and the secrets are out. Whether wisdom will return before it is too late is a question only time can answer.

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