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12/08/2026
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28/07/2026

The Southerner
OPEN EYES
Thursday, February 26, 2026

When a pen opts for the future

By Mohammed Jamiu Adoke

There are moments in a writer’s life; quiet, sobbering moments, when the ink pauses mid-sentence, not from want of words, but from the weight of purpose. This is one of those moments for me. And I welcome it not with shame, but with the kind of clarity that only comes when a man looks honestly into the mirror and asks: Is what I am building worth the noise I am making? Nigeria deserves better than noise. We have too many noise makers. She deserves a voice that does not merely wound, but one that tends to wounds already bleeding. She deserves a pen that does not just point fingers, but dares to point the way forward.

I have been blessed, or perhaps burdened with the gift of words. For ten years, I have wailed on several National Dailies critiquing the social political challenges bedevilling our beloved country. And then, came this column some months ago, which has been my pulpit, my courtroom, and sometimes, my battlefield. I have named names. I have raised alarms. I have rattled cages with what I believe is righteous indignation.

And some of it needed to be said. But last week, something shifted. Not because powerful people were offended, powerful people are always offended by truth, but because I began to ask myself a different question; beyond identifying what is broken, am I helping to build it either? Like many other writers, I have been crying wolf, what changes has that made? A hammer that only knows how to strike eventually breaks the very table it was meant to fix.

Therefore, today, with the full awareness of what this declaration means, I am announcing a new course for OPEN EYES — a season of “constructive reckoning” anchored on one simple but revolutionary act; listening to Nigeria’s young people and amplifying their voices on the national stage. Nigeria is not a country without solutions. She is a country whose solutions are trapped in the hearts and minds of 70 million young citizens who wake up daily with ideas, energy, and an unquenchable desire to matter, but who are consistently shut out of the rooms where decisions are made. That changes here. That changes now.

Beginning with our next edition, OPEN EYES will launch “Youth Voices, National Choices”— a recurring series in which young Nigerians, from Maiduguri to Okene, from Aba to Ekiti, will co-author this column with me. They will bring their proposals on security, governance, unemployment, education, and the economy. I will bring the platform, the context, and the seasoned analysis.

Together, we will create something this country has rarely seen in its media landscape; an intergenerational dialogue that treats youth not as beneficiaries of political goodwill, but as architects of national destiny. I am not stepping back from OPEN EYES. I am stepping forward with it, and I am bringing an entire generation with me.

It is instructive to urge you not to misunderstand this shift as retreat. The eagle does not stop being the eagle because it changes altitude. I am an Adoke, and Adokes are warriors! Hence, Truth will still be spoken in this column, unflinchingly, courageously, without apology. But truth is not only accusation; truth is also aspiration. Truth is the young woman in Kano who built a waste recycling co-operative employing forty youths and has been waiting for someone in the media to notice.

Truth is the nineteen-year-old in Calabar who designed a digital tool to track local government budget implementation and whom no newspaper has ever interviewed. Truth is the corps member in Benue turning rural classrooms into tech learning hubs with nothing but passion and a secondhand laptop. These are the truths OPEN EYES has been neglecting. Not anymore!

I know there are readers who will wonder if this is surrender. No, it is not. I know there are others who will say I have been silenced. I have not. What has happened is far more dangerous to the status quo than anything a sharp editorial can accomplish; I have been awakened. I have seen that the most subversive thing a columnist can do in a country that thrives on cynicism is to relentlessly, defiantly, celebrate what is ‘possible’.

To show young Nigerians that our country is not beyond saving and that we are the ones to save it is a more radical act than any political takedown I could engineer from this desk. The pen has always been mightier than the sword. But a pen that builds is mightier still than one that only draws blood.

So I invite you into this new season of OPEN EYES. If you are a young Nigerian with a story, an idea, a project, or a dream for this nation, I want to hear from you. If you are a student, an entrepreneur, a community organizer, an up and coming digital activist, or simply a patriot who refused to give up on Nigeria even when Nigeria seemed to give up on you, this column is now yours as much as it is mine.

The weeks ahead will not be comfortable, they never are when a nation is trying to be reborn. But they will be honest. They will be hopeful. And they will be LOUD with the sound of a generation that finally knows someone is listening. Nigeria’s best days are not behind her. They are sitting in classrooms, typing on phones, walking the streets aimlessly, farming in fields, and dreaming in the dark. OPEN EYES is here, wider open than ever, to let in the light. May the sun shine tomorrow.

*The author writes from Abuja. Feedback, youth submissions, and community stories for the “Youth Voices, National Choices” series can be sent to my email address as displayed on this newspaper. The conversation has only just begun!

12/02/2026

The Southerner
OPEN EYES
Thursday, January 8, 2026

Kogi Central owes Yahaya Bello debt of gratitude

By Muhammed Jamiu Adoke

Political power, like water, tends to follow established channels carved by history, ethnicity, and numerical advantage. Yet occasionally, a force emerges with sufficient conviction to redirect the flow entirely, creating new pathways where none existed before.

The story of Yahaya Adoza Bello is the story of such a force, one that transformed not merely the distribution of power, but the very lives of those who had resigned themselves to perpetual marginalization.

His recent acceptance of the call to contest the Kogi Central Senatorial seat in 2027 is not merely another political development; it represents a profound moment of reckoning between a people and the leader who fundamentally altered their destiny.

For those who understand the historical context of power distribution in Kogi State and the transformative journey of the past decade, this declaration carries the weight of inevitability, a natural progression in a relationship forged through shared struggle and collective triumph.

The story of Kogi State politics before 2015 reads like a testament to entrenched political orthodoxy. For nearly a quarter-century since the state’s creation in 1991, gubernatorial power remained confined to a single ethnic bloc, justified by demographic mathematics and reinforced by political convention.

The Ebira people of Kogi Central, despite their rich cultural heritage and significant contributions to the state’s identity, found themselves perpetually on the periphery of executive power. This was not simply a matter of electoral defeat; it was an accepted political order that many believed immutable, a system where representation at the highest level remained an unfulfilled aspiration.

Into this landscape walked a young, relatively unknown businessman in 2015, dismissed by political veterans as inexperienced and unrealistic, yet possessed of an uncommon vision that would soon rewrite the state’s political narrative, thanks to providence.

What makes Yahaya Bello’s emergence significant extends far beyond breaking ethnic barriers or achieving electoral victory. His most enduring legacy, particularly in Kogi Central, lies in the restoration of something more fundamental than infrastructure or economic development; security and peace.

Before his administration, Ebiraland had become synonymous with fear. The dark valleys and caves around Okene harboured terrorists and criminal elements who operated with disturbing impunity. Clannish conflicts raged unabated for years, turning communities into battlegrounds and forcing productive citizens to abandon their ancestral homes for safer havens.

Traditional leadership selections were conducted under the shadow of violence, and the region hemorrhaged its human capital as professionals, traders, and families fled the perpetual insecurity. This was the reality that confronted Bello when he assumed office, a challenge that would have overwhelmed lesser leaders.

The transformation that followed represents perhaps the most compelling argument for Bello’s senatorial bid. Through decisive action, political will, and strategic collaboration with security agencies, the administration systematically dismantled criminal networks that had terrorized the region for decades.

Terrorist hideouts were identified and neutralized, armed robbery syndicates were broken, and the culture of violence that had defined social interactions was confronted and defeated. This was not superficial peacekeeping; it was comprehensive security restoration that addressed root causes and eliminated the structures that perpetuated violence.

The Kogi Central senatorial district of 2025 bears almost no resemblance to the Kogi central of 2014, and this transformation is not lost on the people who lived through both eras. When businesses return, markets flourish, and families reclaim their ancestral homes, the change is not abstract policy but lived experiences.

The spontaneous, organic nature of the call for former Governor Yahaya Bello to represent Kogi Central at the Senate speaks volumes about grassroots political mobilization. This was not orchestrated by political elites or manufactured through party machinery.

It emerged from communities, professional associations, traditional institutions, and diaspora groups who independently arrived at the same conclusion: the man who brought us from political obscurity and gave us peace deserves our mandate! The convergence of this collective will at the palace of the Ohinoyi of Ebiraland on December 29, 2025, was merely the formal crystallization of a movement that had been building across villages, towns, and cities.

When Governor Ahmed Usman Ododo, himself a beneficiary of Bello’s political mentorship, presented this request to the traditional ruler and prevailed upon his predecessor to accept, he was articulating what had become an open secret across Kogi Central.

Understanding this moment requires acknowledging a fundamental truth about political representation in democracies; voters ultimately reward leaders who deliver tangible improvements to their quality of life.

In the case of Kogi State generally, the improvement is existential. The restoration of security enabled everything else, creating the foundation upon which economic revival, social cohesion, and cultural renewal could flourish.

The recent DAM Foundation Basketball Championship, organized by Dr Abdullahi Mustapha, which attracted international entertainers and turned Okene into a celebration venue, would have been unthinkable a decade earlier.

When global music stars publicly praise the hospitality, peace and security they experienced in Okene, they inadvertently validate the transformation that residents have witnessed firsthand.

This external confirmation reinforces what locals already know, Kogi central region has been fundamentally changed for the better.

In retrospect, this same Yahaya Bello is known for his countless humanitarian contributions and upliftmenet of the downtrodden. The story of Esther, the sugarcane hawker whose life was transformed through a chance encounter with Bello, illustrates a leadership approach rooted in compassion and practical problem-solving.

That he would stop his convoy, delay his schedule, and invest personal resources to reconcile a broken family and restore economic dignity to struggling individuals speaks to character traits that transcend political calculation.

Philosopher Thomas Aquinas’s argument that the wealthy have a moral obligation to the poor finds practical expression in such acts. When leadership combines policy effectiveness with personal compassion, it creates a bond with constituents that extends beyond transactional politics into the realm of genuine representation.

Going forward, I have no doubt that critics would point to ongoing legal challenges facing the former governor, but the principle of presumption of innocence remains a cornerstone of justice.

The Economic and Financial Crimes Commission’s own statement reaffirms this constitutional protection, emphasizing that only courts, not public opinion or media narratives, can determine guilt. This legal reality does not diminish the substantive achievements of Bello’s administration or negate the lived experiences of those whose lives were and continues to be transformed under his leadership.

For the people of Kogi Central, the choice is clear, we are selecting representation based on demonstrated capacity to deliver security, development, intra-governmental synergy, and effective governance.

This decision reflects an assessment of past performance and future potentials, rooted in the pragmatic calculation of who can best advocate for the region’s interests at the national level.

To this end, as Nigeria approaches the 2027 general elections, the Kogi Central senatorial contest will serve as a test case for whether transformative leadership translates into electoral success.

For Yahaya Bello, this represents not a political comeback but a continuation of service in a different capacity. For the Ebira people, it represents an opportunity to ensure that our voice in the National Assembly is carried by someone who understands our history, shares our struggles, someone who is less controversial, and has proven his commitment to the wellbeing of the people.

Therefore, the call for Yahaya Bello to represent Kogi Central is precisely based on a democratic principle in action; a principle that affirms the people’s sovereign right to choose representation based on documented achievement rather than gambled promises of political stability.

Whether this translates into electoral victory remains to be seen, but the legitimacy of the aspiration itself is beyond question. The voice of the people, they say, is the voice of God!

12/02/2026

The Southerner
REDEFINED
Friday, January 9, 2026

Religion is not the problem, we are

By Oreva Godwin

I am a full African woman and also a born-again Christian. I am rooted in culture, and at the same time fully rooted in the Word of God. Yet it saddens me how people shy away from calling the church to order for fear of the wrath of God.

Traditionalists are equally afraid to question traditional beliefs, terrified that the gods will strike them dead.

Then I ask myself: if you truly believe you have access to God or a deity, why can’t you hold a conversation with them? Why can’t you question them? Is your role only to listen like a puppet, suppressing your curiosity and conscience?

Questioning God is not rebellion. Any being worthy of worship should be able to defend its name. The God I know is a God of integrity. He does not panic when questioned; He stands by His word. So why are we afraid to speak to the One we claim is our Father?
This is not just an African problem, it is a global one. Religion has eaten deep into us. We have lost our sense of reasoning.

Yes, Jesus said we are gods on earth, but we forget that we are still mortals. We are made in His image, not as His equal. God gave us knowledge so we can make wise decisions, yet we abandon that gift and become slaves to religion.

How does someone go to a juju priest for deliverance from a water spirit, only to be taken back to the same water, the very domain of that spirit, to bathe, sacrifice, and appease it? Did the spirit suddenly forget the value of its vessel? Or is the person unknowingly being covenanted to the spirit, with full consent extracted through ignorance?

How does a religious leader command followers to kill, to destroy, all in the name of belief? How do you take a life to please a doctrine? Religion should make us better humans. It should bring peace, not bloodshed.

What kind of religion supports an old man marrying an adolescent? A child with a bright future robbed of it. A child forced into motherhood? I write this with a bleeding heart. Do we no longer have conscience? Have we surrendered our minds entirely to tradition or to religion?

I remember my good friend, Fatima. Young. Brilliant. She was just eight years old when she was betrothed to a man over fifty. She came from a middle-class home and loved knowledge deeply. She begged her father to let her finish secondary school before marriage. He agreed.

Fatima was academically exceptional. She would proudly show her father her results, hoping he would reconsider and allow her to continue her education. We studied together; I saw her hunger for knowledge. But when Fatima was fourteen, in SS1, her father broke the agreement and married her off.

I can never forget the last day she came to school. She told me it would be her last. We held each other and cried. As I write this now, tears fill my eyes, the memory is still fresh. We clung to each other for what felt like an hour. I walked her home.

Her father stood at the entrance. In that moment, I saw him as a monster. He looked uncomfortable, perhaps sensing the hatred in my eyes. I ran home in tears and told my mother what had happened. She said, “It is their religion.”
I was furious. I cried to God that night: “Why did You allow Fatima to be born into a Muslim home? Why not a Christian one?” I cried myself to sleep.

Two years later, I saw Fatima again, with a child. I was in my school uniform. What she had dreamed of wearing was what I had on. Shame filled her eyes. I greeted her and asked about school. She said her husband did not permit it. I smiled at the baby, but when I saw her old husband approaching, I left. I was too angry to greet him. A bright future gone, all in the name of religion.

Now let us talk about Christianity. One God, yet countless churches, each with rigid rules and doctrines. A church that forbids blood transfusion is not just misguided, it is dangerous. If your faith is truly rooted in Christ, why is the blood of Jesus not enough to save your members without killing them?

This madness, disguised as doctrine, is murder, and I say that unapologetically.

I remember a classmate in secondary school who lost her mother during childbirth. The doctors needed blood to save her. Her father refused, citing church doctrine. He rebuked the doctor, insisting that accepting blood transfusion was forbidden and would lead to their family being shunned.

The doctors’ hands were tied. The baby survived. The mother died.

She narrated this story calmly, as though it were normal. We were not yet fifteen, but we knew it was wrong. We told her plainly: “Your father killed your mother.”

If children can recognize murder, why can’t adults? Where do these doctrines come from? Certainly not the Bible. When did Moses or Jesus preach against blood transfusion? God gave humans knowledge to ensure our survival. Why do we reject that knowledge in the name of faith?

That a supposed pastor will tell you not to go for surgery that God will remove the cancer or tumour, and you're in pain for months and years. Who told you that God is wicked and enjoy to see you in pains. Can't your God go with you to the surgery room?

Why do people abandon HIV medication because they believe God will heal them? Yes, God heals, but why do you think He cannot heal you while you responsibly take your medication?

Why has religion convinced people that surgical childbirth is against God's will for mankind? Does safe delivery not glorify God more than death?

We use the scriptures upside down. Give birth like the Hebrew women of old. That Scripture has made a lot of Christian women not to accept surgical childbirth, all in the name of faith. Risking their lives and that of their babies. There is no religious award for rejecting surgical birth.

Have we lost ourselves to ignorance? Are you knowing God for yourself, or knowing Him through how others sell Him to you?

It is time to wake up. Time to break free from religious chains. You are not a puppet. You are accountable not to religion, not to prophets, not to priests, but to God. Be ruled by your conscience, by morality, by discernment.

We are not defined by religion, but by our choices. Religion is not the problem. Our blindness to knowledge or truth is. Our lack of understanding is a major predicament.

Stop suffering in ignorance.

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