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26/05/2026

APC’s PRIMARY NUMBERS DON’t ADD UP AND NIGERIANS SHOULD ASK WHY

By: Akeem olaniyi ADEBOMOJO

The numbers coming out of APC’s recent primaries are raising eyebrows for all the wrong reasons.

According to figures released by the party, 14,002,661 votes were cast nationwide during the exercise. But here’s the problem: APC’s own membership register lists just 6,531,205 members.

That’s more than double the number of registered members voting. In a sane political environment, that kind of gap doesn’t get glossed over. It gets questioned immediately.

Let’s be direct. If you have 6.5 million people on record as members, you cannot credibly produce 14 million votes without an explanation. Either the register is outdated and incomplete, or the voting process was inflated. And if it’s the latter, then we’re looking at a rehearsal for something bigger.

This isn’t just about internal party housekeeping. It’s about what it signals for 2027. When a party that controls the federal machinery can report turnout numbers that exceed its own membership by 7.4 million, it creates a dangerous precedent. It tells Nigerians that figures can be manufactured, and that the process is secondary to the outcome.

In countries where elections are taken seriously, this would trigger an independent audit, parliamentary questions, and civil society pressure within 48 hours. In Nigeria, it risks being waved away as “party matter.” But it’s not. Party primaries are the first step in the electoral chain. If they’re compromised at the source, the general election inherits that compromise.

The call here is simple: Nigerians cannot afford to ignore this. Civil society, opposition parties, INEC, and the media need to press for answers. How did 14 million people vote in a party with 6.5 million registered members? Where did the extra votes come from? Were non-members allowed to participate? Was the register padded? Was the result inflated?

If APC wants to be taken seriously as a democratic party, it owes the public a clear explanation—not spin, not deflection, but numbers that reconcile.

Because if we let this slide now, we’re telling every political actor that it’s open season on data. And once you normalize inflated figures at the primary stage, you’ve already laid the groundwork to rig the main election without firing a shot.

This is the moment to push back. Every Nigerian who cares about 2027 being credible should be asking the same question: where did the extra 7.4 million votes come from?

Silence now is permission for worse later.

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25/05/2026

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25/05/2026

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16/05/2026

THE TERRIFYING TRUTH ABOUT JONAH’S STORY

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16/05/2026

He woke up remembering tomorrow…

At first, Daniel’s visions seemed harmless.

A spilled cup of coffee.
A stranger asking for the time.

Then the memories became darker.

Car crashes.
Ambulance sirens.
A woman dying in a train station at exactly 6:42 PM.

But when he tried to change the future… reality changed with it.

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16/05/2026

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13/05/2026

SHADOWS OVER CHOBA
(Episode 20: The Line You Cross Once)

The night had grown deep around them, and the bush behind the old buildings of Choba carried the silence of a place that had swallowed many secrets. Chinedu stood where he was after the leader finished speaking. He did not answer again. A man does not waste words when he begins to suspect that the thing before him is not speaking like other men.

The words of the leader troubled him greatly. They moved about in his chest like a restless spirit. The man had said the force grew stronger when it met resistance, and Chinedu understood then that this evil did not merely cling to people; it wrestled with them. It watched them. It knew them.

His eyes returned to Tare.

Before, he had looked at his friend with pity and confusion, hoping to find the boy he knew. But now he watched him the way a hunter watches the grass after hearing movement inside it. Tare stood a short distance away, breathing like a man who had run a long road. His shoulders were heavy, and his face carried the tiredness of somebody fighting sleep beside a fire at midnight.

Yet something still remained in him.

Chinedu saw it.

“You said it feels like relief,” he said at last.

Tare lifted his eyes slowly. The others in the circle remained quiet.

“Yes,” Tare answered.

Chinedu nodded. “And after that?”

Tare delayed before speaking. The delay itself carried fear inside it.

“After some time,” he said softly, “you stop asking questions. You stop remembering what is no longer there.”

When Chinedu heard those words, his heart became hard within him. He knew then that whatever held Tare wanted silence more than anything. A man who no longer asks questions is already walking toward the grave with his eyes open.

He stepped forward carefully.

At once the people around them shifted their feet. Their bodies tightened like men preparing for trouble. But the leader raised his hand and stopped them. Chinedu saw this and understood that they were still studying him, measuring the strength of his spirit the way elders test the firmness of a wall before leaning on it.

He moved closer to Tare.

The strange pressure returned again. It crawled beneath his skin like fever. But this time Chinedu did not wrestle with it. He simply refused to give it his mind. And for one brief moment, the thing weakened. It was small, like the trembling of a leaf before rain, yet he felt it clearly.

Tare felt it too.

Chinedu stopped before him and looked into his face. Sweat shone along Tare’s forehead, and his hands shook faintly.

“You warned me to leave,” Chinedu said. “But you are still standing here yourself.”

Those words struck Tare deeply. His face changed, and for a moment Chinedu saw the old Tare again, the friend who laughed loudly in crowded hostels and argued over football till midnight.

“Chinedu…” he murmured weakly.

The people around them began to move again, quicker now. Their patience was dying.

“Stay with me,” Chinedu said firmly.

Tare’s body tightened suddenly as though invisible ropes had been pulled around him. He tried to speak again, but the words broke apart inside his mouth.

Chinedu acted before fear could stop him.

He reached out and seized Tare’s arm.

What followed came like lightning striking a palm tree.

Tare je**ed violently, and a terrible force rushed through Chinedu’s body the instant their skin touched. It climbed through his arm into his chest and seized his breath. Still he refused to let go.

“Leave me!” Tare shouted, and true fear lived inside his voice now.

But Chinedu held on stubbornly.

The others rushed toward them at once. Even the leader lost the calmness he had worn like cloth since the beginning. Men stretched out their hands to separate them, yet the damage had already been done.

For Chinedu suddenly saw something.

It lasted no longer than the blink of an eye.

Inside Tare there was a place that did not belong to him anymore. Something sat there like a stranger inside another man’s hut. And when it noticed Chinedu looking at it, it turned and looked back at him.

Then they were torn apart.

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12/05/2026

SHADOWS OVER CHOBA
(Episode 20: The Line You Cross Once)

Chinedu fell silent, not because words had left him, but because each one now felt like an invitation to something that already had too much room in the air. The leader’s statement lingered inside him—it is stronger when it has something to push against—and it turned in his thoughts like a stone that refused to settle. If that was true, then what stood before him was not merely attacking, but answering. Responding. Growing.

His gaze returned to Tare, but not with the confusion he had carried before. Now it was the careful look of a man trying to read the wind by watching the leaves. Tare stood a few paces away, his body tense again, as though whatever brief clarity had visited him was being slowly withdrawn. Yet it had not gone completely, and Chinedu knew that much the way one knows a fading fire still remembers how to burn.

“You said it felt like relief,” Chinedu said quietly.

“Yes,” Tare answered after a moment that seemed to cost him something.

“And then?”

A hesitation followed—small, but heavy.

“And then you stop questioning it,” Tare said at last. “You stop noticing what you’ve lost.”

Chinedu exhaled slowly. That was the crack he needed. He stepped forward, and at once the space around them shifted. The watchers moved, but the leader lifted a hand and they halted, as though waiting for something to complete itself before they interfered. Chinedu understood then that this was still being observed, still being measured.

He did not fight the pressure that rose within him this time. He simply refused to answer it. No struggle, no resistance—just a steady refusal to engage. For a brief moment, something in it faltered, like a hand losing its grip.

Tare saw it too.

When Chinedu finally stood before him, he spoke softly. “You told me to run. You told me not to stay. But you are still here.”

That was when Tare’s face changed, not fully, but enough for something buried to surface. “Chinedu…” His voice broke, as though it had to pass through another will before it reached the air.

The movement around them sharpened. The watchers closed in, urgency rising at last, but Chinedu had already reached for Tare’s arm.

The moment their skin met, everything broke open.

Tare je**ed as though struck from within, and Chinedu felt it too—a force rushing through the contact point, not resisting but flooding, as if something had been waiting for touch to finally complete its reach. The pressure surged through him, heavy and immediate, but he held on.

“Let go!” Tare’s voice cracked in panic.

“No,” Chinedu said through clenched teeth.

Voices rose around them, footsteps closing in, hands reaching to separate them. Yet in that brief collision, something shifted. Chinedu saw it—not clearly, not fully, but enough to know there was a space inside Tare that was no longer empty. Something occupied it. Something that turned, as though aware.

And then it looked back.