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29/11/2025

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🎭 The Runaway Boyfriend of Ojuelegba 🎭Everybody in Ojuelegba knew Tunde “Turbo-Leg” Johnson. His nickname didn’t come fr...
28/11/2025

🎭 The Runaway Boyfriend of Ojuelegba 🎭

Everybody in Ojuelegba knew Tunde “Turbo-Leg” Johnson. His nickname didn’t come from football or running track—no oh, it came from the fact that anytime commitment entered the chat, Tunde’s legs would automatically activate like generator wey just took fuel.

Tunde had been dating Amaka for three months, and the whole street already knew she was planning something serious. You could tell from the way she started calling him “my future somebody”. Tunde’s left eye began twitching from that day.

One Saturday afternoon, Amaka invited him to her house “just to eat small jollof and talk.” But immediately Tunde stepped inside, he saw her mother smiling like someone that just won visa lottery. That was the first red flag. The second red flag was the plastic flowers on the table—Amaka only brought those out for “important occasions.”

Before he could sit, Amaka cleared her throat.

“Tunde… I just want us to discuss our future.”

Future kee? Tunde’s spirit already left the building.

Then Amaka’s mother added, “My son, hope you are ready to be responsible.”

That was when Tunde’s turbo engine came on.

He pretended to cough, then said, “Ah! I left my phone inside okada, let me just–”

Before they could blink, Tunde had vanished. Gone. Evaporated. Only the sound of his slippers slapping the pavement echoed down the street like fleeing drums.

Amaka shouted, “TUNDE! Come back here!”
Her mother shouted, “My son, your jollof rice!”
But Tunde didn’t stop. Commitment had chased him more than SARS ever did.

Later that evening, Tunde’s friend Sola found him hiding behind a kiosk drinking pure water like someone that finished running Lagos Marathon.

“Tunde, why you run like that?” Sola asked.

Tunde sighed. “My brother, once I heard the word future, I knew my own future was in danger.”

From that day, nobody called him Tunde again. His new official name in Ojuelegba became:

“Turbo-Leg: The Boyfriend That Cannot Be Held.”

26/11/2025

VeryDarkMan went to experiment what this Alfa said and this happened

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When South East communities were burning under IPOB/ESN occupation, many of you acting shocked today behaved like you we...
22/11/2025

When South East communities were burning under IPOB/ESN occupation, many of you acting shocked today behaved like you were blind back then.

You saw the smoke, smelled the fire, and still insisted nothing was happening.

You helped rebrand crimes as “Unknown Gu(n)men,” even when those of us with common sense told you these men were very known.

Kanu went on radio and called them angels, and you clapped. He praised the Imo jailbreak with his full chest, gave them frame-by-frame guides on air on how to break into more prisons. When a few of us shouted that this was a disaster in the making, you blocked your ears and formed Stevie Wonder.

They went from Umu Chineke to Umuoma Kanu, and somehow you still pretended this was a liberation army and not a terr0r syndicate.

ESN commanders were not patriots or freedom fighters. They were armed robbers, pris0n escapees, failed cvltists, and the worst products of society.

But you, with your “I’m educated, I’m enlightened” pride, didn’t stop to ask what happens when a pr0scribed group recruits criminals, arms them, and unleashes them on communities.

You honestly believed people who burnt police stations, destroyed prisons, chased out security, and hijacked vigilante weapons were going to protect you?
Protect who?
How?

You didn’t question anything. You didn’t observe. You didn’t analyse. You were carried away by chants of ideology and hashtags, shouting about imaginary freedom while the people at home were being held hostage by your so-called liberators.

When ESN and Umuoma entered communities, life collapsed overnight. When they took over the South-East, life collapsed every Monday.

The same region shouting about marginalization was deliberately marginalizing itself every Monday, destroying its economy to “prove a point” to the federal government. Self-inflicted injury. Own goal.

These men weren’t hiding their atrocities, they were uploading the videos themselves.

Execu*tions. T0rture. Ext0rtion. Burning homes. Instilling fear. And still, you pretended not to see it. Yet your families lived there. Your children were there. Your ageing parents were there. In the South East.

Who did you think was enforcing the “Sit-at-Home”?
And what exactly about “liberation” requires you to obey or die?
Don’t look away now. Answer.

If you cover spilled milk with newspaper instead of cleaning it, the smell will remind you. And when the newspaper rots, the mess underneath will ch0ke you. That is exactly what happened in the South East. You covered evil with "freedom" propaganda, and now the consequences are rotting openly.

You come online today yapping about “justice.”
What justice did the victims of Kanu’s orders get?
What justice was given to their families?
Did their lives not matter because they didn’t fit your political fantasy?
Did their loved ones not cry?
Did their children not bleed?

And then there are the ones proudly saying, “Kanu opened my eyes, he taught me history.”

Oh, the irony.
The same man who manipulated you with half-truths and emotional blackmail somehow became your professor of history.

His savior complex fed directly on your gullibility. You were chosen deliberately because you were the easiest to deceive. You were the experiment that proved that those who shout “we are wiser than ndi mba ozo” actually lacked the very critical thinking they bragged about.

He played on your anger, your insecurity, your identity crisis, and your desperation to belong. And you swallowed it whole. No questions. No logic. Just blind loyalty. Even when the truth sla*pped you, you didn’t dare turn back. And you called those who did , "sabo".

The cold, brutal truth is, you were not enlightened. you were exploited.
You were not freedom fighters. You were useful tools.
And the South East became the sacrificial lamb for his delusion of grandeur.

Biafra has really became the o***m of the masses.

Today, the average IPOB apologist would rather quote Kanu than use the internet to research basic facts.

How else do you explain people who watched a five-hour judgment, saw cold hard evidence, heard a defendant refuse to explain or defend anything, and still came out convinced he was wise or for their interests? That judgment covered only a fraction of the actual cri*mes. You watched all of it. And if you honestly didn't, you do not have to believe me. You can go to Orsu, Orlu, Lilu, Achala, Mbosi, Ihiala, Mbaitolu etc and verify with your own eyes or ask people from those communities ESN invaded.

Truly, for many of you, the lights are on but no one is at home.

And that’s the part you can’t admit, because admitting it means acknowledging the blo0d that flowed while you chanted.

But denial doesn’t wash bl0od away. It doesn't change the facts. It only stains your conscience deeper.

By Chioma Amaryllis Ahaghotu

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