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On behalf of Edo people, I would like to apologise to N!gerians and Peter Obi for what Edo State governor said in that video. The governor is pr£aching Hπte and we are not like that in Edo State. This is a pattern, they are turning their governors in states Obi won in 2023 to start ∆tta¢king him deliberately,"– VeryDarkMan, in a new video, spoke out ∆ga!nst Edo Governor Okpebholo's Thr£∆th to Peter Obi's life; Apologises to N!gerians and Peter 0bi in particular says they're not like that

WHEN A CHILD FALLS , HE LOOKS FORWARD BUT WHEN AN ADULT FALLS , HE LOOKS BACKWARDS TO KNOW WHAT MADE HIM FALL . NIGERIAN VOTERS SHOULD LOOK BACKWARD THIS TIME AROUND TO IDENTIFY TRIBALISM AS OUR GREATEST ENEMY AND VOTE WITHOUT BIASE COME 2027 FOR A BETTER NIGERIA .

🕯️ THE TRUTH BEHIND MR. IBU’S DEÁTH Let me tell you what many of you don't know. The story they never wanted the world to hear. The truth… behind Mr. Ibu’s déath. Most people knew Jasmine as Mr. Ibu’s adopted daughter. But do you know how that came to be? Jasmine’s biological father was a soldier and a very closed friend to Mr ibu. A brave one. But he dîed when Jasmine was still very small. That was when Mr. Ibu stepped in. He took her in, raised her, loved her like his own blood. He sent her to school, trained her, and when the time came, she travelled out to Cyprus to further her studies. Life moved on. Then one day in 2020, Jasmine received a strange message on WhatsApp. It said, “Please, help… Daddy needs you.” She thought it was a scám. But something in her heart told her to look into it. That’s when she found out that Mr. Ibu had relocated from Abuja to Lagos… and was sûffering. He had nothing. No support. No stable home. He was sîck, bróke, and abândoned. Every single day, he was begging Jasmine for money—and she kept sending. She sent until she got tired. Then she asked, “What exactly is going on, Daddy?” And when she heard that he was really sîck and nobody—not even his family—was looking after him, she booked a flight and came back to Nigeria immediately. When she saw Mr. Ibu in person… she couldn’t believe her eyes. He was a shadow of himself. Thîn. Wéak. Bróken. She took him straight to the hospital and started caring for him like her own father. And it was there… on that hospital bed… that Mr. Ibu said something that shôok her to her bones. In his own words, he looked at her and said: “Jasmine… they want me dtad. That’s the truth. They don’t care about me. They just want to take my properties. They are waiting for me to dîe so they can share everything I ever worked for.” Then he paused… looked away… and added with páin in his voice: “Even my wife… the woman I called my own… chéated on me. Jasmine, don’t let her come here. I will never trust her again. Even if I dîe, just know this — I never found peace in this world. Not in my marriage… not in my home.” Those were his words. From his own mouth. Not rumors. Not gossip. Now the man who made the whole world laugh has dîed with tears in his heart. Not from sîckness alone… but from héartbreak, bétrayal, and néglect. Jasmine was the only one who stood by him when everyone else turned their backs. So I ask you today… Where were the people who claimed to love him? Why did they wait until his déath to start pretending? Rest well, Mr. Ibu Your laughter lives on. Your pâin is no longer hidden. If this story touched you, drop a candle 🕯️ for láte Mr ibu