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“MARK MY WORDS, WAR WILL SOON BREAK OUT IN NIGERIA”
–Olusegun Obasanjo

Another civil war in Nigeria has become imminent and inevitable. The reason for its inevitability is simply because Muhammadu Buhari, the Northern Nigeria Fulani oligarchs and the wider network of Fulani in Sub-Saharan Africa have concluded plans to adopt Nigeria as the homeland for all Fulani in Africa.

Fulani have realised that the wandering and rootless lifestyle of cattle herding is no longer tenable in the twenty-first century. Fulani need to have land to call home and rear cattle and that land should be Nigeria. The indigenous peoples of Nigeria have clearly, vehemently and stridently opposed this diabolic plan and both sides are mobilising for war.

The Fulani won't relent and the indigenous people will not give up their land.

The same Fulani Project, having failed so shamelessly and woefully in the Central African Republic, will not be allowed to fail this time as the Nigerian Fulani project is better funded with the massive [stealing] of the sovereign wealth of Nigeria through nationwide kidnapping for ransom by lower class Fulani and the seizure of the reigns of Government and wealth by the elite Fulani.

Kidnapping and the seizure of the institutions of Government are all for the purpose of implanting Fulani into the mainstream and control of politics and the economy of Nigeria for the objective of funding the Fulani Project in Nigeria.

The Central African Republic (CAR) has gone through exact same experience that Nigeria is going through right now in the hands of the Fulani. The country has been run down by the killings and destitution wrought by rival gangs in the fight to destroy the chokehold the Fulani had on the politics and economy of their country. Although the Fulani hegemony over the CAR has been defeated, the street gangs that defeated the armed forces have turned on one another and themselves, unable to rise above petty gang warfare to rebuild their nation.

The Fulani have become a blight on Africa and it’s biggest country Nigeria. Unable to break out of its centuries old cow herding and wandering culture, it continues to pull down every nation wherever it has any populations. Some countries in West Africa, Ghana and their ancestral home Guinea, have mastered the brutal tactics of dealing with Fulani and the Fulani have learnt the bitter lesson by staying away from these countries.

In the CAR, the Fulani following the pattern of their ethnocentric politics, had seized control of the commanding heights of the country’s military and financial institutions, the foreign exchange trade, the mining and export of gold and above all the governing structures of Government. Mitchel Djotodia, a hare brained military officer and his Fulani faction seized power in a brazen coup by a demographic minority. All the non-Fulani military officers were flushed out of the forces, all the mineral deposits in the country were seized by Fulani merchants, non-Fulani traders were barred from trading in foreign exchange and the entire top echelon of the Civil Service were occupied by Fulani by as much as 83%.

France, the former colonial masters of CAR watched them do all these over the years and did not raise a protest. As in Nigeria, the Fulani were just 3% of the population of CAR, tucked in the desert recesses of the nation’s Northwest. No world or regional power raised a whimper even though the ethnic groups of the rich southern forest regions roiled.

In CAR the Fulani went even beyond the provocative as they are doing now in Nigeria.

They started seizing ethnic lands, raiding churches and killing worshippers, the most brazen being the attack on Our Lady of Fatima Catholic Church in a town near Bangui the capital, where dozens of Catholic faithful were massacred during mass. The Fulani used their cattle bases allotted by Government to launch attacks and gun fights on the surrounding communities for robberies and ransom paying kidnaps as is happening now in Nigeria.
Again, as is happening in Nigeria today, the purpose of all the action of the Fulani was simple; to transfer all wealth available in the CAR by all and every means and place it in the hands and control of the Fulani.

FULANI REPEATING IN NIGERIA WHAT THEY DID IN C.A.R.

The same play book used in Central African Republic is guiding the actions and policies of the Buhari Government in Nigeria.

1). The Fulani elite are raiding the Central Bank, buying dollars and other currencies at heavily discounted rates.

2). Other Fulani are raiding the NNPC, ploughing through the vaults and trading Nigerian crude for personal gain.

3). The educated wing are mowing down governing structures, taking forceful charge and control of all commanding heights of Government and the armed forces.

4). The uneducated Fulani herdsmen are engaged in kidnapping for ransom and now primed to take over ethnic lands, spreading themselves across the nation in settlements acquired with public funds to terrorise indigenous populations.

HOW THE YOUTH OF C.A.R. DESTROYED THE FULANI PROJECT:

It will be of great use to retell the story of Central African Republic so as to have the understanding of how the youth of the country removed the yoke of unremitting oppression by the Fulani. The youth formed street gangs and committed to take on the army with all their vaunted training and intimidating and deadly weaponry. The youth had locally fabricated flint guns and machetes, while the army was menacing with their machine guns, grenade throwers and rocket launchers.

When the fight started on that fateful day in 2013 in Bangui, everyone expected a complete annihilation of youth on the streets but the youth took the fight straight to the Guard Brigade near the Presidential Palace.
By evening of the same day, soldiers bodies were seen littering the streets while some were cut to pieces. By night fall, the streets of Bangui had become the play ground and the killing field of the youth of Bangui. In 3 days of street fighting, the entire Presidential Guards of the army of the CAR was decimated, in disarray running to their ethnic base in the far north and President Djotodia, the Fulani tyrant had abdicated and run away from the Presidential Palace and Capital, Bangui.

Tyrants survive for only as long as the people live in fear and choose to tolerate them. The Buhari Government is counting on deploying the Nigerian armed forces against the many ethnicities where the RUGA will be sited, beginning with the minority groups.

Buhari's plan is to deploy Nigerian troops to subdue Nigerian people for the benefit of Fulani. Central African Republic provides a veritable lesson on how to deal with the unrelenting Fulani menace. The Niger Delta and Boko Haram if anything, have shown that the Nigeria army is not invincible in a fight with local forces. If anything, the Nigeria Army will likely disintegrate if made to fight in many fronts at once.

It is a known truth that the Fulani will not relent in their quest for the conquest of Nigeria until they have seized all sources of income and made everyone else subservient to their rule and hegemony.

The Fulani in Nigeria, in nearly a century of political and economic ascendancy have acquired so much power and money that it will defeat the purpose of such acquisition if they don’t deploy it for the very purpose for the grasp for power, which is the conquest of Nigeria for the overlordship of the Fulani.

The final stage of the grand plan to subdue Nigeria for Fulani overlordship are afoot and Buhari and his people cannot back out now. So a war has to be fought to resolve matters.
Our people say that you don’t strip a woman naked just to start looking. Nigeria has been stripped naked and with the RUGA monstrosity on the works, the next thing is to start the deployment of troops to protect RUGA in their various locations of development.

It was bound to happen that the Fulani who have been taking so much out of Nigeria and have succeeded in binding Nigeria hand and foot politically and economically, will take the wrong step into the abyss one day. The logical culmination of all the rapaciousness would be the last ditch attempt at the ultimate land grab, to seize the lands belonging to indigenous communities and hand it over to Fulani.

Internecine war in different RUGA locations and different fronts is therefore inevitable. Communities will rage to keep their land or lose it to their eternal shame and regret. Communities, particularly in Igboland will rather choose to be annihilated than lose their land to a hostile and predatory People.

Fulani have no land in Nigeria because they are not indigenous to Nigeria. They are migrants into Nigeria.

The decision by the Fulani to seize land by force in Nigeria can only lead to war in the many places where this seizure will happen. The people must resist as of necessity. They have done so in the Central Africa Republic and reduced the country to rubble and they will do it again in Nigeria.

Buhari will be compelled to deploy police and soldiers to defend the settlements and war will be declared everywhere there is a RUGA settlement in Nigeria. Fulani have no land to hold dear and protect in Nigeria. In fact, Fulani have no stake or investment in the project called Nigeria and will not care if Nigeria burns, in fact Fulani will be very willing to let Nigeria burn if the people are not willing to submit to their overlordship.

So they are minded to adopt a scorched earth policy to obliterate Nigeria. They have nothing to lose. They did it in CAR and they will do same in Nigeria. It will be the responsibility of the indigenous people of Nigeria to find common grounds to protect the land of their ancestral inheritance and prevent the Fulani from putting a knife on their unity and their need to bind themselves together in one nation, but they cannot do this without first containing the Fulani. Fulani will try to divide them.

Buhari and the Fulani oligarchs are counting strongly on deploying the armed forces to quell insurrections that will arise from this massive land grab, but that will be the Achilles heel of their grand plan. Once soldiers are armed to put down these insurrections, they will turn against their commanders to defend their communities. Nigerians should therefore await the great unravelling of their armed forces.

Do the Fulani have the firepower, the men and the capacity to fight? In the entire history of the Nigerian armed forces, the Hausa/Fulani officers and enlisted men have always been promoted far beyond their qualifications and competencies. The capacity to fight and man the different departments of modern warfare will be put to overwhelming test in any ensuing encounter.

The Fulani never fight an enemy in a frontal war. They attack isolated and undefended villages. In any direct confrontation, they run away. It was evident even in the battle of Bangui. Well armed Fulani soldiers could not take on street gangs with flint guns and machetes. It has also shown in the war against Boko Haram. The poor performance of commanders of their ethnic stock is a bad joke among soldiers in the front.

Hausa/Fulani soldier had to be sorted out and protected from slaughter by Boko Haram forces. This is not to talk of unending betrayals of their Christian colleagues and commanders in the battlefront.

Buhari, a Fulani irredentist, will use to his advantage and for the benifits of his agenda to divide, the ethnic and religious cleavages among the people of Nigeria. But the people aught to know that the Fulani are friends to no one and that a Fulani friend today can become an adversary tomorrow. You are only friend to Fulani for as long as you continue to serve a purpose in their overall plan.

Let the talk cease and the battle begin.

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(PART 2) FOR 3 YEARS THE WOMAN STOOD OUTSIDE THE GATE OF THE BILLIONAIRE BECAUSE...#Africanfolktales

With one last look at the gate, she turned and walked away into the night. But everyone knew she would be back tomorrow. She always came back. The sun rose slowly the next morning.

Madame Eunice, Chief Odogwu's mother, noticed the old woman sitting outside as her driver pulled out of the mansion. She frowned. Who is that woman?

She asked the driver. Madame, it is one old woman that has been coming to sit here for days. The driver answered, "She does not trouble anybody. Oh, all she does is look at the gates." Madame Uni's face darkened.

She has been here for years. Yes, madame. The girls are even tired of her. Madame Yuni's hands tightened around her purse. Make sure Chief Odogwu never hears about her.

The driver gave a strange look but said nothing. The old woman remained outside the gate, her patience never failing. She had come this far, and she would not stop now.

No matter how long it took, she would wait because she knew one thing for sure. One day, the truth would no longer hide behind the walls of that grand mansion. The mansion was alive with movement.

Cars came in and out. Drivers honked. Security guards backed others. Maids hurried around in their neat uniforms. But no one ever paid attention to the frail woman sitting just outside the gate until today.

Tunde the young security guard walked towards her a plastic bag in his hand. He squatted beside her and placed the bag on the ground. Take, he said. I bought small acara for you.

The old woman turned to him, her lips stretching into a grateful smile. "God bless you, my son." Tunde shrugged.

"You can't sit down every day like this without food."

He glanced at the mansion behind him before lowering his voice.

"Mama, why are you still here?

Chief Odogwu will never notice you. Even if he does, you think he will care?" TBC

MEN SLEEP WITH WOMEN FOR THE EXPERIENCE. WOMEN SLEEP WITH MEN FOR A CONNECTION. That’s Why One Leaves Smiling, The Other Leaves Crying...✍🏽

This generation is so sexually active, yet so emotionally broken.

Let’s stop pretending — sex has never meant the same thing to men and women.

1. Men chase sex for variety. Women give sex for meaning.

Men don’t need a reason. They just need an opportunity.

They’ll sleep with you because you're tall, short, thick, slim, or just available.
No emotions, no intentions, no plans.

But women? They give their bodies with a reason in mind: love, trust, bonding, or belief that “this might lead somewhere.”

That’s why after sex, the man rolls over and forgets your name.
But you lie there, wondering what the two of you are now.

2. For men, the goal is sex. For women, sex is a door to more.

A man can spend money, take you out, buy you gifts — not because he loves you, but because he sees it as “payment for access.”

After he sleeps with you, he walks away feeling like the transaction is complete.

You, on the other hand, start to wonder why he changed.

It’s not wickedness. That’s just how most men operate — sex first, emotion nowhere.

3. Women still believe in love. But most men today are running games.

A man will say anything just to get you:
“You’re special.”
“I’ve never met someone like you.”
“You’re my peace.”
“You’re wife material.”

And once you fall and give him sex, the game ends.
He runs. Not because you're bad — but because his lies are about to expire.

A man who tells the truth and stays? He’s rare.
But if he disappears after sleeping with you, it’s because he came with a plan to escape.

4. Women feel sex. Men just release it.

When a woman sleeps with a man, her brain releases oxytocin, the bonding hormone.
Her heart attaches.
Her soul connects.
Her mind starts planning a future.

Meanwhile, the man is just waiting to put on his boxers and leave.

No emotions. No connection. Just “mission accomplished.”

5. Women are wired to nurture. So they give too much.

Give a woman love, she multiplies it.
Give her a house, she makes it a home.
Give her a man — even a broken one — and she’ll pour her life into fixing him.

But give her heartbreak? She’ll carry that pain for years.

That’s why a woman will cry over a man that didn’t even care.
Because she wasn’t just having sex — she was giving her all.

6. For a woman, sex is submission.

She doesn’t just say yes on the bed.
She’s already said yes in her heart, in her thoughts, in her spirit.
She shaved. She dressed nice. She came prepared.

And when it happens, she gives you not just her body — but her trust.

You didn’t seduce her.
She convinced herself.
And that’s why she’s shattered when you ghost her.

7. Women use sex to bond. Men use sex to sample.

After sex, a woman assumes something deep just happened.

She assumes you felt it too.

But you? You’re already texting someone else.

She thinks you shared energy. You just wanted variety.

That’s why she’s hurt. Not because the sex was bad, but because she thought it meant more.

8. Women attach life to sex. Men don’t.

She moans like she’s surrendering her soul because in that moment, she is.

You’re killing her softly — and she’s saying, “Don’t stop,” because she’s fully invested.
She’s not acting.
She’s bonding.

But you? You’re just performing. For you, it’s a workout. For her, it’s worship.

9. Women respect the man who gives them orgasms.

You might think sperm is just liquid, but for many women, the man who makes them climax owns a piece of their memory.

That’s why many marriages collapse — the woman was never emotionally tied to her husband.
But the man who made her cum? She still dreams about him.

And sadly, most men don’t even know how to make their own wives feel anything.

10. Women think of the consequences. Men only think of the moment.

Before you even finish round one, she’s already calculating pregnancy, shame, her reputation, and what her future holds.

You? You’re just looking for water to drink and maybe some jollof rice.

She thought it was baby-making love.
You thought it was chicken-eating fun.

That’s the tragedy.

AND THE SAD TRUTH:

This generation now trades sex for data, iPhones, shawarma, birthday gifts, and hair.

Girls sleep with men they don’t even like — just to upgrade their lifestyle.
And in the process, they’ve turned their emotions into ashes.

Now love is dead. Trust is rare.
And true relationships are harder to find than a loyal politician.

ADVICE TO THIS GENERATION:

Don’t treat sex like chewing gum.

Don’t give your body just because he spent small money.

Don’t give your love just because she called you “handsome.”

Sex is not a game. It’s power. It’s trust. It’s energy.

Save it. Value it. Respect it.

May the enjoyment of today not become the regret of tomorrow.

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(PART 2) FOR 3 YEARS THE WOMAN STOOD OUTSIDE THE GATE OF THE BILLIONAIRE BECAUSE...#Africanfolktales

With one last look at the gate, she turned and walked away into the night. But everyone knew she would be back tomorrow. She always came back. The sun rose slowly the next morning.

Madame Eunice, Chief Odogwu's mother, noticed the old woman sitting outside as her driver pulled out of the mansion. She frowned. Who is that woman?

She asked the driver. Madame, it is one old woman that has been coming to sit here for days. The driver answered, "She does not trouble anybody. Oh, all she does is look at the gates." Madame Uni's face darkened.

She has been here for years. Yes, madame. The girls are even tired of her. Madame Yuni's hands tightened around her purse. Make sure Chief Odogwu never hears about her.

The driver gave a strange look but said nothing. The old woman remained outside the gate, her patience never failing. She had come this far, and she would not stop now.

No matter how long it took, she would wait because she knew one thing for sure. One day, the truth would no longer hide behind the walls of that grand mansion. The mansion was alive with movement.

Cars came in and out. Drivers honked. Security guards backed others. Maids hurried around in their neat uniforms. But no one ever paid attention to the frail woman sitting just outside the gate until today.

Tunde the young security guard walked towards her a plastic bag in his hand. He squatted beside her and placed the bag on the ground. Take, he said. I bought small acara for you.

The old woman turned to him, her lips stretching into a grateful smile. "God bless you, my son." Tunde shrugged.

"You can't sit down every day like this without food."

He glanced at the mansion behind him before lowering his voice.

"Mama, why are you still here?

Chief Odogwu will never notice you. Even if he does, you think he will care?" The old woman picked up the bag of Aara and took a small bite.

She chewed slowly, souring the taste before speaking. He will care,she said quietly. He does not know yet. But when he finds out, he will care.

Tunde is what you have been saying for the past 3 years, mama. This man does not even know you exist. The old woman only smiled. Not far away.

A Mecca, another security guard, watched him. His face was hard. His eyes narrowed and Tundi walked back to his post. Echa called him aside.

You better stop talking to that old woman. She is trouble. Tunde frowned. Why would you say that? She's a harmless old woman. Leaned in closer

You don't understand.

Madame unice does not want Chief Odogwu to hear anything about that woman. She warned us never to allow her near the gate.

If she catches you giving her food, you can lose your job.

Tunde eyes widened. Why would Madame unice say should not know about the woman? Acha looked around as if making sure no one else was listening.

Then he whispered, "I don't know, but I feel there is something she's hiding. Something about that woman."

Tunde felt a chill run down his spine. That evening, as the sun began to set, a black SUV pulled up in front of the mansion.

The gate opened and Chief Odogwu stepped out of the house dressed in a sharp navy blue suit.

His phone was pressed to his ear and his voice was firm as he spoke. I want that deal closed before the end of the week. He said, "No excuses."

He walked down the SUV, his mind focused on business. He didn't see the old woman. He never did. But today, something was different.

As the car started to pull away, the old woman stood up slowly. She watched him with eyes full of something deep,something that had been buried for decades.

TO BE CONTINUED

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I Met Him in Church… But I Didn't Know the Devil Also Wore Suits."

I thought the safest place to meet a good man was the house of God.
I thought wrong.

When I met Samuel, I was 25 and deeply broken.

I had just come out of a toxic relationship — the kind that leaves you doubting your own worth, your own beauty, your own intelligence.

I needed healing.
I needed God.

So when Samuel found me crying quietly after service one evening, and offered me his handkerchief, I thought:

> "Maybe this is how God gives second chances."

He was everything a "church man" should be.

Well-dressed.

Well-spoken.

Bible study leader.

Quoting scriptures like breathing air.

He never missed midweek service.
He always led prayer sessions with fire.
People respected him.
Pastor adored him.

And somehow... he adored me.

He courted me “the godly way.”

No kissing.
No touching.
No secret sleepovers.

Just prayers, fasting, long conversations about our future.

He would say:

> "Let’s make heaven together, baby."

I believed him.

I introduced him to my family.

He knelt down before my parents and said:

> "I will honor her. I will cherish her. I will protect her in Christ."

My father cried that day.

My mother started sewing Aso-Ebi for a wedding that hadn’t even been proposed yet.

Everyone said I was lucky.

That I had found a rare gem.

Three months to our introduction, things started changing.

Little things.

He started picking on my dressing.

> "That skirt is too tight. Godly women are modest."

He started controlling who I could talk to.

> "Your best friend is too worldly. She’s a distraction."

He started monitoring my social media.

> "Why are men liking your posts? Delete it."

I thought it was love.
I thought it was protection.

I didn’t know it was the first signs of a cage.

Then came the financial requests.

First, it was ₦20,000 to “sow a seed” into a new church project.

Then ₦50,000 because his car broke down on the way to evangelism.

Then ₦100,000 because his younger brother needed urgent school fees — "and as his future wife," he said, "our burdens are shared."

I drained my savings without blinking.

Because isn't that what Proverbs 31 women do?
Support their men in times of need?

Besides, he always said:

> "God will bless you double."

I was sowing into my future, I thought.

I was watering the garden of marriage, I thought.

One night, two weeks to our traditional wedding, I visited him unannounced.

I just wanted to surprise him.

Bring him some food.
Maybe wash his clothes.
Be a good fiancée.

The door was locked.
I knocked.

He came out half-naked.

Another woman was inside.
Wearing my favorite Ankara wrapper.

Cooking in his kitchen.

She looked me dead in the eyes and said:

> "Who are you?"

I couldn’t speak.
My tongue glued itself to my grief.

Samuel pulled me outside roughly and whispered:

> "Don't embarrass me. She's my real fiancée. You were just... spiritual support."

Just.
Spiritual.
Support.

Six months of prayers.
Six months of fasting.
Six months of giving.

For what?

For another woman to wear my wrapper?
For another woman to sleep in the bed I helped pay rent for?

He blocked me the next day.

Changed churches.

Moved on.

I found out later he had three other women from three other churches he was "courting" at the same time.

Different rings.
Different promises.
Same lies.

I thought the pain would kill me.

I thought my chest would split open from heartbreak.

I questioned God:

> "Was I not faithful enough?
Was I not prayerful enough?
Was I not good enough?"

But the more I wept, the clearer it became:

It wasn't about me.
It was about him.

Some men use the name of God as camouflage.
They speak in tongues, but their hearts speak in manipulation.
They sing worship songs, but their souls are tuned to destruction.

Today, I am healing.

Slowly.

Learning that God is good, even when people are wicked.

Learning that real love doesn't control, it cherishes.
Real love doesn't use, it protects.
Real love doesn’t need a stage and a microphone — it’s humble, it’s patient, it’s kind.

Life Lesson:

Don’t confuse spirituality with character.

Don’t let your love for God blind you to red flags waving like banners.

And never, ever surrender your mind just because someone carries a Bible louder than you.

Love should feel like peace — not war.
Not confusion.
Not fear.

Today, I still believe in love.
I still believe in God.

But now, I know better:

> Even the devil can wear suits.
Even the devil can preach sermons.

Test spirits.
Test hearts.
Test character.

Before you hand over your heart.

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