OBI AT A CROSSROADS: Is This the End of the Obidient Dream?

Walaata Papers has been tracking the political missteps of Mr. Peter Obi, and things are becoming even more chaotic.

The opposition coalition has now issued a stern warning to the former Labour Party presidential candidate, warning him not to abandon the African Democratic Congress (ADC) ahead of the 2027 elections.

Why? Because leaving the coalition might not just be a simple move—it could mark the end of Obi’s political trajectory.

Let’s get real. Obi is reportedly uncomfortable with the direction of the coalition, especially now that it appears he may only be offered a Vice Presidential ticket—a position far beneath his ambition. Is this the real reason he’s thinking of walking out?

But where does he go from here? Remember, Atiku is still a looming force in the PDP, and everyone knows he won’t let Obi win the primaries. So was the Labour Party exit premature? Is the ADC move already crumbling?

His constant party-hopping—from APGA to PDP to Labour and now flirting with ADC—has begun to damage his credibility. Once seen as a principled reformer, many now fear he’s turning into just another self-serving politician.

ADC insiders like Comrade Abayomi Bello are already sounding the alarm:
“If Obi ditches this coalition just because he doesn’t get the presidential ticket, he risks total political isolation. Nigerians will stop seeing a visionary—they’ll see a man obsessed with power.”

Even the youth who once believed in the Obidient wave are growing disillusioned.
Where’s the consistency? Where’s the leadership? Where’s the plan?

Peter Obi needs to decide—is he building a nation or chasing a title?

Our take? The earlier Obi makes up his mind on what he truly wants, the better for what’s left of the Obidient movement.

Are you still Obidient? Or have you finally seen the signs?
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Is Obi still the answer in 2027 or has he lost the plot?

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BUHARI: WHO DID THIS TO US?

Where is the conscience in the hearts of our elite who eulogize the late former President Mohammadu Buhari?

Sowore and some few patriotic and reasonable Nigerians are the only ones who are taking us down the memory lane of how Buhari soaked his hands with the bløød of innocent Nigerians and destroyed the very fabric of our security, economic and national cohesion.

Why the pretence and vain attempts by pretenders and lîàrs to try to make a tyrant a great man in dèàth?

Nigerians are not stupiiid. When former President Umaru Musa Ya'rdua díèd, Nigerians mourned and eulogized him for his love and compassion for Nigeria and Nigerians.

Buhari's former spokesman, Shehu Garuba has expressed his displeasure over how Nigerians have thrown caution to the wind and hît hard on Buhari even in dèàth. Let Nigerians reminisce Buhari's high-handedness. Please, Garuba let Nigerians vent their angèr in peace! You don't bèàt up a child and take away his right to cry and sob.

DEAR NIGERIANS....

Have you all forgotten so soon how innocent Nigerians including NYSC corps members were slaughtered in the North just because Buhari lost presidential elections in 2003, 2007 and 2011? Buhari used religion to conscientize and weaponize the ignorant youths of the North. They were at his beck and call to commit the unthinkable.

Have you all also forgotten his ignoble statement that "monkeys and baboons will be soaked in bløød if he lost the 2015 presidential election?

Who ordered the killing of innocent ENDSARS protesters in Lagos?

Even though President Bola Ahmed Tinubu has his annoying shortcomings, Buhari literally paved the way for Nigerians to see Tinubu as their eñemy owing to the security and economic mess he left behind.

Here was a man who valued cows more than the citizens of this country.

Here was a man who gave bloodtasty Fulani Herdsmen from neighbouring countries unhindered assess into the country, to slaughter farmers and make kidnappings a daily occurrence in all nooks and crannies of our dear nation through his body language. Did Buhari ever criticize the activities of the kîllèr herdsmen? NO!

Buhari's crimes against humanity are innumerable!

Yet some say he had integrity! Integrity? A man with integrity will not allow bløødbath under his watch as a leader!

We all have our individual shortcomings but some shortcomings are preposterous! It's understandable that humans don't have power over who is going to heaven or hèll, but I know for sure that the voice of men is the voice of God.

In the mind of minds of those who eulogize Buhari, they know that Buhari never meant well for this country. Buhari just wanted to prove some points after his military administration was toppled by IBB. Which was why he kept contesting for president in every election circle until he capitalized on former President Jonathan's meekness or call it weakness and grabbed power that he had longed for in 2015.
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THE BLØØD OF THE KÎLLLÈD INNOCENT NIGERIANS WILL HAUNT AND HUNT...

Those who kîlllèd them and those who mourn and eulogize Buhari but fail to speak against their killlings and mourn them too. At least, all lives matter!

May the souls of innocent Nigerians killled in far away Benue State, Plateau State and other parts of the country by the eñemïes of the nations state called Nigeria rest in the bosom of the Lord, amen.

#bendelgistsblog.

I really don’t like a private relationship. I find it strange to not love your partner out loud. No posts, no flirting in the comments, you don’t like or repost their stuff. Little stuff like that. I don’t know, I just don’t like that.

I really don’t like a private relationship. I find it strange to not love your partner out loud. No posts, no flirting in the comments, you don’t like or repost their stuff. Little stuff like that. I don’t know, I just don’t like that.

So this Little girl was brought to the city by her uncle in order for her to stay with him since her parents were no more alive. When she got there everything was moving smoothly until her uncle got distracted by her little br£@st and small shape.. From there her Uncle started messing with her and after sl€€ping with her, he’ll go ahead and b£@t her without any tangible reason.

He kept doing that until this little girl got pregnant and when she told him that she is feeling some changes In her body system, instead of him to listen to her, he will scold her. Day by day the pains kept getting severe but her uncle was so careless to listen to her and check what the problem was rather he kept sl€€ping with her everyday whether she is fine or not…

Suddenly her belle started shooting up which drew her uncle’s attention but instead of him to find solution to it when it’s not yet too late, what he did to this little girl was to push her into the street with unknown destination after strong b€@ting and warning her of ever coming around his place again.

That was how this girl started sleeping in uncompleted building with her pregnancy. She would go out to beg for food in the day time and some people were still taking advantages of her condition.

Report says the uncle has been arrested but he’s pleading not guilty.
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'I have interviewed Prime Boy, Spending and the driver. I know Wunmi, Darosha and Adura will not come for the interview but one person knows the truth of how Mohbad d!ed and that is INSTABLOG. The blog was the first to post that he passed away from an ear infection which means they got it from a source in the house. Who told Instablog it was an ear infection? It will be between Wunmi and Adura. The following day(Sept 13)after Instablog posted, Wunmi too posted on her status and Instablog reposted. Wunmi did not counter instablog that it wasn't an ear infection which means she gave Instablog the information

She then pushed another narrative out by saying 'They took him away from me'. Who were the 'THEY'. Nigerians then became confused. Prime boy and Spending were detained for 4 months. Wunmi never came out to say they were innocent. She kept quiet after the posts she made. Immediately, the video of Bully!ng started flying and nobody thought of what happened in the house anymore. Wunmi why did you not speak out when everyone was protesting to know what k!lled MOHBAD and why did you not mention the 'THEY' at the coroner. There was a deliberate act to hide what actually happened in the house. Nigerians can you see the game?' -VeryDarkman

BREAKING: U.S. launches devastating stealth Bomber strike on Iran's Nuclear sites

U.S. President Donald Trump has announced that American forces have successfully carried out coordinated airstrikes on three of Iran’s key nuclear facilities,-Fordo, Natanz, and Esfahan, using B-2 stealth bombers.

The surprise announcement came via Trump ’s post on his Truth Social platform shortly after midnight: “We have completed our very successful attack on the three Nuclear sites in Iran, including Fordow, Natanz, and Esfahan. All planes are now outside of Iran air space.”

“A full payload of BOMBS was dropped on the primary site, Fordow. All planes are safely on their way home,” he wrote, adding, “Congratulations to our great American Warriors… NOW IS THE TIME FOR PEACE!”

A senior U.S. official later confirmed to Reuters that B-2 bombers were used in the operation, which follows days of heightened speculation after the aircraft were moved to Guam, a key U.S. military outpost in the Pacific.

Among the targets, the Fordo uranium enrichment facility, located deep beneath a mountain near Qom, is regarded as one of Iran’s most heavily fortified and secretive nuclear sites. The facility contains underground tunnels housing centrifuges used to enrich uranium, and its destruction would be a significant blow to Iran’s nuclear infrastructure.

Open-source intelligence groups reported visible damage, prompting Trump to repost a claim that “Fordow is gone,” signalling what could be the most direct hit yet in the ongoing confrontation between Iran and Western powers.

The strike comes amid surging hostilities between Iran and Israel, which began over a week ago and have since spilled into broader regional instability.

Israel had reportedly urged Washington to take action against Iran’s fortified nuclear facilities, which only the U.S. military possesses the capability to reach with precision.

There has been no immediate official response from Tehran. However, the attacks are expected to prompt strong condemnation and possibly retaliation from Iranian military and political leaders.

The international community is bracing for fallout, as energy markets, regional security alliances, and diplomatic channels reel from the news.

With Trump declaring “Now is the time for peace” in the wake of the assault, the world is left weighing whether this bold show of military force will serve as deterrence or catalyst for a wider conflict.

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I Dey find serious relationship abeg help me repost

If it ex girlfriend Is no longer posting pictures, but repost old pictures, she's pregnant
I com in peace

The night I turned sixteen, I celebrated alone with a piece of dry bread I bought with my last ten naira and a silent wish whispered into the darkness. I didn’t have a cake, not even a smile from anyone in the house. Aunt Bola’s daughters were out at a birthday party, their laughter echoing in my ears as they slammed the door behind them, leaving me to wash the mountain of plates from dinner. My palms were raw and my feet swollen, but that night, something inside me snapped quietly. I didn’t cry. I didn’t hope. I just sat in the corner of the small room where I slept beside the mop and bucket, and I stared at the wall like it owed me answers. The truth is, pain had become too familiar—it no longer stung, it just settled like dust. But deep down, even in that hollow part of my soul, a flame was burning. I just didn’t know yet how dangerous it would become. The next morning, I was up before the sun. I cleaned, I swept, I cooked, then I left for school with the same torn sandals and a heart heavy with unspoken words. Mr. Bello, my literature teacher, stopped me in the corridor. He was the only adult who ever looked at me like I mattered. “Zarah,” he said, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, “you’re gifted. Don’t let your circumstances define you.” That day, he gave me a form—an essay competition for underprivileged students. The prize was a full scholarship to any university in Nigeria. I held the form like it was gold. That night, while everyone slept, I wrote like my life depended on it. I poured every wound, every memory, every forgotten birthday and every hungry night into that essay. I wrote about being a shadow in a house that never called my name. I wrote about love that never came and hands that only knew how to beat or push away. I wrote until tears soaked the page. And I submitted it. Then I waited. Three weeks later, I heard my name announced over the assembly speaker. “Zarah Yusuf—please report to the principal’s office.” My heart raced. My hands trembled. I thought maybe they found out I’d used the house’s candle to write my essay or that I’d done something wrong. But when I entered the office, the principal was smiling. Mr. Bello stood beside him, tears in his eyes. “You won,” he whispered. “Zarah… you won.” That was the first time I felt my knees go weak from joy. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I’d won. A full scholarship. Freedom. A door out of my forgotten life. But when I got home and told Aunt Bola, her face changed. Her eyes narrowed. “So now you think you’re better than us?” she spat. “This is my house. You don’t make decisions without me.” That night, she locked the door and took the acceptance letter. She told me I wasn’t going anywhere. I begged. I cried. I even knelt. But she slapped me across the face and said, “You’ll leave this house in a coffin before you leave for university.” That night, I lay on the floor beside my broken hope and made a vow. I would leave. I didn’t know how, but I would. And I would never be forgotten again. Two days later, I ran. I took nothing but my ID card, a few clothes in a nylon bag, and the address of the scholarship office Mr. Bello had secretly written for me on a piece of paper. I left that house at 3 a.m. barefoot, walking for hours through empty streets, praying not to be caught, not to be dragged back. I reached the office just as dawn broke. I collapsed at the gate, too weak to stand. A woman found me and gave me water. That day, my life began to change. The scholarship board listened to my story. They called the school. They verified everything. And they accepted me—housing, feeding, education. Everything. I was finally free. But freedom came with guilt. I kept thinking of Mama. Did she know? Did she care? Did she even remember she had a daughter named Zarah? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I told myself I would never look back. But wounds don’t vanish just because the cage is gone. They bleed quietly. I slept in a new bed, but I still woke up reaching for a bucket to clean. I sat in classrooms with rich kids who didn’t know hunger, and I kept my head low, afraid to speak too loudly, afraid to be seen, because I wasn’t used to being noticed without punishment. But with time, I changed. I spoke. I learned. I excelled. I made friends who didn’t ask where I came from, only where I was going. And for the first time, I allowed myself to imagine love. Yes… love. Because in my final year, he came. A boy with soft eyes and a quiet voice. His name was Malik. He didn’t know my story. He just knew my smile. He said I had strength in my silence. He said my eyes looked like they had survived fire. And somehow, slowly, dangerously, I began to believe I deserved love too. But love has its price. And some wounds, no matter how deep you bury them, never stay buried forever.

To be continued……

Title :FORGOTTEN CHILD 2
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