The federal grip has tightened. Tinubu hasn’t merely
touched Rivers State—he has laid claim to its very soul.
Let’s be clear: this is not leadership. It’s occupation
masquerading as governance.
Those who once conspired in the shadows to steal our voice, vote, and vision
now parade boldly in daylight.
We see you.
You bartered our future for crumbs—but betrayal always collects interest, and
history will demand the full account.
And to those in Rivers who watch in silence as this orchestrated tyranny
unfolds, hear this without apology:
Your silence is your signature.
History will not misquote your consent.
To the gluttons of stolen power, prancing like moths around a dying flame—savor
the beat while you can.
Power is a wandering guest. Sooner than you think, the drums will go quiet.
But when Rivers rises—and rise we will—no tyrant, homegrown or imposed, will
outrun the reckoning of memory.
Until then, write your name with care.
The future records everything.
From Anonymous Rivers Son
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