The drums of resurgence are beating again in the valleys of Igala land. What was once thrown into political exile is finding its way back home. The fall of Igala power in Kogi wasn’t just a collapse—it was a generational earthquake. But now, from Idah to Anyigba, the wind is whispering: “Rise again.” This is more than politics. This is about memory, about spirit, about blood that still speaks from the soil.
The betrayal didn’t come with guns. It came with Otogbo or Agbada, with fake smiles, with hollow handshakes. It came dressed in agbada but moved like shadows. Echelon political mafias—sons of the land—traded the people’s crown for personal gain. Their loyalty wasn’t to the land but to the bags under tables. They plotted not with wisdom, but with wine. Like Pastor Chris Oyakhilome once said, “The greatest enemy of destiny is compromise.” And truly, they compromised us at the highest level.
In looking back, we see a kingdom once proud, now picking up broken pieces. The throne that once commanded silence now listens to the noise of impostors. From Attah Ameh Oboni’s reverence to Prince Audu Abubakar’s brilliance, leadership was both honour and sacrifice. But then came a season when money shouted louder than integrity, and stomach infrastructure replaced ancestral structure. We must tell the truth to ourselves, even if it burns.
Our healing must begin from the inside. This is not just a ballot matter—it’s a soul matter. The gods and God are watching. The churches are weeping. The streets are tired. Victory will not come by accident but by repentance. Like Professor Omale declared, “You must first win within before you can win outside.” If we don’t clean our inner house, no outer power will respect us.
Looking ahead, the future calls for wisdom, not war. No more gambling with the people’s trust. No more delegates and elder councils turned into auction houses. The youths must dream again—not with bitterness, but with vision. The women must sing new songs—not of sorrow, but of strategy. Our land must choose builders over betrayers, visionaries over vultures. The days of voting without thinking must end.
We need a covenant revival. Let the elders return to the roundtable. Let every chief remember the covenant of his lineage. Let the voices of truth rise above the noise of the greedy. Political power must return to those who fear God, honour truth, and understand that thrones are sacred. Not every loud man is a leader. Not every rich man is right. We need character, not just charisma.
The Igala crown wasn’t lost—it was misplaced by careless hands. But heaven is patient. History is watching. The people are waking. The question now is simple: when the bell of destiny rings again, will we answer as sons of light or slaves of ambition? Look back, learn. Look ahead, lead. The crown waits—but only for those who will not sell it again.
– Inah Boniface Ocholi writes from Ayah – Igalamela/Odolu LGA, Kogi state.
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