The verdict of heaven has never been altered by the votes of men. Long before power changed hands on paper, God had already sealed the future of Kogi East with a prophetic signature. What is unfolding now is not mere coincidence; it is the slow unveiling of a divine scroll, sealed with supernatural intelligence, soaked in the prayers of our ancestors, and stirred by the tears of a neglected people. And though the drums of politics may beat wildly, a deeper sound is rising — one that announces: Kogi East shall rise again.
Our tragedy is not just political, it is spiritual. The east of Kogi, once a roaring lion in the savannah of Nigeria’s leadership, now lies still — mocked, looted, fragmented. Yet, it is written: the dry bones shall live again. What men call the end, God often uses as a beginning. What the world calls forgotten, heaven rebrands as chosen. The dismissal of our relevance is only a rehearsal for divine recognition.
Like Joseph in Pharaoh’s prison, our sons and daughters have dreams, but their voices are muffled by structures that were never designed to empower them. Like David tending sheep, our leaders-in-waiting are in hiding — not because they are unqualified, but because the throne has been hijacked by men who mistake manipulation for mandate. But soon, God’s supernatural intelligence shall erupt through these hidden vessels, like fire breaking through dry leaves. It will not come from the corridors of recycled compromise. It will come from the furnace of prayer, pain, and prophetic groaning.
This rising shall not be oiled by naira notes or sponsored by tribal bigots. It will not be negotiated on the table of corruption. No. It shall be birthed in travail. In the market women’s midnight wails. In the holy incense rising from prayer altars in Idah, Ankpa, Dekina, Ibaji, and the silent places where tears fall without cameras. For this is not a revolution of flesh. It is a movement of spirit.
I saw a vision once. A lion, scarred but breathing, lay beneath the hills of Ajaka. People passed, insulted, kicked, and ignored it. But at the hour appointed by God, it stood — not to devour, but to gather its scattered cubs. It roared once, and the earth under Ibaji shook. The voice of prophecy declared: “The East shall rise again.” It was not a metaphor. It was a warning. It was a call. It was a covenant.
And now, the signs are aligning. Heaven is no longer quiet. The God who raised men like AA Alen, Ayo Babalola, TB Joshua, and Bishop Oyedepo from obscurity is searching again. The Spirit is hovering over the land. In the places they call dry, He shall cause rivers to flow. In the hearts they called weak, He shall plant the seeds of dominion. In the mouths they tried to silence, He shall put prophetic fire.
But first, repentance. Before revival comes re-alignment. Kogi East must fall on her knees before she can rise on her feet. We must tear down the altars of bitterness, disunity, bribery, and idolatry. We must weep again at the gates of Idah. We must call on the Almighty God of our fathers in heaven. Not with slogans. Not with placards. But with hearts broken and spirits ready. For what God wants to build, He will not build on polluted foundations.
Those who traded our glory for crumbs must return with tears or be swept away by truth. The demonic spirit must bow. The elders who sold our mandate must recieve sense. The young must drop their weapons and pick up vision. And the Church must cry again — not for political relevance, but for spiritual redemption. For it is written: When the righteous rule, the people rejoice.
This next generation of leaders are not politicians — they are prophets with political assignments. They shall not bribe their way to the top. They shall pray their way into purpose. Their oil shall not come from endorsements, but from encounter. Their language shall not be tribalism, but truth. Their strength shall not be crowd-rented rallies, but heaven-sent backing. They are coming. They are rising. And they are Igala.
The same land that bled yesterday shall blossom tomorrow. The same people mocked today shall be marveled at tomorrow. For our help is not coming from Abuja. Our help is not coming from a godfather’s office. Our help comes from the Lord, who never sleeps, and who never slumbers.
As Bishop David Abioye once thundered, “When God picks a man, no one can unpick him.” Kogi East is God’s pick. Not because of our righteousness, but because of His mercy. Not because of our size, but because of His purpose. And the time of manifestation is near.
To the elders: take your place again, not to dictate, but to disciple. To the youth: burn your fear and pick up courage. To the Church: stop dancing with Pharaoh; return to the wilderness and seek fire. And to the land: open your gates — for the glory is returning.
This is not just a political awakening. It is a spiritual renaissance. It is the sound of supernatural intelligence at work — divine wisdom meeting prophetic timing. What you see as scattered bones, God sees as an army. What they called a forgotten region, heaven is calling a prophetic hub.
Kogi East shall rise again — not by power, not by might, but by the Spirit of the Living God.
– Inah Boniface Ocholi writes from Ayah – Igalamela/Odolu LGA, Kogi state.
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