They no longer build bridges—they burn them, dance on their ashes, and christen the ruins with names like “ new alliance” or “third force.” What we call party formation in Nigeria today is nothing short of political fornication—unholy alliances birthed not from vision, but from vengeance. Every new political party that emerges, every loud defection, is less of ideology and more of idolatry—a worship of personal gain and a desecration of the national altar. If these men are forming anything, it is a shrine of betrayal, not a movement of redemption.
Party politics in Nigeria has descended into a brothel of betrayal where old enemies become new bedfellows overnight. From ex-governors to retired senators, the bed is made, the pillows are perfumed, and the transaction is sealed—not in truth but in treachery. They lie not just to us, but with each other—ideologically, spiritually, and institutionally. A man defects from the PDP to APC or from APC to ADC on Friday, condemns his former party on Saturday, and praises them again by Sunday if the wind shifts. These are not parties. They are transactional temples where loyalty is sold by the kilo, and conscience is lost in currency. We are not watching democracy evolve—we are watching morality dissolve.
One cannot tell where ambition ends and insanity begins. They call it “realignment of forces,” but it’s really the rehearsal of Judas kissing Jesus for thirty silver coins. These political marriages are not solemnized by principle but sponsored by pressure and profit. This is not democracy. It is madness disguised in manifesto. Political fornication, the Holy Bible warns, brings national plague. Isaiah cried, “How the faithful city has become a harlot! It was full of justice; righteousness lodged in it—but now murderers.” Nigeria has become that city. The altar is defiled, the priests are unclean, and the incense is foul. No nation thrives where its politics has become a shrine of strange gods.
And the prostitution is widespread—from the high walls of Abuja to the dusty chambers of local councils. Our executives have lost their soul, our legislators their tongue, and our judiciary its sword. At the grassroots, clan heads, Gagos , and community chiefs trade their silence for rice and kerosene. Traditional stools that once bore the weight of sacred authority now kneel to the same politicians they should rebuke. What is left of a nation when even its elders become jesters in the circus of political lust?
No Fulani herdsman is more dangerous than a political elite who changes party as often as he changes Agbada. They blame cows for invading farms, yet they graze on our collective sanity, trampling over public trust with impunity. They hijack the pulpit, quote scriptures with unclean lips, and fund crusades while silencing truth. They sing at vigils, attend Jummat prayers, and still fornicate ideologically by night. The same people who declared Nigeria’s problem is bad leadership are now the very architects of her moral decay. They label it strategy. We call it sabotage.
The soul of Nigeria is under siege, not from outsiders, but from inner demons dressed in political robes. The land is hungry, the youth are angry and engaging in fraudulent activities, yet these leaders are busy dancing to drums of deception. They switch loyalty like clothes, promise heaven but deliver drought. They have turned the mandate of the people into merchandise of manipulation. We don’t need more parties—we need purging. We don’t need third forces—we need clean altars. We need a political celibacy, a return to covenant, a break from the prostitution of power.
The words of Apostle Ayo Babalola echo in our ears: “If the fire does not fall, then the sacrifice is fake.” These politicians light strange fires and call it revival. But the fire that cleanses does not come from a rented crowd. It comes from righteousness. It comes when men fall on their faces, not their pockets. It comes when leaders stop seeking endorsements and start seeking God.
What the nation needs is not another slogan but a sanctification. Let every party founded in lust be exposed. Let every defector wear the shame of betrayal. Let every voter open their eyes. This is not a call to vote. It is a call to vigilance. Nigeria cannot be born again until her politics repents. This fornication must end. The altars must be rebuilt. The prophets must rise. The people must refuse to be seduced by stomach infrastructure and soundbites.
This is a national exorcism. And Nigeria will only survive if we cast out this demon of political prostitution once and for all.
– Inah Boniface Ocholi writes from Ayah – Igalamela/Odolu LGA, Kogi state.
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