Religion has become our number one problem with so many fake prophets and millions of Podcasts promoting them.
Just go to the You Tube and you will find many of them promoting and marketing themselves while their podcasters stand by as Cheer leaders misleading credulous Nigerians with no minds of their own.
Come on people. Prayers alone without hardwork cannot get you anywhere. You can pray from now to Eternity, if you don’t play your part, you are going to get nothing.
Those fake prophets are the people that the huge majority of Nigerian Youths listen to and their teachings pollute their minds and mislead them by their talking some Cock and Bull stories which they call prophecies and many people believe them.
Nigeria today more than any country of the Third World has the greatest number of Baales, Village Heads and traditional rulers in every nook and corners of Nigeria from Pert Harcourt to Baga on Lake Chad and from Coast to Coast and from Sea to shining Sea.
Organized Corruption is their religion and what takes place in each of the homes and Palaces of those Baales and traditional rulers everywhere across the country is organized Corruption at the highest level.
That is quite apart from the Corruption that has become the hallmark of all of the three tiers of Government at both the Local, State and Federal Government levels including the Local Government Councils, the State Houses of Assembly, the National Assembly not to talk of the Nigerian Senate and Aso Rock itself in Abuja.
Where does Nigeria go from here?
Your guess is a good as mine.
Nigeria is totally “forked” up. Forgive my choice of words.
When you can no longer trust your Pastors and Bishops and all of your traditional rulers including the most senior and the most prestigious of them, and when you can no longer trust all of those In Government, where else do you go to get Justice.
The Nigerian Judiciary at all levels including the Law Enforcement Agencies like the Police Force and the Military are equally tainted and badly compromised.
The Diagnosis is not looking good at all for Nigeria based on this analysis
Nigeria should be sick and tired of what is currently going on in Nigeria.
You could call this statement a prophecy of Doom like the Akinloyes and the Yaya Dikkos of this world once called Chief Obafemi Awolowo a prophet of Doom when he correctly prophesied long time ago about what Nigeria is witnessing or experiencing today, all to no avail.
If you don’t believe me, go to YouTube and watch “Esabod” revelations in some of the videos. You will be amazed.
Like you, I used to think that “Esabod” operating out of Dublin is a rabble rouser but not anymore. Nigerians must not dismiss with the wave of the hand much of what that lady is talking about. I just couldn’t believe some of what she told in few of her podcasts.
What I pray must not happen to Nigeria is the sad but true story told in the story captured below by one of my amazingly brilliant brother and patriot-the former Ambassador of the Federal Republic.
“The only assassination of a British Prime Minister happened in 1812.
The killer spent 6 years being tortured in Russian prisons.
But he wasn’t a terrorist or spy.
His motive? Something so shocking it’s almost unbelievable:
Let’s start with betrayal.
In 1812, Prime Minister Spencer Perceval walked into Parliament like any other day.
Minutes later, he lay dead on the floor—shot through the heart:
The killer didn’t flee. He calmly sat down and said:
“I am the person who shot the Prime Minister. My name is John Bellingham.”
He wasn’t a spy or revolutionary.
He was a merchant with a grudge over…paperwork:
Bellingham was a businessman trading with Russia.
But in 1804, disaster struck:
• He was falsely imprisoned in Russia
• His travel papers confiscated
• And his business destroyed
The British government’s response? “Not our problem.”
Bellingham spent 6 brutal years in Russian prisons:
• Tortured regularly
• Nearly died from conditions
• Marched through streets in chains
When he finally escaped to England in 1809, he wanted one thing:
Compensation:
For 3 years, he followed protocol:
• Filed endless petitions
• Wrote every government office
• Begged for hearings
Each response? “Fill out more forms.”
Then in April 1812, a civil servant made a fatal mistake…
The civil servant told him:
“You’re free to take whatever measures you think proper.”
Bellingham took this literally.
He bought two pistols, had a special coat pocket sewn, and waited in Parliament.
At 5:15 PM, Perceval entered.
Bellingham stood, walked directly to him, and fired point-blank into his chest.
The Prime Minister’s last words: “I am murdered!”
The killer sat down and waited for arrest:
The trial stunned England.
Bellingham’s defense was simple:
“I tried every legal channel. The government left me no choice.”
The shocking part?
Many people sympathized with him:
A French observer wrote:
“You taught ministers they should do justice when asked.”
But sympathy wouldn’t save him.
After a one-day trial, Bellingham was hanged:
His last words were chilling:
“I feel no hate for Mr. Perceval. But he led the government that refused me justice.”
The aftermath changed Britain forever:
• Government reformed complaint systems
• No PM has been assassinated since
• New protections for citizens’ rights
Sometimes the deadliest threats aren’t enemies…
They’re ordinary people pushed too far:
The final irony?
Parliament later investigated Bellingham’s claims.
He was right—he was owed compensation.
But it was too late for both the merchant and the Prime Minister he killed over paperwork.
This story isn’t just about paperwork or bureaucracy.
It’s about what happens when systems meant to serve people become their prison instead.
When efficiency trumps humanity.
When following protocol becomes more important than doing what’s right:
Copied.
We may say it’s not the PM’s fault but the bulk stops on his table. He’s responsible for everything under him. Let the bosses amongst us learn from this to pay attention to details to see that everyone is treated fairly because it is not the case that everybody is normal”
I rest my case.
— Wumi Akintide writes from New York.
