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Efficacy Of Surrendering To God’s Will
One evening in Egbema, Ogba/Egbema/Ndoni Local Government Area (ONELGA), Rivers State, Nigeria, a thirty-five-year-old father of three, Orisa, ran to his father’s compound drenched in his own blood screaming thus: “Toke, my friend, what wrong did I do to you that you shot me? I give you money every month end. What wrong did I do to you?” He fell in front of his father’s house. Nwalaga rushed out and saw his son writhing in pain in a pool of blood; naturally, he went into shock. Relatives gathered immediately and rushed Orisa to the hospital; he was declared dead on arrival. The bullet hit a major blood vessel resulting in excessive haemorrhage. Orisa was shot by his friend Toke who was a member of one of the dreaded cult groups in the community; this was during the height of the volatility that ravaged the Niger Delta.
For fear of further calamity perpetrated by the rampaging cult groups, Nwalaga instructed that his son be buried immediately in line with the same-day burial tradition of Egbema. At the graveside, Nwalaga was invited to offer a eulogy. Oh so slowly, he gathered a palmful of red earth in his left hand, took what seemed a studied look around as if counting the mourners, looked at the coffin bearing the corpse of his first child and said thus: “Bear me witness oh earth on which I stand, the air I breathe, the water I drink, the sun that shines on humanity! My ancestors, please bear me witness! In our tradition, it is abnormal for a father to offer eulogy at his child’s funeral but here I stand. I don’t know what to say”. He paused momentarily; looking up the sky in tears, he added “Oh God, if what has happened to me is Your will, I accept it wholeheartedly; however, if it is not Your will, I beseech You to do what makes you God.”
At this, he poured the earth into the grave and walked into his house. He wept bitterly till morning light. That morning, the Police visited but Nwalaga refused to make any statement. Firmly believing that he had laid his complaint where it mattered most, which is where he expects justice, he did not want to press charges; not when he is familiar with the shenanigans and the resultant come-today-come-tomorrow associated with the jaundiced justice delivery system in Nigeria. Again, he did not possess the means and energy to confront the deadly Toke, either in the Police, court or community. He had taken his case to the court above the Supreme Court; he was confident he will receive justice, not mere judgement.
The community went into mourning and by the evening, the town crier proclaimed an emergency meeting of village heads and the executives of the community development committee, youths association and women association at the town hall; a fine of one goat and seven tubers of yam for every absentee was decreed. The severity of the penalty for absenteeism was indicative of the seriousness with which the community viewed the case. Since tradition requires him to stay at home for eight days without attending any occasion, Nwalaga sent an emissary to the meeting to inform the community that he disassociated himself and his entire family with whatever measure they planned on taking; furthering that he had left the matter in the hands of God.
Orisa was a peaceful and respectful young man. He had gained employment in an oil company in the community six months earlier following an extended period of unemployment after completing the mandatory one-year National Service. In its relationship with the multinational, which struck oil in the community in 1964, it had been the desire of the community for its sons and daughters to be employed in the well-paying company. Orisa‘s employment was seen as a blessing for the entire community hence, everyone was pained by the tragedy. Two weeks thereafter, Toke was the lone casualty of a cult group supremacy fight; his body was dismembered and scattered on a roadside battleground. Immediately, surviving members of his group wheeled his remains in a wheelbarrow to his father’s house
Standing at the door in an obvious mix of shock and disgust, Toke’s father instructed that his remains should not be brought into his compound and directed that Toke should be taken to the evil forest immediately. There were no burial rights; Toke was buried in a shallow grave. The lesson of this narrative is hinged on the potency of completely surrendering whatever situation one finds oneself to the will of God in prayers. Had the sexagenarian Nwalaga sought revenge either through the judiciary or “jujuciary”, Toke and his group might have unleashed more havoc on his family. Rather, Nwalaga left everything at the feet of God who promptly took over the battle and finished it neatly and completely. Irrespective of modern day derision, newfound aspersions cast and doubts on the spirituality of the Holy Bible, it remains a veritable roadmap for man’s spiritual journey towards oneness with his Source.
What is required is that Holy Books should be studied with the intellect switched on and not read like a novel. “The battle is mine’ says the Lord” (2 Chronicles, 20:15). Nwalaga committed his supplication to God, and He answered swiftly and deftly. Nwalaga did not say his prayers in the tradition of any of the Abrahamic Religions, which are alien religions that constitute the bane of Nigeria’s unity and development; rather, he prayed directly to God without going through any human intermediary; he deferred only to his ancestors and the elements, which are part of the existential realities of man. Most of all, Nwalaga demonstrated absolute belief and confidence in the judgement of God. The essence of this piece is universal; it transcends gender, ethnicity, culture, situation, location and the man-made divisive hedgerows of institutional religion. “He that hath ears to hear, let him hear” (Matthew 11:15).
By: Jason Osai
Osai is a Professor of Development Studies, Rivers State University. Port Harcourt.
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Wike VS Soldier’s Altercation: Matters Arising
The events that unfolded in Abuja on Tuesday November 11, 2025 between the Minister of the Federal Capital Territory, Chief Nyesom Wike and a detachment of soldiers guarding a disputed property, led by Adams Yerima, a commissioned Naval Officer, may go down as one of the defining images of Nigeria’s democratic contradictions. It was not merely a quarrel over land. It was a confrontation between civil authority and the military legacy that still hovers over our national life.
Nyesom Wike, fiery and fearless as always, was seen on video exchanging words with a uniformed officer who refused to grant him passage to inspect a parcel of land alleged to have been illegally acquired. The minister’s voice rose, his temper flared, and the soldier, too, stood his ground, insisting on his own authority. Around them, aides, security men, and bystanders watched, stunned, as two embodiments of the Nigerian state clashed in the open.
The images spread fast, igniting debates across drawing rooms, beer parlours, and social media platforms. Some hailed Wike for standing up to military arrogance; others scolded him for perceived disrespect to the armed forces. Yet beneath the noise lies a deeper question about what sort of society we are building and whether power in Nigeria truly understands the limits of its own reach.
It is tragic that, more than two decades into civil rule, the relationship between the civilian arm of government and the military remains fragile and poorly understood. The presence of soldiers in a land dispute between private individuals and the city administration is, by all civic standards, an aberration. It recalls a dark era when might was right, and uniforms conferred immunity against accountability.
Wike’s anger, even if fiery, was rooted in a legitimate concern: that no individual, however connected or retired, should deploy the military to protect personal interests. That sentiment echoes the fundamental democratic creed that the law is supreme, not personalities. If his passion overshot decorum, it was perhaps a reflection of a nation weary of impunity.
On the other hand, the soldier in question is a symbol of another truth: that discipline, respect for order, and duty to hierarchy are ingrained in our armed forces. He may have been caught between conflicting instructions one from his superiors, another from a civilian minister exercising his lawful authority. The confusion points not to personal failure but to institutional dysfunction.
It is, therefore, simplistic to turn the incident into a morality play of good versus evil.
*********”**** What happened was an institutional embarrassment. Both men represented facets of the same failing system a polity still learning how to reconcile authority with civility, law with loyalty, and service with restraint.
In fairness, Wike has shown himself as a man of uncommon courage. Whether in Rivers State or at the FCTA, he does not shy away from confrontation. Yet courage without composure often feeds misunderstanding. A public officer must always be the cooler head, even when provoked, because the power of example outweighs the satisfaction of winning an argument.
Conversely, soldiers, too, must be reminded that their uniforms do not place them above civilian oversight. The military exists to defend the nation, not to enforce property claims or intimidate lawful authorities. Their participation in purely civil matters corrodes the image of the institution and erodes public trust.
One cannot overlook the irony: in a country where kidnappers roam highways and bandits sack villages, armed men are posted to guard contested land in the capital. It reflects misplaced priorities and distorted values. The Nigerian soldier, trained to defend sovereignty, should not be drawn into private or bureaucratic tussles.
Sycophancy remains the greatest ailment of our political culture. Many of those who now cheer one side or the other do so not out of conviction but out of convenience. Tomorrow they will switch allegiance. True patriotism lies not in defending personalities but in defending principles. A people enslaved by flattery cannot nurture a culture of justice.
The Nigerian elite must learn to submit to the same laws that govern the poor. When big men fence off public land and use connections to shield their interests, they mock the very constitution they swore to uphold. The FCT, as the mirror of national order, must not become a jungle where only the powerful can build.
The lesson for Wike himself is also clear: power is best exercised with calmness. The weight of his office demands more than bravery; it demands statesmanship. To lead is not merely to command, but to persuade — even those who resist your authority.
Equally, the lesson for the armed forces is that professionalism shines brightest in restraint. Obedience to illegal orders is not loyalty; it is complicity. The soldier who stands on the side of justice protects both his honour and the dignity of his uniform.
The Presidency, too, must see this episode as a wake-up call to clarify institutional boundaries. If soldiers can be drawn into civil enforcement without authorization, then our democracy remains at risk of subtle militarization. The constitution must speak louder than confusion.
The Nigerian public deserves better than spectacles of ego. We crave leaders who rise above emotion and officers who respect civilian supremacy. Our children must not inherit a nation where authority means shouting matches and intimidation in public glare.
Every democracy matures through such tests. What matters is whether we learn the right lessons. The British once had generals who defied parliament; the Americans once fought over states’ rights; Nigeria, too, must pass through her own growing pains but with humility, not hubris.
If the confrontation has stirred discomfort, then perhaps it has done the nation some good. It forces a conversation long overdue: Who truly owns the state — the citizen or the powerful? Can we build a Nigeria where institutions, not individuals, define our destiny?
As the dust settles, both the FCTA and the military hierarchy must conduct impartial investigations. The truth must be established — not to shame anyone, but to restore order. Where laws were broken, consequences must follow. Where misunderstandings occurred, apologies must be offered.
Let the rule of law triumph over the rule of impulse. Let civility triumph over confrontation. Let governance return to the path of dialogue and procedure.
Nigeria cannot continue to oscillate between civilian bravado and military arrogance. Both impulses spring from the same insecurity — the fear of losing control. True leadership lies in the ability to trust institutions to do their work without coercion.
Those who witnessed the clash saw a drama of two gladiators. One in starched khaki, one in well-cut suit. Both proud, both unyielding. But a nation cannot be built on stubbornness; it must be built on understanding. Power, when it meets power, should produce order, not chaos.
We must resist the temptation to glorify temper. Governance is not warfare; it is stewardship. The citizen watches, the world observes, and history records. How we handle moments like this will define our collective maturity.
The confrontation may have ended without violence, but it left deep questions in the national conscience. When men of authority quarrel in the open, institutions tremble. The people, once again, become spectators in a theatre of misplaced pride.
It is time for all who hold office — civilian or military — to remember that they serve under the same flag. That flag is neither khaki nor political colour; it is green-white-green, and it demands humility.
No victor, no vanquish only a lesson for a nation still learning to govern itself with dignity.
By; King Onunwor
