By Aare Amerijoye DOT.B

Something moved in Osun on Saturday, and it did not move in the direction Aso Rock had prayed for.

In the very state whose roots are widely traced to the President’s own ancestral home, in Iragbiji of Boripe local government, the ruling All Progressives Congress went into battle with the entire machinery of federal power behind it. And the people did not flinch.

By Sunday the Independent National Electoral Commission had declared the incumbent, Governor Ademola Adeleke of the Accord Party, the winner, ahead of the APC candidate, Bola Oyebamiji, by a margin no manoeuvre could close. The party of the President, armed with everything a President can lend, was repelled on soil it swore it owned.

Let the meaning of it land.

When a President cannot command the ground that carries his own name, the myth of his invincibility is already buried.

EVERYTHING, AND STILL NOT ENOUGH

Understand first what was thrown at Osun, so that you understand the size of what the voters did.

In the week before the poll, as is now well established and widely reported, President Bola Tinubu summoned no fewer than seventy six leaders of the Osun APC to the Presidential Villa in Abuja. It was a late night meeting, convened after an intelligence brief from the National Security Adviser, Nuhu Ribadu, warning that key figures in the state had been sidelined and the party was fracturing. Delegates were reportedly flown in on chartered aircraft. And the President, by the account of multiple men who sat in that room, gave them one instruction above all others: close ranks, and deliver victory for Bola Oyebamiji.

Read that again. Not a policy summit. Not a conversation about the suffering of the Osun people. A direct order, from the highest office in the land, to capture a single governorship.

That is the full weight of a presidency placed on one scale. And Osun placed the ordinary voter on the other, and the ordinary voter proved the heavier.

THE STATE THEY TRIED TO STARVE

Long before a single ballot was cast, the Federal Government had already declared a quieter war on Osun.

Since February 2025, statutory allocations to the state’s thirty local governments have been withheld. By reviews of the Federation Account data, the sum kept from Osun’s councils climbed to roughly two hundred and two billion naira across some fifteen months. This is not abstract money. It is the salary of the primary school teacher. It is the wage of the nurse in one of the three hundred and thirty two primary health centres. It is the pension of the retiree who gave a lifetime to the state. Governor Adeleke has said he was forced to borrow from the state treasury to keep those workers paid for the better part of a year.

And the courts have spoken. By the record of its ruling in December 2025, the Supreme Court held the seizure of those funds to be unconstitutional. Still it continued. Then, in the very days before the election, the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission reportedly moved on a state government account without a court order.

Ask yourself plainly. A government that starves your teachers for a year, that is told by the highest court in the land that it is acting unlawfully, and that reaches for your accounts on the eve of your election, what exactly does it expect you to feel when it then comes asking for your vote?

You cannot freeze a people’s wages for a year and expect their gratitude at the ballot box.

AN ELECTION TRAILED BY BLOOD

None of this happened in peace, and the record of the violence must be told plainly, because the truth is damning enough without a single embellishment.

In the months of campaigning, neutral monitors counted a grim harvest. The Nigerian Bar Association and the Kimpact Development Initiative each recorded in the region of twenty nine deaths across seventy three violent incidents, with Osogbo and Ilesa named as the worst flashpoints. The Centre for Journalism Innovation and Development logged its own tally of eighteen deaths. The Nigeria Police Force separately documented at least thirty killings it classified as politically motivated. YIAGA Africa put the toll higher still. The Bar Association’s president did not call this violence random or spontaneous. He said it bore the marks of something orchestrated, planned and coordinated, and he warned that the whole world was watching.

The blood was shed on more than one side, and honesty demands we say so; both leading camps buried their own. But the pattern is the point. An election in which citizens were reportedly hiding their party colours for fear of their lives, in which the police themselves counted the political dead in their dozens, is not the portrait of a free contest. It is the portrait of a desperate one.

Into that poisoned air came the ugliest note of all. A serving senator was captured on video in Ilesa in remarks widely understood as a call for Accord members to be attacked on sight, words so grave that Governor Adeleke publicly demanded the man’s arrest and said he had raised the matter directly with the Inspector General of Police. The senator later insisted, through his media office, that he had spoken only in metaphor, that he meant Accord should be defeated with votes and not with violence. Let the reader weigh that defence for what it is worth. The atmosphere in which such words could be spoken at all tells its own story.

THE ROLL CALL OF A PEOPLE’S VICTORY

Senator Babafemi Ojudu, a man not given to loose sentiment, published his own reckoning after the result of those who truly defeated the APC in Osun. I endorse every line of it, the entire roll-call, without a single reservation, for all of it is true. Yet a handful of those entries deserve to be carved in stone.

He places the President first, and so do I. For it was the hunger in the land, the empty pot on the ordinary hearth, the fare the trader could no longer meet, that hardened the will of the Osun voter more than any campaign speech ever could. When a people are hungry, no motorcade and no anthem can buy back their affection. The architect of the hunger became, in the end, the chief architect of the defeat.

He points, too, at the hand that froze the state’s accounts, and here his finger and the public record meet. As I have shown, the strangling of Osun’s councils was no rumour. It was a documented, court condemned act of financial suffocation, and the people repaid it in the only currency that frightens power. The vote.

Then Senator Ojudu salutes the people of Osun, and at this line every Nigerian of conscience should rise to their feet. In his account, they were a fearless people, who stood their ground against the thugs deployed to snatch ballot boxes, who in some places wrested the very weapons from the hands of those sent to terrorise them. Whether every detail is confirmed, the spirit he describes is unmistakable, and it is the spirit that wins nations back from the edge. Courage, once it spreads, cannot be arrested.

He credits the strategists who drilled and prepared the Governor for the debate, where by many accounts Adeleke exceeded what his critics expected of him. And he tips his hat, generously, to the Governor’s media team. On that last point, permit a professional to speak plainly to professionals. They did their work well, and in this trade we give credit where it is earned. A disciplined message, held steady under fire, is a weapon in its own right, and theirs held.

The rest of his roll-call fills in the picture: the neighbouring governor whose insults only stiffened Osun’s resolve, the visiting party chiefs who swept in as though to conquer a people rather than court them, the biting wit of the campaign songs, the crowd pulling magic of the state’s own famous son. Read together, the list tells a single story. What defeated the APC in Osun was not one man’s dance steps. It was hunger, humiliation and a heavy federal hand, met by a people who had simply had enough.

THE ENDORSEMENT THAT CANNOT BIND A GRIEVING PEOPLE

Now let us be honest, because honesty is the only ground on which a lasting argument stands.

Governor Adeleke has endorsed President Tinubu for 2027. He has done so more than once. His party’s leadership has adopted the President as its preferred candidate. And within hours of INEC declaring him the winner on Sunday, he said it again, thanking the President in the same breath. We do not hide from this. We look at it squarely, and then we ask the only question that truly matters.

Can a handshake at the top deliver a people who were made to bleed at the bottom?

The teacher who went eleven months unpaid did not sign that endorsement. The nurse in the starved health centre did not sign it. The family that buried a son in this bloodied season did not sign it. The market woman crushed under the weight of a doubled cost of living did not sign it. An endorsement is a transaction among leaders. A vote is the private verdict of a wounded citizen, cast in a booth where no governor can follow.

Osun’s grievance is not Osun’s alone. Hunger is national. Insecurity is national. The frozen account and the unpaid teacher are only the local face of a suffering that stretches from Sokoto to the sea. And when the presidential ballot comes in January, that grievance will not flow, cannot flow, to the very hand that authored it. It will seek the alternative. It always does.

A governor may endorse a President. Only the people can elect one, and the people remember who starved them.

THE ARITHMETIC OF ANGER

Lift your eyes now from Osun to the country that surrounds it, and the picture only sharpens.

They call him T-Pain in the markets and the motor parks. It is not a term of affection. It is the sarcasm of a wounded people, coined for a President whose reforms have squeezed the life out of the ordinary household. Since the fuel subsidy was torn away and the naira set loose in 2023, the pump price of petrol has multiplied roughly sixfold, and the cost of preparing a common pot of jollof rice, that humble measure of the Nigerian table, has more than doubled. The analysts at SBM Intelligence keep the receipts, and the receipts do not lie.

Inflation, which galloped towards thirty four per cent, has eased on paper, and government spokesmen will wave their charts. But you cannot eat a chart. The World Bank estimates that more than half of this nation now lives in poverty. Over one hundred and forty million of our people are counted among the poor. Federal workers rejected a proposed minimum wage and threatened to shut the country down. A voter sentiment tracker in June found that four in every five Nigerians believe the country is marching in the wrong direction.

This is not opposition propaganda. The President himself, accepting the APC ticket in May, conceded that millions of Nigerians are still enduring severe hardship. His own Vice President admitted from a public podium that the poor are angry with the men in power. When the palace concedes the fire, why should the rest of us pretend to smell no smoke?

And over all of it hangs the older terror: the kidnappings, the banditry, the killings that stalk the North East, the North West and the Middle Belt, turning highways into hunting grounds and farms into forbidden land.

A government that has made bread scarce and safety scarcer has no moral claim on a second term.

WHAT OSUN IS REALLY TELLING US

So return one final time to Saturday, and read the lesson correctly, because the lesson is the whole game.

He summoned them. He ordered them to deliver. He had the security architecture, the federal purse, the frozen accounts, the chartered flights and the machinery of incumbency. And still the people turned him away. That is the sermon of Osun, and every strategist in this republic should commit it to memory.

Divided, the opposition merely complains. Rallied behind one credible standard, the people win, even in the master’s own compound.

Notice, too, who had already withdrawn from the field. The Peoples Democratic Party fielded no candidate. The Labour Party fielded no candidate. The old opposition, once scattered across a dozen quarrelling banners, is dissolving and reforming before our eyes. The task before us in 2027 is therefore not to prove that Nigerians are angry. That case is closed. The task is to hand that vast, furious majority a standard worthy of it. That standard is already raised.

THE MANDATE THEY CANNOT WISH AWAY

The African Democratic Congress did not crown Atiku Abubakar in a hotel ballroom behind locked doors. On the twenty fifth of May 2026, the party threw its choice open to the people in a nationwide direct primary, conducted simultaneously across all eight thousand, eight hundred and nine wards of the Federation. More than two and a half million registered members queued in the sun and voted. The party declared Atiku the winner with one million, eight hundred and forty six thousand, three hundred and seventy votes. That is not the gift of delegates. That is a grassroots mandate, ward by ward, town by town.

And the man who carries it is no stranger to what works. Nigerians who lived through it remember the Obasanjo and Atiku years, when the economy Atiku helped to steer as head of the economic team grew from fifty eight billion dollars in 1999 to two hundred and seventy billion dollars by 2007. That is not nostalgia. That is a receipt of competence, laid beside a present administration that has grown only the price of suffering.

THE FILES THAT WILL NOT CLOSE

There is a reason the President’s men dismiss the opposition as an exercise in futility. They dismiss what they fear.

For beyond the hardship and beyond the ballot, the questions gather. On the fourteenth of August, Atiku Abubakar walked personally into the registry of the Federal High Court in Abuja and swore an affidavit in a suit that asks the court to determine whether an allegedly forged National Youth Service Corps discharge certificate should disqualify the President from the 2027 race. These are allegations, and the court will decide them. But a leader with nothing to hide answers questions. He does not hire lawyers to bury them.

And there is the darker ledger still. The Economist, in its edition of the ninth of August, reportedly raised questions over more than twenty billion dollars in projects linked to a longtime associate of the President. Atiku has demanded a plain explanation, noting that at today’s exchange rate the sum in question runs to some twenty seven trillion naira. Whether every figure survives scrutiny is for the record to establish. But when a domestic suspicion becomes an international credibility crisis, silence is not an answer. It is a confession waiting to be transcribed.

You cannot govern a hungry people from behind a wall of unanswered questions.

AHISTORY IS WATCHING

So let the drums in Aso Rock beat as loudly as they wish. The country beyond the fence has already begun to make up its mind.

Osun did not hand the opposition a coronation. What it handed us is far more valuable. It handed us proof. Proof that federal muscle can be summoned, ordered and unleashed, and still be met and matched. Proof that a people can be starved for a year and still refuse to be bought. Proof that the fear which once froze the electorate has thawed. Proof that when Nigerians of good conscience close ranks, even the President’s own backyard will say no.

The presidential ballot falls on the sixteenth of January 2027. Between now and then, our work is singular and clear: to turn the anger of the many into the arithmetic of victory, and to place Atiku Abubakar’s experience where the suffering of this nation demands it.

The masses are not waiting to be told they are in pain. They are waiting to be given a way out. History is watching to see whether we will hand it to them.

We will.

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Aare Amerijoye DOT.B, Director General, The Narrative Force, thenarrativeforce.org

16 August 2026