War breaks out in Ethiopia, and a faction of self-identifying Zionists, aka Beta Israel, flees grievous persecution. The United States and Europe intervene, pleading with Nigeria to temporarily harbour them.
They are relocated to key parts of Nigeria, namely: Abuja, Lagos, Borno, Kaduna, Plateau, Sokoto, Taraba, Oyo, Kogi, Ogun, Niger Delta, Calabar and Akwa Ibom.
The refugees apply for citizenship, and approval is expedited – thanks to Western diplomacy and Nigeria’s overzealous Zionist divide. Predictably, the new Nigerians are affectionately called “God’s Chosen.”
A few months after they attain citizenship, skirmishes break out between them and their “non-chosen” host communities over political privileges and economic resources. The conflicts are stoked by local and international actors into religious wars between Muslims and Christians on one hand and indigenes-settlers crisis on the other hand.
You reprise your role as devil’s advocate, defending the predatory sweep of the refugees turned God’s Chosen, across Nigeria’s fertile tracts, claiming that since they have been granted citizenship, they may call dibs on privileges, land, and resources, even over their native hosts. You argue: “People must welcome progress…The resources were there all along, and we did nothing good with them.”
You cite God’s Chosen’s exploits in the extractive industries, financial, agricultural and technological sectors, to rationalise their more daring sweep across the socioeconomic and political circuits.
Like an over-exuberant choirboy, you validate the ‘seizure’ by proxies, of public governance, business and politics by God’s Chosen, arguing that its in Nigeria’s best interests. “We must let more able hands exploit our industries and manage our affairs,” you claim, amid the scariest forms of media and state capture.
God’s Chosen permanently displace over 30 million Nigerians from their homes in resource-rich regions. They demolish 8,000 towns and built an apartheid structure that relegated Nigerians to state-sanctioned categorisation as “cattle” and imposed citizenship at a subhuman level.
Yet, you condemn revolt, justify apartheid and the cleansing of indigenous peoples by God’s Chosen as an expedient measure. In over two decades of oppression, Nigerians suffer segregation, state-sanctioned murder and incarceration of children, youths and the elderly.
Justifiably, the oppressed rise in rebellion on Nigeria’s Independence Day, October 1. Shots fired by the insurgents and friendly fire from God’s Chosen special forces kill hundreds of civilians and armed fighters on both sides of the divide.
God’s Chosen seize the opportunity to assert absolute grip on the country. Snipers, proxy militia, and AI-guided killer drones are deployed to murder children, journalists, medics and aid workers. They carpet bomb schools, hospitals, churches, mosques and capital cities, displacing 70 per cent of targeted domains and killing over 10 million.
As your reward for being unquestioning lapdogs, the God’s Chosen-led government grant you and fellow journalists residence in a less segregated section of the apartheid state, yet far from the boulevards of First Class citizenry.
Then, the final phase of the cleansing begins. Bloody insurrections erupt and escalate across the Lake Chad region, Mambilla Plateau, Lagos, Niger Delta, and other resource-rich regions. You see God’s Chosen execute false flag attacks against their own: multiple explosions rock foreign consulates on Nigerian soil, killing scores and injuring more.
Simultaneously, Western-sponsored ‘Islamist militia’ lay siege to Christian communities across the country. It’s a classic script used to justify pogroms, “the protection of Christians,” and ethnic cleansing in parts of the country deemed hostile to imperialist interests.
Amid the siege, the press and intelligentsia are systemically purged: you see brilliant and defiant colleagues get murdered, and you embrace speaking doctored truths, in self-preservation. You justify your cowardice as a “sensible” acceptance of what you cannot change, unlike Hamas, which poked the bear by attacking Israel on October 7.”
You soullessly applaud the occupiers’ tactics until your ancestral home gets bombed with your parents indoors. For inexplicable reasons, your neighbourhood gets invaded, on Christmas Day, by God’s Chosen forces. Your wife, daughters and sons are sodomised. You saw this happen to your Muslim compatriots during Eid celebrations and rationalised it with a slanted editorial and a shrug.
Now, it’s your turn, and you are outraged. You wonder why such an attack was carried out on Christmas day, but the occupiers simply toss you a half-hearted “Sorry” and scoff at you, stating that to you it was Christmas, but to them, it was December 25, just another date of statutory siege.
All pretensions cease, and the diplomatic mask comes off. You find that beneath every God’s Chosen smile is a sneer; whether Christian or Muslim, adult or minor, male or female, clergy or politician, you are all fair game to occupying forces.
They call it reclamation, a divine repossession of ancestral land. Thus, on every hilltop and billboard, they hoist legendary totems of unfamiliar messiahs. As the terror persists, you seek global support, but the international community urge you to either accept bloody domination or a two-state solution. Either way, you lose.
You learn to kowtow to external powers behind the throne at the Presidential Villa and several states of captured Nigeria. “We were promised Nigeria before your time. We have simply taken back what’s ours,” says God’s Chosen. Thus, over 200 million Nigerians, comprising 250 Nigerian ethnic groups, become mere tenants overstaying a divine lease as God’s Chosen collect rent in blood and precious tracts.
The cameras roll, but you conveniently ignore the genocide and civil deaths as blind spots of your reportage, lest you suffer a grisly end as journalists in war-torn Gaza. You discover your true fate beneath the totem pole as a “disposable pawn” and “useful idiot.”
Sadly, you experience what you call “justice” and “not genocide” in Gaza. The same murderousness you quoted scriptures and brazen lies to validate, now resonates to you in your native accent.
“What’s our sin? All we did was offer you refuge?” you cry, as you are herded into a Nigerian equivalent of Gaza’s open-air prison.
You forget that cruelty, once applauded, migrates to find new theatre, fresh flag and victims. Now, you understand why the Palestinians fought through seven decades of occupation till October 7.
E gún esin ní keke, e ló ńt’àpá, baba ta ni won máa ki irin bò ní’kùn tí kò ní ju apá? (You spurred a horse and wondered why it kicked; who’d be struck with steel in the belly and not react?)
You justified massacre abroad while sneering at the carcasses of the victims. So the heavens farmed karma into your soil.
“No, it was different,” you claim. “I supported righteousness.” But righteousness wears many uniforms. Today, it wore occupier amulets. Tomorrow, it may resurge with Nigerian charm.
Your torment persists like an unpaid debt as God’s Chosen proclaim, in the tenor of your oft misinterpreted scripture, that the Niger River must redden with sacrificial blood before peace could return.
Across Nigeria, silence becomes a currency dearer than the proverbial black gold as once fiery patriots flee to undisclosed havens abroad. You witness, in real time, the complete suppression of the press and civil society.
You, who once glorified siege in cocky and slanted editorials, have eventually savoured its flavour: the taste of ash and septic breath.
You, who once flooded your timelines with praise for Israel’s bombs, fall disconcertingly quiet under Zionist occupation.
Je kí ńfi ìdí hee, lálejò fi ńti onílé sóde: Let me hang in here is how a guest takes over the house from a host.
The siege you once spiritualised has arrived at your doorstep. Now, you understand that in every occupied territory, there are no chosen people, only chosen victims.
