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Before paper money, what did the Igbo people use to measure wealth, honour, fertility, and even spiritual power and why does it still matter today?

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The sun was already sinking over Effurun when Ogidi Mena stepped into the park that day unaware that he was walking into the last chapter of his life.

He was just 28. A dreamer. An aspiring artist trying to find his way in a world that hardly gives second chances. That afternoon, all he came for was a package, a simple errand for someone else. Nothing more.

But sometimes, the smallest decisions carry the heaviest consequences.
They told him to pay extra. Said the parcel was heavier than expected.

He hesitated, confused, explaining that it wasn’t even his. He didn’t know what was inside. He was only sent to pick it up. But curiosity turned into suspicion, and suspicion turned into pressure.

“Open it,” they insisted.
And when he did, everything changed.
A gun.
Four live rounds.

The air shifted instantly. The eyes around him hardened. Fear crept into his voice as he tried to explain; it wasn’t his… he could take them to the owner… he could explain everything.
But sometimes, truth doesn’t get a chance to breathe.

They tied him up. Called the authorities. And when the officers arrived, the crowd had already decided who he was—a criminal.
No trial. No questions. No mercy.
A gun was raised.
A shot rang out.
Mena screamed.

The bullet tore through his hand, but he was still alive. Still breathing. Still hoping maybe, just maybe, he would get the chance to explain himself.

They took him away.
And for a moment, it seemed like justice might take its course.
But somewhere between the road and the station… humanity was left behind.

By the time the journey ended, Ogidi Mena’s story had been silenced—violently, permanently, and without answers.
And the question that lingers is heavier than the package he carried:

Who really killed Mena—the gun, the system, or the silence of those who watched?

April 22, 1990, remains a haunting date in Nigeria’s history,a day when an audacious coup attempt shook the nation to its core, led by Gideon Orkar.

This was no ordinary grab for power. It carried a dangerous and unprecedented idea—the outright division of Nigeria.

As gunfire tore through the silence and confusion spread, lives were lost and fear gripped the country. In the midst of it all, then Head of State, Ibrahim Babangida, narrowly escaped what could have changed the course of the nation forever.

For many who witnessed that era, one image still lingers: Babangida, visibly unsettled on national television, standing beside Sani Abacha, whose calm, almost rigid composure told a completely different story.

It was a moment that spoke volumes without saying much.
Looking back today, it’s clear that Nigeria cannot afford to revisit such dark paths. The era of seeking solutions through military force must remain in the past. Real progress demands something deeper—citizens who are aware, involved, and willing to hold leadership accountable.

A day the world would never forget😭 Do you remember?

There is no such thing as Delta-Igbo. It is not real; never has been, never will be. It is a label invented out of convenience, not truth.

Igbo bu Igbo...!

What truly exists in Delta State are distinct, proud ethnic identities: Isoko, Urhobo, Ijaw, Itsekiri, and Igbo. Each with its own history, language, and heritage. None of them were born by mistake.

We do not say Delta-Isoko.
We do not say Delta-Urhobo.
We do not say Delta-Ijaw.
So why create something artificial like Delta-Igbo?

You are simply who you are:

– An Urhobo man from Delta State.
– An Isoko man from Delta State.
– An Ijaw man from Delta State.
– An Itsekiri man from Delta State.
– An Igbo man from Delta State.
Clear. Direct. Undiluted.

Igbo is Igbo.

States and boundaries are recent inventions lines drawn by governments, not by ancestry. But identity? Identity is ancient. It is rooted in blood, culture, and history. It does not bend or break because a map was redrawn.
So if anyone insists on Delta-Igbo, then let them be consistent, let them also say Delta-Urhobo, Delta-Isoko, and Delta-Ijaw.

If they cannot, then let’s call it what it is: contradiction.
Identity is not a political label.
It is heritage. It is origin. It is truth.

Let the people know the truth...!

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