History Keeps Records, Betrayal Is Never Forgotten!

 History Keeps Records, Betrayal Is Never Forgotten! Fellow Biafrans, history is a stubborn teacher, and those who ignore its lessons are do...

 History Keeps Records, Betrayal Is Never Forgotten!

Fellow Biafrans, history is a stubborn teacher, and those who ignore its lessons are doomed to repeat its pain. The story of Ken Saro-Wiwa is not just history, it is a warning, a mirror for every man and woman who believes that betraying their people will buy them safety or favor.

Ken Saro-Wiwa once thought his closeness to Abacha would shield him. He believed their shared laughter on the tennis court, their camaraderie from the military days, would soften Abacha’s heart. But when judgment day came, Abacha’s pen was sharper than a sword. It signed Wiwa’s death, and no memory of friendship could save him. He pleaded, he wept and reminded them of old times, but power has no mercy for traitors. The only report that mattered was the report of his death.

This was the same Wiwa who, during the Biafran war, guided enemies into the heart of our land. He thought the spoils of betrayal would last forever. Instead, he died like a common criminal, his body dissolved in acid, his name remembered not for freedom but for treachery. Even his son, Ken Jr., could not outlive the shadow of that betrayal.

Let this stand as a warning to every modern-day Judas among us: do not sell your people for crumbs from your master’s table. The same power you serve today will mock you tomorrow and discard you like rotten fish. The same hands you shake will one day sign your death warrant.

Remember Ken Saro-Wiwa. Remember Isaac Adaka Boro. Remember every man who thought betrayal was a ladder to greatness. They climbed, but the ladder broke and posterity spat on their names.

Biafra’s restoration is both the will of God and the will of the people. Whoever betrays this divine cause has already written his own obituary. For history keeps records, and generations will remind their children: here lies the man who sold his people for a plate of oil rice.

So, my dear Biafrans, whenever Judas rises among us, do not despair. It is written: betrayal must come, but woe unto the man through whom it comes. For betrayal only quickens the day of our freedom, and history will never forget.

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