By Saintmoses Eromosele (SME)
Albert,
We once stood on the same path, pushing for Dr. Asue Ighodalo in 2024. You spoke of justice, equity, and a new Edo. But now, you’ve become the very disruption you claimed to stand against—a loud, bitter man weaponizing tribe for clout. How sad!
You’ve crossed a line. You’re no longer just ranting. You are deliberately sowing ethnic division for selfish ends. And we see you now—clearly.
You’re doing this for clicks. Not for Asue. For monetisation. Not for PDP. For the digital dopamine that rewards hate. Not for any principles. Your entire brand has become tribal baiting for algorithms. Shame.
You’re also laying the groundwork for a fake asylum narrative which you are cooking—crafting a trail of “persecution” to present to immigration officers in the UK once your dependant visa expires. That’s not activism. That’s staged desperation. Asylum fraud.
And most painfully, you’re angry because your access to free money—public funds from political backdoors—has been cut off. You are troubled that others like Pikolo and Allamano are now enjoying what only you used to enjoy, which made you create and sustain needless problems for Obaseki, whom you now pretend to be loyal to. You are not speaking out of principle—you’re speaking out of withdrawal symptoms. Don’t delude yourself or try to fool anyone.
You mocked the Oba of Benin. You twisted the sacred word “ancestors” (our revered monarch used to welcome his son) for cheap laughs and monetisation clickbaits. You, who claim to be Benin, desecrate the very institution you should protect. That’s not courage. That’s disgrace wrapped in digital stupidity.
And you insult a governor—an Edo governor of Esan extraction, a man who, ironically, has spent over 65% of capital votes this year in Edo South, where he is not native. The overhead bridges in Ramat Park and elsewhere in Benin aren’t cited in Uwessan or Ewu Junction, but inside Benin City. Temboga Road construction isn’t in Uromi. Since 1999, only Monday Okpebholo—whom you desperately try to falsely accuse of tribalism—has had his major appointments shared evenly across the three senatorial districts: the three arms of government (Executive – Edo Central, Legislature – Edo North, and Judiciary – Edo South), and the five key executive positions—Governor: Edo Central; Deputy Governor: Edo South; SSG: Edo Central; Chief of Staff: Edo North; Head of Service: Edo South. All others were not representative of the three federating units of Edo—South, Central, and North. Go and verify. Your attacks have only earned him more sympathy and admiration—even from me. If he can govern that selflessly and still face this level of bile, then perhaps he’s more noble than we knew.
Albert, you are not exposing injustice. You are exposing yourself.
This is your final warning: stop attacking Esan people. Stop mocking Afemai sons and royalty. Stop ridiculing the Oba. Stop trying to fracture a state whose strength lies in its unity.
And to those who know him—Dr. Tony Aziegbemi, as party chairman, speak to your man. Governor Obaseki, he once walked in your camp and always drops your name as if you endorsed his indiscretion. Call him to order. Dr. Asue Ighodalo, he once screamed your name. Distance yourself from the man who hasn’t hidden his hatred for your origin. Remind him what you stand for. Posterity is taking meticulous notes. Mummy Owen—his wife—speak to your husband. And to his parents—if they’re reading—talk to your son before he burns what’s left of his honour into a family dent.
And Albert, if this is deeper than politics—if your mind is at war—then take your medication. Haloperidol. Risperidone. Olanzapine. Whatever the doctor prescribed, take it. Not every voice in your head is revelation. Some are Kololation—delusions.
You are not the voice of the opposition, Albert. You are just a rabble-rouser—angry, unstable, and maybe still redeemable.
Drop the act. Seek help. And stop—before you destroy what little remains of your seriously threatened relevance.
Our ancestors built this land in unity and dignity. We will not let the noise of a bitter few destroy what centuries of loyalty have sustained. We are one Edo—South, Central, North—bound not by tribe but by truth. And that truth will outlive Albert Obazee’s tantrums. Edo remains one. Edo Okpamakhin!
Saintmoses Eromosele
Executive Director, Oneghe Sele Foundation
(SME Writes from his cassava farm in Ewu)
Saintmoses Eromosele
Saintmoses Eromosele is a Nigerian scholar, community organiser, and entrepreneur. He is the Executive Director of the Oneghe Sele Foundation and CEO of multiple ventures spanning education, healthcare, property, media, and technology. A trained legal mind with academic grounding in law, sociology, economics, management, and public administration, he is widely known for his advocacy on justice, civic responsibility, and equitable governance. He writes from his cassava farm in Ewu, Edo State.
