Awakening of Umofia: Justice waits for no one

 Greetings ! Greetings! Greet­ings my fellow Umofians! Eii! Eii! Eii! The silence has been long but not without purpose. Tell me, have you ever seen the leopard stalk its prey?

It does not pounce in haste. It watches. It listens. It lets the wind carry secrets before the final strike . And now? Ah ! I return not as a prodigal, but as the hawk that circled the land, patient, sharp-eyed, ready to tell what the land has shown me.

Eii! Eii! Eii! What a time to be alive in Umofia! The winds of change have not just whispered; they have howled, uprooting the complacent and shaking the mighty from their slumber. Ah, but what tales they carry! Tales of laughter, yes but also of lessons long over­due.

Tell me, my fellow Umofians, have you heard? Beneath the sacred baobab, where gossip dances like fireflies, there is now a chorus of sighs. The Akonta hunter who stalked the land as though he was invisible caught in his own snare! The great tree that stretched its branches wide, casting shadows over all. Ehe! Its roots now trem­ble, laid bare by the very earth it once claimed.

Ah! And what of the whispers that drift through the trees? The ones that speak of hands stretched across the seas, beckoning foreign plunderers to feast upon our forests and drink from our rivers as if it was theirs to take? Ehe! The people remember, and the land does not forgive.

Indeed, our elders say ‘when the tortoise parades in broad daylight, it forgets the hawk circles above’. And so, the one who dug his hands deep into the soil, pocketing gold as if it were pebbles, has been summoned to answer. EOCO’s halls do not echo with mercy only the weight of questions heavier than a sack of stolen wealth.

Ah, but the drama! They say ‘when the drummers grow too bold, even the chief forgets his dance.’ And what a spectacle it has been! The mighty, who once strutted through courtrooms as though they were palaces, now lie flat on their backs staring at hospital ceilings, wondering if the sickness in his chest came before or after the law’s tightening grip.

Let this be a warning, Umofia! The days of silent suffering are over. The sun rises for all, and no shadow no matter how deep can hide forever. Those who have woven webs of deceit will soon dangle from their own threads. The river remembers every disturbance in its current, and the people? Oh, the people remember even more.

Until next time,

Eyram, the tale bearer.