Sunday Igboho: Warriors Don’t Live By Publicity | Fola Ojo
He is called by many names. To some, he is a terrorising political thug, product of a nation with broken walls of security, and a fabricated handiwork of Nigerian political parties. To some, he is a motor-park tout, and an analphabet effigy of crudity and ribaldry who kills and maims for ransom and aggrandisement. But to many people of the South-West region, to those people from all walks of life who live and do business in that axis, and to Nigerians who have felt the brash brunt of pathetic peripatetic Fulani herdsmen’s violent blitzkrieg, whose family members have been maimed and friends murdered by strange terrorists who now seem to be looming menacingly over Nigeria, Sunday Igboho is a freedom fighter and a timely help from the ever-present God of heaven.
For a protracted period of time, Fulani killers and scavengers took their assaults to Igboho’s community in the South-West where the self-styled warlord is adored as a trusted defender of his people. Igboho must have had enough of the Fulani foofaraw. The herders had killed prominent sons and daughters of his community; kidnapped princes and princesses as they tucked away in the bushes where they are holed down to collect ransoms running into tens of millions of naira. Igboho and his foot soldiers decided to take the law into their own hands since established security agencies folded their hands and watched the Fulani mayhem unfold without bridle. If the government will not keep the people safe looking the other way when their community is set on fire, people naturally will resort to self-help defending themselves. Igboho truly believes he has been called to save his people from the wicked hands of depraved men who hand out death sentences without a cause.
