AN OPEN LETTER TO EVERY NIGERIAN: NOW OR NEVER
_To the farmer in Kebbi, the trader in Onitsha, the student in Port Harcourt, the pastor in Benin, the imam in Kano, the youth in Lagos, the elder in Jos — to every Nigerian, regardless of party, pulpit, or tribe._
My people,
We are standing at the edge of a cliff called “later.” And “later” is about to run out.
Nigeria is bleeding. Not from bullets alone, but from our silence, our greed, our division. We fight each other on Twitter while foreign vultures carve up our gold. We curse the government at beer parlours, then sell our votes for ₦2,000. We pray 6 hours on Sunday, but defraud our brother on Monday. We have become experts at everything except nation-building.
This is not another political letter. This is a mirror. Look into it with me.
1. Soul Searching: What Are We Chasing?
Brother, sister, let me ask you — the questions we avoid at night:
Why are we more interested in worldly things that will never follow us to the grave?
The plot of land you fought your brother for — will the grave be wide enough for it?
The 5th car with tinted glass — will it park beside your coffin?
The stolen billions in 7 currencies — can Swiss banks receive money from the dead?
We have made wealth our god. But wealth without conscience is just organized theft. We measure success by what we acquire, not by what we contribute. So a man who built nothing is “successful” if he drives G-Wagon, while the teacher who built 100 minds is “poor.”
Why are we not ashamed that foreign nations ridicule and exploit us?
They call us “scammers” and we laugh it off. They buy our crude cheap, sell it back to us expensive, and we clap. They dump expired drugs here and we say “business is business.”
How did we get here? Because we are more concerned about “my own” than “our own.” We protect our ethnic man, our church member, our party thug — even when he is destroying the nation. Then we turn around and ask why visa officers reject Nigerian passports. They reject us because we rejected Nigeria first.
2. Questions for The Political Class
To the governor, senator, minister, chairman, councillor — I’m not insulting you. I’m asking you as one human to another:
How many of the stolen local currency, foreign currencies, and luxury cars you are acquiring will follow you to the grave?
The convoy of 20 Prado SUVs — will any of them carry your coffin?
The mansions in Dubai, London, Abuja — will death ask for your address?
The billions you hid in code names — will your children remember you, or just your password?
You were elected to serve, not to own Nigeria. The power you hold is borrowed. It expires. But the pain you inflict on poor children in IDP camps, on mothers who can’t buy drugs, on students learning under trees — that pain outlives your tenure.
When you stand before God, your creator, and before history, what will be your defense?
“I built my pocket but destroyed my country”?
“I ate while my people starved”?
“I divided them by tribe so I could steal in peace”?
3. Questions for Every Citizen
And to you, my fellow citizen:
Why did you sell your vote and then curse the winner for 4 years?
Why do we have energy to trend hashtags but no energy to queue and vote?
Why do we demand accountability from Abuja but steal from our own office, market stall, and classroom?
If every Nigerian steals just ₦1,000, Nigeria loses ₦200 billion. Are we sure we are not all guilty in small ways?
We cannot keep blaming “them” while “we” remain the problem. Bad government is elected by good citizens who don’t vote. Bad society is built by good people who keep quiet.
4. NOW OR NEVER: The Unity We Need
Nigeria will not be saved by America. Not by the UN. Not by prayers alone without work.
Nigeria will be saved when the Hausa man sees the Igbo trader as his brother, not competitor.
When the Christian defends the Muslim’s right to worship, and the Muslim protects the Christian’s church.
When the youth stops waiting for “connection” and starts building.
When the leader remembers that the chair he sits on was bought with the sweat of the woman selling akara by the roadside.
What benefits the nation must become our priority. Not what benefits my party. Not what benefits my tongue. Not what benefits my bank account.
The foreigner respects us only when we respect ourselves. Investors only come when we have one flag, not 250 tribes fighting under it.
Final Word: Choose
Nigerians, we have 2 choices left:
Option 1: Keep chasing “worldly things.” Keep dividing ourselves. Keep stealing, keep complaining, keep watching foreign nations feast on us. Then die with our G-Wagons and buried shame. Our children will read about Nigeria the way we read about Carthage — a great nation that committed suicide.
Option 2: Repent as a nation. Leaders, serve with fear of God and fear of history. Citizens, vote with conscience, work with integrity, speak with love. Put Nigeria first. Let the grave humble us now so we don’t meet it empty.
The soil is patient. It will take all of us eventually — rich and poor, APC and PDP, Muslim and Christian, Igbo and Hausa. The only question is: what will Nigeria look like when we are all lying in it?
NOW OR NEVER.
If we don’t unite today to save this country, there may be no country left for our children to save tomorrow.
I am not perfect. I am just a Nigerian who is tired of watching us die slowly. If this letter offends you, good. Offense is the first step to healing.
God bless you. God bless the Federal Republic of Nigeria.
Comrade Kunle Sodipo, ANIPR
June 3, 2026
kdrexafricanchild@gmail.com
A long overdue cause that deserves our collective efforts,we live in a nation where our values are upside down,no patriotism,no quest for nation building, every one blames the leaders forgetting our personal role in nation building, the time is now for us to change for the better, God bless you, with hope one we’ll act beyond this limit,our lives begins to end, the moment we stay silent for the things that matters,