From: Aare Amerijoye DOT.B
The Man You Once Nicknamed “Osoko Junior”
Your Excellency, Former Governor Ayodele Fayose,
I trust this meets you in your characteristic state of agitation and attention-seeking fever.
Yes, sir, it is I, Aare Amerijoye DOT.B, the man you once nicknamed “Osoko Junior” in one of your more lucid moments when you still recognized sharp minds instead of chasing shadows. I wear that title with pride for sometimes before I finally got it detached, for if I learned anything from the original Osoko, it is that wisdom speaks once; foolishness speaks incessantly.
I read with a mixture of pity and amusement your latest theatrical performance,another episode in what has become Nigeria’s longest-running political soap opera: “As Fayose’s Stomach Turns.”
Sir, there’s an old Yoruba proverb: “Ẹni tí ó bá ń jẹ́ ẹ̀bùrẹ́ ní ìta ọjà, kò gbọdọ̀ fi ọwọ́ mẹ́jẹ̀ẹ́jì s’ẹnu.” (He who eats goat meat in the marketplace should not use both hands to cover his mouth.) Yet here you are, Your Excellency, eating in the marketplace while simultaneously threatening to expose what everyone already sees.
THE PARABLE OF THE EAVESDROPPER WHO WASN’T THERE
Let me tell you a story, sir.
Once upon a time, there was a man who lived near the village square. One day, three elders met in a private compound to discuss important matters. The man was not invited. He was not present. He did not witness the meeting.
But the next morning, he ran through the village shouting: “I know what they discussed! I know their secrets! They plotted against so-and-so! They said terrible things!”
The village asked: “But how do you know? You were not there.”
He replied: “I have my sources! I have insider information! And if they don’t admit it in 48 hours, I will reveal more!”
The elders simply smiled and continued their work. The children called him “Aropin ti ko si nibe”—the reporter who wasn’t there.
Your Excellency, you have become that man.
Three people met in Minna,you were NOT in that meeting.Yet somehow, through your gasbaging attitude and your insatiable urge to be heard, you have invented their discussion, manufactured a narrative, and presented yourself as an insider to impress your APC benefactors. This is not intelligence gathering, sir. This is beer parlour gossip elevated to press statement and Mr. Paul Ibe was absolutely correct to call it exactly that.
ON THREATENING A MAN BEYOND YOUR WAVELENGTH
Your Excellency, let me be crystal clear: Atiku Abubakar is not in your wavelength. He operates in stratospheres of political experience, international respect, and elder statesman dignity that you cannot even dream of reaching, even if you stood on top of the Ado-Ekiti Government House.
And yet, in your press release, you had the unmitigated effrontery to issue an ultimatum to the Waziri of Adamawa, a former Vice President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, like he is your houseboy who failed to wash your campaign bus properly.
Let me warn you, sir, and I say this as a proud Atiku supporter: If you continue to disrespect this great man, you will be so badly dented by Atiku’s supporters,of which I am proudly one,that it would be difficult for any panel beater to repair you. You will be finished beyond political restoration, crushed beyond recycling, flattened beyond recognition.
Your threat to Atiku is not just disrespectful,it is a child’s threat. It is the political equivalent of a toddler stamping his feet and threatening to hold his breath. You know Atiku so well that your 48-hour countdown is nothing more than a minor irritation to him,like a mosquito buzzing around an elephant. He will swat you away without breaking his stride.
THE INGRATITUDE OF A POLITICAL AMNESIA PATIENT
But perhaps what is most nauseating, Your Excellency, is not just your disrespect,it is your ingratitude.
This is the same Atiku Abubakar who helped you in many ways to become Governor of Ekiti in 2003. This is the man who stood by you when you were being dragged to court on several legitimacy issues. This is the political giant who came to your rescue when you were drowning in legal challenges and political persecution.
Is THIS the man you are now threatening with disrespect?
Have you forgotten so quickly? Or is selective amnesia part of your political toolkit now?
The Yoruba say: “A kì í gbàgbé oore tí a ṣe fún ọmọ ènìyàn.” (One must never forget kindness shown.) But you, sir, have turned gratitude into grievance, transformed mentorship into mockery, and replaced loyalty with loquaciousness.
THE PREDICTABILITY OF YOUR RUDENESS
However, who would be surprised? It is in your blood, this insatiable urge to be rude to elders. Your political career is littered with the corpses of relationships you destroyed through your inability to control your mouth. You have insulted presidents, disrespected party leaders, abused benefactors, and now you turn your venom on the very man who helped birth your political career.
Doing this to Atiku would not be strange coming from you,it is your signature move. You are the political equivalent of a rabid dog that bites every hand that feeds it, then wonders why it starves.
THE PARABLE OF THE RETIRED TOWN CRIER
Let me tell you another story, sir.
Once upon a time, there was a town crier who served his community for many years. When his tenure ended, he was honored and given a generous pension. But the town crier had grown so addicted to the sound of his own gong that retirement tormented him. Every market day, he would rush to the square, bang his old gong, and shout: “Hear ye! Hear ye! I know secrets! In 48 hours, I will reveal them!”
At first, people gathered. But after the tenth, twentieth, fiftieth empty threat, traders simply stepped over him on their way to serious business. The children even turned it into a game: “It’s 4 o’clock—time for the old crier’s 48-hour countdown!”
Your Excellency, you have become that town crier.
And perhaps it stings more that this observation comes from “Osoko Junior”—the young man you once acknowledged had inherited the gift of cutting through political nonsense with surgical precision. I have not forgotten that nickname, sir. I carry it as a reminder that you once had the capacity to recognize substance. What happened?
ON THE COMEDY OF “KEEPING GUNPOWDER DRY”
You wrote: “Till then, we keep our gunpowder dry.”
Sir, with profound respect, the gunpowder you speak of has been so frequently exposed to the elements of your incessant press releases that it has long turned to wet ash. A man who announces his ammunition is hardly a sharpshooter; he is merely performing dinner theater.
If you truly had “beans to spill,” a serious political actor would spill them, not schedule a press conference to threaten a press conference about possibly scheduling another press conference. This is not strategy, Your Excellency. This is the political equivalent of a child threatening to hold his breath until he turns blue.
Even Osoko Junior knows: You don’t announce the ambush; you execute it.
But here’s the thing, sir: You weren’t in the meeting. You have no beans to spill. You only have speculation, innuendo, and imagination. You are threatening to expose a conversation you never heard, at a meeting you never attended, between people who never invited you. This is not whistle-blowing; this is fiction-writing.
PAUL IBE WAS RIGHT: THIS IS BEER PARLOUR GOSSIP
When Mr. Paul Ibe called your statement “beer parlour gossip,” he was being generous. Beer parlour gossip at least has the dignity of being exchanged over drinks among friends. Your version is being broadcast to the nation with press release letterheads and timestamps, as if adding official formatting to fiction somehow makes it fact.
And your response to being called out? You issued a threat to Atiku to disown his own media aide’s statement.
Sir, is that not the very definition of a child’s threat? You want Atiku Abubakar,a former Vice President, a presidential candidate multiple times, a political institution, to disavow his spokesman because the spokesman had the audacity to call your gossip what it is?
You know Atiku too well to think this threat carries any weight. Your 48-hour ultimatum is just a minor irritation to him, like a fly landing on a lion’s mane. He will flick you away without even opening his eyes.
THE UNBEFITTING SPECTACLE OF A FORMER GOVERNOR
You invoke your gubernatorial credentials: “(2003-2006 and 2014-2018).” Sir, those dates are meant to command respect, not serve as a license for perpetual gossip-mongering.
Chief Obafemi Awolowo didn’t spend his post-political years running from one media house to another with “I will expose them in 48 hours!” Neither did Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe turn his twilight years into a countdown clock of revelations. Even your own political opponents who have left office have found dignity in quieter counsel.
But you, sir, you have transformed the revered title of “Former Governor” into “Former Governor and Current Chief Gossip of the Federal Republic.”
THE URGENT NEED FOR ALTERNATIVE EMPLOYMENT
Your Excellency, I write this with sincere concern for your legacy: Please, find a hobby.
Former presidents build libraries. Former governors establish foundations, mentor young politicians, write memoirs, invest in agriculture, consult quietly.
You, sir, have chosen the path of the political paparazzo,always at the scene (even when you’re not), camera ready (even when there’s nothing to photograph), shouting: “Wait! I have screenshots! I have recordings! I will release them in 48 hours!”
Might I suggest:
Farming: Ekiti soil is fertile; your tongue need not be.
Memoirs: Write them once, comprehensively, and be done.
Gratitude journaling: Perhaps write down the names of people who helped you—starting with Atiku—and reflect on how to stop biting the hands that fed you.
Mentorship: You once saw potential in people like “Osoko Junior.” Mentor the next generation instead of embarrassing this one.
Charity work: Channel this energy into something that feeds people instead of feeding gossip blogs.
Silence: Radical, I know, but dignified.
THE IRONY OF “OSOKO JUNIOR” SCHOOLING THE MASTER.
Your Excellency, there is bitter irony in this moment. You nicknamed me “Osoko Junior” because you saw in me the sharpness, the strategic mind, the ability to cut through political theatre.
And now, sir, here I stand, if you will,forced to remind you of the very principles that made you recognize that quality in me in the first place.
When you gave me that nickname, it was a badge of honour. It meant you respected strategic thinking, calculated moves, and the wisdom of knowing when to speak and when to strike. Now, watching you operate like a political tabloid, I wonder: Did you forget your own lessons, or were they never truly internalized?
A FINAL WARNING FROM ATIKU’S CAMP
Your Excellency, let me close with this solemn warning, not as “Osoko Junior,” but as a dedicated member of the Atiku support structure:
If you continue down this path of disrespecting the Waziri, if you persist in this ungrateful, undignified assault on a man who lifted you when you were down, we will unleash such a comprehensive demolition of your political credibility that even the best panel beaters in Ekiti, Lagos, and Abuja combined will not be able to repair the damage.
You will be dented beyond recognition, flattened beyond restoration, crushed beyond recycling.
And unlike your empty 48-hour threats, when we strike, we don’t announce it. We execute it.
Consider this your only warning.
CONCLUSION: AN APPEAL TO DIGNITY (AND SELF-PRESERVATION)
Your Excellency, you are not without accomplishments. You governed Ekiti State twice. You have political experience. You have name recognition. You once had the discernment to identify rising talents and christen them with meaningful nicknames.
But sir, history will not remember you for what you threaten to say; it will remember you for how you conducted yourself in saying it.
Right now, that record shows a man who cannot exist without conflict, who mistakes noise for influence, who invents narratives about meetings he never attended, who threatens elders who once helped him, and who has turned his post-gubernatorial life into a perpetual threat of exposure—never quite exposing, never quite silent, just perpetually… noisy.
The Yoruba say: “Ẹni tó bá gun ọ̀pá ọ̀pẹ, kò gbọdọ̀ ní òun ò lè ka òwú.” (He who climbs the palm tree should not claim he cannot count to five.) You have climbed high, sir. Please do not descend by throwing nuts at everyone below,especially not at the man whose height towers that you and who planted the tree that helped you climb in the first place.
I await your 48-hour deadline with the same anticipation one reserves for the next season of a canceled TV show.
And should you wonder why “Osoko Junior” has taken the time to write you this epistle, remember: You taught me to recognize buffoonery when I see it. I’m simply applying your lessons. And as an Atiku loyalist, I’m defending a man you have no right to disrespect.
Respectfully to Atiku (and that’s more than you’ve offered him),
Aare Amerijoye DOT.B
“Osoko Junior” (Once upon a time )
Proud Atiku Supporter and Defender
Director General,
The Narrative Force
“We Deal in Substance, Not Suspense”
P.S.: Your Excellency, when your 48 hours expire and no beans are spilled (because there are no beans, because you weren’t in the meeting), please do not issue another 48-hour extension. Even Netflix cancels shows with declining viewership.
P.P.S.: And perhaps, just perhaps, you might want to reconsider: If “Osoko Junior” is calling you out for lack of strategic discipline, what does that say about how far you’ve fallen from your own standards?
P.P.P.S.: Touch Atiku again at your own peril. The panel beaters are already booked, and none of them are taking appointments for your kind of damage.
