There are hours in a nation’s history when neutrality becomes cruelty. Nigeria has entered such an hour. Hunger now has a timetable. Inflation has acquired a pulse. Despair has learnt to speak the language of policy. In times like this, to plead for patience is to mock the empty pot; to preach endurance is to insult the unpaid wage. Silence, here, is not maturity,it is moral surrender.

The Yoruba aphorism settles the argument without ceremony: bí a kò bá jẹ iṣu nítorí epo, ká jẹ epo nítorí iṣu,if you refuse to eat yam because of palm oil, then eat palm oil because of the yam. Translation: when survival is threatened, strategy must outrank sentiment. Whatever our reservations, what binds Nigerians today is the urgent and collective need to end a government that has normalised suffering, routinised hardship, and institutionalised pain.

Under Bola Ahmed Tinubu and the All Progressives Congress, suffering is no longer a side effect of policy; it is the policy itself. Prices sprint while incomes crawl. Transport fares rise faster than prayers. Students read by candlelight while officials speak glibly of megawatts and reforms. As Frantz Fanon warned, “Each generation must, out of relative obscurity, discover its mission, fulfil it, or betray it.” For Nigeria, 2027 is that moment of discovery.

This is why the coming election is not a routine contest of party logos or personal ambitions; it is a national assignment,to remove a failed order democratically, deliberately, and decisively.

So come,not because you are identical in ideology, but because you are indivisible in purpose:

Join ADC today because of your love for Atiku Abubakar—experience refined by crises, not cosmetic slogans.

Join ADC today because of your love for Peter Obi—discipline that counts costs before applause.

Join ADC today because of your love for David Mark—institutional memory in an age of reckless amnesia.

Join ADC today because of your love for Ajadi—the stubborn courage of the grassroots that refuses to be erased.

Join ADC today because of your love for Rauf Aregbesola—ideas and reforms that outlive propaganda cycles.

Join ADC today because of your love for Rotimi Amaechi—infrastructure of thought, not merely asphalt and slogans.

Join ADC today because of your love for Aminu Tambuwal—constitutional sobriety in an era of executive excess.

Join ADC today because of your love for Nasir El-Rufai—administrative candour and reformist grit.

And let it be said plainly, without euphemism or apology:Join ADC today to abolish poverty by abolishing the APC government.Because poverty in Nigeria is no longer accidental; it is engineered, maintained, and defended. 

It is sustained by subsidy deceit, exchange-rate roulette, fiscal cruelty, and a governing arrogance that treats citizens as statistics to be managed rather than lives to be lifted. Aristotle was right: “Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.” Nigeria does not need either; Nigeria needs competence married to conscience.

The truth now stands naked before the nation: with your involvement, African Democratic Congress has become an allegorical wind blowing at the fancy of the North-West, sweeping through the North-East, clearing the North-Central, cruising the South-South, reverberating in the South-East, and enchanting the South-West.

This is not wishful thinking; it is alignment. It is the people discovering that coalition is not compromise but survival itself. A market woman in Akure now counts tomatoes like a pharmacist counts pills; a driver in Zaria calculates trips like a surgeon counts breaths; a teacher in Aba marks scripts by daylight because darkness has become policy. These are not anecdotes for ornamentation; they are lived indictments demanding a democratic verdict.

And that verdict is approaching.

By February 20, 2027, like the Eyo masquerades greeting one another on the sacred first day of their outing in Lagos, Nigerians shall greet themselves with a joy only liberation makes possible. ADC faithful and the long-suffering masses will say it openly, without fear or hesitation: “Mo yọ̀ fún ẹ; mo tún yọ̀ fún ara mi.” I rejoice with you, and I rejoice with myself.

This is the assignment.

This is the hour.

This is the democratic reckoning.

Aare Amerijoye DOT.B.
Director General, 
The Narrative Force.