Aare Amerijoye DOT.B
There is a breed of political animal so intoxicated by its own lies that it mistakes the echo of its fabrications for the thunder of truth. Feed it a rumour at dawn and by noon it has written the obituary, dug the grave, hired the pallbearers, and sent out invitations to the burial, only to look up and find the corpse standing, breathing, and thoroughly unimpressed.
That was the APC propaganda corps this afternoon.
Keyboards clattered across the federation like a plague of desperate locusts. WhatsApp statuses exploded. Screenshots of phantom rulings multiplied like a virus with no vaccine. “DAVID MARK SACKED BY SUPREME COURT!” they screamed, typing with both trembling thumbs, hearts pounding with the grotesque excitement of men who have confused their wishes for reality. The champagne was uncorked in Abuja. The Aso Rock cheerleaders broke into dance. The paid digital militia, those professional merchants of manufactured panic, declared the African Democratic Congress dead, buried, and forgotten.
How market?
Because today, this very Thursday, the 30th of April, 2026, a date they will not soon forget, Nigeria’s Supreme Court, the apex temple of jurisprudence, delivered its verdict with the cold, surgical finality of a guillotine: the David Mark-led ADC National Working Committee stands. Affirmed. Validated. Immovable. The fake news undertakers buried themselves, furnished their own shovels, and wept into the very champagne they had prematurely uncorked.
This is what desperation looks like without a filter.
When a ruling party has nothing left to offer but confusion, it weaponises misinformation the way a drowning man grabs at foam. When your economic record is a naira in freefall, fuel queues stretching into eternity, and a president whose Chicago past haunts every press conference, you do not fight with facts. You fight with fabrications. You flood the information space with enough noise to make the truth seem uncertain, hoping Nigerians are too exhausted by hunger to investigate.
They miscalculated. Again.
Atiku Abubakar, a man whose political longevity has outlasted administrations, crises, and now disinformation campaigns, spoke today with the measured authority of a statesman who has already seen the ending: “This victory belongs to Nigerians, the courageous millions who refuse to surrender their future.” Not to propaganda soldiers. Not to faceless keyboard warriors drawing stipends from a government that cannot pay salaries. To Nigerians. The same Nigerians the APC has taxed into poverty, priced out of markets, and lectured about sacrifice from the comfort of presidential jets.
Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty. Mark those words and burn them into memory. Because the same INEC that applied status quo ante to the wrong date, the same political machine that deployed bureaucratic thuggery against the opposition, has not surrendered. It has merely retreated, bloodied, embarrassed, but not yet finished.
So the ADC must not blink.
David Mark leads. The coalition breathes and grows. Atiku marches with seven million reasons, seven million Nigerians who voted for him in 2023 alone, now joined by Obi’s millions, Kwankwaso’s millions, Amaechi’s following, El-Rufai’s networks, Aregbesola’s constituency, an avalanche assembling itself quietly, deliberately, and with devastating electoral intent.
To every propagandist who celebrated a phantom ruling this afternoon: the party you buried just walked out of its own grave, dusted off its agbada, and is heading straight for 2027.
Your fake news obituary has been returned to sender, unsigned, unstamped, and soaked in your own tears.
The road is long. The cause is righteous. Nigeria is watching. And we are not tired.
Aare Amerijoye DOT.B
Director General,
The Narrative Force
thenarrativeforce.org
