is the confessions of a dangerous mind that lied, to tell the truth.
Even though it is very dark where I am held against my wish, I saw IPOB
shake and tremble, and then fall to pieces like a house of cards. By
using IPOB to promote the divisive rhetoric of seductive but destructive
whisper that is pushing Ndigbo to the false comfort zone of
isolationism, I erred.
scratched the itching eye with the piece of wood meant for scratching
an itching ear. In my arrogance, I never imagined that should the
Nigerian security operatives make a determined effort to extinguish me,
the human rocks I had piled as a barrier around my father’s house would
come tumbling down. The invasion of my father’s house by murderous
Nigerian security operatives and the subsequent killing of many of my
unarmed followers was an “aha” moment for me. I feel sadness over the
death of Umu Igbo in the quest for Biafra that should never have
occurred. I am confessing that IPOB’s foolhardiness led to their death.
the words of wisdom from a great mind Albert Einstein, “The difference
between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.” I am
confessing that IPOB’s absurdity has no limit.
are like lepers whose hand Ndigbo shook and we overcome with excessive
affection. Because Igbos honored the Biafran spirit and heroes and
stayed home when we threatened them, we arrogated that honor to
ourselves and got carried away.
I recently disappeared into thin air, my comrades in IPOB, rather than
change gear and save our fast depleting gunpowder, exhausted them in the
false hope that they will stop the November 18th governorship election
in Anambra State. The call for a boycott of that election finally
exposed our dirty ass. The residual energies after my dramatic
disappearance could not coalesce around the elusive goal of forcing Ndi
Anambra to boycott the governorship election.
the almighty IPOB has crumbled like a cookie. Now, I have not only
killed my obsession with breathless pursuit of an elusive Biafran goal, I
have also left the beautiful mess IPOB, directionless. I guess that’s
what happens when a headless ram like IPOB initiates a head fight with
the bull, Nigerian military operatives.
in this present state of damped optimism, I don’t want any of the
pro-Biafran independence agitators to lose their outrage over the state
of affairs in Nigeria and Igbo land because, in outrage, there is hope.
However, having observed the collapse of the move for independence even
after a referendum by the Catalonians and Kurds in Spain and Iraq,
respectively, I have concluded that one of the first steps to real
liberation is not to build on lies and deceit.
crumbled like a cookie because it was anchored on deceit. Fiction is a
deceit. IPOB’s promise of an independent state of Biafra is a fiction.
My promise to Igbos who do not understand the political realities of
Nigeria that Biafra is about to be actualized “now” was a deceit. Biafra
that contemplates actualization through the derogation of every
ethnicity in Nigeria in the 21st century is a deceit.
fooled with this incoherent rhetoric and false hope, my Igbo brothers
favored this deceit. I was absolutely wrong about this deceit and I
apologize to IPOB members, followers and supporters. I erred by using
the same rhetoric as that of the 1990s that led to civil war in Burundi
and Rwanda, fueling passions that are always very difficult to
fell like a pack of cards because I used a basket to collect water.
Now, I have realized that mobilizing others requires that those doing
the mobilization have their acts together, including, a sound strategy,
and the right people in place. Despite the massive support garnered by
IPOB in its quest for the actualization of the independent state of
Biafra, the movement failed primarily because the mobilization was
around elusive goals. Most importantly, IPOB failed because my
leadership style can at best be characterized as braggadocio.
back at my missteps in the past couple of years, I have realized that
the mobilization by IPOB has been built on false hope, hence the
inevitable failure. The truth is that propaganda on social media alone
will not result in any lasting political gains. The more the incoherence
of IPOB, MOSOB, BIM, Biafran Zionist, filters through, people get used
to it and Igbo generations will waste their time on jamboree rather than
constructive political engagement.
the crux of this confession is to say that, what matters, in the end,
is what is made out of the existing grievance and not the grievance
itself. I have realized that if one shoots a lizard along his path as he
climbs a zigzag tree, his supply of gunpowder will be exhausted. Please
let us mobilize Ndigbo around a realistic goal rather than waste our
gunpowder on social media.
there is a lull, except the familiar, though, damped misinformation by
my IPOB Internet Soldiers. This is because there is still a vacuum, a
big vacuum begging to be filled with reference to the mobilization of
Igbo people around a vision that is in our best interest in Nigeria.
am happy this time out in an unknown location has made me realize that
at IPOB, we have our politics backward. Rather than overwhelming its
adversaries, IPOB has been run aground by its own missteps. Our politics
based on suspicion of other ethnic groups offered no answers to the
cosmopolitan Nigeria with millions of Igbos in every corner working hard
and earning a living.
my unknown location and with my head cooling off now, it is so evident
to me that nothing less than a fundamental rethinking of our modus
operandi is required. At this moment that IPOB have demonstrated its
incapacity of sound strategy and reasoning, a new politics should arise
in its place. It is my hope that this new politics will not be a
complaint-based like IPOB, but rather, a Renaissance similar to Martin
Luther King’s positive vision as articulated in “I have a dream” speech.
Let this new Renaissance replace IPOB’s doomsday discourse with
aspirational and future-oriented one.
use this confession going forward to affect the much needed new path to
Igbo Renaissance. Our collective path forward as Ndigbo in these very
troubled times depend on what we do next.
Merry Christmas in advance. I love you all
unendorsed, yet classic confession of Nnamdi Kanu was coded and
transmitted from his unknown location but decrypted by my Biafran
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