Femi Fani-Kayode’s latest Facebook sermon against Peter Obi is not courage; it is commission. It is the predictable howl of a political mercenary performing on cue for an APC establishment that rewards venom with visibility and loyalty with patronage. Strip away the biblical theatrics and purple prose, and what remains is a tired hit job—designed not to enlighten Nigerians, but to ingratiate its author with power.
For years, Fani-Kayode has worn his contempt for Igbo political aspirations like a badge. His fixation on Peter Obi is neither ideological nor policy-driven; it is visceral. He does not debate Obi—he demonizes him. He does not interrogate facts—he invents motives. This is not disagreement; it is animus. And Nigerians can tell the difference between principled opposition and personal spite masquerading as patriotism.
Let us be clear: Fani-Kayode will never be Peter Obi. He cannot command Obi’s restraint, credibility, or grassroots trust. Where Obi speaks in numbers and balance sheets, Fani-Kayode traffics in bile and bombast. Where Obi builds coalitions, Fani-Kayode burns bridges. The envy is palpable, the insecurity unmistakable—and the obsession revealing.
His Sunday outburst on Facebook did exactly what was expected of an APC attack dog: smear the opposition’s most potent symbol. In today’s Abuja, loyalty is currency, and invective is a résumé. The louder the insult, the clearer the signal to the Villa. It is no coincidence that yesterday’s serial party-hopper found tomorrow’s reward. In a system that prizes obedience over truth, attacks are investments—and appointments are dividends.
The attempt to paint Obi as an arsonist of national unity is especially cynical coming from a man whose political career is littered with incendiary rhetoric. Fani-Kayode’s Nigeria is one where dissent is treason, criticism is sabotage, and opposition figures must be crushed to validate the ruling party’s narrative. That is not patriotism; it is authoritarian reflex.
Equally hollow is the sanctimonious posturing about security and faith. Nigerians are not fooled. Complex national crises are reduced to moral pageants only when facts are inconvenient. The country needs sober solutions, not sanctified slander. It needs accountability, not character assassination dressed up as scripture.
What we witnessed was not a defense of Nigeria; it was a defense of access. Not a concern for unity, but a craving for relevance. Fani-Kayode’s political survival depends on perpetual outrage, and Peter Obi provides a convenient target—because competence threatens the careers built on chaos.
Nigerians should read the rant for what it is: a transactional broadside, commissioned by proximity to power, delivered with relish, and paid for in promises. History is unkind to such performances. When the noise fades, credibility endures—and on that score, Peter Obi stands tall while his detractor shouts from the sidelines.
Nwachukwu writes from Awka
