Mr. Trump, You have once again taken your gangsteristic, wandering crusade to the world stage, this time declaring Nigeria a “Co...
Mr. Trump,
You have once again taken your gangsteristic, wandering crusade to the world stage, this time declaring Nigeria a “Country of Particular Concern.” You say we kill Christians. You claim to weep for our peace. But history knows the scent of hypocrisy when it enters the room wearing your cologne. Your statement is not born of compassion; it is double standard. You seek to distract a world tired of your scandals, your lies, and your moral bankruptcy by inventing a new villain in Africa.
Less we forget Mr. Trump, you have been impeached twice, indicted four times, and accused by women, courts, and conscience alike. You stand on a mountain of lawsuits, sexual misconduct cases, financial frauds, and falsified accounts. Your name has become a synonym for deceit. And yet, with the moral gravity of a broken preacher, you dare to call a whole nation to repentance. Nigeria, Mr. Trump, is not your confessional booth. We will not serve as your moral camouflage.
You wish to make Nigeria another Ukraine, a playground for Western hypocracy, another battlefield to justify your endless appetite for blood birth. You hope to turn our faith into your fireworks. But Nigeria is not a stage for your tired drama. We have seen your “concern” before: it began with George W. Bush’s tears for Iraq and ended with oil wells guarded by ghosts. It began with Obama’s promises to Libya and ended with Gaddafi mudered. It began with your own pompous pronouncements on Syria and ended with children buried beneath your democracy’s dust.
You claim to defend Christians. How noble! But if I may ask, which Bible did you read that allows children to be caged at borders, families to be torn apart, and allies to be abandoned mid-battle? Which verses of the holy scriptures command you to do what you are doing in Gaza. When did compassion become a campaign slogan? The same lips that called African nations “s**tholes” now tremble with concern for their people? Spare us. Nigeria is not fooled.
Kant wrote that morality must never be used as a means to an end. Montesquieu warned that power without virtue becomes tyranny in disguise. Bentham taught that the greatest good cannot emerge from deceitful miserable souls like that of yours. You, Mr. Trump, stand condemned by all the three. Your sudden love for Nigerian Christians is not born of faith but of fear. Yes, fear of losing political ground, fear of fading relevance, fear of a truth that even your billions cannot silence: fear that you have corrupted everything you touched.
Let us speak plainly. Nigeria is a diverse nation where religion runs deep but so does coexistence. Our markets are filled with Muslims and Christians trading under the same sun, our universities teach students of every creed, and our streets echo with the sounds of shared struggle. Yes, we have violence. But our violence, unlike yours, is not exported for profit. It is the wound of poverty and corruption, scars deepened by the very global systems your Wall Street gangs built.
When your corporations dump weapons into Africa, when your policies drive inflation through dollar dominance, when your oil giants sponsor conflicts and your intelligence services engineer coups, you lose the right to moralize. You are not the fireman, Mr. Trump, you are the arsonist pretending to pray over the ashes.
And now, to “protect Christians,” you threaten to interfere, to sanction, to destabilize. Do not mistake Nigerian silence for submission. This generation of Nigerians knows your playbook. We read how you armed extremists in the Middle East under the illusion of democracy. We watched you praise dictators when they served your wallet and punish nations when they refused your leash. We saw how you tried to overthrow your own democracy on January 6th, yet now you come to preach peace to us? The world laughs.
If you are truly the “strong man” you parade as, go face the men who have humbled your empire, those who slap your arrogance with jellyfish-like missiles that solloquise with lullabies: Iran, China, Russia. Go match their discipline, their strategic patience, their refusal to kneel before your hegemony. Do not come to Africa to roar like a wounded lion while in real sense you are a pussy cat seeking prey among the peaceful. Nigeria is not your hunting ground.
We will not be another Syria. We will not be another Ukraine. We will not bleed for your re-election or whatever nonsense you may harbour.
Our people are not pawns in your struggle for relevance. We do not need your pity; we need your absence. If you wish to repent of your sins, begin by confessing to the children orphaned by your wars, to the nations crippled by your sanctions, and to the planet poisoned by your greed. Do not hide behind the cross to escape the crimes of capitalism.
Nigeria has survived colonialism, coups, and corruption. We will also survive your gangsterism. But know this: if you sow discord here, you will reap defiance. We are a people both patient and proud, slow to anger but volcanic when provoked. You will not find easy prey here. You will find thinkers, teachers, and patriots ready to remind the world that dignity is not a Western export.
So keep your sermons, Mr. Trump. Keep your labels, your hypocrisy, your restless hunger for domination. The world no longer kneels at the altar of your illusion. Your empire is a spent force that is fast aging and tired, your moral authority expired, your gospel of greed exposed. Nigeria does not need saving, from you least of all.
We do not beg for recognition; we demand respect. And we warn you, with the calmness of a nation that has endured centuries of exploitation yet still stands tall: if you bring your chaos here, you will leave humbled.
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