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When I was a young boy growing up, I loved associating with the elderly ones and I remember sitting by my grandpa in the evenings, under the moonlight, as he told me a story that carried deep wisdom. This story has never left me. He said: “In every farming season, a wise farmer does two things before the harvest. First, he builds Ajùbà, then he makes sure of Atìbàbà.” I asked him what that meant. He explained that Ajùbà is the small hut a farmer builds on the farm before planting begins. That is where he rests, where he keeps his tools, and where he shelters when the sun is hot or the rain comes suddenly. Without Ajùbà, the farmer is exposed. Then he spoke of Atìbàbà. He said it is like the ceiling of a house. It is what shields the family inside from storms, from heat, and from danger. Without Atìbàbà, the house may have walls, but it is never safe. My grandpa would smile and say: “Omo mi, politics is just like farming.” And today, when I look at Nigeria, I understand exac...

Sometimes I joke with my friends that if money made from politics was a perfume, half the youth would be choking by now. Because everywhere you turn, someone is “aligning,” “mobilizing,” or “waiting for appointment.” I always laugh and tell those closest to me one thing: may I never make my money from politics. Why? Because I’ve seen too many young people missing it. Instead of building, they are chanting. Instead of creating, they are waiting. And sadly, most of the people they are chanting for, when the lights go off and the cameras disappear, don’t even remember their names. It’s painful to watch, because I know how much potential we carry as a generation. The energy, creativity, and resilience of young Nigerians could build enterprises, products, and ideas that outlive any election cycle. Yet, in my state, every conversation still ends up in politics. Every gathering echoes with “ tani baba ni ile yi?” (“who’s our godfather in this area?”). Meanwhile, the real question...