Who Is Your Father, Mr. President? “We cannot allow one man—no matter how powerful—to fracture the unity, history, and shared identity that bind Lagos to the rest of the country. Lagos does not belong to one man.Nigeria does not belong to one man. And no amount of power, money, or intimidation will stop the truth from coming out”
By Kio Amachree
I have watched with growing frustration as my identity, my heritage, and my voice are twisted into something they are not. Let me be absolutely clear
My Yoruba grandfather had fifty children. Fifty. Those children had their own children, and now we are generations deep—great-grandchildren and beyond—all from one man: Chief Ben Oluwole. Forty-four years after his passing, this one man is still providing for his family. That is legacy. That is planning. That is responsibility.
When we gather, we are so many that we meet on Zoom just to accommodate those abroad. That is the scale of one man’s impact.
So when anyone dares to call me anti-Yoruba, they should stop and think before speaking nonsense.
I am connected by blood to some of the most established Yoruba families. Tunde Folawiyo is my cousin—his mother was my mother’s sister. The family of H.O. Davies are my cousins. Auntie Joke was my mother’s elder sister. Adebayo Ogunlesi is also my cousin.
I am half Yoruba. Half Kalabari. Fully Nigerian.
I know who I am. I know where I come from. I do not need to manufacture a past like Bola Ahmed Tinubu.
I was born and raised in Lagos. Lagos is my city. It means more to me than any other place on this planet. But loving Lagos does not mean I will sit quietly while it is used to entrench corruption and tribal division.
I do not believe in tribalism. I reject it completely.
And yet, because I refuse to support one man, I have lost Yoruba friends—old school friends—people who chose tribe over truth. That is the damage this situation has caused. Long-standing relationships destroyed because people forgot we are Nigerians first.
I trusted the system. I ignored the noise, the rumors, the accusations during the election. I found it hard to believe that one man could carry so much controversy and still be allowed to run. But now, the questions cannot be ignored.
Who is your father, Mr. President?
Where were you born?
Where is the documented evidence that the woman presented to Nigerians is your biological mother?
These are not trivial questions. These are fundamental questions of identity and legitimacy.
I can produce family records going back six hundred years. Can you produce a birth certificate?
Nigeria deserves answers.
Instead, what we are seeing is intimidation. The DSS being used. Thugs emboldened. Critics silenced. The intelligentsia sidelined. Power concentrated in a small, dangerous circle.
This is not governance. This is control.
And let us be honest—he does not try these tactics in the North. He knows the consequences would be immediate. Instead, the South is treated as a testing ground while banditry and terrorism destabilize the North unchecked.
That is not leadership. That is manipulation.
He is too old to be acting alone. Which raises an even more troubling question: who is really behind the curtain?
Nigeria cannot afford this.
We cannot allow one man—no matter how powerful—to fracture the unity, history, and shared identity that bind Lagos to the rest of the country.
Lagos does not belong to one man.
Nigeria does not belong to one man.
And no amount of power, money, or intimidation will stop the truth from coming out.
So I ask again:
Who is your father, Mr. President?
