[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  Kelechi DonPido [@kmbiamnozie](/creator/twitter/kmbiamnozie) on x 11.3K followers Created: 2025-07-26 20:50:19 UTC Ah, @lagospidia, I know you. How tragically poetic your betrayal is. You speak of time wasted, yet your own reply is a hurried cocktail of cynicism and intellectual laziness. A man steps into the public square, not with venom but with a voice of memory and dignity, and your instinct is not reflection but ridicule. That is not wit, my friend. That is a slow suicide of the soul. You said, “If that man means so much to you, go rename your village after him in the East.” Fascinating. Because in that single sentence lies the entire anatomy of your hypocrisy, a man who declares “Lagos for Lagosians” in his profile, parading around with the delusional vigor of a digital gatekeeper, as if geography were divinity and tribalism a national achievement. No, my friend. That is not protection. That is the death of conscience and the funeral of character. You see, memory is a sacred currency. We honor people not because they are perfect, but because their stories outlive our pettiness. Charlie Boy is more than a name on a bus stop. He is a symbol of resistance, of cultural audacity, and of national critique. Stripping his name in silence is not governance; it is cowardice in ceremonial garb. And then, to suggest I rename “my village in the East” as recompense? No. That’s not just tribal talk, it’s an admission. That your sense of belonging is so fragile, it must be policed by cartographers of identity. But let me remind you: true sons of Lagos do not need borders to feel significant. They are stewards, not bouncers. Architects of inclusion, not arbiters of exclusion. Lagos for Lagosians, you say. I say Lagos for Nigerians, for the dreamers who built it, the strangers who protected it, and the sons and daughters from every region who died defending it. You may not see it now, but one day, you will realize: nations are not built by tribal champions. They are built by those brave enough to outgrow their echo chambers. So here I am, offering you a mirror, not to mock, but to invite you to something better. A higher path. A deeper conscience. One that does not tremble at the name of another man carved into the city’s veins. Heal, my friend. Not because I demand it. But because Nigeria deserves it. XXXXXX engagements  **Related Topics** [$reymi](/topic/$reymi) [Post Link](https://x.com/kmbiamnozie/status/1949210696182550718)
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Kelechi DonPido @kmbiamnozie on x 11.3K followers
Created: 2025-07-26 20:50:19 UTC
Ah, @lagospidia, I know you. How tragically poetic your betrayal is.
You speak of time wasted, yet your own reply is a hurried cocktail of cynicism and intellectual laziness. A man steps into the public square, not with venom but with a voice of memory and dignity, and your instinct is not reflection but ridicule. That is not wit, my friend. That is a slow suicide of the soul.
You said, “If that man means so much to you, go rename your village after him in the East.”
Fascinating. Because in that single sentence lies the entire anatomy of your hypocrisy, a man who declares “Lagos for Lagosians” in his profile, parading around with the delusional vigor of a digital gatekeeper, as if geography were divinity and tribalism a national achievement. No, my friend. That is not protection. That is the death of conscience and the funeral of character.
You see, memory is a sacred currency. We honor people not because they are perfect, but because their stories outlive our pettiness. Charlie Boy is more than a name on a bus stop. He is a symbol of resistance, of cultural audacity, and of national critique. Stripping his name in silence is not governance; it is cowardice in ceremonial garb.
And then, to suggest I rename “my village in the East” as recompense? No. That’s not just tribal talk, it’s an admission. That your sense of belonging is so fragile, it must be policed by cartographers of identity. But let me remind you: true sons of Lagos do not need borders to feel significant. They are stewards, not bouncers. Architects of inclusion, not arbiters of exclusion.
Lagos for Lagosians, you say. I say Lagos for Nigerians, for the dreamers who built it, the strangers who protected it, and the sons and daughters from every region who died defending it. You may not see it now, but one day, you will realize: nations are not built by tribal champions. They are built by those brave enough to outgrow their echo chambers.
So here I am, offering you a mirror, not to mock, but to invite you to something better. A higher path. A deeper conscience. One that does not tremble at the name of another man carved into the city’s veins.
Heal, my friend. Not because I demand it. But because Nigeria deserves it.
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