Obi Aguocha Must Be Out of His Mind, for Defending Fear as Freedom in Anambra

 

Every Monday, Anambra buries billions—and Lawmaker Aguocha brings the shovel. Fear rules, and fools call it peace.

I have heard a lot of bad takes in Nigerian politics, but Obi Aguocha’s statement about the Monday sit-at-home policy takes the crown, the robe, and the whole damn throne. What Lawmaker Obi Aguocha is saying is complete nonsense. I mean, not the polite kind of nonsense—the full-blown, head-scratching, jaw-dropping type that makes you wonder if the man even lives on the same planet as the rest of us. Either he’s too dumb to understand how this ridiculous Monday sit-at-home order is destroying businesses and jobs in Anambra State, or he needs to see a doctor for a cognitive check. Because there’s no other explanation for a supposed lawmaker defending paralysis as policy and fear as freedom.

For three years now, the South-East Nigeria (comprising of Anambra, Enugu, Imo, Abia, and Ebonyi States) has lived under a weekly hostage situation dressed up as solidarity. Every Monday, markets lock up, schools shut down, and streets look like scenes from a post-apocalyptic movie. It’s like God pressed pause on development and forgot to unfreeze it. All this because a group of gun-toting thugs decided that staying home equals liberation. And instead of fighting for sanity, Obi Aguocha is here defending it like it’s some sacred cultural festival.

Let’s be real. The Monday sit-at-home order started as a protest—fair enough. Nnamdi Kanu’s arrest stirred emotions, and the people wanted justice. But what began as a political statement has become an economic suicide note. IPOB itself has disowned it. Yet every week, lives are lost, wallets emptied, and the future mortgaged. The South-East bleeds over ₦10 billion ($7.10 million) every Monday, according to economic estimates. Multiply that by 52 weeks and you’ve got a region bleeding half a trillion naira annually. That’s not activism—that’s assisted collapse.

Walk through the cities of Onitsha or Awka in Anambra State on a Monday morning, and you’ll see the real tragedy—empty roads, closed markets, and frightened faces. The smell of fear mixes with dust and hopelessness. Schools sit like abandoned shells, and children stare out of windows learning nothing but silence. That’s what Aguocha calls “peace.” That’s not peace—that’s paralysis with a press release.

And then he opens his mouth to scold Governor Soludo for trying to end it. He says Soludo’s actions are “unconstructive” and “counterproductive.” Oh really? So doing nothing while the region burns is “constructive”? Maybe Aguocha would prefer Soludo to organize a committee to study the philosophy of fear instead of fixing it. He even said Soludo “unleashed terror on silent agitators.” Silent agitators? My foot. The only thing silent in Anambra on Mondays are the gunshots—right before they hit their targets.

Aguocha talks about “rights.” He says Soludo can’t compel traders to open their shops. Fine. But can criminals compel them to close them? Can fear now dictate market hours in a supposed democracy? The irony is suffocating. When a man defends oppression because it wears his tribe’s uniform, he’s not defending justice—he’s enabling tyranny. Aguocha’s words drip with hypocrisy disguised as concern. Let’s call this what it is: cowardice polished with grammar. The man talks about “fragile peace” like we’re talking about fine china. The South-East doesn’t have peace—it has quiet terror. It’s the kind of quiet you hear before a storm, the kind that fools think is stability. Markets have died. Transport workers starve. Teachers cry. Businesses flee. And Aguocha calls this “progress.” Someone should check his pulse; he might be mistaking rigor mortis for calm.

Governor Soludo may not be perfect, but at least he’s doing something. The man is standing in the fire while others are roasting plantain from a distance. He’s trying to drag Anambra out of a ditch dug by fearmongers and opportunists. And Aguocha? He’s too busy lecturing him about “rights” from the comfort of Abuja, probably sipping coffee while Anambra counts coffins.

When Aguocha says Soludo’s policies could “reignite violence,” it’s almost laughable. Brother, the violence never stopped. It’s been ongoing—just quiet enough for people like you to pretend it’s peace. You don’t end terror by tiptoeing around it; you end it by crushing it. Ask Colombia. Ask Northern Ireland. Ask anyone who’s ever had to choose between fear and freedom. The only people who benefit from this nonsense are criminals and cowards—and Aguocha sounds far too sympathetic to both.

The sit-at-home order has turned the South-East into a weekly ghost town. Investors have fled. Students are falling behind. People can’t feed their families. You can’t build a nation where half the week is wasted on fear. And yet this lawmaker—who should be fighting for development—chooses to defend decay. If stupidity were a currency, he’d be a billionaire by now.

And let’s talk about his obsession with “silent agitators.” These so-called agitators have burned buses and businesses, killed teachers, and forced children to stay home. They’ve made Mondays a curse word. But Aguocha sees them as misunderstood heroes. Maybe he should spend one Monday walking through Onitsha without security. Let’s see how long that sympathy lasts when the first gunshot rings.

There’s a Yoruba proverb that says, “If a man lets his eyes close because he doesn’t want to see evil, evil will find him in his sleep.” That’s what Aguocha is doing—sleeping through disaster and calling it peace. The South-East doesn’t need silence; it needs sanity. It doesn’t need lectures from Abuja; it needs leadership on the ground.

Soludo is right to challenge this madness. You can’t rebuild a society while obeying the orders of ghosts. You can’t educate children by keeping them home out of fear. You can’t revive commerce while kneeling to criminals. Ending this forced sit-at-home Mondays isn’t oppression—it’s liberation. It’s not tyranny—it’s therapy.

So yes, what Obi Aguocha is saying is complete nonsense. Either he’s too dumb to see the damage, or he’s too comfortable to care. But here’s the truth: no region has ever prospered by normalizing fear. Mondays in Anambra should be for business, not for burial. If Aguocha can’t grasp that, then maybe he should take his own advice and stay at home—permanently. Because the South-East Nigeria needs thinkers, not talkers. It needs builders, not bureaucrats. And if defending insanity is his idea of wisdom, then, truly, the man’s head needs a ‘brain’ reboot.

 

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