
20/05/2025
My Heart Is Heavy!πππππππ
I donβt know this boy. I never met his parents. But since I heard the news, it has not left my chest. I feel like Iβve been punched in the heart.
He left home this morning full of hope. With his twin. With dreams. With the pride of a father dropping off his sons for WAEC β that sacred exam every Nigerian child prepares for.
But along the road, ORTMA chased their vehicle. Maybe the father took one-way. Maybe he didnβt. But one thing is certain β that boy had no business dying.
Now heβs gone. Hit by a stray bullet aimed at his fatherβs car by police aiding ORTMA to stop him. Rushed to Welfare Hospital. Declared dead.
Just like that.
A school is mourning. A twin is shattered. A home is empty. A father is broken. A mother is wrecked. A future has been erased.
And I ask again β when will this stop?
How did we become a people who justify death because of traffic offenses? Who made it normal to chase down cars like criminals in the name of enforcement? Where is the sanity? The training? The value for human life?
I donβt care what his father did. He doesnβt deserve to bury a child. Not for one-way. Not for anything.
The way ORTMA operates in Ibadan β the desperation, the recklessness β must be checked.
There are so many ways to apprehend an offender without firing a weapon. Why shoot in the early hours of the morning when communities are already alive, students heading to school, traders opening their shops?
Itβs no secret they have targets. We feel it every day on our roads. If this is the result of placing revenue above human lives, then we are all in danger. If they kill all of us, what will be left to govern?
This is too much for me β and Iβm just a stranger. I cannot begin to imagine what the family is going through. What the twin is feeling. What the teachers, friends, neighbours are whispering through their tears.
I trust Governor Seyi Makinde. I know young lives matter to him. I believe he will not let this pass as just another news story. I believe he will see this through.
But please. Letβs not go silent.
Say his name. (I wish I knew it.)
Demand justice. Demand reform.
That boy was not just a victim. He was someoneβs everything.
It felt so personal ππππππππππ