THE MERCHANTS OF FALSEHOOD: WHY THEIR CLOCK IS FINALLY RUNNING OUT
The curtain is lifting. The game plan is now plain for all to see. The merchants of falsehood have fewer places to hide, and the era of manufactured narratives is swiftly drawing to its end. For clarity’s sake, let me declare without hesitation: every lie, every deceit, every smear campaign, and every act of criminal blackmail has a natural expiry date. That date has come.
I am never surprised when men and women whose very existence is rooted in treachery resort to abominable lies just to cling to relevance. Evil has always weaponized falsehood as its currency.
This is the beginning of a six-part revelation, anchored on documentary evidence and first-hand accounts. My duty here is to speak without fear, present facts as they are, and invite rebuttals rooted in truth, not slogans, not propaganda, not noise. The record must be set straight, and posterity must bear witness.
The Turning Point: 5th–6th June, 2021
On the 5th of June, 2021, after paying a courtesy visit to the Archbishop of Onitsha Province (Catholic Communion), I informed Benjamin Madubugwu, who was in my company among others, that I had been invited by a close friend in Ogidi for dinner. The plan was straightforward: drop off Benjamin Madubugwu, head to my friend’s home, share a meal, and retire for the night there.
But Madubugwu insisted; persistently, that we first return to my residence in Oraifite. His excuse was disarmingly trivial: he claimed his clothes for the following morning were dirty and that he might find a suitable change among mine. For over ten minutes I resisted, yet his persistence wore me down. Reluctantly, I yielded. What I did not know was that, at that very moment, arrangements for a violent assault on my ancestral home were already in motion.
That night, my Ogidi host called repeatedly, waiting for my arrival. He is alive today. Should more falsehood be churned out in the future, I will not hesitate to put his full identity in the public domain so that every Biafran can independently verify what transpired.
This is not hearsay. What I narrate is based on what I lived through, on communications exchanged in real time, and on hard evidence I shall furnish at the right fora. It is a matter of record that the hatchet job executed at my home was no accident; it was meticulously planned and facilitated, and it required my presence to be properly executed. However, if not for Benjamin Madubugwu, I would not have been in my home on 6th June, 2021, and the tragic incident that occurred that day would never have happened. He had a predetermined plan to lure me home in order to ensure the seamless execution of their evil plot.
The “Unseen Hands” Are Not Invisible
There exists a shadowy figure, the so-called “unseen hands” who has over time orchestrated anonymous smear campaigns, spewed toxic propaganda, and coordinated vicious online and offline attacks against perceived “enemies,” whom he fears will expose the truth of who and what he truly is. Even the very institution of the Directorate of State (DOS) has not been spared; repeated attempts have been made by these unseen hands to discredit and weaken that office. They all failed. Yet, the pattern is clear and undeniable.
In the course of this series, I will strip these unseen hands of their anonymity. Names will be named. Messages, directives, and outcomes will be placed before our people. The cloak of secrecy will be torn away. The machinery of manipulation will stand exposed, naked before truth.
I am not naive. I expect rebuttals. I expect noise. I expect a barrage of fresh lies, diversions, perhaps another round of blackmail. That has always been their playbook. But let them know this: time is no longer their ally. Evidence does not get tired. Facts do not cower before intimidation.
The True Cost of Lies
The greatest tragedy in all this is not the defamation of reputations, it is the wasting of lives. Precious lives. Thousands of sincere, idealistic youths were manipulated, deceived, and pushed into senseless deaths. All the while, those who swore loudly to righteousness were privately fueling the machinery of violence.
To this day, there has been no remorse. Instead, we see theatrics, hypocrisy, and counterfeit piety performed with loud voices and sanctimonious gestures. Enough is enough!
To my people, I say: open your eyes, sharpen your minds. Beware of anonymous war-drums, staged outrage, and false promises sold by the very hands that profit from your suffering. The evil that men do does not evaporate, it follows them, and it stains their record.
What Comes Next
In the next installments, I will unveil:
1. The second assassination attempt on my life on 20th September, 2021, backed by call logs and chat records.
2. The key actors, their roles, and the undeniable links connecting them.
3. The propaganda pipelines.
4. The operational template by which denials were manufactured.
5. A point-by-point public challenge, inviting any party to refute these claims with hard evidence, not empty rhetoric.
This is not theatre. This is not speculation. This is a record. And records, unlike propaganda, do not fade away.
Every lie has an expiry date. That date is today.
Stay tuned for Series 2.
Signed:
Sir Ifeanyi Ejiofor, Esq. (KSC)
Date: 31st August, 2025
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