WHEN AN ALBINO ENTERS THE MARKET Peter Obi moved through the Saturday halls of the high and mighty, then arrived quietly in Lokoja among the ordinary who still wait for dawn. The wind carried only his name, and a very energetic man somewhere nearby felt the old restlessness leave his chest. As the elders say, "bí àfín bá wọ'jà, gbogbo ojú ní nri" - when an Albino enters a dark market, every eye must turn. He rose, not in panic, but as one who has suddenly remembered the taste of tomorrow. The name, Peter Obi does not shout. It simply stands where hunger, heat and untreated sickness have long stood with common man. It understands the night without a fan and the stomach that learns to sleep empty. So the man in the picture searched the line of cars the way a thirsty throat searches for water, until he found the one that carried the quiet promise. What followed was not noise. It was recognition. His feet moved because the melody had already entered his blood. "Bí éégún ẹni bá jóore, orí á yá atọ́kùn" - when one’s masquerade dances with truth, the one who holds the rope feels the pride rise in his bones. "Ojú ire ní a fí nwo owo" - it is with a pleasing eye that we behold what the heart has longed for. Joy does not need a drum when the eyes finally rest on what they have waited to see. "T'ẹ̀rín t'ayọ̀ la fí nkí ọmọ tuntun" - we greet a newborn with laughter and delight, because life itself has returned. May the waiting not be in vain. May the hope that walks among the lowly one day sit where decisions are made. May a new Nigeria arrive the way morning does: without announcement, yet impossible to ignore. ADÉLẸYẸ is my name © @BlazeRegent ™ #PeterObiIsComing #PeterObiOrNothing