Steam for Nigeria: A message of from a friend that brought chills down my spine.31/5/2026

Hello all it's me @creativemind2025 ,and am posting live from Benin city, Edo state. Nigeria. Am going to be really honestly here cause I feel this space is a safe one inorder to consel hidden messages and facts.

So I got a text, from a friend. Mind you I haven't heard from him for a long time now, shortly after graduation he said he was going to find something doing inorder to make a living. He studied engineering,but due to low employment rate in the country. He opted out of finding a job related to his field. He later got an idea to venture Into agriculture and so he started applying and as we can have it . Luck found him and he got a job in the northern part of Nigeria. So he had to relocate. I was happy for him , fast-forward to this very day. He commented on a post on Facebook that I shared, and that was when we got talking again . He narrated his ordeal to me , here was what he said read below 🤧👇
I Abandoned a 25-Hectare Cassava Project Because of One Threat...

Many people see successful farmers today and think the journey is always smooth.
They don't know about the opportunities that were lost, not because of laziness or lack of knowledge, but because of insecurity.

A few years ago, I got the opportunity to manage a 25-hectare cassava project inside Ogene Forest.
The deal was sweet.

We were going to produce cassava for supply to a major chemical company in Jamata ( Unicane chemical industry company limited)for dry peeled cassava processing.

My salary had already been agreed upon ... ₦300,000 monthly.
Transportation? Sorted.
Medicals? Sorted.
Security? Sorted.
And as if that wasn't enough, I was also entitled to 5% of the project's profit.

For a young man passionate about agriculture, that was a life-changing opportunity.
We had already started preparations.
Herbicides had been purchased.
Plans had been drawn.

The land was being cleared.
Everything was moving according to schedule.
But there was one problem.

One notorious herdsman known as Ligah.
The moment news of the project reached him, the threats started.
At first, I believed dialogue could solve the problem.

I tried reaching him through the Paramount Ruler of the land, hoping peace could be brokered.
I couldn't get access.

Then I tried reaching out through a friend who was a secretary in the MACBAN association.
Still, it didn't work.

The warnings continued.
Every day the atmosphere became more tense.
Then came the day that changed everything.

In the middle of the afternoon, my mother received a phone call.

The caller's message was short but terrifying:

"Tell your big-headed son to stay away from Ogene Forest, or you will bury him."

My mother called me immediately.

The moment she repeated those words, all the confidence I had vanished.

I sat quietly and asked myself:
What is the value of money if I'm not alive to enjoy it?
A salary of ₦300,000.
Medical benefits.
Transportation.
Security.
And 5% of the profit.

Yet none of it was worth more than my life.
That day, I made one of the hardest decisions of my career.

I aborted the mission.
The project died.
The opportunity died.
The dream died.

Not because we lacked capital.
Not because we lacked knowledge.
Not because the land was not fertile.
But because insecurity defeated investment.

This is the painful reality many young Nigerians face today.
People keep asking why youths are not rushing into agriculture.
The answer is simple.

Many are willing to work hard.
Many are willing to take financial risks.
But very few are willing to risk being buried for trying to farm.

Every abandoned farm is a lost job.
Every frightened farmer is a threat to food security.
Every investor chased away by insecurity is a setback for rural development.
Nigeria can feed itself.
Nigeria can become an agricultural giant.

But no farm can thrive where fear is stronger than hope.
Looking back today, I feel the pain of what could have been.
But I also thank God for preserving my life.
Because sometimes, the greatest harvest is not the money you make.

It's the life you still have.

I was teary when reading his story cause, this is not life that we are living in Nigeria, the fear , oppression and insecurity is alarming. We can't remain silent for too long. A change has to be made.

Our government have to do better, cause the citizens have rights that must be respected at all times. Some times I sit and Wonder on how the so called politicians are so comfortable in seeing the masses suffer. No empathy! Zero emotions and remorse.

Am not writing to stir up anger or violence, this write up is a call for a change. Am writing out facts not fiction.

And our voices must be heard inorder to bring a change.