29/08/2026
THE DAY PEOPLE REPORTED ME TO THE ATTAH IGALA FOR HARBOURING CULTISTS IN MY BET9JA SHOP
Early 2015.
I was managing a Bet9ja shop owned by an Edo State man.
The man trusted me so much that he could leave the entire business in my hands, travel out of Idah and sleep peacefully.
And honestly, I was doing well.
Very well.
At that time, the town was practically in love with my shop. 😂
As someone who had travelled around, I had brought some new ideas and little luxuries into the shop. I made the place comfortable, organised and attractive.
Customers were coming.
The money was coming too.
I was making about ₦90,000 every week from my 10% commission.
Consistently.
But you know how this life is...
When your business starts doing well, some people don't ask, "How can I learn from this guy?"
They ask, "How can we bring him down?" 😂
Some rival shop owners started spreading stories.
One of the stories was that my Bet9ja shop had become a hideout for cultists.
I heard about it, but I didn't take it too seriously.
Until one particular day...
The shop was packed.
People were playing games.
Everywhere was choke.
The atmosphere was noisy—the kind of noise you hear when everybody is trying to predict the next winning ticket.
Suddenly, one of my cashiers called me.
"Oga, person dey find you."
I looked at him.
"Who?"
He pointed towards the entrance.
I walked over.
There was a man standing there.
He looked at me and said someone wanted to see me outside.
"Me?"
"Yes."
I didn't argue.
But as I approached the entrance, I suddenly saw several policemen standing outside.
My heart skipped.
For one second, my brain started calculating escape routes. 😂
"Ezekiel, wetin you do sef?"
I was genuinely confused.
Then I looked properly.
And that was when I saw him.
Agabaidu.
His Royal Highness, Michael Oboni II, the Attah Igala.
As an Igala boy who grew up in Idah, I knew exactly who I was looking at.
My legs almost automatically went into traditional mode. 😂
I immediately prostrated flat on my face...
"Agabaidu!"
He smiled.
And said something like:
"May u live long."
Then he looked around and said:
"So this small boy na him these men wan chase from business?"
I was just there, confused and humbled at the same time.
Then he asked me:
"What is your name?"
I said:
"Esude is my name, Gabaidu."
He looked at me.
"You are the second Esude I have seen."
Then he explained why he was there.
Some people had come to report me.
They claimed my shop was harbouring cultists and wanted the place shut down.
But instead of sitting in the palace and believing the story...
He came to see the place himself.
Then he looked at me and asked:
"Are you a cultist?"
I almost laughed.
"No ooo, Gabaidu!" 😂
He smiled.
Then another question:
"Are you educated?"
I said:
"Very well, Gabaidu."
He asked:
"What did you study?"
I replied:
"Agriculture."
He paused.
"Ehhh... Elushe!"
He smiled.
Then he simply told me:
"Go back to your shop and work."
And then came the statement I have never forgotten:
"Anybody that tries to intimidate you, come to the palace."
He blessed me.
And he left.
That was it.
No unnecessary drama.
No humiliation.
No judgment based on rumours.
No "I heard this, therefore it must be true."
He came personally.
He saw the business.
He saw the young man running it.
He asked questions.
He listened.
And he made his decision.
That day taught me something about leadership that I have never forgotten:
A good leader doesn't punish people because of what he heard about them. A good leader investigates.
Anybody can believe gossip.
Anybody can spread rumours.
But it takes wisdom and fairness to say:
"Let me see for myself."
Sadly, Agabaidu has gone hunting now.
But that encounter remains one of those moments from my younger days that I will never forget.
And whenever I remember that afternoon, I still laugh at myself.
Because when I saw those policemen at the entrance, my first thought was not:
"Let me defend myself."
It was:
"Ezekiel, wetin you do sef? Run or stay?" 😂
Thankfully, I stayed.
Because the man who came to investigate me ended up becoming the person who told me to go back inside and continue my business.
That is how a leader is supposed to lead.
Not by gossip.
Not by intimidation.
By finding out the truth.
May the soul of His Royal Highness, Attah Igala Michael Oboni II, rest in peace.
Agabaidu, your boy still remembers. 🕊️