"The Secrets They Couldn’t Hide"
The room fell silent. The weight of Olusegun Obasanjo’s words hung in the air like a judge’s gavel slamming down in final judgment. Eyes darted around the chamber, but no one dared to speak.
"I heard it from the horse’s mouth," Obasanjo said, his voice calm but piercing. "You can deny it all you want. But the ones who got it told me themselves."
A ripple of discomfort spread through the assembly. Faces stiffened. A few hands clenched into fists beneath polished mahogany tables. The accusations had been whispered for years—lawmakers allegedly lining their pockets, shifting funds in the shadows. But never had they been called out this boldly. Never had the truth been placed so squarely on the table, impossible to ignore.
Then, the rebuttal came—sharp, defensive.
"Satanic lies!" the Senate’s spokesman thundered. "We do not set our own salaries! Show us proof!"
The clash ignited a firestorm across the nation. On the streets, in homes, on social media, the people erupted. Some demanded answers. Others defended their representatives. But one question loomed above all the noise:
Who was telling the truth?
And if Obasanjo had only scratched the surface… what more was hidden beneath?
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