Senator Sunday Steve Karimi
At a moment when tension hangs thick over Egbe, and allegations swirl around Sunday Steve Karimi, a different kind of voice has entered the fray—measured, reflective, and deeply rooted in culture. It is the voice of Tunde Olusunle, who is urging his people to pause, look inward, and choose unity over noise.
This is not the language of politics as usual. Nor is it a blind defence. Instead, Olusunle’s intervention carries the weight of familiarity—with the land, the people, and the delicate threads that hold both together.
As a Fellow of the Association of Nigerian Authors, his words are layered with observation and symbolism. He recalls his presence at the Egbe Mekun Day celebration last October—not as a distant guest, but as a witness who went beyond ceremony to see things for himself.
Guided by curiosity, he toured projects credited to Senator Karimi. What he found, he suggests, were not empty claims but physical imprints: a functional CBT centre at Titcombe College, a Forward Operating Base aimed at tightening local security, and a redefined royal space in the palace of the Elegbe. These, to him, signal intention—an attempt at shaping the future rather than merely speaking about it.
But Olusunle does not dwell on praise. His real concern lies elsewhere—in the rising pitch of division.
Across Kogi West and the broader Okun landscape, conversations are hardening, positions entrenching, and rhetoric sharpening. It is this drift, more than the allegations themselves, that troubles him.
He warns against the slow erosion caused by “needless bickering,” the kind that fractures trust and leaves communities exposed. Because, in his telling, division is never neutral—it invites intrusion.
His imagery is striking. When a wall cracks, it is not the strength of the lizard that grants it entry, but the weakness of the wall itself. So too, he implies, with communities: it is internal discord that opens the gates to external manipulation.
And then comes his central metaphor—the broom. Singular strands are fragile, easily snapped. Bound together, they become something else entirely: resilient, purposeful, unyielding. For Egbe, this is not just folklore; it is instruction.
Olusunle’s message does not ask people to ignore the dispute or dismiss the allegations. Instead, it calls for something harder—discipline in judgment, restraint in speech, and a commitment to collective interest over personal or political triumph.
In reframing the moment, he shifts the focus from personalities to principles. What is at stake, he suggests, is not just reputation or power, but the very cohesion of a people.
And so, as Egbe stands at this uneasy intersection of tradition and politics, his words linger—not loud, but insistent.
That unity is not automatic.
That division is costly.
And that the true measure of a community is not how it celebrates, but how it holds itself together when tested.