๐—ข๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ป ๐—”๐—ฃ๐—–: ๐—” ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ณ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐—›๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ธ๐—ฒ, ๐—จ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ต๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜†, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—œ๐— ๐—ข๐—Ÿ๐—˜, ๐—•๐˜† ๐—ข๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ž๐—ผ๐—ธ๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ผ

The Osun APC is no longer a political party. It is now a walking shadow of itself, a rotting political corpse searching for its own obituary. What used to be a dominant party has now reduced itself to a coalition of crybabies, Facebook ranters, open-letter merchants, and ghost-hunters afraid of the man they couldnโ€™t kill: Governor Ademola Adeleke.

Yes Adeleke. The dancing senator. The man they once called a joke. The same man whose emergence they mocked in 2018, demonized in 2022, and now secretly admire in 2025. Because deep down, they all know: he won. Heโ€™s winning. And they are finished.

It all began (again) when Adeleke paid a simple courtesy visit to President Bola Tinubu. You would think Osun APC would be mature enough to ignore it. But no that single handshake triggered a full-scale panic.

Suddenly, Timothy Owoeye former Speaker, now serving as the Osun APCโ€™s Chief Priest of Delusion stepped forward like a man under siege and screamed: โ€œThe APC ticket is not for sale!โ€

Relax, sir. Nobody is buying expired pap. You couldnโ€™t win your own polling unit with that ticket, and now youโ€™re guarding it like itโ€™s gold. Meanwhile, Adeleke is in his office unbothered, undisturbed, uninvited and still running your party like a remote-control.

Then came Ismail Omipidan, the ghost of Oyetolaโ€™s past. In a dramatic open letter to President Tinubu, he poured out his confusion, fear, regret, and heartbreak like a jilted political lover. He even praised Rauf Aregbesolaโ€™s โ€œpolitical sagacityโ€ yes, the same Aregbesola he and his camp ganged up against, pushed out of the party, called names, and politically crucified.

Now, with their roof on fire, Omipidan wants to rebuild it with Aregbesolaโ€™s ashes.

Osun APC is the definition of shamelessness on steroids.

The Data Boys? Reduced to silence and scripture. These were once the proud digital assassins of the APC posting fake achievements, attacking civil servants, bullying journalists. Now they tweet cautiously, like soldiers walking through a minefield of old insults. Some even post Adelekeโ€™s projects now with emojis. Theyโ€™ve gone from โ€œImole is a mistakeโ€ to โ€œSir, we see the light “

Letโ€™s just say it:

Ademola Adeleke is now the Political Leader of both PDP and APC in Osun.

No, he didnโ€™t cross over. He didnโ€™t beg. He didnโ€™t defect. But his influence has colonized the Osun APC from within. PDP rallies behind him. APC prays he stays away because the moment he enters, they will all have to kneel and shout โ€œImole!โ€

And that, my friends, is the real trauma: Osun APC is now afraid of accidentally shouting โ€œImole!โ€ in public. The slogan they once mocked now lives rent-free in their heads. They lower their voices during PDP projects. They turn down the TV when Adeleke is on screen. Because deep down, they know heโ€™s doing what they never could.

The same party that screamed โ€œincompetent dancerโ€ in 2018, cried โ€œstolen mandateโ€ in 2022, and begged for political pity in 2023, is now begging President Tinubu not to hand them over to the man whoโ€™s been beating them without even entering the ring.

Letโ€™s summarize:

APC mocked Adelekeโ€™s dance now they dance around his influence.

They exiled Aregbesola now they quote him like a prophet.

They once ruled Osun now they canโ€™t even rule their own hashtags.

And worst of all? Theyโ€™re afraid of shouting โ€œImole!โ€ in their sleep.

The Osun APC is not an opposition party. It is a post-political support group โ€” for men trying to recover from the trauma of being outclassed by someone they underestimated.

Meanwhile, Adeleke remains unbothered. Focused. Laughing. Dancing. Delivering. And haunting them like a political ghost they cannot exorcise.

And as they type their next open letter, plan their next betrayal, or fake their next prophecy, let me end this final funeral announcement with dignity:

Wishing all my Muslim brothers and sisters a peaceful and blessed Eid al-Kabir.

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