There is a sound echoing through Enone today — a sound that carries more than mere noise. It is not the whisper of forgotten promises or the silence of disappointment. It is the rhythm of renewal, the melody of gratitude, and the harmony of hope reborn.
It is the song of an elderly woman whose weary hands are lifted to heaven, thanking God for a burden finally lifted. It is the joyful cry of a new mother holding her baby, whose safe delivery came as a gift, not a debt. It is the bright laughter of children returning to their classrooms — laughter that speaks of futures once dimmed but now shining again.
And behind this melody, behind this new symphony of hope, stands one name: Okanga.
When the cold winds of Nigeria’s economic hardship swept through our homes, leaving tables bare and hearts heavy, who stood firm as our shield?
When illness struck and despair crept into hospital wards, who became the unseen angel settling bills and restoring life?
When poverty threatened to drive our children from school, who reached out to lift their dreams back onto their feet?
It was Okanga — the son who never forgot his people.
He is not a distant politician perched in a faraway capital. He is our own, one who walks among us, listens to us, and acts for us. He saw our communities thirsty for clean water and gave us wells of life. He saw our sick struggling to reach hospitals in far towns and brought healthcare closer to our doors. He looked upon our abandoned youths and saw not waste, but worth.
Through his vision, the once-deserted fields of Enone became arenas of hope. He revived our pride and passion through the Enone Ward Cup, transforming football fields into factories of dreams and possibilities.
And he did not forget those whom society often overlooks — our brothers and sisters with disabilities. To them, he brought learning, empowerment, and dignity. To families struck by sudden tragedy, he extended a compassionate hand that calmed their storms.
Okanga made promises in 2023 — and he kept them. He did not give us empty words; he gave us visible results. He did not just speak of governance; he embodied it through compassion, accountability, and delivery. In every community, his touch can be seen — in the water that flows, in the hospitals that heal, in the classrooms that teach, and in the smiles that return to weary faces.
He is not just a leader; he is a symbol of trust, a reminder that politics can still serve humanity, and a testimony that promises can indeed be kept.
But the journey does not end here. The road to a greater Enone continues, and the foundation laid by Okanga must be strengthened, not abandoned. We have seen his heart, tested his integrity, and felt his impact.
So we ask ourselves: how can we turn away from the one who never turned away from us? How can we forget the one who remembered us in our darkest hour?
Our children are back in school. Our parents can access healthcare. Our youths have a reason to dream again. Our water is clean, and our hope is restored.
Let the voice of Enone rise again — from the smiling youths to the rejoicing elders, from the fields of victory to the markets of gratitude. Let it ring loud and clear:
We have seen your light, Okanga. We have felt your love. We trust your promise.
As 2027 approaches, let our votes echo our gratitude. Let our unity reaffirm our belief. Let us stand together to say — Give us Okanga again!
For continuity, for progress, for the prosperity of our children and the future of our beloved Enone —
Okanga remains the promise we can trust.
