The Untold Story of Egbema’s Triumph

 How the Pen Broke the Wall: The Untold Story of Egbema’s Triumph

By: Prince Agbedeyi O. D. 

In the beginning, when the rivers still whispered secrets and palm trees hadn’t yet learned to mind their business, Teme-Owei—the Almighty Creator—shaped the first man, Izon, from sacred clay and gave him life. But life isn’t sweet without a guide, so Teme-Owei handed Izon a powerful spirit—Egbesu, the god of justice, war, and mosquito immunity.

From Izon came many children, but one stood out like a stubborn yam in dry season: Egbema. Bold, brave, and full of stubborn brilliance, Egbema journeyed through the creeks until he found a land so blessed, even fish swam with joy. There, he planted his staff and declared, “Here I rule!” And just like that, the Kingdom of Egbema was born—spreading across what we now call Edo and Delta States.

Egbema had many sons, and those sons formed clans—strong, proud, and river-smart. They lived, fished, farmed, and married women whose waist beads could start a festival. But then came trouble…

The Wall Taller than Babel

During the so-called "Battle of State Creation," jealous forces built a giant wall, taller than the Tower of Babel, right in the middle of Egbema land. Boom! The kingdom was divided—six clans on the Edo side, the rest in Delta.

But you can’t divide the spirit of a people with bricks and cement.

The Egbema people remained one family under one Agadagba (king), even if their government forms now had different headers. But things got worse for the six Edo-based clans. Their Bini neighbors began to oppress them, saying:

“You are settlers! Tenants on our land!”

The Egbema people laughed, then cried, then shouted:

“Settle where? This land was given to our father Izon by Teme-Owei Himself—long before GPS or land allocation papers!”

Still, they were denied development. No roads. No schools. No hospitals. Only potholes that looked like oil wells and clinics where the only medicine was "come back tomorrow."

When the People Cried...

Fed up, the six clans did what their ancestors taught them—they cried out to Teme-Owei. And the heavens heard.

Egbesu stirred their hearts. But this was no longer the era of cutlasses and flintlock guns. This war needed no bullets. It needed brains.

So, they picked up their new weapons: pen and paper.

They wrote. They petitioned. They marched—not in anger but in purpose. They knocked on doors from community halls to government offices. They made noise that even the deaf had to acknowledge.

And slowly, the wall of injustice cracked.

The Rise of Egbema Again

One by one, the blessings came:

Tarmac kissed their roads.

Hospitals sprouted like wet-season mushrooms.

Markets boomed.

Police stations began to act like police.

Higher institutions opened their gates.

The people rejoiced! They gathered in their finest wrappers, danced to drums that told stories older than any constitution, and returned to the Altar of Egbesu.

They gave thanks. They sacrificed goats (some still chewing grass), poured libations, and told their children:

“Remember this day. We fought not with blood, but with brains. Not with bullets, but with boldness.”

And so, the once-divided kingdom of Egbema stood tall again—united, recognized, and proud.

Final Words

Dear reader, know this: walls may divide land, but not people. And when a people rise with one voice, even the gods take notice.

Egbema is not just a place—it’s a spirit. One people. Two states. One destiny.

And in case you forget the moral of this story?

Never underestimate the power of a pen in the hands of a determined people.

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