A Tale Of Two Good Friends
In a town where many dreamed but few dared, Moyo stood out—not because of loud ambition, but because of quiet purpose. He wanted to serve. Not as a politician chasing power, but as a man guided by a deep love for his people. His vision was simple: better schools, working roads, honest leadership. But even the clearest vision can feel impossible without someone to walk beside you.
For Moyo, that someone was Moremi.
Moremi didn’t wait to be asked. She saw the weight Moyo carried and helped him lift it. Every plan, every decision, every moment of hesitation—she was there, steady as sunrise. She believed in the dream as if it were her own.
When Moyo decided to contest for the Local Government Chairman seat, the challenges came fast. Established names had already planted their flags. Some doubted him. Others simply ignored him. But Moremi stayed focused, helping him stay grounded, reminding him why he began.
She was the voice of encouragement behind closed doors, the strategist who helped shape the campaign with clarity and care. Where others pushed noise and promises, Moyo stayed true to his values—with Moremi ensuring he never lost direction.
The party primaries were the first test. The odds were uncertain, but the people had begun to feel the sincerity in Moyo’s approach. He wasn’t promising miracles—he was promising presence, responsibility, and service.
When the ticket was announced and his name was called, Moyo stood still for a moment. Grateful. Not only for the victory, but for the friend who had stood with him when all of it was still just an idea.
The general election came next. By then, word of his campaign had reached every corner of the community. His message resonated. His humility spoke volumes. And through it all, Moremi remained close—not for applause, not for credit, but because friendship, at its truest, requires no reward.
When the final results came in, and Moyo was declared Chairman, the town rejoiced. But he didn’t raise his hands in triumph. He looked through the crowd until he saw her—Moremi—standing quietly, her eyes reflecting pride and peace.
And so, in that town, when people speak of loyalty—not the kind that fades with time, but the kind that shapes history—they speak of Moremi and Moyo.
Two good friends.
One shared purpose.
A living example of what can happen when belief, support, and integrity walk side by side.
God Bless Moyo
God Bless Moremi
Long Live Federal Republic Of Nigeria
Long Live Lagos State.
Long Live Onigbongbo LCDA.
