In 2020, Nigerians took to the streets and the world watched. We were loud. We were angry. We were right.
That same year, I registered this domain. And then I sat on it.
For almost six years I watched, I waited, I told myself the time was not right. Told myself I’ll find the right time and opportunity. I’ve even been approached to by brokers to sell this domain to them, I suspect it’s who we know wanted to use this name, can’t know for sure, I didn’t sell.
There’s never going to be a right time, all we have is now! I’ll start now.
There is an office in Nigeria that has never been occupied.
Not Aso Rock. Not the National Assembly. Not your governor's mansion. Those offices have had plenty of occupants. Most disappointing. Nearly all unaccountable.
The office I'm talking about is yours.
The Office of the Citizen.
The highest office in Nigeria is not Aso Rock. It is the Office of the Citizen. Without it, every other office is a fiction.
Nigeria has given us every reason to look away. To japa and not look back. To send the remittance, call family on weekends, and quietly accept that the country is what it is.
But silence is consent.
Every time we say nothing, we are saying yes. Yes to an economy that milks it’s citizens dry. Yes to the politician who stole the education fund. Yes to the Naira that buys less every week.
SoroSoke exists because quiet is no longer an option.
Every week we bring you the politics, money, and culture stories that matter. No sugarcoating. No silence. Just Nigeria, unfiltered.
We are just getting started.
SoroSoke!