The Day After Light Broke Open — A New Dawn with Glory Oziegbe Momodu

Easter Sunday has passed, but something holy still lingers in the air. It isn’t just the memory of the resurrection—it’s the call that follows.

When the stone rolled away, it didn’t just open a tomb.
It opened the way forward.
And now, we must walk it.

The next morning after resurrection isn’t a return to old routines—it’s a march toward something new. And for us in Edo Central, that march carries a name: Glory Oziegbe Momodu.

He stands not as a stranger to this land, but as a soul rooted in its soil. A man whose every step honors where we come from.

In Esan, we say: Esan nọ gh’Ọbọh — “Esan does not forget the source.”

Glory hasn’t forgotten.
He remembers every footpath, every market, every story held in the eyes of elders and in the hopes of the young.
He’s not coming with empty promises.

He’s bringing a plan, a purpose, and a heart that understands service because it has served—on the field, in uniform, and in every quiet act of responsibility since.

We can’t afford to stand still anymore.
We’ve waited.
We’ve hoped.
Now, we act.

And that starts with something simple, something sacred—your voter’s card.

Don’t let it gather dust.
Don’t let your voice sleep.

Your PVC isn’t just plastic. It’s power. It’s proof that you’re ready to shape the future instead of surviving the present.

Tomorrow, as morning stretches across our towns, let’s rise with it.
Not just from sleep—but from silence.
Let’s move toward the leadership we deserve.

Glory Momodu is not a wish.
He is a worker.
He is a warrior.
And he is one of us.

So tell your brother. Remind your sister.
Speak it in the shops and on the streets:
Now is our season.
Now is the time to rise—like Christ did—into something greater.

Esanland deserves leaders who see beyond elections.
We deserve roads that carry children to real schools.
Hospitals that care, not just cure.

Policies that grow our people, not forget them.

This isn’t poetry.
This is a call.

So, as Easter fades into Monday, don’t let the light fade with it.
Let it live in your choices.
Let it lead you to action.

Because Glory is not just running.
He’s ready.

And so are we.

Ẹ kpere lẹ.
(Let us rise.)

A message from a heart that has seen darkness… and still believes in the dawn.