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Justice Crack's only crime is asking the government to pay the soldiers well and feed the ones in camp well. That's all! That is why they are prosecuting him like this. Who knows what they did to him? They dried the young man up within a week! Damn! All the lawmakers are silent about this. What kind of country is this!

Where Justice Mark Chidiebere Crossed the Line By Zagazola Makama The recent arrest and handover of Justice Mark Chidiebere, popularly known as Justice Crack, to the Department of Security Services has sparked predictable debates about free speech, accountability, and the limits of online activism. But beneath the noise lies a more serious issue one that goes beyond blogging and into the sensitive terrain of national security. From available details, the turning point was not mere criticism of the military. Democracies tolerate, and even benefit from, scrutiny of their institutions. The red line appears to have been crossed when private conversations between the blogger and serving soldiers suggested alignment around “change of government.” In any country, that phrase, especially when involving active-duty personnel is not taken lightly. No professional military, whether in Nigeria or elsewhere, would ignore such signals once credible evidence emerges. The Nigerian Army’s response, therefore, should be viewed through that lens. This is an institution that has, in recent months, remained alert to internal and external threats, including failed attempts by rogue elements to destabilise the system. When a civilian is perceived rightly or wrongly to be encouraging disaffection or coercing soldiers within the ranks, it triggers an entirely different category of concern. At that point, it is no longer about opinion, it becomes a question of discipline, cohesion, and national stability. This is where many content creators must draw a hard lesson. The digital space is not a vacuum. Conversations especially with uniformed personnel carry consequences. Amplifying unverified allegations, engaging soldiers in sensitive political discussions, or projecting narratives that could be interpreted as incitement can quickly move from advocacy into dangerous territory. The line is not always visible, but it is very real. There is also the broader issue of responsibility. Too often, fragments of internal grievances are pushed into the public domain without context or verification, feeding a cycle where the military is portrayed only through its shortcomings. While criticism is legitimate, a pattern of reckless amplification erodes public confidence and, more importantly, can embolden hostile actors who thrive on internal discord. If indeed the conversations attributed to Justice Mark Chidiebere reflect attempts to influence serving soldiers toward political ends, then the response by authorities was not just expected; it was inevitable. What we must all know is that freedom of expression does not extend to actions that could undermine the stability of the state. In an era where a single message can travel faster than any bullet, knowing where the line is and choosing not to cross it has never been more important.

Last night, along that MAPOLY road (opposite the SLAB filling station), I saw a crowd gathered with about 100+ Okada parked (when you see so many Okada park at a place that is not their junction, it’s your cue that there will be chaos). I parked, walked to the policemen there, and asked what was going on. They said it was an accident, but the two people had decided to settle themselves. I urged the policemen that since it had been resolved, they should try to disperse the crowd peacefully and leave, and they did. After they left, I was walking back to my car, and some guy tugged at my cloth. “Heysss, Tani ẹ, i wan sabi you”. I ignored him and continued walking to the car. He came again, saying if I didn’t respond to him, he would slap me. About 9 other guys were begging him to leave me alone (everybody is a champion in the dark). I was there smiling. Then he dragged the car door from me as I was about to open it. Then I told him to wait, make me park. While parking, some ladies came to me and said that I should go, that the guy is notorious in the area, and he can beat anybody. That gave me ginger. I enjoy facing oppressors like that. I went to park, dropped my phone, and I returned alone to ask for the guy. At this point, I was angry, and I had called the DPO of the area to send some officers. The moment I walked back into the crowd and asked them to present the guy, their tone changed to “Alaye, ko le to yen”. Some people in the crowd had known it was me, and they probably tipped him off. 5 minutes later, police arrived. He was made to pledge that he would never disturb the students in that area again. He was humbled. The students in the area were so grateful. One more social problem solved.