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Posted on November 16, 2026 by Abk52_Warrior

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*Hey Nairalanders, I’m reposting this copy of Bidemi Akindele’s opinion piece in the guardian from two days ago. https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/Nov/14/second-deaths-nigeria-acknowledge-alien-blessing-came-price

THE SECOND DEATH: WHY NIGERIA NEEDS TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT ITS ALIEN BLESSING CAME AT A PRICE

By Bidemi Akindele

I was fourteen when the alien disease killed my mother. They took a risk, she and all the others who first investigated the impact site. I understand that, believe me, I understand how different the country was back then but it’s not the loss that keeps me up at night, weeping into my girlfriend’s hair. It’s the silence. After all these years, no one wants to talk about it. There are no erected memorials. There is no day of remembrance. There are still no published studies on the disease that killed them. No one wants to acknowledge the early price we paid for all this rapid wealth and development. Every time we petition or protest, the government tells us to move on, to look how far we’ve come, to forget the past and embrace the future in silence.

Why is it so hard for people in power or at privilege to admit and acknowledge that their success came at someone else’s expense? America, Japan, Europe, South Africa, Nigeria… I could go on.

They say you die twice. Once, when you stop breathing and a second time, later, when somebody says your name for the last time. I will not be let myself become complicit in my mother’s second death at the hands of this government. I will not be silent. I will not speak of politics or offer opinions. I will simply tell her story.

My mother’s cough started three days after she returned from the impact site in Abeokuta. At first it came in random spurts only once a day or so. She said it was nothing, always with a smile. After a while, we stopped asking if she was alright. Father said not to worry, the investigation at the site was stressful because of the strange things they found there. But then after almost a month, the cough began to worsen, until it became an endless dry, hacking that echoed through our house day and night.

My father finally convinced her to see a doctor. When he saw her, the doctor had her admitted and put her through dozens of tests. It took a week and we visited her in the private ward of the Federal Hospital every day after school, staying till about four p.m. Then one day my father told us that we needed to stay a bit longer.

Doctor Shina met with all of us late in the evening. I remember that the sun was a low orange ball in the window behind him and that he was unshaven and looked exhausted. He walked into my mother’s room, a little bit surprised to find the entire family there, including my seven-year-old sister Teniola, sitting on the leather chair beside my mother – his patient. He glanced at my father with a look that made me think he expected my father to ask my sister and I to go and play outside while they had a grown-up talk, but my father said nothing. He became more direct and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Akindele, I’d like to speak with you privately, if I could.”

“Doctor, please, anything you want to say to me you can say in front of my family,” My mother croaked from her bed. “My whole family.”

My father smiled and waved his hand. “Please, go ahead.”

Doctor Shina cleared his throat and said, “Madam, I examined your lung biopsy sample yesterday and then again today. There is a unique and very worrying pattern of extensive scar tissue and some residue of cadmium, polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons and another material we have been unable to identify so far.”

He paused, adjusted his glasses and looked at me and my sister before turning back to my mother and saying, “I’m sorry Ma, but it seems you have some kind of severe pulmonary fibrosis. It’s quite bad.”

I saw my father squeeze my mother’s hand on the hospital bed. She squeezed back and the veins on her forehead strained against her skin. She said nothing. He said nothing.

Then Doctor Shina said, “That’s not the only problem, I’m afraid,” and my young heart sank in my chest like an anchor would, at the bottom of the sea.

I think my father almost asked me to take my sister out of the room then because when he glanced at me, he  looked like something was stuck in his throat. But he didn’t send us out.

Doctor Shina said, “I also found some abnormal cell growths so I requested an analysis. I’ve checked and checked again but it seems conclusive now. It’s cancer. Lung cancer.”

My mother started to cry. I don’t think she wanted to but she did anyway, and it seemed to make her angry because her lips quivered, and her palms curled into fists. She probably already suspected it was the thing they’d found at the site. She probably knew but she couldn’t say because it was all secret. I was in shock, unable to think about anything except the fact that my mother was going to die.

“What do we do next?” she said, her tone belying the fear that her body was broadcasting. “Is it treatable?”

I looked first to my mother, and then at Doctor Shina.

“We still don’t know what the particles in your lungs are so I cannot say much about the fibrosis. But it looks like the cancerous cells have metastasized since they are already in your bloodstream. Still, we have several treatment options available, and they may work for you by the special grace of God. We just need to start treatment early.”

I wondered then how many times he had said those words to other patients, perhaps in that same room and in that same tone. And how many of those patients had died shortly after hearing them. 

“Good,” my mother said flatly.

“Thank you, Doctor,” my father said with a diluted smile. “Please make all the necessary arrangements. Whatever you need. She works at the ministry, so the government will pay for everything, don’t worry about cost.”

“Yes sir. I’ll come back soon.” Then he turned and exited the private ward. My father’s gaze followed him all the way to the door and when the door closed behind him, so did my father’s eyes.

Four weeks later, fifty-one of my mother’s colleagues were also diagnosed with the accelerated fibrosis and cancer combination. That was when the government had them all moved to the Central hospital in Abuja. My father enrolled me in a boarding school and sent Teni to live with my aunt Folake in Gbagada. I don’t know what happened in Abuja because the medical records were sealed. Neither does my father. He had to watch the woman he loved waste away while doctors did things to her without consulting him. He was still struggling in the courts to have the records unsealed years later, when he died of a heart attack.

In the years since their deaths, the government has profited from the reverse-engineered alien technology recovered at the Abeokuta site. Nigeria is now the world’s largest provider of macroscale gene-alteration services and Lagos is becoming the genodynamic technology capital of the world, thanks to its proximity to the impact site, but I hope you understand that these are all fruits of the poisoned alien tree. A tree that was watered by the blood of my mother and her colleagues. A tree whose branches are trellised by the misery that came with diagnoses families like mine received in stark hospital rooms from well-meaning men like Dr. Shina. A tree sustained by persistent government erasure and silence.

It has been six years. We are not asking for much, we are just asking for an acknowledgement of our pain. Our truth. Acknowledgement that the present prosperity of this nation was purchased at the cost of fifty-two lives – no matter how inconvenient that narrative is. Acknowledgement that those lives mattered.

We are all made of stories and in the end, there is no greater injury that can be done to a person who has suffered their first death than to change their story, to deny their narrative. It makes their second death more tragic. I will continue to tell my mother’s story everywhere, online, during interviews, on panel discussions, during protests, everywhere, and I will not stop until it has a new ending, one that does not bring me to tears whenever I tell it.

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Bidemi Akindele is a musician and artist whose provocative work has been exhibited in 23 countries. He is the son of the late #Abeokuta52 campaigner, Professor Jude Akindele and the current Vice President of the Abeokuta Truth Alliance (ATA).

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₦AIRALAND COMMENTS

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Ahmed-Turiki: Powerful Story! God Bless Bidemi for not giving up on the truth about his mother and all those who died. There is an ATA protest planned at the site in 3 days. Everyone come out and join us, let the government know that we will not be silenced! Aluta continua! Victoria ascerta!

November 16 10:34

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November 16 10:41

SoyinkaStan1: Sorry for your loss. No wonder there were so many questions the minister of science and technology didn’t respond to when they announced that they have awarded the Abeokuta exploitation contract to Dangote. Hmmm.

November 16 10:54

Abk52_Warrior: Please share this link on all your social media accounts since it’s no longer accessible on the Guardian News website. Even proxies and backchannel servers aren’t working. I will keep testing and update you. But please share. Its personal stories like this that will eventually force the government to tell the truth.

November 16 11:17

QueenEzinne: I am sorry for this boy’s loss and I am sure his mother was a good person but trying to blame her death on Nigeria’s blessing is just wrong. Why can’t he accept that she was just sick? Why must he now put sand-sand in our garri? This ‘alien thing’ as you people are calling it is nothing more than the hand of God appearing in Nigeria’s life and God’s hand is always pure.

November 16 12:09

MaziNwosuThe3rd: Hmmm. This is a powerful post. I know say that site get K-leg from day 1. Make government talk true o!

November 16 13:52

GBR: God bless Bidemi for not giving up. For those of you wondering why the government would try to cover up the deaths: it looks like they are using some of that technology to develop weapons. There is something fishy going on. Just go to TheTruthAboutTheAbeokuta52.com and read all the posts, especially the ones by the account called ‘Mister52’.

November 16 23:09

PastorPaul_HRH: @SoyinkaStan1 Hmmm. Your head is correct.

November 16 10:34

EngineerK32: This is nothing but slander by foreign powers to discredit us because we didn’t sell exploitation rights to them. ATA is trash. I wonder how much they paid this traitor to lie.

November 16 15:22

ShineShineDoctor: This is Doctor Shina. The same one from Bidemi’s story. I am currently in London. If anyone knows how to contact Bidemi, please inbox me, I need to warn him.

November 16 15:54

Abk52_Warrior: @ShineShineDoctor Warn him about what?

November 16 15:57

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November 16 16:01

LadiDadi999: @OmoOba1991 Whats wrong with you? Don’t you know how to have a sensible discussion? Lack of home training.

November 16 16:39

GdlckJnthn311: Look, I understand how this boy must feel but it’s just not true. I have been working at Dangote Technologies since 2023 and the alien technology has never once caused harm to anyone in my team. I have personally touched some of those materials myself. I will direct anyone interested in facts and not fiction to read the paper: “Technical Report No. 93: A Targeted Risk Assessment of the Abeokuta Exploitation Site” which is available for free download on the Ministry of science and technology website. 

November 16 17:05

ShineShineDoctor: @Abk52_Warrior I was attacked on my way to Knightsbridge to discuss my recollection of his mother’s case with Dr. Maduako at UCL. There were two men with knives. Thank God for the group of Croatian tourists who intervened to save my life. They took my wallet, my phone and all my notes on his mother’s case. This morning I heard Dr. Maduako was in an accident. I don’t know what is going on but I think Bidemi is in danger.

November 16 17:26

Abk52_Warrior: @ShineShineDoctor OMG. OK. Can’t say much here but let me contact my network and see what we can find. For now, please make sure you only login in using a proxy. Stay safe.

November 16 17:28

LekanSkywalker: @Abk52_Warrior @ShineShineDoctor Ghen Gheun! Una don start fake action film. Hahaha! Gerarahere mehn!

November 16 18:46

PeterIkeji_Jos: What is all this nonsense about a cover-up? I swear some people turn everything into conspiracy. Next thing you people will say Sgt Rogers killed his mother with the cooperation of the CIA and wiliwili. Mumu nonsense.

November 16 20:15

GBR: Seriously you people that think this is some conspiracy theory bullshit need to pay attention. Don’t be blinded because naira-to-dollar exchange rate is good now and you have constant power supply. 27 employees at Dangote Technologies have disappeared in the last 4 years. Read the posts on TheTruthAboutAbeokuta52.com. Go to the LifeCast and Twitter feeds of @TheAbeokuta52Lie. Read Doctor Shina’s comment above. There is a sensible, realistic and pertinent case for the government to answer and the evidence is only growing. Open your eyes.

November 16 21:09

SoyinkaStan1: @ShineShineDoctor You are lucky you are in Britain. If it were Nigeria they’d have killed you for sure. The silver lining is that London has CCTV cameras everywhere so they will probably catch the attempted murderers, and when they do, the investigation will finally expose this whole thing! The truth is coming.

November 16 23:24

Abk52_Warrior: @ShineShineDoctor My ATA contacts tell me that Bidemi was trying to sneak into Nigeria through Benin republic to attend a planned protest. No one has heard from him since. I can connect you to the protest organisers. Inbox me a private email address. Don’t use anything public. Set up a new account on encrypted LegbaMail. Stay safe.

November 16 23:58

GBR: Did you guys see this yet? https://cnn.com/2026/11/17/politics/ nigeria-britain-sign-long-term—genodynamic-technology-exchange-contract/index.html

Be careful @ShineShineDoctor

November 17 11:09

Abk52_Warrior: @ShineShineDoctor Did you get my last message?

November 17 11:43

Abk52_Warrior: @ShineShineDoctor Please respond if you can see this.

November 17 16:11

Abk52_Warrior: @ShineShineDoctor Doctor Shina?

November 18 09:11

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WOLE TALABI is a full-time engineer, part-time writer and some-time editor from Nigeria. His stories have appeared in F&SF, Lightspeed, Omenana, Terraform, AfroSFv3, and a few other places. He edited the anthologies These Words Expose Us and Lights Out: Resurrection and co-wrote the play Color Me Man. His fiction has been nominated for several awards including the Nommo Awards and the Caine Prize and his first book Incomplete Solutions, has been published by Luna Press. He likes scuba diving, elegant equations and oddly-shaped things. He currently lives and works in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

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  1. […] “Abeokuta52” – Formatted as a a Nairaland post from the future about the impact of an alien craft crash landing in Abeokuta, this story is mostly me experimenting a bit with form. Something I really enjoy. Hint: You should definitely read the comments section. It appeared in  Omenana Issue 14, October 2019 which is an excellent issue with some great stories in it. You should definitely check it out. You can find a review here. […]