Good morning, fellow Nigerians.
I know many of you have lost confidence in our political institutions.
I know many have lost faith in politicians whose slogans often conceal personal ambitions for wealth, fame, and influence.
I understand your disappointment.
But my fear is not that good people may lose elections.
My fear is that while we close our eyes to avoid the bad ones, the good ones may pass by unnoticed.
My name is Bob Clifford Ofunne from Ubulu-Uku in Aniocha South Local Government Area of Delta State.
I was born into a family of twelve children.
Our family knew hardship intimately. There were seasons when we lived in other people's houses. Yet, despite our struggles, my late mother carried a heart large enough to accommodate others.
She raised not only her own children but also the children left behind by my eldest sister, whose life and that of her husband were tragically cut short during the Nigerian Civil War in Asaba.
Beyond that, there were house helps, relatives, and farm workers living with us.
In a home that often lacked enough, there was always room for one more person.
People laughed at us.
People mocked us.
But they never understood what my mother was building.
One day, after returning from school, something happened that would change my life forever.
When food was served, my mother would often place smaller portions in the hands of her own children while allowing visitors and other children living with us to eat comfortably from the plates.
I became angry.
I felt cheated.
I confronted her.
"Nne Joy," I asked, "why are you so unfair to your own children?"
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble.
My mother was a disciplinarian. Any object within reach could instantly become a cane.
She called me closer.
I expected punishment.
Instead, she gave me a lesson that has guided my entire life.
She said:
"My son, I am teaching you to be content with little when life gives you little."
"Forgive people before they offend you."
"Give to others even when it is your last meal."
"Fight for others, and somehow God will fight for you."
Then she asked me a question.
"Do you know how I provide food for seventeen people every day?"
She smiled and answered herself.
"It is a miracle I cannot explain."
That day, I learned that true wealth is not what you keep.
It is what you give.
That lesson became my compass.
It followed me through school.
It made me defend the weak.
It made me challenge injustice.
It made me ask difficult questions.
Whenever there was a dispute, people would ask:
"Bob, what is your business in this matter?"
My answer was always the same:
Justice.
Justice was my business.
Fairness was my business.
Humanity was my business.
Those who know me know that I am kind to a fault, but I refuse to surrender when truth is on my side.
That same conviction eventually brought me into politics.
Not because I wanted power.
Not because I wanted wealth.
But because I wanted answers.
Years ago, I participated actively in politics and observed a culture of blind loyalty and political worship that still exists today.
I saw how political structures often function as private enterprises owned by a few powerful interests.
I saw how flawed party primaries weakened democracy before elections even began.
I was the convener of the 3G Movement — Goodluck, Good Governance.
After presenting my ideas at the highest levels, I experienced betrayal.
That experience forced me into deep reflection.
I withdrew.
I studied.
I thought.
I asked myself one question repeatedly:
How do we build a Nigeria that works for ordinary people?
After years of searching, I discovered something simple.
Nigeria's greatest problem is not the absence of resources.
It is the absence of trust.
We have lost hope.
We have lost confidence.
We have lost belief in one another.
And a nation that loses belief in itself begins to decay from within.
Today, I stand before you not as a perfect man.
Not as a saint.
Not as a savior.
I stand before you as that same stubborn little boy who still believes that Nigeria can rise again.
I believe that if good people unite around truth, accountability, and love, our nation can be rebuilt.
I believe that civic awareness is more powerful than money.
I believe that informed citizens are stronger than political godfathers.
I believe that when Nigerians finally decide to reclaim ownership of their future, no force on earth will be able to stop them.
To our leaders—Presidents, Governors, Senators, Ministers, Commissioners, Traditional Rulers, and all who occupy positions of authority—I say this respectfully:
Power was never given to you to rule over the people.
Power was entrusted to you to serve the people.
The ballot is not a crown.
It is a contract.
And every contract comes with accountability.
The greatest question before us today is simple:
Who can we trust?
That question is why TTD was born.
Not because we claim perfection.
Not because we claim to be better than everyone else.
But because we seek to build a new political culture—one driven by the people, accountable to the people, and dedicated to the people.
A culture that reminds us that wealth is temporary.
Titles are temporary.
Power is temporary.
But service lives forever.
The truth is that love remains the most powerful force available to humanity.
Love built communities before politics existed.
Love heals wounds that money cannot heal.
Love creates nations where fear once lived.
So today, I introduce myself to you not with promises, but with truth.
Judge me by my actions.
Hold me accountable.
Question me when I am wrong.
Walk with me when I am right.
Above all, let us learn to trust again.
Because politics is not dirty.
The players are.
And my mission is simple:
To restore to the people what rightfully belongs to them.
Yours in service,
E- signed,
Ofunne Bob Clifford, Convener TTD, PRP Candidate Delta North Senatorial District
May God bless you.
May God bless Delta North Senatorial District, Delta-State.
And may God bless the Federal Republic of Nigeria.
