Over the weekend, many watched in quiet amazement as the Osun State Government delegation swept into the wedding of Iyiola Omisore’s son, a gathering that felt less like a celebration and more like a reunion of old rivals who once swore never to share the same roof again.

“Politics makes strange bedfellows,” they say. But even by that standard, who would have imagined that the paths of Ademola Adeleke and Dr. Iyiola Omisore would cross like this again?

Let us not forget, history is a stubborn witness.

In 2014, the Adeleke political machine didn’t just oppose Omisore; they stood like a wall of Jericho, ensuring his governorship dream crumbled before it could breathe. That chapter was not whispered, it was written in bold ink across Osun politics. Then came April 23, 2017, the sudden passing of Isiaka Adeleke. A political vacuum emerged, and with it, desperation. The same camp that once shut the door on Omisore came knocking.

Appeals were made. Pride was swallowed. And Omisore, like a man who believes tomorrow can be better than yesterday, answered. He didn’t just answer; he carried the party on his back.
With the support of leaders like Soji Adagunodo, negotiations were struck. Promises were made, solemn promises. It was agreed that Ademola Adeleke would remain in the Senate, and Omisore, the last man standing financially and politically for the PDP, would take the governorship ticket.

But as the Yoruba proverb warns: “The teeth and the tongue may live together, yet they still bite each other.”

What followed was betrayal, cold and calculated.

Deji Adeleke was there. He saw it all. Yet, somewhere between promises and power, Omisore became a stranger in his own house. The internal crisis between Ahmed Makarfi and Ali Modu Sheriff only worsened the storm, and suddenly, Omisore was no longer a pillar, he was labelled ”Aanigba.” From kingmaker to outcast. From host to guest. From pillar to pawn.

And when a man is pushed to the wall, he either breaks or builds. Omisore chose to build, birthing a new path under SDP with Bayo Faforijin as the state chairman, Hon Bade Falade as the campaign DG. But even there, loyalty proved expensive.

Allies like Alhaji Star, Peter Babalola, and Taju Oladipo were lured away, one by one, like leaves carried off by a storm. Now, history seems to be circling back.

The same smiles. The same handshakes. The same familiar faces. But the question remains, has the script really changed, or is it the same play with new costumes?

“To be deceived once is human; to be deceived twice is a lesson ignored.” This is not just a reflection, it is an appeal.

Otunba Iyiola Omisore, a man who forgets his past walks blind into his future. The roads you have travelled are not ordinary roads, they are marked with betrayal, sacrifice, and hard-earned wisdom.

Remember 2014. Remember 2018. Remember those who stood when the sun was shining and those who vanished when the storm came.

Today, you stand as the former National Secretary of the APC, not by accident, but by privilege and political grace. As the saying goes, “The child who is washed clean should not go back to play in the mud.” APC gave you a seat at the table when others offered you crumbs. So before history repeats itself, Pause. Reflect.

And most importantly, know your true enemies, not those who smile the loudest, but those whose loyalty survives when power is absent. Because in politics, as in life, not every handshake means peace, some are just measuring your strength.