They Are Men Not God (Series)
NO MAN CAN SERVE TWO MASTERS
Barr. Ata Ikiddeh
Matthew 6:24 declares: “No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve two masters.”
Three weeks ago, at his church’s annual conference, the Governor chose Isaiah 31:3 as his theme. That was not coincidence. That was not mere preaching. That was a battle cry. And this is what it says:
“Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help, And rely on horses, Who trust in chariots because they are many, And in horsemen because they are very strong, But who do not look to the Holy One of Israel,
Nor seek the Lord! Yet He also is wise and will bring disaster, And will not call back His words,
But will arise against the house of evildoers, And against the help of those who work iniquity. Now the Egyptians are men, and not God; And their horses are flesh, and not spirit. When the Lord stretches out His hand, Both he who helps will fall, And he who is helped will fall down; They all will perish together.” — Isaiah 31:1-3 NKJV
The Governor is already in military fatigue. But his officers? Some are still lounging, laughing, pretending it is peacetime. They are not ready for battle. They are divided, distracted, deceived. But the truth is simple: you cannot serve two masters.
Which married woman leaves her husband’s house to go and spend time with her ex? I am handling such a case now: a Yoruba woman married to an Akwa Ibom man in the UK sneaks away regularly to sit with her ex. She swears she is faithful. Maybe she is. But tell me — which man here will accept his wife visiting her ex? Even if her ex is the Pope, it is betrayal. It is disloyalty. It is disrespect.
And that is exactly how some of you behave with the Governor. You swear loyalty to him in the day, but in the night you dine with his adversary. You call him “my Governor,” but you keep company with “the ex.” It is treachery in disguise.
You say, “Let the Governor speak his mind.” And if he does? You’ll act shocked. You’ll rush to relay his words to the adversary, and crisis will follow. That is why he keeps silent. That is why he expects you to read his body language, his silence, his heart. He will not spoon-feed you. He is watching to see who truly discerns.
The wind is already shifting. Today it is gentle. But soon it will be a storm. By 2027 it will be a hurricane. Trees will be uprooted. Buildings will crumble. Entire houses will be washed into the sea. A tempest of father versus son will sweep the land. Do not be deceived: when the gloves come off, there will be no pads, only bare fists smashing bone and breaking jaws. This is the political reality approaching. Ready yourself — because even if the two Generals hold back, their junior officers, fanatical and unrestrained, will unleash bullets and blood in pursuit of absolute victory.
And in that storm, will you still be chanting “Akwa Ibom United” while clinking glasses with the adversary? Akwa Ibom United is a noble mantle — but let us not lie to ourselves. Its true meaning must be Akwa Ibom United for APC 2027. APC will not shout “Akwa Ibom United” just to hand over defeat in 2027. The platform belongs to Governor Umo Eno. It is his terms, his vision, his banner.
Make no mistake: a political war is coming to Akwa Ibom State. Some of you are not ready. Some of you are still pretending. But war does not care for pretense. You cannot stand on both sides of the battlefield. You must choose your master. Even God Himself says: you cannot serve two. You will love one and hate the other. You will cling to one and despise the other.
Yes, your ex was good to you. He gave you your first big break. He made you a senior official. He helped you build your house. He sponsored your wedding. He paid your children’s school fees. He even flew you abroad for treatment and saved your life. We all know it. We acknowledge it. We thank him. But the season has changed.
A new Caesar sits in Rome. A new Napoleon wears the crown. An Alexander rides the horse. The future belongs to him, not the past. The old master has become the adversary. In Delta State, father and son walked as one family. In Akwa Ibom, it is not so. Here, loyalty is fanatical. Here, men will die for what they believe. And today, the old master has chosen to remain in the old kingdom. His mission now is simple: to kill, to steal, and to destroy the reign of the new King. It is not personal. It is politics. The winner takes it all. The loser stands small. If you deny this, you are not realistic — you are delusional.
And hear this clearly: the very man who once anointed the King is now the leader of the opposition. That is the sword of irony. He saw greatness in his successor, and history will always credit him for that. But today, he is Egypt. And Isaiah is clear: Egypt is man, not God. Flesh, not spirit. One is Light the other is darkness. Choose your light. Choose your master. You cannot choose both.
Ask yourself: why would the Governor choose Isaiah 31:3 as the theme for his ministry’s 21st anniversary? “They are men and not GOD!” Because he was telling you — the war has begun. He was warning you: put on your uniform, pick up your weapon, stop feasting with Egyptians. The Egyptians in that text are not demons or spirits. They are men. And the Bible warns: when Egypt falls, all who help Egypt will fall with him.
This is a direct warning. To those openly aiding Egypt. To those secretly or openly aiding and abetting the schemes of Egypt. To those pretending neutrality while dining in both camps. When the time comes, the Governor will not call everyone into his inner chamber. Only those he trusts will remain inside. The rest will be left standing in the rain — stripped, humiliated, discarded in their uniform.
Here is the bottom line: PDP wants to end Governor Umo Eno’s reign. The ex-Governor is leading that charge. It is not personal. It is politics. Are you going to let him?
Picture it: two prizefighters in the ring. They touch gloves in respect. The bell rings. And then — bones crack. Faces disfigure. Eyes swell shut. Lips split. Blood pours from raw, naked wounds. This is survival of the fittest. Politics takes no prisoners.
So, who are you serving? No man can serve two masters in the time of war. If you try, the wheels of battle will crush you. And if they don’t, a sniper’s bullet will find you. And then you will be forced into political exile, untrusted by both camps — neither master nor Egyptian will claim you.
This is not judgment. This is not condemnation. This is fact. Watch your leader’s body language. Read his silence. Follow his heart.
No man can serve two masters. The King or the Egyptian? Choose today!