Easter of Credit Alerts, Happy Moments, & Humanity — By Bibire Media

In times past, Easter was a season eagerly awaited by both young and old. It was a time of joy and cheerful expectation. Children looked forward to wearing new clothes, while even the poorest of homes made efforts to celebrate in their own small way. Households bustled with preparations; the scent of peppered stew rose from clay pots and steel pans from distant kitchens, while the clucking of fowls destined for the table reverberated through compounds both small and large. The streets, too, would wear the look of celebration. One could tell, even without being told, that it was Easter. But alas, those days have grown faint, like a fading hymn carried off by the wind.

This year, the Easter season crept in almost unnoticed. The air, once thick with festivity, now hung low with silence. The hardship biting across the land has dulled the joy of many. The price of food has soared beyond the reach of everyday hands. Many who once slaughtered chickens had to settle for what can better be imagined than described. Some did not even buy an egg, let alone a fowl. Others, unable to afford even the smallest treat, sat with folded arms and quiet hearts. And for those who lost their savings in the recently collapsed CBEX Ponzi scheme, Easter arrived not with celebration, but with sorrow. There was no plan, no hope, and certainly no joy. It was a tough time.

But God, in His mercy, always finds a way to remember His people.

And this time, He remembered them through a man—a man whose name resounds like the bell of a town crier. A man who has never turned his back on his people. A man whose heart is as wide as the river, and whose hands have never known restraint in giving.

From Good Friday to Easter Monday, credit alerts began to fall like the first rain after a long drought. Not a drizzle, but a downpour. Not a show, but a blessing. These were not giveaways laced with strings or complicated instructions. This giving was pure. It flowed from a heart that beats for the people. And the name behind this generous outpouring was none other than Honourable Abayomi Fagbenro-Bibire. Once again, Bibire rose to the moment. He had done what he is known for.

Where others gave promises, he gave without noise. Where others watched, he acted. Across countless Whatsapp platforms, most especially the ones that housed members of the PDP, people received unexpected alerts. Many shouted in disbelief. They whispered prayers of gratitude. Those wearied by hunger, found a reason to smile again. One after the other, the messages poured in: “I just got mine!” “God bless Honourable!” “Easter is sweet again!” The joy spread like wildfire—from phone to phone, house to house, heart to heart.

This act—though not surprising to those who know him—came at a time when it was most needed. Honourable Bibire has always been a man of the people. His generosity is no secret. Just days earlier, during the holy month of Ramadan, he had distributed food items—bags of rice, … and other essentials—as Easter packages to leaders, members, and residents of the Ibadan Southwest and Northwest Federal Constituency. He did so quietly, without fanfare, driven solely by the love he bears for his people.

But this Easter, he went further. He looked beyond face, tribe, or tongue. He asked for nothing in return. From one digital platform to platform, he gave. From morning till night, he shared. Many who had prepared to sleep hungry found themselves rejoicing instead. They broke their economic-triggered fasts with smiles. Some used the alert to buy food. Others, to reconnect with distant family. For all, it brought peace and overwhelming joy.

And if one thought it ended there, one would be mistaken. For even now, Honourable Abayomi Fagbenro-Bibire is finalizing plans for yet another phase of giving—a special giveaway scheduled for tomorrow, Saturday, April 26, exclusively for residents of his beloved Ibadan Southwest and Northwest Constituency. He is a son who has never forgotten his roots. A man who believes that one cannot light up the world and leave his own corner in darkness.

Let no one mislabel this as politics. It is not. This is love made manifest. This is service rendered without condition. This is leadership, as it ought to be. And in this time, when many men seek only to take, Honourable Bibire continues to give—not once, not twice, but always. Quietly. Consistently. Faithfully.

He has shown that Easter is not in the chicken or the cloth. It is in the giving. It is in the sharing. It is in lifting others when they are down. Through his acts, he has breathed life back into the celebration. He has turned sorrow into joy. And he has reminded us all of what it truly means to be our brother’s keeper.

Indeed, what began as a bleak Easter became a blessed one. That is why this Easter was not like others. It was not dry. It was not empty. It was not ordinary. It was rich with meaning. Rich with love. Rich with kindness. It rained credit alerts. It rained happiness. It rained laughter. And it came from a man who continues to prove that leadership is not in titles, but in touching lives when it matters the most. A man who does not wait to be reminded. Who does not give only when it is convenient. He gives because giving is his nature.

Easter 2025 will not be forgotten in a hurry—not by beneficiaries, not by witnesses, and certainly not by the countless families lifted by his hand of kindness. It was, without question, an Easter of credit alerts. An Easter of joy. An Easter of humanity.