Happy Sunday! It’s the penultimate Sunday of November 2025, a gentle reminder that the year is quietly packing its bags. Thanksgiving season has also begun in Aba, that special period when the city feels like one giant family compound where everyone finds something to be grateful for, even if the year was noisy. And as always, we bring you these reflections to keep you connected to the pulse of our city, no matter where you are. Aba and Enyimba are inseparable; one is the heartbeat, the other the body. They rise and fall together.
But right now, the melody around our club is off-key. There is a fog hanging over Enyimba, thick and unsettling. Tomorrow’s match against Katsina United in Ilorin will almost certainly be handled by the assistant coach who stepped in after Eguma was told to step aside. But the real question, the one pressing on every fan’s chest, is this: how long will he be there? Who will replace him permanently? When will the club announce the next man? And beyond his name, does he have what it takes to rebuild us from the ruins?
I’ve heard the whispers. I’ve seen the lists. But none of the names inspire confidence for a long-term rebirth. And maybe the reason is simple — we are not even sure if there is a long-term plan. Do we have a vision? A roadmap? A direction? Or are we simply drifting with the “anywhere belle face” approach to administration? Everything feels random, reactionary, and painfully without purpose.
It gets even darker when you look at the table.
11th place. Four points above relegation. One win in eight. Two home losses to newly promoted sides.
This is more than a coaching issue. It is a leadership issue. It is the clearest reflection of a management style that lacks clarity, conviction and intent. When the head has no direction, the body stumbles.
We truly are in a strange land. Only two years ago, both clubs in Abia got new managements. Today, while the other side rises with structure and purpose, we sink into confusion and identity crisis. Our songs, once filled with pride, now shake with uncertainty. The chants have dimmed. The confidence is gone. The drums are quiet.
Perhaps this is the moment to learn new songs — songs of survival, resilience and redemption — because that is the reality Enyimba now lives in.
But even in a strange land, songs can rise again.
EnyimbaEnyi 💙
