By John Umeh
When the name Dele Momodu is mentioned, it echoes across continents, boardrooms, red carpets, and the highest tables of diplomacy and journalism. A man of letters, elegance, and enduring class — Dele Momodu is not just a media mogul; he is a brand, a statesman, and a globally respected voice. To even mutter his name in the same breath as Nyesom Wike, a man notorious for crude political theatrics and volatile utterances, is an insult not just to intellect but to dignity.
Let’s get this straight: Dele Momodu doesn’t need a government office to be relevant. He’s not driven by the raw lust for power. He doesn’t speak to trend — he speaks to impact. Through his pen, his travels, and his leadership, he has uplifted African culture, mentored young minds, and built bridges with presidents, monarchs, and icons across the world.
Wike, on the other hand, thrives on controversy. His style is combative, his politics transactional, and his public statements often brash and unbecoming of a supposed elder statesman. While Dele Momodu is invited to speak at Oxford, Wike is busy holding grudges and trading insults on national television.
One builds legacy, the other craves headlines.
One is substance; the other is noise.
Let’s be clear: Dele Momodu has never had to insult his way into relevance. His works speak. His life is proof that grace, class, and intelligence still matter in a world of chaos. He is contented, accomplished, and admired — a rare blend in today’s era of loud mediocrity.
So the next time anyone tries to draw a parallel between a cultured global citizen and a local strongman, remember: You don’t compare a Rolex to a roadside wristwatch.
