Naijavault ((better)) (FREE - 2024)

One evening, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number: “We know about NaijaVault. Open the backdoor or we open your father’s grave.”

By 6 a.m., NaijaVault had 2 million views. naijavault

Temi didn’t sleep that night. She traced the number to a government IP address — the same one her uncle had flagged in his final file. She had a choice: scrub the vault and disappear, or release the crown jewel — a folder Dele had labeled — a spreadsheet linking a current governor to over thirty unsolved assassinations. One evening, her phone buzzed with a message

It was a photograph of a man in a military uniform, standing next to her uncle Dele — alive — at a café in Nairobi. The caption read: “Tell Temi: the vault was just the beginning.” She traced the number to a government IP

Her father had died when she was twelve. His grave was in Enugu.

NaijaVault wasn’t gossip. It was proof.

She sat on her balcony in the rain, watching okada riders splash through the flooded streets. In the distance, a church choir sang “What a Friend We Have in Jesus.” She thought of her uncle’s grin, the way he’d say: “Naija no dey carry last, but we dey carry too much secret.”