The truth about Reno Omokri is sad. I’ve seen it up close. Last year, on his birthday safari in Kenya. He stayed at my home in Texas. Most recently, he hosted me in Abuja. Reno doesn’t lie like most liars. He lies calm, cool, and constant. Up close, he’s reptilian. Chilling. Soulless. Yet so charming. Once, he posted a video flaunting luxury cars, claiming they were his. Two belonged to a friend of mine. Reno visited, rode in them, filmed them, and claimed ownership. A total fabrication. I stayed quiet then but started watching closely.
On my recent fact-finding trip about Nigeria’s persecution crisis, he promised meetings with Tinubu, NSA Ribadu, and the Sultan of Sokoto. None happened. Looking back, those promises were props for his narrative for clout and manipulation. (At his birthday last year, big names showed up expecting Goodluck Jonathan. That was a lie. They left fast, dodging his shameless PR stunt. They thanked me for showing them the quickest escape route on a map.) In Abuja, after 30 hours of travel, Reno pulled me into a photo-op with the compromised CAN chairman. I barely got 60 seconds to change my shirt. He whispered, “Don’t mention you just arrived.” In the meeting, he implied we’d been there longer. He took credit for trips I’ve funded, planned, and endured over six years, presenting it as part of the “fact-finding mission” that he had organized. He repeated this with the next group.
On live TV, he called me the current mayor of Blanco, Texas. False. He knows it. He also said I’m a Republican mayor, we don’t even have partisan municipal elections. I haven’t been active in any party for 30 years. He claimed I’m a personal friend of Ted Cruz. Also false. I shook Cruz’s hand in a receiving line a decade ago. That’s it. He introduced my travel companion as a prominent Republican filmmaker. Not true. My friend does hobby projects, nothing major in decades. I don’t know what party he favors. How do you know if Reno Omokri is lying? His lips are moving.
This isn’t bitterness. It’s accountability.
When someone denies genocide, twists truth, and poses as a “Christian voice,” character matters. “The one who practices deceit shall not dwell in My house; he who speaks lies shall not continue before My eyes” (Psalm 101:7). Reno, I don’t hate you. But I can’t cover for you. I’ve seen too much. Lying to inflate yourself is one thing. Lying to cover up the Christian genocide raging in Nigeria is a bridge too far. People must know Reno Omokri is a pathological, habitual, calculating, self-serving liar from someone who knows him personally so they won’t trust his sleazy attempts to bury the blood of tens of thousands of Nigerian martyrs with the manure spewing from his mouth. It’s hard to fathom. I’ve never seen anything so stone-cold evil. If he doesn’t repent, Omokri will go down as Nigeria’s Joseph Goebbels, cast into the lake of eternal fire. He’s gaslighting a nation while Christians and innocent Nigerians suffer.
Reno Omokri has the blood of innocents on his lying tongue. He doesn’t care. What’s an ocean of martyrs’ blood to him, so long as he secures the phantom appointment Tinubu dangles before him? I’m convinced he sees the victims as lesser humans. A pure sociopath. Most Nigerians view him as a perpetually flip-flopping court jester. But wth his latest flip into the killing fields, he is now more like Stephen King‘s IT - an evil clown, in the gutter, luring innocent people to their death.
Reno claims he keeps meticulous records. So do I. This could get fun. 👍🏽
By the way, his grand plan is to run for vice president under NSA Ribadu. 🤣
I almost hope it happens. Nigerians worldwide, from the highest to the lowest, revile him as a self-deluded tool. An emasculated, narcissistic peacock. Peter Obi’s used toilet paper would poll better. Even soggy, it has more integrity. But if you’re a Nigerian reading this, you probably already know that.
I must state that I posted about Omokri only after I followed the biblical instruction to seek his repentance and restoration first. The next step is to warn the brethren. This is what that looks like in the age of social media. I do not have a vendetta or any anger against him. My heart breaks for him. I was called by God to Nigeria to speak the truth. And that’s the exact instruction Omokri gave me when he invited me. Nothing more. “Just come and speak the truth.” That’s all I have done. How could he be mad at me for doing what he asked me to do?
I will continue to swing the sword of truth so long as I have breath in my lungs, and as long as innocent Nigerians are slaughtered, and the displaced are ground down by the very people Omokri has sided with after flip-flopping himself into the killing field.
I’m completely done with him. He’s irrelevant. And I think his days of being a shill for this administration are over. What he just engineered was a blunder of historic proportions. I kept saying throughout that surely God has befuddled his mind to allow him to do something so fragrantly foolish. I never had to speak one false thing to him; he just misinterpreted everything I said, assuming that he was smarter than everyone. This is gross negligence on behalf of Tinubu. And I don’t think Tinubu puts up with stuff like that very well, especially from effeminate pretty boys who talk out of both sides of their mouth and our universally reviled by Nigerians, both in the country and the diaspora. Goodbye appointment, goodbye vice president candidacy. Good riddance, Reno.
To quote a man that I once thought highly of, “I really don't think we should keep over-flogging this. Move on. Pursue your passion and live and let live.” I will not post about him again unless he wants to tangle, and I will respond with overwhelming truth. I’ve only scratched the surface, and I pray that’s enough. Fair warning: Anyone who stands in the way of the sword of truth will get cut. And cut. And cut. This is not a game, it’s not a feud. It’s about saving lives. And it’s about setting Nigeria on a path for a bright, peaceful, and prosperous future. To my beloved friends in Nigeria: Fact it is, there is no such thing as darkness. It is just the absence of light. It is time to rise and shine.