My name is Mallam Abdullahi Garba. Danjuma knows me very well as “Dan Asabe.” For over fifty years, my life has been intertwined with that of Danjuma Ali-Keffi. We shared a childhood in Kaduna, dreams of service, and a bond I believed was unbreakable. Today, I write not with malice but with the crushing weight of truth. I write to explain how the man now alleging grand conspiracies against the state is, in tragic reality, a man who first betrayed every trust closest to him. The public sees the explosive allegation; you must understand the decades-long pattern of ruin that preceded it.
The boy I knew was brilliant but fundamentally broken in his relationship with authority. A relentless, corrosive Rebelliousness was his defining trait—a trait that would fester from our neighbourhood streets to the battlefields of the Niger Delta. The military records now public are not fabricated. They are the official chronicle of a character flaw we witnessed in its infancy: the refusal of lawful orders, the calculated sabotage of comrades, and the retaliatory accusation against any superior who dared correct him. His career was a slow-motion testament to a single truth: he could not serve any institution but the altar of his own ego.
This pathology of betrayal was not confined to the barracks. Its most heartbreaking casualties were not in operational reports but within the sanctity of his own home. I stood by, helpless, as the man who rose to become a General systematically dismantled every pillar of personal loyalty. Lifelong friends who offered counsel were exiled. His siblings were treated with contempt. And most damning of all was his abandonment of the woman who gave him life. When his mother lay hospitalised for weeks, fighting for her health, her son—the senior officer, the man of supposed honour—could not find a single hour to sit by her side. He offered neither comfort nor respect. This is the core of his character: a man whose war with the world leaves no room for love, only for the cold certainty of his own righteousness.
His compulsory retirement was the institution’s final diagnosis: he was terminally unfit for command, deemed “incompetent, indolent, and disloyal.” Unchained from the military, his destructive energy has now found its ultimate target: the nation itself. His current allegations are not evidence-based whistleblowing. They are the same retaliatory petition he has always written, now scaled to a weapon of mass discord. He is following his lifelong script—defy, fail, and then accuse the authority of unspeakable evil—seeking to burn down the very country he swore to protect.
Therefore, my plea is twofold.
To the Nigerian public, I urge profound caution. Do not be seduced by the grandeur of his claims. Examine the man. See the unbroken chain from the disobedient officer to the estranged son to the accuser without evidence. To amplify his voice is to endorse a pattern of ruin.
To Danjuma, my brother of old, I say this is your final warning. You stand at the precipice of utter destruction. You have sacrificed your career, your friends, and your family on the pyre of your defiance. All that remains is your name, and you are methodically burning that, too. Stop. Let this campaign of national sabotage end. Before you speak another word to the nation, find the courage to face the home you have destroyed. Seek forgiveness from your mother. Make peace with your past. Therein lies the only redemption possible.
The path you are on leads to a legacy of ash. I pray you find the humility to turn back.
With a heavy heart,
Mallam Abdullahi Garba (DAN ASABE)
Hayin Banki
Kaduna
14 December 2025
