‘Nimba Is An Ideology, Not Your Fiefdom’ -Literary Bility Sends Out Yet Another Letter from Saclepea

MONROVIA – Students of Literature would once again have delight in the latest composition of Nimba County District #7 lawmaker Musa Hassan Bility in so far as the wit and color with which he weaved his words are concerned–his ideas to convey political thought that others would misuse with vulgarity and uncontrolled emotions. But it would be folly to just be amused by the rhetorical warmth and rhyme that usher his pen to paper. He is also saying something boldly, powerfully and forcefully that Liberia democracy and budding intellectual civilization crave for and which must be heeded and guarded. See BELOW as published in the June 30, 2025 edition of The Analyst:

LETTER FROM SACLEPEA – Title: Nimba is an ideology, not your fiefdom

 

By Musa Hassan Bility

 

This week, I reflect on my birth. I reflect on my father, his hard work, and his dignity. I reflect on my mother, her resilience, her warmth. I reflect on Saclepea, where my story began. The town that birthed my roots and raised my dreams. I reflect on Nyasin, where my mother called home. I reflect on Nimba County, the only place I have ever truly known as home.

Lately, I hear the whispers, quiet but persistent, circulating in corners, murmuring that I intend to abandon Nimba. Some would rejoice at that thought. But they are wrong. And they do not understand who I am.

I came to Nimba with a clear, deliberate, and unshakable mission. Sitting in Monrovia as a Nimbain, I watched my county devour itself. For two decades, I saw our politics weaponized by tribalism. I saw Mano men and women, and I also saw decent, hard-working, patriotic Gio men being reduced to nothing, simply because they are Gio or Mano. I saw good, decent men and women demonized, not for their failures, but for their ethnicity. I saw men and women, noble and capable, reduced to political targets simply because someone wanted votes.

I never saw ideas take center stage. Never saw philosophy shape debates. I never saw policies for redemption. I saw a people programmed to vote along tribal lines, not along dreams for a better future.

That is the state of mind I came to challenge.

I walked into a Nimba where people lived beneath their potential, trapped in cycles they did not deserve. And I chose to be different. I decided to lead with ideas, not identity. I chose to serve, not exploit. And the people responded; they trusted me with their votes.

So when you say I am abandoning Nimba, you insult not just my loyalty, but my soul. Nimba is not just a county to me. It is an ideology.

To abandon Nimba would be to abandon myself. Everything I believe in, justice, hard work, dignity, hope, all took root under the Nimba mountains.

No, I am not leaving. I am evolving. My strategy has changed, but not my allegiance. I am aware of your plans. But before you even conceived them, I had already drawn the map for their defeat.

Come 2029, we will meet on the battlefield of ideas, not ethnicity. And our army will not be defined by tribe. It will be built of Nimbains, but also of Kru, Krahn, Vai, Lorma, Bassa, Kpelleh, and every tribe united NOT by blood, but by vision.

We will rise against the old system that stereotypes us. That limits our leaders to the boundaries of their birthplaces. That keeps us in chains even when we are the engine of this country.

We will not allow Nimba to return to its broken past. That Nimba, the one used, manipulated, and stereotyped, must never return. The new Nimba will rise. It will stand for a Liberia where every child, no matter their tribe or faith, can cultivate their dreams in peace.

You want me to abandon Nimba? You are wrong. My commitment has not weakened; it has intensified. My strategy is no longer local; it is national. And it is coming for the broken politics that have held us down for too long.

So prepare yourself. We’re not running, we’re rising.

See you in 2029.

Have a blessed day.