Category: Arts & Life

  • In the throes of homes

    In the throes of homes

    Title: Hearts and Homes
    Author: Tomi Adesina
    Year of publication: 2015
    Number of pages: 34
    Reviewer: Blessing Olisa

    One year after the Chibok situation, Tomi Adesina in her book Hearts and Homes takes you through a summary of the 365-day travail since abduction of the Chibok girls. She takes different turns with her characters in the book, but synchronizes their experiences and sums it up as one.

    The book opens with Major General Michael Silva waking up to the aftermath of confronting the insurgents. He was sure he saw a B61 nuclear bomb which caused the explosion that took the lives of every member of his battle troop. Amid the rubble, flying choppers and stench from bodies that littered the road, he found solace in that familiar on-air-personality’s voice, Diana Silva. She wanted him back home very quickly.

    Leaving the distant lovers, the 34-page book takes you on to feel every ounce of pain the Chibok girls went through, the depressions they were confronted with, the sexual violation of their bodies, and the eventual violation of their lives through the ‘drill’.

    Aisha was the strongest of the abducted girls, but after her best friend was ‘drilled’, she promised to get help for the other girls. She escaped from the den and led Michael’s troop to rescue the girls, but lost her brother, father and Michael in the process.

    After sanity returned to Chibok, that familiar radio voice said, “The last one year has been hard on us all as we searched and prayed for the Chibok girls. Finally, the girls have been rescued…but not all of them and definitely not the way they were…a lot has changed….Things will never be the same again…we will finally say NEVER AGAIN to the insurgents that plagued our land.”

    She concluded by saying, “My name is Diana Silva and I lost a loved one in this war.”

    Aisha had an opportunity to tell her story when she took a trip and handed Michael’s rusty radio to Diana.

    Adesina, a fiction writer who has mastered the incredible art of storytelling gives a clear picture of emotion and family, leaving you teary eyed even if your tear ducts dried up a long time ago.

    She dedicates the book to the memories of force men and civilians who have died in the cause of the battle against Boko Haram, and the missing girls from Chibok, that no child should live in fear.

  • ‘Being fashionable is not vain’

    ‘Being fashionable is not vain’

    Popular Nollywood actress, Oyinkansola Abiru, notable for her roles in movies, especially the soap opera, The joint, just  moved into the beauty and skincare industry. The Lagos state university graduate of History and International relations has Aliko Dangote and Joyce Banda, President of Malawi as her mentors. She tells Adetutu Audu being fashionable is not vain 

    WHAT make you go into skincare business? I went into skincare business because I have a passion for it since my childhood. It’s like a dream come true for me now. I am this kind of lady that loves to be creative, I love to see ladies looking beautiful and radiant with all these, I decided to go into the beauty line and here I am today. Thank God. Skincare has always been part of me since I was a little girl but officially I went into the business three years ago.

    What about your acting profession?

    Acting is just like a part time job to me though I really do have passion for it.

    Now that you are into skincare, is it over with your acting career?

    Not really, but I am concentrating more on the skincare because it is like my first love, but if I get offer to be in a movie, I will do it.

    Why is it that almost every lady in Nigeria want to be fair in complexion or white, is black not beautiful again as they used to say?

    Truly black is beautiful and everyone is beautiful. If any lady decides to be fair or white in complexion, I think it’s their choice and they should go for it. If they feel comfortable to turn from black to white, I see no problem in that. Everyone has reasons for their actions. Some will say Nigerian men do not appreciate dark ladies, but the question is when they were dark in complexion, what did they do to make their skin attractive rather than turning from black to white? There are lots of things they can do to glow than becoming fair or white.

    Are you saying there are things they can do to dark skin to be attractive instead of becoming white?

    Yes, we are into organic and 100% effective skincare. We offer products for lightening and whitening of the skin. We also help black ladies achieve their dream .Also treatments for common issues such as dark knuckles, keloids, acne, sunburn, pigmentations, pimples, spots, aged spots, stretch marks, dark underarms, dark elbows, dark toes, eczema, patches, anti blemish, scars, cream reaction, black heads, white heads, crack heel, etc. People with dark spots, acne, white heads, have endured decades of neglect.

    Describe your personal style?

    When it comes to fashion I just like to be me. I just do my thing the way I feel comfortable and people will say “you dress well”. Of course, I love to look good and everyone does. One thing for me is, I love to be very stylish. I just love fashion and everybody around me knows that and I can die for shoes and bags. Some people think it is vain, we all have different ways of thinking though, but that is what makes me happy and makes me feel good. Fashion to me is being comfortable in anything I put on; it also means standing out from the crowd. I am very unpredictable, spontaneous. I can wear anything but I really do not like revealing and at the same time I don’t follow fashion trend.

     Being in limelight has its own challenges, kindly share yours with us?

    There is no profession that doesn’t have its challenges. My challenges have given me fame, it has made me stronger, it has given me connections and it has given me a lot of respect and acceptance in the society. People who think I can’t do it have accepted me. People who have gossiped made me a better person, infact they helped spreading my name more to be known I have had a couple of challenges even from so called friends I will say it makes me more focus because I want to give more in terms of standard to my customers .I am confident to say the longer I stay in this industry, the more I begin to have an enduring spirit. But in all be prayerful and give thanks.

    What are the fashion items you can’t do without?

    I can’t do without shoes and bags. I can use my last cash to get them; everyone around me knows I love shoes and bags a lot.

     Who are the people that influenced you a lot?

    My parents influence me a lot, they have wonderful traits and I feel very blessed with them. My parents love people to be educated, they help the less privileged. Dad has a PHD, he even helps people who are not his blood by sending them to school. My mom is a fashion icon, she’s stylish. Mercy Aigbe Gentry is one of my mentors too, she’s one wonderful actress and also very focus. Regina Chukwu and Mistura Asunramu Alao motivates me a lot and I have learnt from them that life is simple, because they showed it, they are very simple and down to earth. Dr.D.K Olukoya inspires me too; he is brilliant and very discipline. Aliko Dangote is one of my mentors and someday I want to be greater than him. Joyce Banda, President of Malawi too, she’s a very strong woman and inspires me. From her, I learnt no matter the circumstances, what will be will be, but be focus and don’t listen to every dog that barks, and no matter how hard man tries to delay one’s destiny you will get there.

  • ‘I used to be Sunny Ade’s escort  rider’– Obajoko of Ila-Orogun

    ‘I used to be Sunny Ade’s escort rider’– Obajoko of Ila-Orogun

    Chief Olusegun Idowu Oladosu is today the Obajoko of Ila Orangun, one of the highest chieftaincy titles in Ila Orangun (Osun State) and an evangelist. But it has not always been rosy, as he tells Taiwo Abiodun in this interview how he once worked as an escort rider for Juju maestro, King Sunny Ade in his hay days, his (KSA) impact on his life, plus his religious faith, marriage belief, amongst others.

    Tall, dark-complexioned Chief Olusegun Idowu Oladosu is a man of few words. He is also soft-spoken but self-assured in a manner that attracts both the high and the low. The beads on his neck, representing his royal lineage and chieftaincy title, dangled as he spoke, giving him that dignifying look.

    This conversation began on the note of his magnanimous nature. He explained the rationale behind his commitment to assisting and counselling the younger ones, saying they should be focused and constructive in their thinking. According to him, they should never shy away from little beginning, adding that they need to start from small to attain success in life. “That,” he said, “is the only way one can be successful and maintain it.”

    Working with KSA

    Going down memory lane, Chief Oladosu said he started his early life as a motor mechanic in the early 70s, but jettisoned the profession when he learnt that the juju maestro, King Sunny Ade was looking for an escort rider cum mechanic. He sort of liked the idea and went for it. “When my friends told me that KSA was looking for escort riders. I quickly jumped at it because I remembered how fascinated I always was every time I saw those escort riders escorting the former military head of state, General Yakubu Gowon, and even the state governors whenever they went on state functions. The riders were usually well-kitted, and I found them really fanciful and interesting spectacle. So it was like a dream come true for me.”

    “I remember the day of the interview in 1977; I was among the five selected riders; and when KSA asked how much we would take as salary, we bargained for 70 naira per month. But we were surprised when he said he would pay us more. He said he would pay us double the amount, and that meant we would be taking home 140 naira per month. We were excited, for it was a big money then, and we all prostrated and thanked him.”

    That undoubtedly is a rare gesture from an employer, so this reporter sought to know why. Was that the way of employers of labour in those days?

    Chief Oladosu said “KSA gave us the reason. He said if he (KSA) went to an Aladura to pray and they prayed for him and demanded for 100 naira, he said he would pay double to let him pray very well. He then implored us to take good care of his machines. Thereafter Suzuki 500 motorcycles with four silencers were distributed to us. It was a class act. Going to occasions with KSA was super, interesting and one was proud to be among the KSA team. While in a convoy with KSA, an escort rider machine would follow a Land Rover jeep, then Sunny’s Mercedes 280 with number WKL will follow, while another vehicle will come behind with another escort rider on a Suzuki 500. We used to go places, it was great, it was fun! I was like a king too! “

    Lessons from KSA

    According to the Obajoko of Ila Orangun, he would never forget the juju star, who at that time was at his peak and enjoying widespread popularity. He said KSA contributed a lot to his life and influenced his lifestyle tremendously.

    “I learnt a lot from King Sunny Ade, and I took after his lifestyle. He is generous, humble, unassuming, a go-getter, godly and will never cheat anybody. He used to advise us to save for the rainy day. He hated cheating and I will recall an instance.”

    As he said this, he scratched his head, looked up as if in a trance, shook his head, then continued. “I will never forget what he did on this occasion till Jesus Christ comes back. There was this day when KSA came back from an overseas tour; we had not been paid at the time and it was our belief that he came back with money. I went to his house and waited till after 10 o’clock in the evening. When I got tired and was about leaving, I saw him on the way and stopped him. He asked what we were looking for, and I told him we had not been paid by his manager; he felt really bad. He then turned and called one Abayomi Ajiroba and asked why our salary was delayed. That was in 1977. He then ordered that we be paid. He took me back home and again gave me 120 naira. It was a lot of money then. Sometime ago, I saw Brother Abayomi in Osogbo and went to meet him in White House in Osogbo. He was the one who used to give us money for petrol and other things. He can testify to this story.”

    The king never smoked

    Unlike most musicians who were in the habit of using drug to feel high on stage, Chief Oladosu said King Sunny Ade never smoked nor took alcohol. He said ‘Oga never smoked nor took alcohol. And I never saw him with a cigarette or any hard drink. I am now an evangelist and a church leader, and I will never lie. I used to tell my children to learn from KSA; I learnt from him too. His two legs are his gift; he would dance and dance and dance. He was also very hardworking; he would rehearse with all his energy. He was a stage wizard  still is, and his songs are like Hymns. King Sunny Ade is a great composer with a flexible body. Although I left him a long time ago, but I used to pray for him for the opportunity to work with him and for moulding my life. It is when one is still young that he can have a role model, not when one is old and unbendable. I don’t drink alcohol, I don’t smoke. I am a church leader and in fact I use some of KSA’s songs to preach in church.

    Why I left KSA’s band

    While many would leave their former place of work with acrimony, Oladosu said he left King Sunny Ade’s band with happiness and glory. He said “I wanted to become a driver driving cars because drivers’ dressing attracted me. They were always clean. So I went to tell KSA that I was leaving. He was not offended and did not complain. He asked whether I could drive, I said yes but that I had no driver’s license. KSA then demanded for three copies of my passport photographs and that evening, he called somebody that he had somebody who needed a driver’s license. He paid and I was asked to come to Alausa on a Friday. KSA personally took me there in his car. And when I was asked which address I would use, I said I would use his (KSA) address, which was then 9, Adeleye Street, Bariga, Lagos. In a nutshell, it was Sunny Ade who got me my first driver’s license. It was that license that I used to drive for 17 years at the Save Our Soul, SOS organisation in Isolo. It was that license that I used to feed my family until I retired. So it is not out of place to say that King Sunny Ade made me. I thank God his status is no longer King but Emperor; I learnt that an emperor is bigger than a king.”

    Combining traditional chieftaincy with evangelism

    According to the Chief Oladosu, “I am a Prince; I became the Obajoko of Ila Orangun on February 15, 2014. This traditional title does not disturb my Christian faith. I am an evangelist and a church leader (Alagba). I own a church; the Oba of Ila Orangun, Wahab Oyedotun himself is a religious man. He is a devoted Moslem and this does not affect his being a traditional ruler. He believes in the almighty God or Allah; and yet he does the necessary things in the town. So being a traditionalist does not mean that one is a pagan, as many erroneously believe.”

    On the rituals and other fetish processes that candidates for traditional titles and thrones are expected to go through, the high chief said: “True there are rituals to be performed, which are compulsory, but that does not mean that one is a pagan. Even when you are in the church, you must pay some money for the development of the church and perform some rituals which they camouflage as prayer, liturgy etc. But all these do not disturb one’s belief in God.”

    On his monogamist nature

    As the Obajoko of Ila Orangun, Chief Olusegun Idowu Oladosu has only one wife, which is a bit rare among traditional title holders. When this reporter asked why he does not keep a harem of wives, he explained that “I am neither in support of many wives nor an apostle of one wife. If you can take care of many wife, all well and good; but you should not deny them food and sex. If you have a wife and you don’t have sex with her, then what is she doing in your house? A woman wants a man who is able to do the two. So the question is: ‘Can you satisfy them at the same time? That is why I have stuck to one wife.”

  • Suzhour: A city of  classical charms

    Suzhour: A city of classical charms

    As one of the cleanest and most developed cities in China, Suzhou with its glittering skyscrapers, has managed to retain a beautiful connection with its past. Reputed as a city of gardens with symmetric combinations of rocks, body of waters, avenue of trees and pavilions that reflects the Chinese sense of balance and harmony, Olalekan Okusan who visited Suzhou recently, chronicles some of the attractions that endear a first time visitor to the emerging modern city.

    Championships in Suzhou, China again made me reminisce on my first experience to China in 2008, where I had the best memorable tour in all my trips outside the shores of Nigeria. In table tennis circle, whenever an Asian nation is hosting a major event, most countries are always willing to be part of the tournament, considering the quality of hospitality synonymous with the Asians. My experience at Guangzhou 2008 will always remain with me and I was eagerly looking forward to the trip to Suzhou this year.

    Not many people would be willing to fly for more than 18hours to get to their destination, but I was adequately prepared to embark on this journey, having returned just a few days earlier from Mauritius, which is about 14hours flight from Lagos.

    Again, I settled for Emirates Airlines, owing to their on-board quality service. I was used to arriving at the airport hours before the final boarding but the gridlocks at the Ikeja Municipality nearly made me miss my flight. Fortunately, I made it to the airport on time and we kicked off the journey from Lagos to Dubai at about 2pm on April 25, a day to the start of the tournament in Suzhou.

    The plane from Lagos touched down at Dubai International Airport at about 1am but I had to spend over eight hours in Dubai before boarding the flight to Shanghai. The journey to Shanghai lasted another eight hours and we landed at about 10pm. Fortunately, I was on board the plane with the Tunisian team, as well as an Algerian official.

    The Shanghai City once again confirmed the technological progress made by China and this was exemplified in the structure of the airport. As usual, we were received by a group of volunteers in their green uniforms with the tournament logo boldly inscribed. They welcomed us with a flourish and ushered into our seats, where they made a quick call to the driver who was on the top floor of the airport.

    After waiting for over an hour, we took off to Suzhou, a journey which lasted for over two hours and we were dropped off at our various hotels.

    My hotel, Scholar Hotel, was the last point of call and I arrived at my hotel about 2am. But the brightly-lit streets of Suzhou gave me an insight into what to expect the next day. I managed to catch some sleep and then came down from the seventh floor of the hotel to get my accreditation for the event.

    The special treatment accorded media personnel during the event was awesome as we were well catered for from the hotel to the venue of the championship, Suzhou International Expo Centre located in the heart of the city.

    Driving to the venue, Suzhou came into view as a charming city of lakes, which dotted everywhere. With a floor space of 188,600 square metres and building area of 255,000 square metres, Suzhou International Expo Centre boasts of first-class facilities in the world.

    Suzhou attracts visitors with its ancient architectural flavour and charm, as it is strategically located at the central part of the Yangtze River Delta, which borders Shanghai on the east; Zhejiang Province on the south; the Taihu Lake on the west and the Yangtze River on the north. It has a riverbank stretching 140 kilometres along the Yangtze River.

    Suzhou covers a land area of 8,499 square kilometres, and it boasts a house-hold registered population of 6.6m. It is referred to as one of the cleanest and most developed cities in China, with glittering skyscrapers, shopping malls and ultra-modern hotels in a new zone called Suzhou Industrial Park (SIP). Unlike other fast-growing cities in China, Suzhou has managed to retain a fine connection with the past. The old town is still intact and its traditional structures and identities have remained despite the advent of domestic tourism in the 1990s. Suzhou is a major economic centre and regional platform for trade and commerce, as well as the second largest city in the province after its capital Nanjing.

    Administratively, Suzhou is a prefecture-level city, with a population of 4.33 million within its city proper, and a total resident population (as of 2013) of 10.58 million in its administrative area, which incorporates neighbouring suburban regions and the satellite cities of Kunshan.

    Founded in 514 BC, Suzhou has over 2,500 years of historical adventure, with an abundant display of relics and places of interest. At around 100 AD, during the Eastern Han Dynasty, it became one of the ten largest cities in the world, due mostly to emigration from North China. Since the 10th-century Song Dynasty, it has been an important commercial center of China. During the Ming and Qing Dynasty, Suzhou was a national economic, cultural and commercial center, as well as the largest non-capital city in the world, until the 1860 Taiping Rebellion. When Li Hongzhang and Charles George Gordon recaptured the city three years later, Shanghai had already taken its predominant place in the nation.   Since major economic reforms began in 1978, Suzhou has become one of the fastest growing major cities in the world, with GDP growth rates of about 14 percent in the past 35 years. With high per capita incomes, Suzhou’s Human Development Index rating is roughly comparable to a moderately developed country, making it one of the most highly developed and prosperous cities in China.

    The city’s canals, stone bridges, pagodas, and meticulously designed gardens have contributed to its status as one of the top tourist attractions in China. The classical gardens in Suzhou were added to the list of the UNESCO World Heritage Sites in 1997 and 2000. Suzhou is often dubbed the “Venice of the East” or “Venice of China

    Suzhou as the cradle of Wu culture is one of the oldest towns in the Yangtze Basin. By the spring and autumn period of the Zhou, local tribes named the Gou Wu are recorded living in the area which would become the modern city of Suzhou. These tribes formed villages on the edges of the hills above the wetlands surrounding Lake Tai.

    The city boasts of some fascinating museums that showcase high culture and refined arts in China. The gardens are best appreciated when visited early in the morning before they get crowded.

    Also Suzhou has 17 ancient city gates, with over 160 old bridges, various historical buildings, streets and lanes, making it the largest cultural landscape. They are dotted with essences of relics with good reputations in the history of Suzhou and even China, accomplishing a cultural scroll of Suzhou.

    Water endows the city of Suzhou with intelligence, whereas the Taihu Lake is the source of it. The shores of the Lake are dotted with natural and cultural sceneries of rich varieties. Any one of them can be acclaimed as the peak of perfection.

    The most famous local product in Suzhou is called Zhuangyuan, which is the title given to the scholar who achieved the highest score on the highest level of Chinese imperial examinations. Not everyone can be Zhuangyuan and until today, Suzhou has 106 doctors from the Chinese Academy of Sciences and CAE (The Chinese Academy of Engineering).

    Suzhou’s economy is powerful. For now, the city is the central point for the economy, overseas trade and logistics industry, as well as the culture, art, education and transportation. Rich in silk, aquatic products, rice, vegetables, IT, manufacturing industry and biological medicine industry, Suzhou is also a technology innovation city; more than 100 companies from the top 500 fortune are located in the city.

    Despite the charming nature of Suzhou, I could not go on sightseeing of the city, owing to the tight schedule of matches during the table tennis tournament.

    But the atmosphere across the city speaks volume of the quality of life of the people, as well as the simple concept of livelihood in Suzhou.

    My journey was not that eventful compared to the experience I had in Mauritius a few weeks back, but Suzhou is indeed a charming city, full of relics from the Chinese customs and traditions.

  • Our mission is to put smile on faces of widows

    Our mission is to put smile on faces of widows

    Medinat Kanabe reports on the activities of See Joy Foundation, an organisation committed to improving the lives and wellbeing of widows 

    At the last count, about 1000 widows have already benefitted from the See Joy Foundation programme, together with 167 pupils, who have passed through primary school education, 108 students, who have passed through secondary school, and three students who have successfully gone through university education, yet the organisation was not done. Recently, the organisation held its annual Widows’ Day event, where the over 1000 widows in attendance were presented with valuable gifts.

    One of the widows, Margaret Onyemerekwe – a mother of six, told The Nation that she was happy to be there.

    “I heard from a friend that this NGO will be giving widows some things today, so I decided to register to benefit,” she said.

    She said she had to take it upon herself to cater for the family when her husband died in 2011.

    “He was a trader before he died. When he was alive we were managing from his business which was the sale of roast yam, corn and stationeries. I only managed to send the children through secondary school. My eldest child is 22 years-old and wishes to study Banking and Finance but I need money to send him and the others to the university.

    The 45 year-old disclosed that she refused to re-marry because she wants to concentrate on training her children, rather than having more.

    Another widow, Felicia Ani, said after her husband’s death in 2006 she decided to go into the sale of African Salad, popularly called Abacha, to keep her and four children from starving.

     Before her husband’s death, the 52 year-old said he was a tipper driver and had enough money to take care of the family, but he fell ill and spent all he had on his sickness before he died.

    Lamenting, she said “My children are all at home because I cannot send them to school. When I sell my Abacha, I make a profit of N1, 500, and then I buy another one from the capital. I also pay house rent of N2,500 from the business. I go to Mushin every morning with 5, 000 to buy the things I use for the business. I want them to help me with money, so that I can start a good business.”

    Founder of the NGO, Mr Prosper Kanayo explained that passion and God brought about the NGO. “God placed the passion in my heart to touch the lives of the poor in the society. He gave me the scripture in Job: 29 that I should cause the widows’ heart to sing for joy and be a father to the fatherless, husband to the widows and eyes to the blind.

    He explained that See Joy Foundation is 11 years old and has affected a lot of people positively.

    He seized the opportunity to reiterate that the foundation is not being used to enrich his pocket, adding that there is a curse on anyone who enriches his pocket through NGO.

    “It takes a man who does not know God or have the fear of God to do that. I am from a very poor family, so I know what it feels like to be poor. If you have not tasted poverty, you cannot feel the way the poor feels. You can see them and be sorry but you cannot feel what they are feeling.  I have been there and God permitted me to be there so that when he lifts me up, I will be able to run the NGO well.”

    The businessman and father of four revealed that passion is what keeps the foundation going. He said it is a burden that God has placed on him. “I remember 15 years ago, I was walking on the road and I heard a voice. God told me that he will use me to touch lives. I promised

  • When  doctors’ errors  become  fatal

    When doctors’ errors become fatal

    In saner climes, the natural thing to do when a patient dies or suffers greater bodily harm due to a doctor’s negligence is to seek redress in a court of Law. But the compassionate and sometimes passive attitude of Nigerian families to always resign to fate and leave everything in God’s hands, have ensured that this ugly situation persists. Medinat Kanabe, who spoke to victims and families of such unfortunate neglect and misconduct, explores the situation.

    Precious Itua (not real name) was a very strong woman, easy going and much liked by her neighbours. She was 38 and had been married for 7 years without a child. This worried her and her husband so much so, that they decided to visit a clinic to see what the problem was.

    It was discovered that she had fibroid and with the doctor’s assurance that she would be fine once she went through a surgery to remove the unwanted growth, she decided to go for it.

    As a way of preparing for the operation, she cleaned her home and filled her kitchen with foodstuff she presumed would serve her husband during the time she figured she would not be available or fit to do the usual market rounds. And then she went for the surgery.

    “It was a success,” the doctor announced to her husband, “and she would be discharged soon.”

    True to the doctor’s words, she was discharged after some days and was able to go home to be with her husband. But exactly two weeks after, she developed some complications. Suddenly, she could not move around, and neither could she sit in one place. She was going through excruciating pains and had to place an urgent call to the doctor.

    Since it was a Thursday, the doctor told her to come to the hospital on Monday, but by Sunday, she felt like the world was coming to an end and somehow found her way to the clinic. Yet she wasn’t given much attention until the next day, Monday.

    By this time, her stomach was swollen but the doctor told her husband it was just gas. Even as a layman, her husband wondered how she was defecating and urinating easily, if it was indeed “just gas;” but kept quiet, since the doctor was supposed to know best.

    The doctor who is a gynaecologist, had invited a surgeon from another hospital to help carry out the surgery, and so called on the surgeon once again. Somehow, it took him till the next day to arrive, leaving the patient without any proper medical care.

    The surgeon examined the patient and called a senior consultant, who also took another day to arrive. The senior consultant examined the patient and began asking the doctors questions. According to an eye witness, they answered in the negative to all the questions, an indication that they didn’t do the necessary things they should have done.

    By this time, it was already three days since the patient came to the hospital and she had become really weak, since the doctor made sure she wasn’t fed anything through the mouth.

    The senior consultant then suggested a second surgery, since, according to him, there were complications with the first. He said there was a leakage, a consequence of the first operation, leading to a situation where the operated part refuses to heal.

    There and then, our source – who is sister to the patient, revealed that she “didn’t have any choice but to go in for another operation.”

    “After the operation, the surgeon, who carried out the first surgery came to me and said ‘it seems your sister had diabetes.’ I was furious at him. Why would a doctor say that after carrying out a surgery?

    A while later, the doctor who owns the hospital also came to tell us that they had detected a cancer. Again I wondered why they had to be saying all these after a second surgery.”

    By this time the family suspected strongly they weren’t quite telling the truth. They were trying to push blames in case she doesn’t survive.

    By 3.00am that third night, she woke up, called the name ‘Jesus’ three times and gave up the ghost.

    That was the end, as no further investigation was pursued to know the exact reason for which she died. Like the average Nigerian family, they concluded without much ado that no further action, not even pursuing justice, in case she had died out of the doctors’ negligence, could bring their beloved back.

    Fatima Kannike was travelling with a friend when they got involved in an accident on the Lagos Ibadan Expressway. They were quickly taken to a nearby private hospital where the doctor on ground attended to them.

    After some checks, the doctor diagnosed her of ulcer without carrying out an X-ray. He said the ulcer was very serious, which was why she was going through so much pains. He said if the pains continued, she would have to be operated upon.  He ruled out any form of fracture because she was able to walk around little by little by herself.

    Her family took her out of the hospital to Unity Hospital, Ikeja, where an X-ray was immediately carried out. But the result was not clear enough, so another X-ray was carried out. As they waited for the X-ray results, the doctor on duty told Kannike to wait for the orthopaedic doctor to come around, but because of the assurance she had gotten from the first doctor, she decided to go home and come back the next day to see the doctor.

    When she got home, Kannike began to experience even more excruciating pains and was rushed back to Unity Hospital early the next morning, where she was told that the second X-ray result revealed a pelvic fracture.

    Shocked, the Orthopaedic doctor wondered why she had been moving around with such a fracture. Didn’t she visit any hospital after the accident? Of course, she narrated to him her experience with the first doctor.

    The doctor expressed his disappointment and told her family not to allow her to move for the next six weeks because of the fracture, but he didn’t assure them of her getting better soon enough, having moved around too much after the accident.

    It is now over six weeks, and Kannike has gone back to the doctor for an examination, but the sad news is that they discovered that the fracture is still there.

    At the moment, her family is confused. They are hoping that the mistake of the first doctor will be corrected by the new doctor. The patient, Mrs Kannike is wishing that the first doctor had made her do an X-ray immediately after the accident and told her not to move around; they are all wishing she had been made to stay in a position from the onset, as this would have prevented an aggravation and aided quicker recovery.

    Again it’s all wishes and regrets on the part of the patient and family. The negligent doctor is not being called to question; neither is any action or redress being taken. They are living everything in the hands God and hoping that God aids her quick and total recovery.

    As for Mr and Mrs George Bolatito, the way their six months-old child died could have been prevented, if only the doctor on duty hadn’t removed him from the oxygen that kept him alive.

    Baby Bolatito had developed a fever at home and was rushed to Alimosho General Hospital in Lagos by his parents. As they arrived the hospital, the baby began to jerk.

    The Nation journalist who was at the hospital at the time of this incident said the doctors and nurses who were handing over duty hinted those taking over that a patient had died in the night, leading to them being queried, and as such all cases should be referred to the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital, LASUTH, Ikeja, Lagos.

    “When the couple arrived with their baby, the doctor took a look at the baby and said he needed oxygen. The parents hurriedly ran around to get everything needed for the oxygen and the baby was soon put on oxygen. After a while, the same doctor came to tell them that he needed to refer the case to LASUTH because there was no space for the baby. He wrote the referral letter, removed the baby from the oxygen and handed him over to his parents.

    “The confused parents dashed out of the hospital, leaving everything they had bought in preparation for the oxygen behind. But lo and behold, the baby gave up before they even got to the gate of the hospital.” The eye witness said.

    The parents ran back into the hospital and told the doctor that their baby wasn’t moving anymore. The doctor carried the baby immediately, called other doctors and tried to resuscitate the child, but it was a bit too late, as the child had died.

    The visibly angry journalist said, even while all these was unfolding, a nurse who works in the hospital came in with her child, whom she said had acute malaria and needed to be admitted, and immediately a space was found and the child was admitted.

    She said: “When I took my child upstairs for injection, I heard a doctor shouting and berating them, and literally wondering why a child with malaria would be admitted, when there were several other children with severe sicknesses who could not be admitted. Had that child not been removed from oxygen, he probably would have survived,” she lamented.

    Again, Mr and Mrs Bolatito went home mourning their loss. No subsequent action was taken, other than to bury their six month old baby.

    Yomi, Dega and Folarin also had their shares of doctors’ negligence. While Yomi is alive today, Dega is crippled, while Folarin is dead. The three boys were taken by their mothers to a private clinic at different times to treat them for malaria. The three women and children met at the hospital for the first time. The boys were between the ages of 5 and 6.

    A nurse injected them on the instruction of the doctor, who knew very well that the nurse was new and still learning. She injected the three boys wrongly, and it affected them negatively. Yomi could not walk well for more than 3 weeks, but fortunately for him, he recovered. But for Dega and Folarin, theirs are sorry cases.

    Another sad story of doctors’ negligence would be that of a young lady, Funmi, as told by her family friend. He said “Funmi graduated in 2007 from Babcock University, where she studied Nursing as Best Graduating Student. She went ahead to do her Masters’ Degree programme with an intention to go for her PhD in the United States.

    “She got married in 2010 and had a child. She was pregnant for her second child when she applied for PhD in a university in the US. She had not seen the letter when she went into labour last month and was rushed to the hospital for delivery. Nevertheless, she was very happy about the news and couldn’t wait to get over the childbirth. But alas, she never saw the letter, as she died in the course of giving birth.”

    According to the family friend, the anaesthetist gave her an overdose of epidural injection on the wrong vein.

    Another victim, Rita Biose narrates to The Nation: “I was in labour and needed urgent attention, but there was only one doctor on duty attending to ante-natal patients. I had to wait for him to finish with them before attending to me. He realised the baby was distressed out of the long wait and so I needed to be operated upon. The anaesthetist wasn’t around. It took him over 30 minutes to come before I was operated upon. I was in labour from about 8pm till the following morning into the evening; everywhere had become dark and the only form of light for us was a local lantern in the hospital.

    I suffered serious mosquito bites and heat, which added to my suffering. After all this, I still had to pay a whooping N220, 000 as delivery fee because I had a caesarean session which could have been avoided. This is a private hospital that has been in existence for over 30 years. I also ended up with a weak child that needed urgent medical attention,” she said.

    A Doctors’ defense

    Defending the doctors, Dr Femi Adedugbe, a General Medical Practitioner and Managing Director Lives Fountain Medicare, Ilasa, Lagos said doctors are humans too and can make mistakes. Apart from that, he said there are many other challenges facing today’s doctors.

    One of the major challenges according to him is the content. “It is so much; that is why we have a lot of specialisations today, so that doctors are able to focus on one aspect of medicine, unlike before when a doctor was supposed to know everything because there wasn’t too much content.  The information on malaria alone today is two times what it used to be. Here in Nigeria, we still do the general practise, unlike in the developed countries where they specialise.

    “I am not holding brief for anybody, but doctors are humans and can make mistakes. For those who don’t do what they are supposed to do and at the end there is a mistake, or you don’t have the capability or necessary equipment and then it leads to death, that doctor should face the law.”

    He pointed out that another problem the doctors now have to deal with, is the strike actions that characterise the teaching hospitals. He said the students who are supposed to spend 6 years are spending 8 years and they still let them go.

    “Some patients can’t afford even the government hospitals, so they stay at home rather than go to the hospitals. Because of this, some of these students don’t get to encounter some of these cases until they leave school, and there is a big difference between what happens in a teaching hospital and private hospital. In a teaching hospital there are serious cases, cases that are beyond us here (in private hospitals).

    “So when these young doctors come out, and they have to work in rural areas or in the private sector, you find out that the things they see in the teaching hospital, they are not seeing there.

    “The common sicknesses are malaria, respiratory tracks infection, which they don’t see in teaching hospital, because nobody will admit a child with malaria or those common sicknesses in a teaching hospital, except the difficult cases like the cancers, difficult labour, perforation and other serious cases. But you as a doctor should know when something is beyond you, you can call in someone.” He said.

    Dr Adedugbe who has been practising for 33 years, added that doctors are in fact more careful nowadays because of the possibility of litigation, but noted that the above challenges are there, including a short fall in the specialist doctors.

    “We have a short fall in the medical institutions that are available, that so many times, they are overwhelmed. Take for example the government hospitals. Because of the free health, the doctor comes in the morning and sees over 40 patients waiting for him, and you expect that doctor to be thorough whilst seeing all the patients!

    “Or if a doctor working in a teaching hospital has six working hours in his shift and he resumes to find four patients waiting for CS, and one CS takes about 1hour 30 minutes. How do you think he will manage the four of them without making a mistake at some point?”

    He therefore reiterated that the honest fact is that doctors are humans, and sometimes that extra care is not taken because there is just so much to do.

    He further explained that limited training is another cause of negligence as he added that in his own days when he left school in 1982, they were less than 50 students that graduated.  “As a medical student, I had about three beds that were my patients, if I was going through medical rotation, the three beds were my own; patients on admission on those beds were my patients. I will be the first to clack them and do the necessary things and make presentations. But as it is now, we have about 250 students coming out in a set, so it is difficult for one student to have one patient to himself. So now, we have about three students sharing one patient. For example, there is a woman on admission, I come to her to clack her, my colleague too comes to clack her and another colleague comes again; the woman will become angry. So what will happen is that the three of us will make arrangement to meet and go together to see the patient. When we go, one of us may be more intelligent and do most of the talking; it doesn’t really mean that the other two are good. Tomorrow, when we are going to do the presentation, three of us will also come out for presentation, you could just be lucky again that the same person will talk and the three of you will take the glory… until examination day when you present alone.

    “So in my own days, you have no other person but you and you must make your presentation yourself without the help of anybody. All these factors come in. Even the residence that are undergoing training, for quite a number of months in a year, there is one strike or the other, and these don’t make them undergo the right training. Although they try to make it up, but is it really possible to make up for the strike? Maybe they will also say, let them do a crash programme; but it doesn’t help. The training and exposure is not enough for the students. Doctors undergoing post graduate studies are also not excluded.

    “Let me tell you something: In the olden days, when you are doing your masters works, you do research works; now they allow literature review, where you don’t really have to do any research. You just review some other works that have been done before. In those days, you must work from the scratch.”

    He defended the doctors again, saying he is sure that no doctor will use an unaccepted method to treat a patient. Using himself as example, he said he has been in practise for 33 years, but there are some things he still doesn’t know, because they are not in his area of specialization; and so he must refer such cases. “An ophthalmologist who started five years ago is an authority in his area, so whatever he says, I must listen. And whenever I see a case that is for him, I must refer to him.”

    He also said there are some things that are not allowed, which some people are doing and getting away with.

    “An example is the gynaecologists who run away from doing hysterectomy for a woman that has fibroid during delivery, because they believe that the woman will bleed and might die as a result. It does make sense for a doctor to do a CS for a woman and decide to remove the fibroid, instead of opening her again in future. But they won’t because they say, ‘she will bleed and nearly die.’

    “But I know a consultant in the University of Benin Teaching Hospital, UBTH who does it and says ‘Don’t mind them, they don’t know what to do.’ Yet 80 percent will not do it, but this doctor does it and succeeds.

    “Now, if a doctor tries to do it too and something goes wrong after many successes, he will be punished because that is against the norm.”

    He said it is very much impossible to do many things that are done in the US in Nigeria because the gadgets and equipments are not available. “If I want to do a procedure, I send my specimen to the lab, and probably will not get the result until tomorrow; while I am waiting, the patient may die. But in the US, the result will be ready within 30 minutes to 1 hour in an average health care centre.

    “So over there, the doctors have become lazy because they have everything, but here we have learnt to develop our sixth sense because we can’t afford to wait every time for those tests results. So we tend to learn over the years.

    “I don’t even know whether they have enough cadavers (dead bodies) now to learn with. In my set, we had 12 people to one cadaver. But now in a class of two hundred, you have about 30 people crowding a body. How will they be able to learn the anatomy? So all these factors together, come into play.”

    The doctor also said that experience in medicine is very important; as he pointed out that the probability that an experienced doctor will make a mistake is far less than that of a new doctor.  “There is a tendency that over the years you have come across more cases than the doctor that started practise five years ago.”

    Asked if it is possible for a medical student to pay his way through school, he said no, because according to him, the examinations are not only written. “Every student will be given a patient during examination to clack; a presentation is also made and there is always an external examiner. So it is very impossible for one to pay their way through school.

    “There is written, oral, essay and Multiple Choice Questions, and this MCQ covers all aspects of what you are studying. You will be asked to choose options A, B, or C or say true or false, but is covers a large area of medicine.”

    Another thing, he said, is that the profession is not such that yields so much income, but many doctors want to make quick money because their mates in school who studied other courses are now very rich.

    “They go ahead to admit patients that should ordinarily be referred and call in experts to attend to them so that they can get a share from whatever the patients pays. Sometimes they even try to attend to the patients themselves because they have seen someone treat the same sickness before, but what if something goes wrong?

    “A doctor can slump in the middle of an operation; the patient may also die because the doctor may be the only expert around. But when it is a bigger hospital, there are other doctors who can take over.”

    He said, “Doctors even work in two or more places now to make extra cash.”

    While saying he cannot rule out the possibility of some doctors being drunk sometimes, said the profession is such that after spending so many years in school, a doctor does not want to rubbish himself. “It is just that a doctor can be off duty, go to a party and take a bottle of alcohol, in the course of which he is called for an emergency; under that circumstances, he might get there drunk.”

    As a word of admonition, Dr Adedugbe advised fellow doctors to constantly update their knowledge and skills, and above all, know their limits.

    The legal perspective- Can victims’ families seek redress?

    Renowned lawyer and activist, Dr Fred Agbaje, said doctors like every other professional, holds the duty of care to their patient or client.

    He said they must exercise extreme caution, which translates to applying best practises in ensuring that the life of the patient is secured.

    “If there is a breach of this duty of care, and the patients suffer any consequences, the patient will have a cause of action against such a doctor. A patient has every right against a negligent medical doctor; because there are cases where a doctor has forgotten scissors and other equipment in the tummy or body of patients. Such a doctor ought to be stripped of his license because he is careless about the patient’s life and I am very happy that that the Medical and Dental Disciplinary Council, does not joke with such act of great negligence.”

  • Aboru Community, Ikeja Disco  square up over incessant power cuts

    Aboru Community, Ikeja Disco square up over incessant power cuts

    IRKED by the perennial power outage in their community, hundreds of youths and residents of Aboru-Ifesowapo community, Iyana-Ipaja, an uptown district in Lagos, embarked on a protest march to the Ikeja Disco at the weekend.

    Justifying the need for the protest, the aggrieved residents who came under the aegis of the Aboru-Ifesowapo community (AICOM), said they decided to carry out the protest march as a last resort after all entreaties to the Ikeja Disco to address problem of power cut failed.

    Addressing a mammoth crowd, the Coordinator of AICOM, Chinedu Bosah who led the protest march said: “We are massively protesting the perennial power outage being imposed on us by the Ikeja Disco. This community has been placed on a one day on, one day off load-shedding policy and even at that power supplied is average of two hours out every 48 hours. In some cases, power is never restored for days or weeks. Besides, unjustified and outrageous estimated bills are sent to residence.”

    Bosah who hinted of plans by the community to seek redress in court if need be, declared matter-of-factly that the Ikeja Disco should immediately end load-shedding of electricity.

    Among other things, Bosah said: “Ikeja Disco should supply 15 hours light every day to the communities as a step towards uninterrupted power supply.

    “Ikeja Disco should allocate pre-paid metres to all residents as promised. All analog metres must be properly read to ascertain the true consumption power.”

    The community also queried the imposition of N750 fixed charge, saying it was illegal.

    The group was also unanimous in asking the incoming government to step up efforts aimed at addressing the protracted power crisis across the country, urging that the power sector be democratised placed under the control of workers and consumers.

    Carrying placard bearing different messages such as: ‘No to power cuts, end load-shedding now, no payment of bills until our demands are met, issue pre-paid metres now, Ikeja Disco must stop estimated bill now, the protest train which converged at the community field later moved around the neighbourhood to sensitise the residents on why they should demand their rights from the electricity distribution company.

  • ‘I ‘m not a freak of women’s rights’

    ‘I ‘m not a freak of women’s rights’

    Prof May Ifeoma Nwoye believes in accounting for words just as in figures. This top-notch accountant and business management scholar is also an advocate – of non-violent solutions to environmental crises – and a writer. Besides, the one-time University of Benin (UNIBEN) bursar uses her creative works to advocate change for women and children. In this chat with Evelyn Osagie, she speaks on her advocacy work, writing and accounting.

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    Born at Onitsha in the mid-50s, May Ifeoma Nwoye is a professor of Business Administration at the IBB University, Niger State where she teaches Business Administration, Management and Entrepreneurship.
    Prof Nwoye is a national resource person and business consultant with an impressive profile. She is a woman of many first. She rose to the peak of Academic and Non-Academic in the university to becoming the first woman PhD Bursar in Nigeria and the first woman PhD in Business Administration (UNIBEN). She is the first woman National Vice-President of the Association of Nigeria Authors (ANA).
    Prof Nwoye, a one-time Bursar of the University of Benin (UNIBEN), obtained the Masters in Business and Public Administration in Finance from South Eastern University, Washington DC, United States, in 1981. She is a fellow of Certified National Accountants (FCNA); board member of International Professional Women’s Network in the US and fellow of Nigerian Institute of Management.
    She is also a novelist and international public speaker. Her passions are seen in her literary works that span two decades. Besides being former National Vice-President of the Association of Nigeria Authors (ANA), she was winner of ANA/Chevron Prose Prize on Environment, worth $2,000. Her works have won and received various recognitions. In 2004, she was one of the nominees for the NLNG prize for Literature.
    Since her first novel, Endless Search (1994), Prof Nwoye has brought forth an impressive collection of 11 novels and short stories. That includes Tides Of Life (1995), Mirage in Breaking the Silence (anthology of Female writers in Nigeria, 1996), Edible pet (1995, Short story International, New York), Blind Expectations (a collection of stories, 1997), Death By Installments (1999), A Child Of Destiny (2000), Fetters And Choices (2003) Ancient Tales From Africa: The Broken Promise (2009) Oil Cemetery (2013) Broken Melodies (international version of Fetters and Choices, 2014 ).
    Her philanthropic deeds earned her a Paul Harris Fellow of Rotary International.

    Can you share with us your experience as a University of Benin (UNIBEN) bursar?

    My experience as a bursar of UNIBEN, a first generation university, was both exciting and challenging. Women are always forced to prove their worth within the stringent boundaries of a male-dominated profession like accounting. So, the scheme of stereotype was already there, waiting for me as soon as I was appointed.  When dealing with thousands of people, management, staff, students, contractors, government bodies and others, you run into all kinds of people and characters. I encountered all kinds of situations: people would try to intimidate you, cajole you, and try to blackmail you or even confuse you with forged documents.  I’d share with you one of the many experiences I had.

    One day, a paper, duly approved, was brought to my office during the rush to prepare for examination. I looked at the memo to purchase electric bulbs, about N596,000. The figure looked familiar to me but I could not pinpoint where the request came from but the memo was familiar. I told the person that brought it to go and come back in an hour, since it was urgent. They did not know that even papers of utmost urgency, I photocopy the front page at least before passing them out. When I checked, I did not go far to see what I was looking for.  It was a repeat of an old claim. I began to read the two claims word for word. The only difference was that in one, they used the word ‘Lighting of the classroom’ and in the other, ‘illumination of the classroom’. When I confronted the officer, he said that it is his ‘boys’.

    Also, there was one elderly staff I found so funny. Whenever he needed money he was always frowning.  I sometimes had to greet him first, but as soon as the salary was paid days after, he’ll be greeting me four times in one breath and whistling at the same time.  It is in that same manner they want to tear me apart should they not have the money when they need it. Sometimes, I’ll feel the sting of being set back by some staff attempting to undermine my effort.

    How did you manage the pressures of the job then?

    I never dwelt on any of them.  I’d muster my assertiveness, shake off any negative feelings, learn what I need to carry on with a voice at the back of my head saying ‘you are on track, move on’. Occasionally, if I make a mistake, I may be hard on myself initially, but then I quickly shake it off and figure out how to get beyond the situation. I don’t let it undermine my confidence. In fact, sometimes, when my back is against the wall, my head full of pressure with demand for what was not available and the answer to give to pacify those in serious need of money, it was as if anything you say would be held against you. I’d then take an intellectual break to analyse the situation before acting.  Some stakeholders fail to realise that the Bursar does not have authority to give out money but can only implement what is approved. Even friends and close colleagues did not help matters. Sometimes, your friends would want you to change university regulations because they are your friends.  I’d often say ‘if you are actually my friend, brother or sister, you’d want me to succeed’.

    Your relationship with people makes or mars your position, so in confronting these challenges, one must ensure a balance between the prospective users of the fund in your custody and being able to convince them on reasons they can’t always access it as they want.

    What was the fuss towards the end of your tenure as UNIBEN Bursar about?

    The fact is that those that are in charge want to use their power to intimidate me and cow me into doing things that are unprofessional, and I bluntly refused.  That was the bone of contention. Money is central to people’s life and the fear of not having it is a problem.

    I worked in the Bursary Department for 20 years before becoming the Bursar, so I know the financial rules and regulations. A distinguishing mark of the accounting profession is acceptance of its responsibility to honour the public trust and I was determined and bluntly refused to compromise in the course of my duties as Bursar.

    Whether in the private or public sector, all money in trust with you must be accounted for. I understand my job and held tenaciously to its principles and ethics.

    For whatever it was, I kept my cool and held my head high because I did the right thing and God has been in charge.

    What is an accountant and business management scholar doing in the world of creative writing?

    As an accountant, I also account for the words I use. As a management scholar, I try to manage my time and my creative imagination. I am not very good at socialising the way many Nigerians see it – visiting and going to parties.  When I am not on official assignment I can be indoors for two days not seeing outside. You’d find me reading or writing. Reading or writing makes me very happy. It bothers me sometimes. It is a big problem for me because my friends are not happy about my bad habit of not visiting them, but gradually they come to accept me that way but not without complaining.

    Compared to being an academic, how easy is it being a writer?

    Nothing in life comes too easy. Every endeavour has its challenges. Writing is no different.  I started writing first in long hand, and then with a typewriter. After writing in long hand, you’d use the typewriter to do your corrections. But now, I work on a laptop, and try to write a few pages a day, and I re-write each chapter before going on to the next – treating it, I suppose, like a short story. I find that most of my better ideas come to me while I am out observing and interacting with people.

    I find it quite helpful to keep notes about, list imageries, ideas, overheard bits of real-life dialogues and anything else that seems like it might come in handy in some future story or novel. Later, when I am beginning a new part, I go through the idea manuscript and pull out those bits and pieces from the past that seem like they might fit.  That way, I get started on a comfortable note.

    At what point did you decide to go into creative writing?

    I see the world as a theatre where everyone is trying to outperform the other. I see life filled with contradictions. And at some point it looked good to document some of these events. In fact, I think I felt the urge to write fiction since I first learned to put words together into sentences. I have always been intrigued by the notion of fiction-writing as telling ‘imagination’ that has the ring of truth — recounting episodes that never actually happened in a way that makes the reader believe that they did — and, ideally, conveying some greater ‘reality’ in the process.  It is both exciting and challenging, but one that I seem to be very much at home with. But I started with the novel Endless Search (Kraft Books Ltd., Ibadan, 1994) and by 2013, I had published 11 novels and short story collections, including Mirage in Breaking the Silence (anthology of women writers in Nigeria, 1996).

    The lead characters in your works are either women or children. What is it about women and children?

    I am very concerned about the societal treatment of women, especially those dwelling in the inner villages with no voice in the decision affecting their life.

    The original image of power and gender roles in popular culture had always reflected significant masculine control, with the manipulation of the female gender a component of its objective. Women are brought up to be seen not heard, they have tried to live up to this expectation until things fell apart and they became breadwinners in many homes. Women are the most vulnerable group in the society.  Even when you talk about poverty, women are the poorest of the poor. In fact, poverty is a female gender in the sense that, the poorest man has a woman who depends on him.

    Are you an advocate of women’s rights?

    I am not exactly a freak of women rights. I want women to be empowered and most importantly, I want them to empower themselves. Women should aspire for top positions by acquiring the right knowledge and skills. I want women to be appointed into top positions based on merit.  Getting the job done perfectly is more important than who does it. So I believe women should be given equal opportunities as men in every areas of human endeavour.

    But issue of destiny of the girl child and young girls is a cause for serious concern. I am worried about these practices of women trafficking. It is a cankerworm in our society. Another dimension to this is what I call trafficking of female graduates which is what banks can be said to be guilty of doing.

    This is interesting – the phrase ‘trafficking of female graduates’ is new! Tell us more.

    Imagine a female graduate whose monthly earning as a youth corps member is N20,000 being employed by a bank and given a target of N300million, an amount she has never seen in her life! They ask them to go from office to office looking for money so that their banks will grow. I see this as a form of trafficking. Whether a girl is sent to Italy or works in a bank where she must get money by every means at her disposal, both are trafficking because it is making her do what she could not have ordinarily done. A lot of them have come to my office to market their respective banks even the male as well but I see the ladies being more vulnerable to abuse in the process. Sometimes they cry profusely and beg that they will be sacked if they don’t get the money. They would even suggest you bring in money and withdraw it at the end of an accounting period just to lay hands on something. In the end the bank will report over bloated figures, but I tell them it is unethical and I will never do such. For me it is trafficking and has to be checked because the girl child deserves a better treatment. When you train a girl, you train a nation. So for any society to move forward, women should not be neglected or underestimated.

    Your book, Oil Cemetery won the 2014 ANA/Chevron Prize for Environmental writing. Have you also become an advocate for the environment?

    Writers carry the world inside of them. As a creative missionary, one must invariably carry diverse messages while across applying one’s chosen technique.I am concerned about very many issues that affect human dignity within the environment, like lack of water, oil flaring, child trafficking, refuse dumping, hunger, poverty etc. Yes, I am an advocate if that what it is called.

    What fresh angle is your book bringing into the campaign for the environment?

    Let me state here that my environmental advocacy here has to do with non-violent solution to environmental crises. There are the silent majority in the Niger Delta, especially helpless women whose voice will never be heard because their cries cannot be projected above the slumps in their immediate environment.  Since their cries are swallowed in the dump, help should be sent to meet them wherever they are trapped.  They need help.

     What was it in your upbringing that inspired the woman you became?

    The woman I have become has to do with my upbringing. My parent’s stance and life’s view seriously influenced my upbringing. My father believed so much in education so all his children (male and female) went to school. He was the first to teach me lessons on accounting saying ‘If you are given money to keep, keep it exactly the way it is handed over to you’.  My mother seemed to have a diary of dos and don’ts of a woman.

    I was born at Onitsha to Chief Fidelis and Mrs Virginia Agulue of Umunya, Oyi Local Government Area, Anambra State. I had my primary education at the Holy Rosary Primary School, Onitsha and secondary education at Maria Regina Girls High School, Nnewi. My tertiary aspirations took me to George Washington University.  It was not easy leaving home as a teenager and adjusting to an entirely new environment and culture. What kept me through those years was my upbringing. But my experience in the US is subject of another day’s discussion.

     

  • Ode to Daddy Mo

    Ode to Daddy Mo

    Chika Yagazie Chukwumerije, son of the late Senator Uche Chukwumerije,  recalls some fond memories and intimate moments with his father who he described as the ‘best father in the whole world’. 

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    Fewer pictures paint a more vivid picture of my dad than this one – ‘Comrade’ in his study room with his head bowed to work, surrounded by a legion of books.  As I look at this picture, images forcefully float upstream of my memory’s endless database. I see myself again as I stand in front of his study room, back home after a long day of training or from a competition in some faraway land.

    I knock gently on the door, and stay still as I wait a few moments to hear a bass-voice boom “Yes???” from the other side. Sometimes, the wait could last as long as five minutes, and one knew at that instant that there were a flurry of thoughts being furiously scribbled down on notes of paper behind the brown mahogany door.

    I opened the door, and without fail, almost always came face-to-face with this familiar scene – Daddy hunched over his table, writing furiously on whatever he was working on, with mountains of files and papers on all sides of his table, and walls of books all around him. His bald head seemingly reflected the white fluorescent light of his study room as he would remain fixated on the work before him.

    “Yes” he would growl again as he lifted up his eyes to see who had dared break his hollowed thoughts, the irritation in his voice unmistakably clear from having his work interrupted. His eyes would soften, and his writing hands, which still firmly held the pen poised on the paper, would relax as he saw it was one of his children. He would stay silent, and allow his eyes repeat his question, waiting patiently for me to state my case. At this moment, I knew he was trying to hold together his train of thought, while at the same time attempting to wrap up our discussion as quickly as possible so he could get back to his work.

    “Daddy Mo, I know you are very busy, but I need to talk to you about something. Can you please spare me five minutes?” I would gently ask.

    At that moment, there a mild inner struggle as he battled to choose between retaining his current thoughts or dispersing them temporarily in order to wholly focus on those I was about to introduce. More often than not, the latter choice won, and I watched as he let go and settled for ‘family first’, ‘work second’.

    “Alright then, Go on!” His deep voice will resonate in resigned anticipation. “I am very busy, but if it would take just five minutes as you say, it is ok. So what is it?” he would grumble under his breath, reconciled to his fate of playing his fatherly role.

    I would then use the next 15 minutes to pour out all my worries, issues, requests, demands or opinions to his poor ears, but he would patiently hear me out, never breaking my flow for even a second. As I talked and he intently listened, one was never uncertain that Daddy had heard every single word that had been spoken.

    At times, he would lean back on the broad black swiveling chair, throw back his head and close his eyes, as he stroked his beard while listening. At other times, if it was a very serious subject matter that needed further reflection, he would take off his glasses and use one of its hands to scratch his bald head as he kept listening, as if that very act was carefully parting the million thoughts running through his ever occupied head.

    Finally, I will be done, grateful that I had not been cut short 10 minutes ago. He would stay in his reflective position for a few seconds before opening his eyes to look at me. At that moment, I knew he had dissected all I had said, made careful analysis of the information. I had just given him, and was pondering the most effective way to deliver his response to me.

    He would begin by summarising all I said to him in 30 seconds, noting the major points.

    No matter what the talk was about – a request, an opinion or an advice – his response was always clinical, analytical and precise. If I had follow-up questions or opinions on the matter, he would again listen patiently before engaging in a brisk discussion until we had arrived at a logical conclusion. Ifit was something he needed to act on, he would promptly write it down in his notepad which was always by his side. It never took longer than 24 hours for him to act on it, and this he did for everything he inscribed into that notepad with his red pen.

    DaddyMo!

    I walked into his study after he passed on, and it just hit me that I would never speak with this brilliant mind again. I will never be able to tap into that vast knowledge, and experience, that bottomless pit of patience, love and support again. It was in this same study room that I had gleaned so much advice, strength, will-power and vision that formed a vital part of the man I am now.

    He would say to me, “You need to read about great men and be inspired by their stories, and learn from their mistakes,” waving his hands at all the books around him, and glancing around as he gave this advice, as if to drive home the point that one should not waste too much time on frivolities when one has all these resources within reach at one’s beck and call.

    He would say to me, “Go do your PHD and be the best student. You must always strive to be in the first position.”

    He would say to me; “Win the World Championships. Win the Olympics. You can if you put your heart and mind to it. But to win it, you must train very hard, morning and night and at no time must you lose sight of the goal, or be distracted by side-attractions. Quoting the bible, he would remind me that, often only one wins the race, but one must run in such a way as to win the prize, subjecting one’s body and mind to the set task”

    He would say to me, “You must always finish what you start and never give up,no matter how long it takes and the challenges you meet along the way”

    He would say to me, “Be disciplined and astute. Remain humble and meek, hardworking and committed, loyal and diligent, and God will elevate you from the lowly back seat to the high table at the very front.”

    He would say to me, “Be very careful about women; they could help you attain great heights, but could also be the end of you, and help you plunge from those lofty heights much faster than you had reached there.” He would look mildly embarrassed and avoid my eyes as he broached this topic with me, more at ease with topics in his comfort zone like politics, economics, religion and sports.

    He would say to me, “Hard work never kills. There is no shortcut to success.”

    He would say to me, “Your mates are struggling and working very hard. You must not depend on Daddy Mo or on what he has, but work even harder than your peers, so they would not rule over you tomorrow.”

    He would say to me, “You have many talents and abilities, but you need to be more patient Chika. You are at times very impatient and at other times a bit too over-confident for your own good.”

    He would say to me, “Anytime your things are all over your room, it is only a reflection of your state of mind. At times like this, you need to do a lot more self-reflection drills and keep the focus.”

    He would say to me, “Never procrastinate. There is no better time to do it than now. Time waits for no one, and though it seems to stand still, it runs faster than you can ever imagine. One minute, you are doing guy-man all over the place and fussing over your looks; then you will wake up one day and find out that you are an old man whom life has left behind. You will also discover that those your classmates who were at your level at some point are now far far far ahead of you.” His lips would be hard-pressed together as the words squeezed through, burrows will form on his forehead, he would dust both hands off each other, and then one of his hands will be thrust into the air like a plane taking off to better illustrate how far ahead your peers would be.

    He would say to me, “sometimes it seems to me that you pursue too many causes at the same time, thereby dissipating energy in too many directions. This reduces your overall effectiveness as well as efficiency in reaching major milestones of the individual causes. It is better to focus on your energy on one thing, but you must first prioritize to decide what that cause is.”

    He will say to me, “Be a good listener and keep developing a keen sense of perception of everyone around you, every one you meet or whatever situation you encounter. Remember not to form hasty opinions or make quick decisions, as it is unwise to judge a book by its cover. Be patient, listen a lot, watch a lot, and talk a little until you get a complete understanding of the content and context of the person or situation. Only and only then should you make your decision, after you have pieced together as complete a picture as is possible.”

    He would say to me, “Chika, when you decide to do something with all your heart,no one does it better. But when it is not in your heart, oh my goodness!” he would exclaim exasperated, and I would see his frustration as he remembered those moments when I was laid-back and non-committal to things that were to have been done. “You need to be more consistent” he would further admonish. He would say to me, “If I knew God in my younger days as I do now, I would perhaps have become President of this country.” With even more seriousness than his usual serious self, he would strongly urge me yet again, “take your fellowship with God very seriously. It is the master key that will unlock the hidden secrets of this world for you.”

    He  would say to me, “The greatest protection or security that a man could have in this world is his relationship with God. You must never seize to pray and be on your knees.”

    He would say to me, “Failure is an orphan,and success has many friends” [a popular adage], “but never be afraid of being alone, especially when you fight for a cause you believe in.”

    He  would say to me, “You cannot hijack a plane if you are not in it. So despite the state of the system, the only way to try and change it is if you are within and part of the system. Do not shy away from that responsibility”

    He would say to me, “Do not help people because you want anything back. Let it be between you and your God”.

    He  would say to me, “You need to eat more vegetables, “especially when he was passing by the parlour and I was munching sticks of suya, or eating a meal without any veggies. “A healthy lifestyle now will keep the doctors and huge medical bills away later in life. O well!,you can force a horse to the stream, but you cannot force it to drink,” hewould conclude with a sigh, apparently noting the passive look on my face as I gleefully stormed through my ‘unhealthy’ delicacies.

    He would say to me, “Bloody hell! I can afford to go and buy the biggest cars and houses, party all night long and make ‘ha-ha’all over the place, as I do big man all over town. But what then happens to all the school fees I have to pay for, the electricity and house bills that need to be attended to, the projects to be invested in? What happens to the hundreds of people dependent on me being responsible from day-to-day so that I would help create opportunities for them? What happens to the tomorrow, which as our people say, is pregnant, if today I make a one-time piecemeal of the seed corn to be planted? You need to sacrifice your today for tomorrow! Or do you think that if I had squandered all I made yesterday, you would have had this roof over your head today? You have to always live responsibly today with a keen eye on the uncertainties of tomorrow,” he would warn.

    He would say to me, “my own dad was a big and rich man of his own during those days, but I did not depend on one kobo of his money or influence to make it in those days. I wanted to go out there and carve out my own niche.” He will then challenge me to, “go and make your own destiny, which surely lies in your hands.”

    He would say to me, “I was so driven to succeed in those days that I would stay back in school to study during the holidays, while my mates were  holidaying and partying. I would burn so many candles all through the night just because I could not bear the thought of coming 2nd position in class, or not being relevant in my generation later in life. He would then repeat one of his favourite Henry Wadesworth Longfellow quotes – “The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upwards in the night.” This one he repeated to me all my life.

    He would say to me, “There is a difference between loneliness and aloneness. Aloneness is the preserve of the successful man”. You must work hard and work hard and work hard, and not a soul could possibly ever know the sheer amount of hard work, effort and sweat you have put in, they would only see the benefits.

    He would say to me, “there are two main kinds of conventional power – politicaland economic. Most times, you need one or the other, or a combination of theboth to make a difference in society that you so desire to do.”

    He would say to me, “Know your roots. You need to know where you come from, asnothing builds your self-confidence more than knowing your roots and genealogy.”

    He would say to me, after I had asked him how financial stability and prosperity could be attained, “You know I am not a capitalist. Perhaps this is a question for your brother Chaka who is becoming quite a good business hand,” he would add,effectively deflecting the question. “But I can tell you this. There are two kinds of people – the first are those who have the ability, passion, and knowledge to do business and make money; the other kind are those  who have ‘causes’ that they believe in and want to use their lifetime to fight for, but need finances to pursue these ‘causes’. I belong to these second group of people. I do not know how to make money, so I just give my savings to those who know how to make money so they make money for me while I focus on the ‘causes’ I believe in.You should first carefully think to which of these two groups you belong to.”

    He would say to me, “You must cut your coat according to your size. Do not spend more than you earn, but rather spend less so that what you save during rainy  times can sustain you when the drought comes”

    He would say to me, “a good name is better than riches”. Then using an open palm, he would repeatedly beat his chest and, with a deep sense of pride, declare”Go and ask anywhere about Uche Chukwumerije; I have never taken a kobo of anybody’s money.”

    He would say to me, “One day you will come back home and find out that I am gone;there will be no Daddy Mo waiting for you, and then everything I have told you will come back to you”

     

    Through all these, I would listen and nod, appreciating his philosophies but never really allowing it replay in my head because Daddy was always there to play it over and over again. The sheer potency of his presence, energy and aura was such that it was impossible to imagine him not around for at least one more decade. Now, he is gone, and I hear him more clearly than ever. Counsel ingrained into me over my thirty-one odd years on earth, and hidden somewhere in my sub-conscious, seemed to have broken their chains from the innermost depth of my soul and emptied all its loaded content into my conscious being. Now I understand and appreciate even more all he had said to me, his words turning into bright lamp posts placing themselves one after the other on the dark, long and slippery pathways ahead of me.

    I see him everywhere – in the music he listened to in his last days; in the faces of my beloved brothers  [Che, Dike,Chaka, Uche, Kelechi], sister [Azuka] and mother [Princess Nwoyibo]; in the peculiar smell of his perfume pervading his entire bedroom; in the vast swathes of white French suits that lined his wardrobe; in the competition venue where he often cut an animated figure in the crowd at that distance, and bridged the seeming gap with his distinct voice hurtling through space to urge me on without ceasing; in the multitude of his handwritten notes left behind; in dredged-up memories of his blunt and stern voice as he drove his house staff, work staff, family, friends, colleagues, opponents to work as hard as he did; in the dozen orphaned children that were the first to pay a condolence visit just hours after he passed away; in the tens of hundreds of people that sent me messages on what he had done for them at one point or the other; in the wrinkly tormented faces of the widows [he periodically assists] who came to pay their respects at the family house.

    When his brother [Authur] passed on last year in 2014, one of the things Daddy said to Uncle Arthur’s sons [my cousins] – Bosah and Chuka – were, “You are now men. This is life – it goes on – but you must now carry and shoulder all the responsibilities, and do it with such clarity of purpose, strength of will and personified dignity that would make your father proud whenever he is”. At the time, as he spoke these words, my insides shivered because I knew these very words would wrap itself around me one day. Now it has!

    DaddyMo! Dike-Ogu! Isi karaka!

    I asked you for fish, but you gave me a fishing-net. I asked you to walk a mile with me because I was afraid, but you held my hand and walked with me to my destination. I asked that you be my father, whenever I needed you, but you went one step ahead and became my friend. When I was in pain, just looking at you brought comfort because you made my pain yours, and you did everything to make it go away.

    This ache and tightness that has gripped my heart slowing down its rhythmic beat; this pain and discomfort that ravages through my chest leaving it eerily empty; this heaviness and tiredness that has wrapped itself around my legs causing it to be strangely numb; this banging and fuzziness that has made a home in my head refusing to go away; these salty miserable tears that gushes from eyes hindering my vision; who will take it away now? Where is Daddy Mo? Where can I find him?

     

    I went to the hospital, where he lay a lot these past couple of months, hoping that perchance, I would catch a glimpse of him. But he was not there. I came home looking out in cars passing by, just in case, I had missed him along the way. But he was not to be found. I got home, went through the front door, up the stairs to look for him in his study room, where he must surely be. Yet again, he was not there. I looked in the bedroom, straining my eyes to peek into the blue fluorescent-lit chambers hoping that he possibly still lay on his bed,tired after all those hours of writing in his study room. Behold, he was not there. Aha! He must be at the back of the house. He had asked me to train hard for the World Championships, even though I told him I might not be ready. Thus I went hastily to the garden at the back of the house, where he often sat and watched me in his last days as I trained hard on the basketball court. Perhaps, I would find him there, but sadly he was not there also. Alas! I could not find him anywhere. A ma ka mmiri si were baa n’opiugboguru?

     

    So I just sat on the front porch, staring blankly at the Prado Jeep I had carried him into just a few days ago en route to the hospital days before he passed on.My heart asked again where I could find Daddy Mo, but my head told my heart to allow reality embrace its excruciating anguish. Thus I closed my eyes and let the memories play – recollections of childhood, of teenage years, or adulthood;at each stage, the boy in me smiled back at a father who had always been there for him every step of the way. I felt the tears squeeze freely out the corners of my eyes, as reality beckoned my heart to embrace her.

     

    “N’eziokwu, oge adighi eche mmadu. Anyammiri juru na anya m, kama m ga-ekele Jehova; n’ihi na ? di nma. N’ihi na rue mb?e ebighi-ebi kaebere-Ya di. Anamahu Gi n’anya nke-uku, Jehova, bú ikem. Gi, Jehova, kam’nebuliri nkpuru-obim. Cheta obi-ebere-Gi nile, Jehova, ha na ebere-Gi nile;M’geji obim nile kele Jehova; M’gag?zi Jehova na mb?e nile: Mb?e nile kaotuto-Ya gadi n’?num. Jehova ka nkpuru-obim geji nyaisi: Ndi di ume-ala n’obi ganu ya, we ?uria ??u. Sonum me kaJehova di uku, Ka ayi buli kwa aha-Ya elu n’otù. M’gak? kwa akuk? oké ?lu-Gi nile. M’ga?uri ??u, obim gat?kwam ut?, nime Gi: M’gabùku aha-Gi abù ?ma, Gi Onye kachasi ihe nile elu.” O ga di mma.

     

    DaddyMo! Comrade! Dike-Ogu! Isi karaka! Olu Ndigbo! My Father! My Friend! My Mentor! My Inspiration! My Fan! My Patron! My Pillar! My Teacher! My Conscience! My Hero! My Counsellor! My Compass!

     

    “O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory”

     

    OnyeIsi’m, la n’udo.

     

    It is well!

     

     

  • ‘I would have been a rebel if…’

    ‘I would have been a rebel if…’

    Chief Banjo Fasuyi was among the first art students to graduate  from the Ahmadu Bello University (ABU), Zaria. At his one-day solo art exhibition, he spoke on how he would have been among the famous Zaria Rebels if he was aware of their plan. Udemma Chukwuma reports.

    In the 1950s, there was a group of studentsfrom the Nigerian College of Arts, Science and Technology, Zaria, nowAhmadu Bello University (ABU), Zaria. In the group were Demas Nwoko, Bruce Onobrakpeya,Yusuf Grillo, Uche Okeke and others who were members of the Zaria Art Society, later   known as the Zaria Rebels because of their rejection of the new art introduced by the institution.

    Ahead of the rebels was ChiefBanjoFasuyi who said he would have joined the group if he was aware of their plan. On what lead the students to rebel, he said: “The Zaria Rebels came after my set. The idea of art rebels was a controversial issue. One, they were still in second year or third year at the university, they were dissatisfied with the institution and they reacted by saying they were rebels.

    “Painting is not a Nigerian art but sculptor is a Nigerian and African art. We were introduced to paint with brushes for the first time when we got to Zaria. They thought us how to use them and that was why the rebellious people said they were through with the materials of the white man. What do you expect the white man coming from his country to teach you? They thought us the materials, the methods of art and then asked us to go and create our own art out of it.  That is what  Onobrakpeya did, which is why he is great. I acknowledge this.”

    He said: “These rebels have not produced something different from what others are doing. The only one outstanding among the rest of the rebels is   Onobrakpeya, who has originated his average institution to make original works. What the rest are doing is what we are doing; there is no difference in what they are doing. Many of them went outside the county to study art and came back, I know about it.

    “My set was the first set of students from the university and coincidentally, because of the incident  that happened; only six of us passed out.  I did some paintings, I was the only one in painting, two sculptor and three designers. And since I left the college, I did some paintings. My work with the Federal Government did not give me time to paint.

    Fasuyi spent most of his time working with the Federal Ministry of Education and he was also an Art Adviser who took over from late Prof Ben Enwonwu. He went back to his studio after he retired from public office. “When I retired instead of resting I started running my schools. But now I am full time studio artist. I am not running any school or working for the Federal Government,” he added.

    At 80, the artist is not close to dropping his  brushes. Eighty fascinating pieces which dates spanned over 55 years since the artist graduated from ABU were on display recently at Tafas Gallery, at the Resource Place in Ikeja, Lagos, in honour of his 80th birthday.

    Unfortunately, the works were not for sale because “I don’t need to go round for exhibitions. I want to leave them as legacy for the next generation. Each work I do carry some relevance to history, politics, environment and people so that the coming generation will learn what was there before them. It’s a wealthy programme,” he said.

    However, he revealed that he intended to sell the works in an auction later in the year  and  the money will be donated to charity. “I was in charge of the Federal Government colleges in my last six years with the Federal Ministry of Education, and when I see the students of the federal government colleges, I feel so bad, so I decided to sell all these works and give it to them and students who are displaced.

    “There is going to be a charity exhibition in few months  and I intend to sale all the works as auction, use the money to help students from the Federal Government’s colleges who are displaced. I want somebody who can buy them together so that I can use the money to help these students.”

    To him an old artist can actually reach  peaks with the combination of experience and profound desire to do more.

    “You don’t grow old out of creativity.  I am still going to paint after this exhibition and I want the young one to know age is not a challenge to creativity,” he said.

    This was noticeable during the show as some of the works signed few days before the exhibition.

    Art to him is just like “your clothes. My creation depends on my mood and the materials available or time available. I work according to my mood. I do realism, idealism, symbolism, surrealism, abstract, very freely. I don’t cage myself , I am free in all.”

    He described his works as “cultural because I am trying to interpret to the nation what I feel and feeling is part of culture. I want to preserve our culture for the next generation; they should know few things about me.” “His works focus mainly on circumcision, child labour, and early marriage.

    “I am appealing to young artists to make their works relevant to the Nigerian institution.  Let them put some arts and culture for people to understand rather than doing abstractions which will not record anything happing now or in the past.

    I feel fulfilled about life, I feel fulfilled as an artist, which is why I am making art as a major event of my 80th birthday, I am proud to be an artist and I will continue to paint.”