Category: Arts & Life

  • ‘How Dana Airline abandoned me’

    ‘How Dana Airline abandoned me’

    Kehinde Kareem Okikiolu, a pastor, was on an evangelisation mission at Iju-Isaga on the outskirts of Lagos on June 3, 2012 when the Dana Airline’s Boeing MD-83, operating flight  992 unexpectedly lost its  two engines and came down, crashing into a building. 163 people  including everyone on board  died in the crash. Several people on  the ground were injured with some to carry the scars   for  the rest of their lives.

    In this category  is Okikiolu whose sight went with the crash . He also claims to be  now battling a lung disease on account of the accident. He spoke to Taiwo Abiodun.

    He exudes confidence, the type you  would not ordinarily expect from someone  life  has played a cruel fate on. What with a  handsome,  chubby face, hidden behind a pair of dark glasses.And a baritone voice too.

    But then pain  seizes the eye sockets as he makes to open the eyes for the reporter to have a look. Suddenly he jerks and yells: “Is this how I will  continue to live? If I die , God will ask the airline of my blood.”

    He sighs to regain his composure, and   begins to recall his once active routine.  “I used to be very active, resourceful and strong. I, who used to pray for powerful commissioners? Here I am, suffering. I  have no food to eat. This is the miserable condition   Dana Airline has brought into my life. It is terrible.”

    He lets out a big cough and remembers it’s time to take his medication, stretching out a hand to find it. Pastor Okikiolu says to the reporter whilst holding out  the plastic container: “yes , I have found it. This is what I have been taking: it is honey. Since I’ve no  money to buy drugs again I’ve been taking this honey to subdue the cough.”Another cough.

    The  honey and some powdery substances  were ‘recommended’ to him by some good Samaritans . “That’s all I can afford. At least,  I cannot kill myself,” he said in his one room apartment.

    Delving into the genesis of his ordeal which he says has now robbed him of doing what he loves doing – evangelising –  Okikiolu  said : “ I was  bubbling and agile  before the plane crash occurred. The doctor said I inhaled  a lot of  smoke  from the burning  plane. My eyes were damaged and  now I’ve been  abandoned by the airline. They have  been tossing me  up and down and failed no pay me any compensation.”

    On this particular day ,he had not had his breakfast.But more painful to him was that his daughter could not go to school having been turned back for her inability to pay her fees.

    He laments:”Look at me , I had nothing  to eat this morning.My daughter cannot go to school as she was  sent back from  school over  fees . I have exhausted my drugs.I just hope God will send some assistance.I cannot work , I cannot go out to evangelise again. This is what the airline has reduced me to .I’ve been rendered useless at 55.”

    He recalls that on the fateful day  he was returning from a family he had  gone to pray for at Iju when he  saw the aircraft  crashing  into a building in the neighbourhood.

    “It was a Black Sunday. I was coming from a family   at Adewole Street ,Iju where  I had gone  to pray for them . I saw this big aircraft  crashing into  the building that I ran into.The next thing was that  I  found myself on the hospital bed 48 hours after .

    “In fact , I  didn’t know how I got to the hospital  until  Mr Jacky  Hatiramani  the Managing Director of Dana Airline  and the Lagos state governor, Mr Babatunde Fashola came to see me at the hospital . I was first taken to Osuntuyi Medical Center.From there  I was transferred to the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital (LASUTH) where I was hospitalised and had my eyes operated on .I stayed there  for some weeks before I was  discharged from the hospital”, he said ,coughing intermittently.

    Asked why he prays for others and could not pray to avert  the disaster that befell him, he   laughed and said: “ Oh , yes I pray for people and God answers their prayers. He also answers my prayer.If not, I would have been dead by now.What  if I had died? It is God who has protected me up to this state, if not I  would have been dead by now. I have  no family  to assist me , even those I used to pray for did the little they could  and left me .I cannot force anybody to assist me “

    LASUTH in an August 6,2012  letter with reference number  SUB/ LASUTH/0057 on Okikiolu’s condition,said: “The  above named clergyman  sustained head injury, right eye trauma and inhalational lung injury following the Dana plane crash.He was  subsequently  managed  at LASUTH with  sustained neurological improvement .Presently , he will need to be followed up in view of the inhalational injury”. The letter was signed by a Consultant/ Neuro Surgeon,  Dr O.E Idowu

    Okikiolu claims he is not in a position to seek further treatment in the hospital because he has no money. “It was Babatunde Fashola that  footed the bill from Sotunyi Medical Centre.They operated my eyes, I  had  brain scan and many other tests,all footed by the governor.The governor has done his best but what is the airline doing?”

    Okikiolu’s wife,Dasola,said the family has been living from hand to mouth since the accident. “In fact ,we have been abandoned , we have nobody to cater for us .A lawyer came here sometime ago and said the company is not ready to pay us compensation while some said they are dribbling us and we need to report to the State government of their lackadaisical attitude .We are dying gradually and we have a lot of debts to pay”.

    She continued :” we are owing two years house rent.The landlord has served  us  a quit notice and by  the end of this month we would be thrown out of this place.”

    She  related how news of her husband’s fate was broken to her. “ He,as usual, went out that day  to evangelise to win souls for Christ. I was waiting   for him to return home   when I  received a call that my husband had an accident.His eyes were later operated on while the doctor conducted a  series of tests on him .He cannot breath properly.Soon after  the accident happened, he developed cough and since he has exhausted his drugs ,he  now uses takes honey  as prescribed by friends .We have no family members to turn to.”

    Asked what she does for a living , she replied:”I go out every morning as house maid,earning N250 daily and this, money does not take me  anywhere .

    She believes some people in Dana are blocking compensation for her husband but does not understand why.

    “Each time my lawyer goes there, he is turned back and not attended to,” she alleged .

    Okikiolu is desperate to have his sight restored. “ I want my eyesight to be restored.I want  to go to the hospital  for further treatment.I want to pay my house rent and feed my family for I don’t want to be  a burden on anybody again.And if God permits,  I want to build a church for God and be worshiping him so as to continue to be wining souls for Christ.

    “That is the cause I’ve decided to pursue in life.But some people are cheating  me because I have nobody. I know I have God.”, he said as he burst into tears again .

    When the Public Relations Officer , Tony  Usidam  of Dana Airline was contacted he told The Nation that he would check with  the company’s insurance company.

    He promised to call back.He has not and efforts to reach him again have been unsuccessful.

  • Paraphrasing leadership

    Paraphrasing leadership

    Title: Political Apostates and the Heroes of Democracy

    Author: Bello Destiny Paul

    Publishers: Not stated

    No. of Pages: 839

    Reviewer: Edozie Udeze

    The classification is clear. At least the author is quite certain in his assessment of who the political apostates and the heroes of democracy are – people or leaders who have derailed and those that have imparted on their societies. It is like a compendium, a huge treatise on the place of different categories of leaders in Africa. There were those who set out to be of use, to render selfless service by leading the way, yet half way through, they began to totter and blunder. There are those who truly set out from the outset to serve as examples by leading the people to their Eldorado.

    This is where the book is divided into the political apostates and the true heroes of democracy. But the truth of it all is: How did the writer arrive at his assessment? What parameters did he use to make his categorisation? That a certain leader set out to make a difference but later derailed on the way, does it then confer on him the stigma apostate? Or that those who now throng and prowl the political landscapes of Africa or Nigeria propounding all sorts of political theories and propaganda are the ones to be so honoured and recognised as the heroes of democracy?

    In fairness to the author Bello Destiny Paul, a lawyer and political activist, the book contains a lot of useful information on many African leaders both dead and alive who have in one way or another touched the lives of the people. For instance, Kwame Nkrumah of Ghana who is termed an apostate began his political journey very well as a leader. However, he later became an apostate due to his political encore and misdeeds. To the author, he gave hope and dashed hope, even when he also acknowledges that Nkrumah is the father of Pan-Africanism and the lion of West Africa (whatever that means).

    In any case, what then qualifies one to be a political apostate or outlaw? The author puts it this way: “One of the great(est) tragedies of life is that man seldom bridges the gulf between practice and profession, between doing and saying. . . Even though we have apostates in other spheres of life, the one that affects the people (society) most is political apostasy. . .” When some certain leaders had given hope and later dashed it, it becomes too painful and unforgettable. This is what this book vehemently abhors and tries to let the public know.

    Not only that the likes of Nkrumah, Obasanjo, Fidel Castro, Obote, Idi Amin and many others did it to their people, the sour taste their political misdeeds and misadventures have left in the mouths of their people can never be erased or subverted.

    The author describes such misdeeds by quoting Winston Churchill of England as: “The human tragedy reaches its climax in the fact that after all the exertions and sacrifices of hundreds of millions of people, we have still not found peace or security and that we lie in the grip of even worse perils than those we have surmounted. . .” Those who have garnered power unto themselves in the past were those that truly distorted the development of their societies. Thus, they are the apostates; the true enemies of the people.

    Besides the issue of who qualifies to be in whatever category in this assessment, the book makes constant reference to some great thinkers who have been able to propound sound theories for agenda-setting. Some of them are not only heroes of democracy, they participated actively to enthrone and entrench true and genuine democratic dispensation and culture where they operated.

    Some of those who through their ceaseless efforts gave democracy to their people include Ahmed Bola Tinubu, Nelson Mandela, Luther King Jr. Nnamdi Azikiwe, Bisi Akande, Obafemi Awolowo, Chinua Achebe, Fela Anikulakp-Kuti. Others are Aminu Kano, Anthony Enahoro, Frank Kokori, Muhammadu Buhari, Wole Soyinka, Joe Okei-Odumakin and many more. Indeed the list is endless, yet what it goes to demonstrate is that the society needs more of such people to be able to move forward.

    The author is not saying per se that all of them are political leaders in the context of asking for votes or occupying political offices. Some of these people threw caution to the wind in the face of mounting and huge trials to identify with the masses. In most of their public utterances and responsibilities, they reckoned with the people. This, to the author qualifies them to be categorised as true heroes of democracy.

    Nevertheless, the author’s use of certain harsh words to denigrate some leaders needs to be readdressed. He should not be a judge in such matters. All there is for him to do is make his assessment and leave the verdict or judgement open for readers to do. It is inconceivable when a writer describes a leader as crude, extremely selfish, arrogant fool and intoxicated. For people who are quick to draw the line, this is really in bad taste and can put the reader off immediately.

    Besides, there are too many grammatical errors that somewhat render the book a bit unreadable. On the special thanks page, the author is not only inconsistent with the usage of American and British spellings (e.g. honor, honour) he also wrote: “He who have, instead of he who has”. Also he said: “The God of father, of the son, and of the Holy Ghost, . . .” Father is small f while son is also small s. Even then the statement itself is incorrect and confusing.

    There are so many of such wrong application of grammar and spellings in subsequent pages and chapters that the author needs to reappraise them in subsequent editions.

  • Lagos BRT: Not yet a smooth ride

    While commending the Lagos State government for the well thought-out Bus Rapid Transit (BRT) system, which has sought to revolutionise commuter experience in the ever expanding mega-city, Lagosians take time to reflect on the high points of the system so far, the low points, and their expectations of a better service.

    Seun Olusegun is a fresh university graduate earnestly in search of a job. At the moment, he does part time circulation work for a small-time publishing company to make some money and keep himself from ‘begging for food.’ Because his earning from the circulation job is meager, Seun has also found the Lagos Bus Rapid Transit system quite handy. For one, it helps him get around comfortably – a relief from the cramped yellow mini-buses and notorious molue buses that Lagosians had been condemned to before now. Secondly, it is very affordable and he gets to save a few change from the transport allowance he gets from his employer, since the fair can sometimes be as much as 60% lower than what obtains in the less regulated yellow bus systems. Most importantly, he says he enjoys the fact that he no longer has to struggle to get on a bus, since commuters automatically queue up at BRT terminals.

    He easily recalls a few years back in the late 1990s, when as a high school student who regularly commuted between Orile and Ojo, two Lagos suburbs, he and fellow students had to practically struggle with regular adult commuters to get on the molue buses to and from school. In his words, “Those were really terrible days for me. Most times, my well-ironed school uniform would have been rumpled, even before I get to school. On one occasion, the torn panel of one of the buses practically tore my shirt to shreds, causing me to sneak into class and sit in my corner all through the day because I didn’t want my colleagues or teachers to see my torn uniform.

    Seun, however, feels there is need for a better regulation of the Bus Rapid System for it to reach that standard where foreigners and tourists would patronize it. On this occasion, he’d been waiting at the CMS Terminal for more than one hour for a bus back to Oshodi and he wondered why he had to wait for that long. “I’m sure this is not part of the original design for these buses. It’s getting to about two hours since I’ve been here waiting to board a bus to Oshodi, and it’s not even peak hours yet? This is just about 2pm! Personally, I think the Lagos State government needs to really get more stringent else the operators will mess things up for them. From what I see here, there is not enough control and it is really dangerous for the system.” Seun lamented. The guilty buses here belong to the Mutual Transport Company who apparently has the franchise to operate on the Oshodi-CMS corridor.

    Mrs. Folashade (wouldn’t disclose her surname) commutes regularly between Ikotun and Cele bus stop along Apapa-Oshodi Expressway and between Ikotun and Iyana-Ipaja; two corridors operated by separate franchise companies. She acknowledged that the system has really reduced her budget on transportation, but wondered why the government hasn’t taken time to widen the roads on these routes, seeing that one of them (the Ikotun-Cele) is notorious for endless traffic jam and hold-ups. “I thank Governor Fashola for the BRT because it has really helped people like me to save money. If I were to patronise the small yellow buses, I’ll be paying between N150 and N200, but with the BRT, it is N50 come rain, come shine. But I think the Ikotun-Cele route is too tight and the government could have taken the time to add one more lane, so that the buses can have their own lane like we have on Ikorodu road. If we have dedicated lanes like we have in those routes, you will find that the trip can be done in less than fifteen minutes and about, but currently we spend between 45 minutes and three hours.” So in spite of the cheap fare, Mrs. Folashade thinks that the time wasted on the road needs to be urgently addressed. She also feels that the advantage of a dedicated lane and quick trips will force the shylock yellow buses to charge more realistic fares, since it’s really not a long trip.

    Speaking further, Folashade gave a lot of kudos to the ABC transport system, one of t latest operators to join the system because of their neat and efficient mode of operation but wondered what has become of them in the last couple of weeks. She says a lot has to be done in terms of maintenance of the buses, before they get to the molue level, arguing that a lot of them are fast becoming decrepit. “It’s just about five years since the system took off, and a good number of them no longer have functional doors. In fact, I boarded one just last week and a full window panel was off, leaving us at the mercy of a heavy rain on the day.”

    At this point, Jude, another commuter, who had been listening to the discussion volunteered that the blue buses are the most guilty when it comes to maintenance, wondering what could be responsible for such attitude. According to him, Governor Fashola’s reason for giving out franchise to private operators is to ensure better management, since their money and resources would be at stake. He therefore wondered why the same trend of negligence has continued, even much worse than what obtains in some of the LAG Buses owned by the state government. Jude however commends some of the buses for maintaining a commendable standard. “I think the red buses (Lagbuses), especially those along Oshodi to Obalende/CMS, Western Avenue and the ones plying Lekki-Ajah routes are still in remarkable condition. Maybe that is due to the brands. You cannot compare a Mercedes Benz bus for instance, to Daewoo or any of those imported from China.” He concluded.

    Another respondent, Babatunde Fashina, who admits that he is not a regular user of the BRT system since it doesn’t operate along his daily route, says the blue buses are indeed a sore sight with their torn body panels and worn-out doors that at the same time pose terrible danger to the commuters. “How come the bodies are tearing off as if they are made of paper? Don’t the driver’s get queried for damaging the buses and what happens to prompt repairs or are they saying we no longer have panel-beaters in this country?” He wondered whether this has to do with the management and if there is nothing the Lagos State government as a regulatory organ can do to make sure the standards are rescued.

    And so it was a plethora of verdicts. In apparent response to the ‘No Smoking, No Preaching and No Hawking’ sign, a good number of the respondents expressed their appreciation at the fact that they no longer have to cope with the noise from preachers and hawkers. One commuter specifically said he is glad that drug sellers can no longer have a field day, arguing that a lot of the kidney, liver and other diseases that have now become rife among our people may not be unconnected with their activities.

    Many also complained about the filthy state of the buses, which they say will never endear it to foreigners or tourists. One male passenger who insisted that his name was irrelevant in the matter at stake complained about the nasty habit of commuters who litter the buses without any recourse to hygiene and fellow commuters’ sensibilities. “The other day, I watched a woman dump shells of groundnut on the floor without any caution. I have even seen a used baby diaper in a BRT before, can you imagine that!” He exclaimed.

    The young man however did not depart without venting his anger on the bus operators. First he thinks they should provide a waste bin; and then he feels they should have cleaners on standby at the terminals to clean up the mess at the end of each trip. He commends the Lagos state government and some of the operators for purchasing new buses (the state recently had about 90 buses injected into the system), which he says will go a long way in eliminating the long queues and delays. He also believes the government’s purchase of bus washing equipments will go a long way in ensuring that the buses attain an acceptable level of cleanliness and says things will be a lot better if commuters and the franchise operators played their parts diligently in this regard.

    A few other respondents complained of the unruly nature of the bus ticket sellers, whom they say have formed a habit of talking to commuters rather rudely. They wondered whether they were ever put through any customer relations training. Closely related to the ticket sellers insolence is the issue of change. As if to corroborate the complaints, one of the ticket sellers who overheard this complain actually cut in rudely to tell the commuter to always come out with her exact fair, since that is the only thing that causes fracas between the ticket sellers and the commuters.

    An attempt to speak with Tunde Obadina, who is Head of Operations of LAMATA (Lagos Metropolitan Transport Authority) at its Ikotun office was however rebuffed. Obadina insisted that as a civil servant, he is not able to speak with the media, literally denying the public an opportunity of a much desired explanation for issues raised.

    One of the officials along the Ikeja-Iyana-Ipaja-Ikotun route,

  • ‘This way to jail!’

    ‘This way to jail!’

    This year’s ‘CNN Multichoice African Journalist of the Year Award’ was special not only because of the excellence of the work that had been done by the 27 finalists, but because it also offered attendees the opportunity to visit the infamous Robben Island – former South African President Nelson Mandela’s home for 18 years. Festus Eriye who was in Cape Town reports.

    YES! This way to jail!’ ‘Go on, have a nice time in jail,’ the burly tour guide at Cape Town’s scenic Victoria and Alfred Waterfront cried as he ushered amused guests onto the ferry that would carry them to what used to be one of the world’s most notorious prisons.

    Thankfully, our group were not about to commence serving time. We were just a bunch of journalists from across Africa eagerly waiting to set foot on Nelson Mandela’s old stomping grounds. Not even the bracing cold that Friday morning could dampen our enthusiasm.

    In roughly 25 minutes we had crossed that segment of the Atlantic Ocean separating this lonely outpost from the mainland. Today, the menace the island’s history used to evoke is missing because it is now a museum, and a swarm of eager tourists lend a celebratory air to the scene as we step on to the harbor.

    We are greeted by large banners on walls proclaiming “Freedom Cannot Be Manacled” and bearing images of Mandela, former President Thabo Mbeki and incumbent Jacob Zuma, Other huge framed posters celebrate groups of political prisoners who had walked through the hall ways of what the liberation fighters used to refer to as ‘The University.’

    A short bus trip takes us to the main facility – the maximum security prison. On the way I sight a small collection of tombstones with the legend ‘Leper Cemetery’ – a reminder that Robben Island has a rich history that transcends its phase as the incarceration facility where the Apartheid regime preferred to warehouse the political prisoners it feared the most.

    Beginning from the 17th century when it started being used, it has served as leper colony, mental institution, military base and prison. At some point the likes of Mandela, Walter Sisulu, Govan Mbeki and others had to co-habit with hardened criminals who the authorities often used as stool pigeons to keep an eye on the political types.

    As we were reminded during this visit, it was not only home-grown political prisoners that were held here. Elements of what used to be the South West Africa (now Namibia) Peoples Organisation (SWAPO) – including its founder Herman Toivo Ja Toivo – were once held in this prison.

    As part of efforts to ensure that the Robben Island visit is truly evocative for all those who come here, the rules governing the facility provide that only former political prisoners who were inmates at this prison can serve as tour guides.

    My group is fortunate to be assigned a quite humorous former inmate who had us in stitches for the duration of our tour. He happened to have been in the prison at the same time as the likes of Mandela and some of the most famous figures from the liberation struggles and had quite a few tales to regale us with.

    One had to do with how Mandela managed to beat the extremely tight security and smuggle the manuscript of his famous autobiography ‘Long Walk to Freedom’ out of Robben Island. This significance of the feat is better appreciated when one remembers that the prisoners were so closely monitored, even their personal letters were screened and suspicious content blocked out before being handed to its owner.

    For many years it had been speculated that former political prisoner and African National Congress (ANC) stalwart, Mac Maharaj was involved. So on one visit he was confronted by some former colleagues who wanted to know how they managed to beat the tough Apartheid security apparatus. After hearty laughter Maharaj disclosed that it was all down to some skullduggery involving photo albums. Using them the script was transported out of the jailhouse bit-by-bit.

    Incidentally, some foreigner happened to be around when the story was being told, and he suddenly had a light bulb moment. “Aha,” he exclaimed, “now I know why you made Maharaj South Africa’s post-Apartheid Minister for Transport!”

    We saw the limestone quarry where Mandela and colleagues used to crush stones, the kitchen were the political prisoners planned many a scheme to outwit their jailors, but nothing beats the impact of starring into the matchbox of a prison cell where the world’s most famous political prisoner spent almost two decades.

    The jam at the cell door as we tripped over each other trying to

  • Remembering Segun Olusola

    Remembering Segun Olusola

    A public lecture in honour of Chief Segun Olusola who died exactly one year ago will be held at the Freedom Park, Broad Street, Lagos, on the 31st of this month.

    The lecture put in place to commemorate Olusola for his immense contributions to the development of the art in the society is being organised by the Centre for Black and African Arts and Civilisation (CBAAC).

    With the theme as Leveraging on Indigenous African Culture for Development: Legacy of Ambassador Segun Olusola, the idea is to bring to the fore the many cultural and artistic strides achieved by Olusola during his life time.

    In a statement, the Director-General of CBAAC, Professor Tunde Babawale, said the lecture which will be delivered by Dr. Kunle Filani, a former provost of the Federal College of Education, Abeokuta and a seasoned fine artist, “Is to honour a man who was a pioneer in many respects.”

    “Yes, the lecture will include an exhibition of works and times of Olusola both as a writer, a broadcaster, actor, pacesetter and more. The choice of Filani is apt because he is one artist and culture technocrat who did not only follow the works and times of Olusola but also vast in the art terrain in Nigeria.”

    Equally, as part of its outreach programmes to extend the values of culture to other parts of the society, CBAAC will on the 15th of November celebrate Children’s Cultural Festival in Calabar, the Cross River State capital.

    The event, which will take place at the Calabar Cultural Centre, is a collaboration between CBAAC and the Heritage and Culture Department of the governor’s office in Calabar. The theme of the festival is My Root: My Pride and is geared towards rekindling the interest of the youths in the cultural values of the land.

    In it, children from different parts of the state and beyond will participate in the display of various cultural dances, plays, fashion parades and more. The occasion will be chaired by the first lady of the state, Mrs, Obioma Liyel-Imoke, while the trophy to be competed for was donated by Senator Bassey Ewa Henshaw.

    Over the years, CBAAC has been engaged in programmes to make the youths understand why they must keep their culture. Indeed, it is part of their corporate engagement to export culture, not only to other parts of the country but to Africa in general.

    This is why the outing in Calabar is not only imperative but will also help children to go back to their roots and truly fall in love with what is their own both in terms of langauge, dressing, food and dancing.

  • Making Nigeria Literature Prize a bigger issue

    Making Nigeria Literature Prize a bigger issue

    With Tade Ipadeola, a lawyer and prolific writer, winning this year’s Nigeria Literature Prize run by the Nigeria Liquefied Natural Gas (NLNG), it is now clear that poetry which is the literary genre for this year has come of age. Edozie Udeze gives an account of how the works were considered before a winner was chosen by the panel of judges led by Emeritus Professor Ayo Banjo

    Winner of The Nigeria Prize for Literature for 2013 was during the week announced in Lagos. The Sahara Testaments by Tade Ipadeola has been adjudged winner of the prestigious prize by the panel of judges led by Prof. Romanus Egudu.

    Tade Ipadeola’s The Sahara Testaments beat the other 200 books submitted for the competition this year to emerge winner.

    It will be recalled that NLNG had, in a press release a month ago, announced the final shortlist of three from which Ipadeola’s book emerged winner. The other two books that were in that final shortlist of three, in alphabetical order beginning with author’s surname, are: Through the Window of a Sandcastle by Amu Nnadi and Wild Letters by Promise Ogochukwu.

    The judges thought Promise Ogochukwu’s Wild Letters to be of “high human relevances as reflected in her bold treatment of subject-matter such as the persistent menace of Boko Haram. Similarly, her poems consistently alert societal leaders on their obligations to the under-privileged, and a message of hope underscores the collection.”

    Of Amu Nnadi’s Through the Window of a Sandcastle, the judges hold that “the work is presented in elegant, well-crafted language, depicting contrastive experiences of pain, decay, pleasure and beauty. His work reflects artistic maturity, seriousness of thought, integrity and coherence, as well as the effective use of poetic devices such as imagery, irony and sound.”

    According to the judges, “Ipadeola’s use of poetic language demonstrates a striking marriage of thought and verbal artistry expressed in the blending of sound and sense. The work is replete with historical, geographical, and literary allusions and tropes. On the whole, the poet demonstrates an outstanding level of intellectual exposure and knowledge, language use, and awareness of literature, which should be beneficial to readers and writers alike.”

    The emergence of a winner brings to a positive conclusion the prize process that began in February 2013 when the call for submission of entries was made public.

    As is the tradition, Tape Ipadeola will be presented to the public at a date to be announced by Nigeria LNG Limited.

    Judges’ statement

    According to the judges who considered and thoroughly examined the works, “The process of arriving at the final decision on the winner involved producing an initial shortlist of 50, from which 25 were derived, out of which arose the 11 as earlier published.

    Promise Ogochukwu

    Promise Ogochukwu’s Wild Letters has high human relevance as reflected in her bold treatment of subject-matter such as the persistent menace of Boko Haram. Similarly, her poems consistently alert societal leaders on their obligations to the under-privileged, and a message of hope underscores the collection. She demonstrates innovativeness in combining poetry with abstract paintings. Wild Letters features effective use of poetic devices such as, imagery, wit and irony.

    However, the work contains errors of wrong word choice and the use of clichés, colloquialism, and some prosaic language.

    Amu Nnadi

    Amu Nnadi’s Through the Window of a Sandcastle is presented in three sections namely: wreaths, voyages and garlands. The third section embodies technically superb love poems and constitutes the heart of the collection. The work is presented in elegant, well-crafted language, depicting contrastive experiences of pain, decay, pleasure and beauty. His work reflects artistic maturity, seriousness of thought, integrity and coherence, as well as the effective use of poetic devices such as imagery, irony and sound. Nnadi also uses direct Igbo expressions in the text without recourse to in-text translation or grossing, a practice that depicts cultural nationalism and self-representation. However, many of his themes are very private and personal, making the collection scanty on national and universal issues. Furthermore, the work is wanting with regard to quality of binding and print size.

    Tade Ipadeola

    Tade Ipadeola’s The Sahara Testaments is a remarkable epic covering the terrain and people of Africa from the very dawn of creation, through the present, to the future. The text uses the Sahara as a metonymy for the problems of Africa and, indeed, the whole of humanity. True to epic tradition, this work encompasses vast stores of knowledge in an encyclopeadic dimension. It also contains potent rhetoric and satire on topical issues and personalities, ranging from Africa’s blood diamonds and inflation in Nigeria to “contrite.”

    In fact, Ipadeola’s use of poetic language demonstrates a striking marriage of thought and verbal artistry expressed in the blending of sound and sense. The work is replete with historical, geographical, and literary allusions and tropes, on the whole, the poet demonstrates an outstanding level of intellectual exposure and knowledge, language use, and awareness of literature, which should be beneficial to readers and writers alike.

    The average reader, even an intellectual one, would initially find Ipadeola’s book difficult owing to the numerous peri-phrasic terms as well as extraordinary and cryptic expressions which task the reader’s understanding. This style is appropriate for the grandeur of the epic tradition but is also a way of defamiliarising the ordinary, which is a trait of modernist poetry. The Sahara Testaments portrays a rare creative ingenuity and technical expertise. It is a profound articulation of a bold vision for the African continent and humanity at large. The use of quatrains throughout the book is s unique and courageous engagement.

    The panel of judges included Professor Romanus Egudu, Omolara Ogundipe, Ayo Banjo and Ben Elugbe. Others are Drs Jerry Agada, Andrew Ame Aba and a past winner of the prize Kaine Agary. This year’s prize had Professor Kofi Anyidoho of Ghana as its international consultant.

    In all, the panel explained that the standard of the entries have been improving with time. It will be recalled that poetry was not awarded a prize four years ago due to poor quality of works submitted. “This is the beauty of what we had this year. The works were broad-based, sound and intellectually engaging,” Aba, a member of the panel said.

  • Nigeria: Which way forward?

    Nigeria: Which way forward?

    Title: Nigeria is Negotiable

    Author: Chido Onumah

    Publishers: African Centre for Media and Information Literacy, Abuja

    Year of Publication: 2013

    No of Pages: 460

    Reviewer: Edozie Udeze

    There is this statement that is often reiterated by people who feel that the entity called Nigeria is a cosmetic configuration. Nigeria is a society with unity with cracks. It is like a marriage that is not working but the couple still insist on being together in order to avoid the ire of their relations or what the society may say if they eventually kiss the union goodbye. But the truth of the matter is that if a union is not working or is seen to be predicated upon a lot of loose ends, the wisest thing to do is find a way to make it work or otherwise.

    No relationship is expected to function well when the principal actors in it do not trust one another. This is part of what Chido Onumah, a journalist, writer, activist and essayist is saying in this book: Nigeria is Negotiable – essays on Nigeria’s tortures road to democracy and nationhood. To him, nation building is not a project for the faint-hearted or for those with short memory. For a nation to be solidly built to cater for its teeming population, it needs statesmen and women, thinkers and active citizens, people who believe in the reason why the society has to move forward; why the society has to function well for its people.

    Anchoring his essays on the socio-political and economic issues that have been shaping Nigeria’s affairs in the past 20 years, Onumah draws attention to leadership as the core problem area of Nigeria. The intention of the book is to remind Nigerians about where the rain started to beat them so as to know how to avoid a repeat. This is why the title of the book is crystal clear, lampooning the people who have been holding the society in the jugular and refusing good and sound reasoning to hold sway.

    Most of his attention in the book is focused on the June 12, 1993 election in which the Late Chief M.K.O. Abiola won a landslide presidential election which was nonetheless nullified by General Ibrahim Babangida. Onumah does not only use this incident as a benchmark to dissect the level of abnormality in the Nigerian polity, but he equally reasons that such an action shows a society where injustice is carried out with impunity.

    He said: “That election was a golden opportunity to set the country on the path of genuine democratic reconstruction, but IBB squandered it. Expectedly, our politicians moved on. They were co-opted into Abacha’s transition and for them June 12 became history. Abacha’s Minister of Information, Professor Jerry Gana, was one of the earliest people to sing the dirge of June 12″. And so began the genesis of the political headache of a nation.

    The author contends, however, that it was a costly mistake that cost lives and even threatened the very corporate existence of the country. On June 11, 1994, the president-elect, Abiola, declared himself president, a move he took to ensure that he got back what belonged to him. Unfortunately, Abacha and his henchmen hounded him down. He was arrested and imprisoned. He was to die in that prison on July 7, 1998, a month after Abacha himself took his own exit from this world.

    The core essence of this book, in the reckoning of the author, is to set history right and also ensure that this memory does not die.

    On the whole, there are 24 essays in this book, divided into five sections and covering different events and periods in Nigeria in the last twenty years. The topics are hot and engaging. The ideas focus extensively on the need to reappraise the basis for unity; the reasons why the country is stunted in all facets of its development, its progress, its infrastructural provisions and so on. All the issues raised are haunting.

    Starting with the title: Thoughts on Political Class, September 1993, the author is emphatic that the cancellation of the June 12 election has revealed the greedy side of the amorphous conglomeration called the political class.

    In other words, the political class has not contributed meaningfully to the enhancement of the nation-state. “It is instructive to note that our political class lacks political will; that the only thing in its political arsenal is rabid opportunism and consummate greed. Therefore, it quavers and totters any time its interests appear to be threatened. This may sound scathing, but it is the true position of things.” So, squarely and pointedly, the problem of Nigeria is basically that of leadership, mistrust, selfishness and greed according to the author.

    The articles move from the very beginning of military leadership led by IBB to the chronology of Nigeria from 1960 to 2013. At the moment, what is the true condition of Nigeria? Is the country actually on the threshold of progress or retrogression? Where is Nigeria headed? Are we fit to still remain a nation where no one is discussing the basis of that togetherness?

    This is why this book is good for people who want to appreciate the role of human rights activists in the struggle to achieve democracy. It is also instructive to point out areas where leaders have squandered the opportunity to make things work. It is within this context too that the article entitled: A tale of two countries, January 1997, one can see why Ghana was on the precipice while Nigeria seemed to be tottering even in the face of the so- called oil money. In fact, “there is a compelling corollary between Ghana and Nigeria. This similarity is noticeable by everyone, even a first time visitor”. This statement was made in the context of Jerry Rawling’s visit to Abacha in 1997. It goes to show the idiocy in the manner of leadership across board in Africa, with Nigeria being the cynosure of all eyes. However, today, Ghana has moved on, leaving Nigeria far behind in all spheres.

    It remains to be seen how a nation can make concerted progress when all you get are people with sinister sentiments who pay lip service to patriotism, to unity, to love for one another. When will ethnic issues, religious bigotry, political and economic hegemony become things of the past? When will the country itself begin to see itself as a place meant to harbour all interests, all dreams and aspirations? There are a thousand and one questions to attend to in this book. These are questions that border on the continued existence of Nigeria and the author shows how in most of the issues raised in the book.

    In 460 pages, the impunity with which the nation is being run and managed is clearly exposed. Deploying his many years in the struggle and involvement in the core issues to get it right, Onumah provides total insight into the nationhood. The stories pierce the mind and set heart racing.

  • World of mentally- challenged

    World of mentally- challenged

    Last Thursday, the world celebrated its annual World Mental Day. Taiwo Abiodun went round some mental homes run by African traditional practitioners, orthodox doctors and spiritual leaders, and reports. 

    They were many and exhibited different behavioural patterns, but were all given equal treatment. The violent ones had their hands or legs chained while the non violent ones were left unchained. While some soliloquised, some sang and danced round, hitting the air with their fists. Some exchanged blows with the air and then burst into laughter.

    One appeared to be driving an unseen car, as he maneuvered, applying imaginary brakes, pressing the throttle and clutch, while at another time, he would  be controlling traffic where there were no vehicles!.

    A young man as tried to catch an imaginable object; he jumped up trying to catch what he called a fish. A lady held on tightly to a Bible, read from it aloud and asked this reporter to tell the world that she is Angel Gabriel who fought the devil. One, about 12-year-old came up to this reporter to say that she lost her job because she married another wife for her husband who is currently in America, but begged not to tell him (husband). Another young lady who was chained said she had been looking for this reporter to discuss an important issue with him as she had done with Presidents Bill Clinton, Olusegun Obasanjo, Barrack Obama, adding: “I once had triplets for Michael Jackson and Bob Marley who were once commissioners in Adedibu’s cabinet in Paris.” She beat her chest and swore to high heavens that she would soon become the President of Ethiopia where she would be a judge over Anini and Lucozade

    A lady, called Madam Z, wore stockings, using wall papers as headgear and was full of smiles. She promised to marry this reporter if he gave her five naira but when she was given 50 naira she prostrated and rolled on the floor to thank him. Later, she showed me a shop where she lives with her daughter, and said she was no longer interested in the marriage earlier consummated with me as she was pregnant for another man. She showed her flat stomach. An inmate was laughing uncontrollably throughout while some slept and snored like toads. Some asked this reporter to come and interview them while a few others asked him to go away or else he would be wounded. They argued with themselves, murmured, struggled, laughed or screamed.

    While some of these mentally ill were manacled either on their legs or hands, others who are not violent were either walking freely or doing menial jobs in the vicinity. But in another place (an orthodox psychiatric home), nobody was chained.

    Yes, these are the funny but pathetic stories of people with mental health challenge who are receiving treatment in places this reporter visited. It was claimed that some became mentally sick as a result of abuse of hard drugs, others due to depression, while it is believed some might have been cursed and others inherited their unsound state of the mind.

    Although some believe in a medical solution, some prefer receiving treatment in churches, while others would rather go to traditional healing homes to seek solution.

    At Neuro Psychiatric Hospital, Yaba

    The environment is clean, hardly would you see any patient roaming about. One can only hear the noise of these patients in the Emergency Ward and also in their wards. No visitor is allowed to go into the wards except the family of the patients. There is confidentiality.

    In the vicinity are recreational facilities where they play volleyball, basketball and what have you. There is tight security even as the nurses and doctors are vigilant and gave instructions that no pictures be taken. As this reporter went round, there was no clanging sound of chains on any of the inmates.

    How they are treated

    According to a Consultant Psychiatrist, Dr.Olugbenga Owoeye, the head of Training and Research, Federal Neuro Psychiatrist Hospital, Yaba, who has been practicing for the past 16 years: “the way they treat the mentally ill persons here is different from the way the churches and trado- medical treat theirs. We don’t chain them here; that is barbaric and inhuman to chain anybody with mental illness. We don’t make use of chain. At least you have gone round the hospital, did you see anybody in chain? There are medications to restrain anybody chemically – that is what we call chemical restraint. We would give injection and he would come down. We don’t need to restrain him.” He explained further, “there are various types of malaria, like we have different types of malaria, typhoid, hypertension, diabetes, we have many psychiatric causative agents ranging from depression, to mania, bicolar disorder, schizophrenia, substance abuse that may have complications. Our approach is bio-psychosocial. We give medications to treat and we have various types of medication which try to control or treat the symptoms and all these abnormalities would go.”

    Owoeye said the crude method some are using now is no longer in use. “There was no medication for mental illness until 1950, so 1950 was the time that lagartene was discovered. But before then most of the mentally ill were physically restrained and brought here. Before 1950, this place was called Yaba Mental Asylum, so they just restrained them physically with rope or chain and put them in a dungeon. There used to be a dungeon.  In the colonial days, no form of treatment, nothing. Some would recover naturally while others would die in the process. But since 1950, the advent of medication by biological treatment has improved a lot and we don’t need to tie anybody. “

    Owoeye affirmed that some of the patients get healed naturally, saying “there are some conditions that will run their course, like depression – for 6-12 months – and the patient will come out, but how many people will be able to sustain or afford to wait until that recovery? The suffering will be too much. Some conditions can be resolved naturally but it takes a long time and it will also come back, so the best is to intervene and treat.” While not dismissing the efficacy of prayer, he said that “the modern approach is biological, which is the modality use of medication, psychological intervention and social treatment. By the time you pray alone, what about the neuro transmitters that have gone wrong in the brain? You have to control that first. Prayer works but it has to be in conjunction with the medication, so as you are taking your medication you also pray so as to get your result.”

    Mysteries behind mental illness

    Owoeye said that many of these mentally ill are either brought from or dumped in some towns, while many trek from one town to another.”Some trek long distance because they are mentally sick. They trek gradually. Some die on the way because they trek and they cannot make mental judgement of the distance. One trekked from Ilorin to Lagos. She was brought here by a Good Samaritan and was treated here, when she recovered she gave us her address and was later reunited with her family. Meanwhile, the family had thought she had died after she had not been seen for two years. Recently, one was killed along Mowe and was rotting. Some will not know that a vehicle is coming and would run into it and get killed.”

    On the record of deaths, the psychiatrist wondered over the mystery surrounding it and said, “I don’t know how God does it, they don’t die like that. We rarely record death here. Most of the mentally ill don’t die from mental illness at all. It is a strange thing here. If it occurs it’s only once in one year or six months.” He continued: “they don’t die here, we have 535 beds here. And if anyone dies we would be running helter skelter to find what could have caused it, but definitely not from mental illness, it is mysterious that they hardly die from the illness.”

    Contrary to some people’s opinion that curse is one of the major factors that cause mental illness, Owoeye said it has not been scientifically proved. He added, “I don’t know, this cannot be scientifically proved. Most of the conditions, when they say it is a curse, they are brought here and are given medication and they get well and recover. These are myths, it’s part of the myths about mental illness. Some say it is contagious, and some say if their saliva touches you, you too will develop it, they are not true.”

    He also castigated those using herbalists or trado medical and churches to cure mental illness, and added, “I don’t subscribe to these. Some of the conditions affecting the older people are related to peculiarities, either physically or psychologically. With old age some may develop high blood pressure, diabetes and other chronic physical conditions which tend to affect their psychological well being because they have to be on medication for long. So you will agree with me that all these things don’t have a place in traditional healer’s home; not that alone, some of these old people are suffering from loneliness, from nest syndrome, that is when people tend to advance in age after their children would leave them alone, so they are bound to develop psychological loses. One may die earlier, leaving the other, so they are bound to develop psychological problems. Some don’t have pensions on retirement and those who have don’t get it regularly, as a result of this they live in abject poverty, all these tend to affect their psychological well being and lead to distress with mental illness.”

    Alfa Yakubu Agbaje, a trado-medical mental home

    At No 2, Olomowewe Street, Blessed Estate, Ijoko, Ifo Local Government, Ogun State, is a trado medical practitioner known as Alfa Yakubu Agbaje. An okada rider boasted that there is no man born of a woman that has mental illness who would not be healed by Agbaje.

    Born about 63 years ago, he is known as the man who has antidote for healing the unsound mind or rather put it, the mentally ill. He has handled many cases, both mild and chronic ones, which many had thought couldn’t be redeemed.

    In his compound are herbs and leaves, meant for treating different mental illnesses. According to him, he inherited the profession from his late father whose business was taking care of the mentally ill persons. “I did not jump into it by accident. I was once a bicycle and watch repairer before my father lured me to go into it and said it is my calling. Since 1982, when I started it, I have not gone back to any other business.”

    His method of treatment

    According to Agbaje, he uses herbs, powdery substance, special soap, leaves, among other things to treat his patients. “I use 16 cowries, some leaves, special soap and powdery substance for healing of the mentally ill people. If there is need to offer sacrifice I would ask through my 16 cowries and we would do it, but if there is no need then that means we don’t need it.

    “When a patient is brought to me I would first of all inquire from his family what could have caused it; if it is caused by drug, for example Indian hemp, I would make sure he is healed and refrained from taking it again before I commence the treatment. If he is the violent type, we are ready for him, for he would be chained. We have our chains here, we are prepared for the violent ones. When he sees a superior hand and when he is chained for one week, he would definitely calm down.”

    He, however, defended the use of chain, as he said with confidence that “they would not run away or wound whoever is in their vicinity; that is the essence of using chain to tie them down in one place. We also use cane, we use it on them and they are always frightened each time they see cane, thus they obey whatever we tell them to do.”

    He continued: “In the morning, the first thing I ask my patient to do is to have a special bath with specially prepared soap, then give them local herbs by 8am to drink and in the afternoon they would be given a prepared powdery substance with some liquid oil substance to drink and in the evening a special hot cornmeal is prepared for them with some ingredients that are highly medicinal.”

    Agbaje said the healing duration for a mentally ill person varies from four months to one year and five months, depending on the degree of the sickness.

    On how much he charges, the trado-medic said he used to charge between 4, 000 and 7,000 naira in the past but he now charges between 120,000 and 200,000 naira.

    He boasted about those he has healed: “I have healed many people. I remember the new client I once healed. The man is married today with two wives and eight children. He has built two houses and he is using a Toyota Camry car, and many others I cannot mention their names.”

    Apart from drug-related causes of mental illness, Agbaje said other causes like hereditary and curses laid on someone are major factors.”One day, an old man was insulted and denigrated by a bus conductor who refused to give the old man his change in a commuter bus while on our way to Abeokuta three or four years ago. The old man later cast a spell on the bus conductor and he immediately started laughing and gesticulating maniacally. When we sensed danger, we started pleading with the old man until he placed his left hand on the poor boy’s chest and invoked some incantations and he regained his consciousness. We all thanked him but I refused to continue the trip in the vehicle with the old man again. Our children should respect the aged to avoid being cast a spell on.”

    Pa.Ezekiel Oladeinde of Ori Oke Ipa Eniyan Ko To

    On the walls of his house are quotations of some Bible verses and passages. He does not also joke with prayers. “Just believe in Our Lord Jesus Christ and you will receive everything,” he said.

    The church compound is big and neat. There was service going on in the church. One could see some mentally challenged individuals chained while others were strolling about freely. The place was peaceful with some of the pastors holding their Bibles and praying.

    Oladeinde said he does not know his real age but claims he is over 87years.The octogenarian said he has been on this Ipa Eniyan Ko To Mountain, Ifo in Ogun State since 1954 and God has since been using this mountain to heal people from their insanity. Oladeinde, who is advanced in age, said, “I cannot remember any date, for I did not write it down but I know I had been on this mountain six years (1954) before Nigeria got her independence (1960).

    On how he came to be healing the destitute, the octogenarian replied, “I am not the healer but Jesus. But I know that a strange old man once appeared to me physically several years ago on this mountain and asked me to call the mountain Ori Oke Ipa Eniyan Ko To. He said this place would be a place of prayer and since then people who come here have been receiving healing from different ailments. A mentally ill man was brought here from overseas several years ago, they said they were directed here by the same old man who appeared to me, but I told them I don’t heal mentally ill person and I have no idea of such. While saying this, the sick man became conscious and asked where he was; that was how he became normal and was healed. I cannot count the number of those who got healed here. Another man who was mentally ill was again sent here, he was referred here by that same mysterious old man and I prayed for him and he got healed. The fact is that immediately the sick are brought here they are healed and I don’t know how it is done. Mine is to preach the gospel to the world. That was how this place became more popular.

    Asked whether he adds local medicine or if there is any secret of his healing, the man declared: “I don’t use any other thing apart from prayer. I was once challenged by a broadcaster on this matter and I asked the man to come and search my rooms. In fact, you are free to search all these rooms while I will go out. But I repeat Jesus is the only healer. Those receiving healing are receiving from Jesus, not me. Whoever comes here will be healed and I don’t know how they are healed.” On how he treats the destitute, the old man said, “when I preach the gospel and it enters into them, they would be revealing what they did that caused their problem. Like some would confess they were looking for money, some would disclose that they were in secret cults while some would confess that they were looking for power at all costs before finding themselves in the situation they were brought here.”

    Oladeinde has a message for the nation: “Look at all our leaders in the country, they are not well. They need treatment. Our leaders are suffering from mental illness. Let it be published, if you don’t publish it, please don’t use this story.”

    However, Oladeinde said they do chain some stubborn ones among the destitutes when they are stubborn.”Now, some doctors are coming here from the Lagos University Teaching Hospital (LUTH) every Friday trying to give us support. They said God sent them here to us and that when the evil departs from these destitutes they will take care of the body,” Oladehinde told The Nation on Sunday

    On how much Oladeinde charges on treatment, he swore and said he does not charge any fee. “I don’t demand for tithe, or levy fee, even for the Church. God is the one doing it and feeding me.”

    Pastor Titus Idowu Sorunke, the next in rank to Olaseinde, added to Pa Oladeinde’s claimsby saying that “there is a place called Abe oparun (Bamboo tree) where you receive miracle, but with the conditions that you must abstain from sins, iniquities and by talking to God who will surely heal you.”

    SO Said Charity Home

    Managed by Mrs. Concern Martins, the environment is clean. Destitute here are into weaving, sewing, beads making, cooking and environment sanitation. Martins said she eats from the same pot with them. She started in the year 2000, when she started taking the destitute from the streets and taking them to the hospital for medical treatment. She said one needs a lot of patience and tricks in order to evacuate them from the streets. “Taking these people from the streets is not easy. Firstly, you have to familiarise yourself with them. Ask the people living around the place what these destitute love most, if it is gala, cigarette, sweet or what have you. Then we would be going there from time to time until they too get used to us and we would eventually carry them to the Charity Home,” was how Martins put it.

    According to her, the destitute are treated according to their areas of challenges. “We take them to Yaba Psychiatric Hospital for treatment or General Hospital (now (LUTH), Ikeja or Isolo General Hospital. We had some expectant women, children driven away from their homes when the families discovered their mental condition.”

    She frowned against chaining them with irons and tying them with rope and using cane on them. “We don’t chain them, if they are aggressive, we would take them to the hospital and get them treated. In fact, we know the way to talk to them, some of our staff would ‘befriend’ them and they know who their friends are among us and they listen to and obey them. Language is another thing, if one knows and can speak their language they become happy and would listen to you. Those who are chained in other places have marks on their legs and hands. Here, we don’t chain them, it is quackery .You can see the chains would leave injuries on their legs and hands. We are even campaigning against such to families who chained family members in a room and serve them food there where they defecate too in the same room.”

    Martins said she makes sure her staff go for training with the NGOs and the government on how to handle these people.”We send our staff for training by the government and some NGOs on how to manage these people. They are human beings like us but found themselves in this condition.”

    A stigmatised condition

    Martins said some of these destitutes, whether brought to SO SAID HOME by families or by good Samaritans, are eventually abandoned by their families and she has no choice than to be taking care of them. Listen to her: “This home should not be a permanent place for them, but a transit. Many of these destitute don’t know where they came from again. When Nigeria shared the states they did not know again. So, many have stayed for too long. They can only remember the names of their siblings but not places, and that is why we expose them to guests whenever they come visiting, some would spot a guest and recognise her or him and these are people many thought had been lost or died.”

    Continuing, she said,”when they are well and okay, we trace their families to their towns and villages, but many would still deny them to be part of their family. Some would quickly relocate from the house in order not to be identified with these people who are certified okay by doctors. I have seen a lot and we have no choice than to bring them back here so that they would not go back to the street again.”

    However, all those taking care of mentally ill patients believe that it is myth that those who take care of the destitute run mad towards the end of their lives. They say there can be nothing farther from the truth!

  • Seed of tears

    Seed of tears

    Title: A Wrong Time to Weep
    Author: Soji Obebe
    Publishers: Emmanuel Publications, Ibadan
    No. of Pages:123
    Reviewer: Dele Akindoyin

    To a good creative writer, no matter how commonplace a theme may be, a mind -blowing tale can be woven from it. So one could say of vengeance on which we are having a second helping from Soji Obebe’s book entitled A Wrong Time to Weep. The first, The Payback was released in 2012.

    In A wrong Time to Weep, the author concludes, somehow, the Jonas Bello versus Sola’s story, a story of betrayal, deceit, raking up of old wounds and paying back evil doer in own coins. The lose ends in The Payback are tied up in A Wrong Time to Weep to make a lasting impression.

    It will be recalled that in The Payback, the story terminates where Sola employs a debt collector who engages a soothsayer to cunningly make Jonas to pay more than he owes.

    In A Wrong Time to Weep Jonas weds Tinu, a secondary school teacher who on realizing that Jonas could not father a child succumbs to the advice of her friends and takes in from outside. Jonas discovers this deceit after two issues but before he could react, Tinu packs out with the children without trace. Having ascertained his impotence, he sets out to find the daughter he initially disowns as it dawns on him that he would have no one to leave his estate to when he closes his eyes in death.

    In his search for the girl, he discovers to his grief that the girl is no more. He suffers psychologically, his health fails and he dies. The story is judgemental if not didactic; the protagonist is dealt with.

    Looking at this story, one can safely conclude that the author has only tried to warn against shirking ones responsibility. Men and women should own up to their short comings and be prepared to make amends when they wrong others. Also it rams home the point that to the Africans, marriage without issues is an egg without yolk. If not so why should Jonas be bothered about having no issues to inherit his estate?

    In a way, another lesson is seen in what happened to Edem, Jonas’ colleague at Gilbratar Insurance Company. The guy employs unfair method to attain the post of CEO but loses his life on his first official trip outside the country. Before then, colleagues in the office hate him like shit because he is conceited. Our human relations in workplace should be good.

    On style, the author presents the story in an easy-to-grasp diction. In fact it reads like a feature article in a newspaper. The story is quite enthralling; once one is sucked in, it becomes difficult to put it down. In physical appearance the handy publication is neat and attractive. Those who are scared of reading voluminous novels should avail themselves of this novella.

  • Young Nigerian dominates again in Literature

    Young Nigerian dominates again in Literature

    The Golden Baobab Prizes for African Children’s literature, set up to celebrate and inspire the creation of enthralling African children’s stories, have announced the 2013 prize long list with seven  Nigerians nominated  in different categories.

    More inspiring is the fact that the youngest person on this list is Nigeria’s  born Fego Martins Ahia (Ogenefego Ahia) who is not only the youngest on the long list, but also the only Nigerian in his category (The Golden Baobab prize for rising writers)

    Fego was born in1995, in Lagos. He comes from a humble background of disciplined parents whose encouragement has helped him develop a passion for excellence.

    Fego is also a first year student at Tufts University in Massachusetts, USA. He grew up surrounded by his father’s small library which ignited his imagination. He attributed this to why he started writing at a very early age.

    The Golden Baobab Prize for Rising Writers, which is for talented young writers below the age of 18, longlisted Fego for his story titled “The little secret,” which is a story about Kamila, a little girl from East Kenema who is curious about her father’s friend, Pa Camara, and goes to many lengths to figure out his little secret.

    Reacting to his nomination, Fego exclaims excitedly, “I feel deeply honored and humbled to have made the longlist of this year’s Golden Baobab Prizes. This is indeed a big dream come true as it was such an illuminating experience writing a children’s story that spoke to my roots in gentle whispers. Thank God for Golden Baobab.”

    Apart from his recent achievement of being longlisted for the Golden Baobab Prizes, this passion saw to it that Fego was shortlisted twice for the Litro/IGGY International Short Story Award, receiving a bronze essay award from the Royal Commonwealth Society as well as winning the inaugural Ugreen Foundation Short Story Prize.

    Other Nigerians on the longlist are:

    Ayibu Makolo (the author’s pseudonym) – Madam’s Maid and the Little Yellow Frog

    Ayibu is a medical doctor who presently lives in Scotland with her family.  She has been writing since she was a child but only began to make her work public this year. She enjoys reading classics and travelling around the world.

    Philip BeghoThe Princess with a Golden Voice and the Two-Headed Monster

    Philip is an award-winning author who has published over a hundred books. He has worked as a journalist, a lawyer, a banker and a university lecturer, and has also engaged in film and theatrical productions. Philip now writes children’s stories fulltime.

    Uchenna Edith -SusanChristmas in Kemah’s Home Town

    Uchenna is a freelance writer whose greatest passion is to inspire and empower the African mind through her writing. She is currently working on several chapters of books for children, as well as contributing articles to her favorite websites and blogs.

    Nneoma Ike-Njoku – Elelenma

    Nneoma’s decision to study Lieral Arts and Sciences at St John’s College in Santa Fe is the extension of a childhood desire to “know everything” that never disappeared.

    Besides writing, Nneoma enjoys drawing, sculpting and attempting to cook. She loves food and travelling; she enjoys how a new place makes a person breathe somewhat differently.

    ‘Tunji Ajibade In the End

    ‘Tunji is a Communications (Writing/Editing) Consultant, Literary Administrator and newspaper columnist. He lives in Abuja, Nigeria. ‘Tunji has published short stories, dramas and children stories – many of which have either won, or have been nominated for awards.

    Olorunfunmi TemitopeGrandma’s Hens

    Olorunfunmi is a graduate of Fine Arts from Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. He is the Lagos Liaison Officer of Life in My City Arts Festival. He writes poetry, short-stories and is presently working on his debut novel.

    The Golden Baobab Prizes for literature has since its establishment in July 2008 inspired the creation of riveting African children’s stories by gifted African writers. The Prizes invite entries of unpublished stories written by African citizens irrespective of age, race, or country of origin. The Prizes are organized by Golden Baobab, a Ghana-based pan African social enterprise dedicated to supporting African writers and illustrators to create winning African children’s books.

    The organization’s Advisory Board includes renowned authors Ama Ata Aidoo, Patrice Nganang, Jay Heale and Maya Ajmera.

    Golden Baobab is supported by Echoing Green, Reach for Change, the Global Fund for Children and The African Library Project.