Category: Arts & Life

  • ‘How we lost contact with Sade Adu’

    ‘How we lost contact with Sade Adu’

    Yetunde Oladeinde was recently in Ikere-Ekiti, the ancestral home of the world renowned singer Sade Adu. In this report she chronicles her meeting with members of her family.

     

    It’s a Thursday evening and you are in Ikere-Ekiti in Ekiti State. Then someone points at a structure in the neighbourhood saying it belongs to Sade Adu’s grandfather. There is no mistaking that name. Sade Adu, the Nigerian singer, musician and model who has put the name of the country on world map long before many of today’s music stars were born.

    A well-heeled family

    Other structures owned by members of the Adu family are only shown to you and you know it is indeed a well heeled family. And they are indeed proud of this ‘daughter of the soil’ and wished she visits home more often!

    You get curious and want to know more about the family. You take a look around the buildings and you get different versions of her family’s history, especially the fact that they have recorded a number of firsts. This takes you deeper and deeper into the family tree of the singer, song writer and music producer whose fame and achievement made the nation proud especially in the eighties.

    A neighbour pays tribute to Sade’s father, Prof Adebisi Adu, the Nigerian lecturer who married an English district nurse, Anne Hayes, in 1955. A spot is pointed out to you, “He (Sade’s father) was buried somewhere here initially but when they were having road expansion his body had to be exhumed and it was taken to a new site.”

    James Adebola Adu, brother to Sade’s father lives in the neighbourhood and you finally locate his house somewhere close by. He receives you warmly and happily he goes down memory lane to talk about his late brother, family history and life as an engineer. “Sade’s father and I are from the same mother and father. The Adu family is situated in Afao in Ikere-Ekiti. Our father was Josiah Alawemo Adu, a popular chief.”

    Ask him about what he admired about his brother and he laughs, looks up in the sky as if he trying to find answers to your question and he continues: “My brother was a lecturer at the University of Lagos. He later became a professor.”

    Memories are made of these

    What are the things they share in common? “He came with his life and I came with mine. Share? I came to do my own thing in this life and he also came with his own agenda. We had nothing similar. We only share the same blood. I respect him and anytime I need his service I go to him and anytime he needs my assistance I also go to him.”

    Next you want to know what he does for a living and he answers this way: “I am an engineer, I am retired and also tired.” You take a look around and you find some of the things he does around. “That is what I do when there is nothing to do. I worked as an engineer in Dunlop and retired in 1993. I did some electrical sales in Lagos before moving here. I sell some parts and do some minor repairs, which is what I do now.”

    Why did he decide to go into engineering? “First I joined the Police Force and was there for about three years. At a point I wasn’t interested in what was going on and so I left the Police. Then I went to Yaba College of Technology where I bagged my OND. From that point, I went straight to Dunlop and I worked all my life there, and never changed job. I love engineering very much. After my education at Yabatech, I would say that Dunlop was almost like a higher institution to me. You know, they had all the equipment and I had the opportunity to work with all the machines. At the latter end of my career I became the chief electrical engineer, which made me work everywhere. We worked mostly in the night. I was the most senior man on duty, morning afternoon and night. This made me know so much about engineering.”

    So, did this experience change his life? “Yes. I earned a very good salary, lived very well. I married and had children, eight of them.” You also want to know if any of his children followed his professional footstep. “The only one who read engineering is dead. All the others include accountants, teachers and other professions.”

    What about music, is anyone singing like Sade? He replies: “When you talk about music there are lots of musicians in my family. On my mother’s side that is their business, we have a lot of them, they are just local musicians. That is the talent that we have. The real local music, my mother was also very good in it.”

    Dunlop wound down its business in Nigeria recently, as an insider what really happened? “Well, I had left before they decided to move to Ghana. They moved to Ghana but I don’t know what happened. Everything collapsed and I don’t know the situation now.”

    Sade, the family’s icon

    Are you in touch with Sade Adu? “No! When I was in Lagos she used to phone me, she wrote me once. I used to talk to the mother, I used to talk to her brother, Banji.But since I moved down to Ikere I lost my phone and I don’t have any contact. For the past four years now, I would like to have the contact if I have the means. Sade is a nice girl. During the time I was in contact with them (with her brother), they used to send me a lot of money.” When last did she come to Nigeria? “She was born here and when her father died about 18 to 20 years ago she was here.”

    Sade’s grandfather Pa Josiah Adu was the Baba Egbe of African Church Cathedral, Afao, Ekiti. “In fact, he was one of the strong members of the church who fought cultism in the society and so they compensated him with that title. By the time the church was to be built there, there were lots of occult people who ganged up against it vehemently.”

    A brave grand father

    History had it that when the foundation of the church was to be laid, the cult people went to the piece of land overnight and planted maize which grew that same day in order to scare people away! “By the time the masons and those who were to dig the ground for the foundation laying got there, they were scared, but Pa Josiah went there, took a cutlass and weeded everything and he stood by them to start the construction. That was how the church was erected.”

    Adu continues: “During his time he was a cocoa merchant, he gave people money to train their children in exchange for cocoa. He was a lover of education and that was why nearly all his children went to school. Majority of them went to Christ School, which was a missionary school and in terms of quality of education it was one of the best then. He was a religious man to the core and a polygamist. Sade grand’s mother happened to be the second wife and their mother too was a renowned businesswoman. She stayed most of the time in Ikorodu, Lagos State, and at a time she was referred to as ‘Iya Ikorodu’.”

    She stayed there and carved a niche for herself selling traditional medicine and herbs. “That was what she was known for until shortly before her death, she had to retire and came home. Sade’s father was the first born of the mother and second born of the father,” Adu said.

    The Adu family is quite large and they have a lot of achievers in Nigeria and in the Diaspora. “Some of the Adus have featured in the Olympics; these includes Bunmi Adu, who represented the country in chess. He is one of the grandchildren. There is another member of the family who retired as General Manager at Afprint Textiles. Sade’s father, by records, happened to be the first Statistics graduate in the country and one of the first graduates in Ekiti. He was a lecturer at the University of Lagos. Of his children I know Sade and Banji very well, their mum is Anne Adu and she is based in the United Kingdom. Then they used to come home but there are speculations that they had other siblings from another woman.”

    On the major road you would find the family house and the building next to it used to be the cocoa store. Adu stated further: “At the moment, one of the Adu family members who is a pastor is using the facility as a church; it’s called King of Kings Christian Assembly. He is also a returnee from England after he had spent most of his time there and studied Mathematics. He is Pastor Rufus Adu. In the government of Governor Kayode Fayemi administration, there is Richard Adu, a retired engineer with Ilesha Breweries. We also have Biodun Adu, a medical doctor who was formerly with the UCH, Ibadan who is now in London practising Medicine.”

    In conclusion, he has a word of advice for President Goodluck Jonathan. “As far as Jonathan is concerned, I love him. He is trying his very best. I love his administration but I think he is weak about the Boko Haram thing. I believe that there are big guns behind them and that is why he is afraid. My advice is that he should not be afraid of them.”

     

  • ‘My life as an interpreter for Presidents’

    ‘My life as an interpreter for Presidents’

    Mr. Muyiwa Philip is a polyglot and certified leading international interpreter. Sunday Oguntola writes on the astounding encounters of the multi-linguist with Presidents and Heads of States as well as his battle with cancer.Mr. Muyiwa Philip is a polyglot and certified leading international interpreter.

    He wines and dines with Presidents and Heads of States. At the last count, he has been with hundreds of them in the last 40 years. The list is as intimidating as interesting: President Nelson Mandela, Bill Clinton, Jimmy Carter, the late Kwame Nkrumah, the late Sekou Toure and the late Julius Nyeyere, among others.

    Many of them share intimate moments and secrets with him. Yet, it is so easy to miss the unassuming, down-to-earth, high-flying Nigerian rubbing shoulders with the high and mighty. Welcome to the amazing world of Mr. Muyiwa Philip, arguably Nigeria’s leading interpreter.

    His career as an interpreter began in 1973 with the Africa Development Bank (ADB), Abidjan, Cote d’Ivorie during a board meeting. Before then, he appeared under supervision in Geneva at a UN session. Since then, there has been no looking back for the Ogun State -born interpreter.

    The glamour of interpretation

    Working as an interpreter has opened unimaginable doors for me. According to him, “You get to sit one-on-one with Presidents and Heads of State. You dine with them and talk without hinderance. They call you at awkward times, asking for your advice and to talk on their behalf. You get to see the dynamics and intricacies of becoming a Head of State.”

    He has also travelled to all continents of the world and over 50 nations for speaking engagements. These trips come with numerous fringe benefits such as staying in the best hostels and access to the corridors of power. Philip has seen so much of the glamour in the highest places that he is no longer impressed. “These days, they don’t matter to me anymore. I have seen it all,” he stated.

    Aside the prestige, the profession also pays well. Philip, who works with international bodies such as ECOWAS, AU, ADB, UN, World Bank, among others, disclosed that an average interpreter does not make anything less than $500 every six-hour. “Six-hour means you do only three-hour per day and rest for the other. That is what you are allowed to do for a day. You are not expected to do much more because it demands much mental exertion,” he explained.

    On his encounters with Heads of States, he said: “I have worked with over 1,000 Presidents over the last 40 years but only few caught my fancy. Abroad, I worked for Mandela and I am grateful for it. I worked for Nyerere, Sekou Toure, Kwame Nkrumah and Bill Clinton.

    “I have never worked with George Bush. I was invited but I declined working for him because I hate his violent personality. Another thing about the job is that you work only for those you want. It is like freelancing. You choose who you want and refuse assignments with people you don’t really like.

    “In Nigeria, I am fascinated by (Gen Yakubu) Gowon though he was too young and untrained (then) for the job he did. If he were a Head of State now, he would have done a better job. I have nothing against all the others but I wished that (the late Maj-Gen Tunde) Idiagbon or (the late Gen Murtala) Muhammed had a chance to transform this country.”

    From medicine to interpretation

    Yet, he would have missed out on all these access and privileges. In 1969, his father sent him to France to study medicine. But he needed to study French to be able to gain admission into medical school. This romance with another language enthralled him and since then he never let go.

    He recalled his transition from medicine to being an interpreter: “It dawned on me in the course of learning to go to the School of Medicine that I couldn’t handle seeing blood. It made me want to vomit. So, I started thinking of what to do to please myself and my father.

    “I was in a student’s hostel and there was this woman, a student who came in. I noticed she was pregnant, which was unusual for a student in the hostel. I started pitying her and would offer her help in house chores.

    “So, we got talking. She asked what I was doing and I said I was at a loss. I told her I was learning French and seemed to love languages. Then, she said, ‘Why don’t you become an interpreter?’ I was like ‘an interpreter?’ She convinced me and I became enthralled by languages. I finished French then went to do Spanish, German and so on.”

    Today, he speaks five languages fluently and has lived in different parts of the world. Besides the glamour of being a polyglot, Philip said he has been exposed to different cultures that have shaped his world view. He said: “I am exposed to the French culture and I have learnt a lot of it from that background. I am not restless like a typical Nigerian. I take lunch break everyday and rest very well.

    “I eat good food and look after my health. We spend too much time looking for money and forget why we are looking for that money in the first place. The French take their time looking after their health and less looking for money. So, when you expose yourself to that kind of culture, you get the better of the two and adapt it as against being just one-way.”

    At a time most Nigerians are shunning learning more foreign languages, he said, they stand to benefit more by becoming multi-lingual. “I find that most positions in international organisations that Nigerians would have taken are lost because we are mono-lingual. Having a second language would give us more leverage in the region.

    “No matter your profession, it is best to have a second language because you will be working with other people from many other countries. We are surrounded by Francophone countries and we are not playing our role well in the region because we are mono-lingual. We pay one third of ECOWAS budget yet we do not get much positions because of language barriers. We have nine French-speaking ECOWAS countries out of 15,” he stated.

    Interpret or perish

    But becoming an interpreter is no mean feat, he warned. The job, he explained, demands much mental exertion and skills. On the technicalities of the profession, he said: “Every profession requires talent but in interpretation you cannot pretend. When an interpreter talks even those who don’t understand the language can know when he is talking rubbish or very good. It is a profession where you must have the talent and show it from day one. That is why there are not many interpreters in the world.”

    Nigeria boasts of less than 50 successful interpreters, he disclosed. There are just about 6,000-10,000 interpreters across the globe. This, he said, is because it is not an all-comer’s field. “Apart from knowing the language well, you must be a very liberal person. If somebody comes and say it is midnight, you don’t look at the sky and wonder if he is mad.

    “You just literally say whatever he has said. At any given time, you must be able to swap your role with the speaker. If he says something you totally disagree with, you say it like that. You must be dispassionate and you are not yourself at any given time.

    “If you interpret for a politician, for example, who is lying, you have to say it without judging. You must even sound more convincing than him in passing that message and not everybody can do that. You must be able to think, process, talk and write at the same time.

    “It is not many people that can do that. If an accountant is talking and launches into figures, you must follow suit by tapping into the part of the brain that handles calculations. A lot of people do not know how to do this even those who have PhD in languages. The mental awareness and dedication to passing a message as it is being done is difficult to do.”

    My battle with cancer

    However, in the last five years, Philip has been managing a prostate enlargement. He discovered after losing a daughter to the ailment in the United Kingdom (UK). He said living with cancer has been relatively easy because he studied so much on the condition. “I have read almost everything available on cancer. I have also travelled to Germany, India, European countries, South Africa, Caribbean countries and so on. I have been to everywhere there is a treatment therapy on it.”

    Cancer, he said, must be demystified for effective management. “I realised the whole world has a different and naïve attitude to cancer. They take cancer as if it is a disease. It a malfunction of the body; everybody is prone to cancer but the propensity for cancer to develop depends on lifestyle. If you eat well, exercise well and avoid stress, the possibility of cancer is reduced to the barest minimum.”

    He explained further: “Cancer is like a family of four children. If they are well handled well, you reduce the possibility of radicalism in any of them. If you mismanage, it spreads to other children. Once in a while, one cancer can begin to over-multiply randomly. If your body is strong enough, the immunity fights it back. But if it overpowers the immune system, it keeps spreading. It is a cellular malfunction or misbehaviour. If you are lucky and know when it starts the reckless multiplication, you are lucky. But if you are unfortunate not to detect early, it is too late to have surgery.”

    He believed chemotherapy is never the way to go with cancer. “In the West, they have surgeries and start bombarding the area with chemo. What happens is that it goes in there with a good intention to fight the cancer but the first thing it does is to destroy the immune system in that area.

    “Any other organ around that area becomes prone. Chemo only suppresses, not kill cancer. But it has killed the immunity of that person and other cells functioning. From the documentations available, the chemo only kills the person not even the cancer again.”

    Philip said those who rest well and maintain healthy lifestyle stand a big chance of living well with cancer for years without hassles.

    He is thinking of turning his 25-acre resort home in Ajilete, Ogun State to a mini-cancer clinic, stating that the ailment is killing more people than what is reported.

     

  • Artistes thrill at countdown festival

    Along with the world’s top tourist destinations, Lagos State played host to a world class cross-over festival on new year’s eve. The bouquet of activities created by the Lagos State government to mark the Lagos Countdown 2012 came to a climax with a thrilling display of spectacular fireworks, laser beam and water projection as never seen before in the entire continent of Africa. This was complimented by rich musical performances by a long list of top Nigerian artistes which include Tu Face Idibia, Omawunmi, Darey, Tiwa Savage, Olamide, MI, Banky W, Skales, Burma Boy, Ice Prince, Brymo, Dr. Sid, DePrince, Durella, Davido, Inyanya, among others.

    The event, in its maiden edition, turned out to be the largest musical concert of the year in terms of artiste performance and attendance. Over 100,000 people converged on the Eko Atlantic City on the year’s eve to welcome the new year in true Lagos style, while millions of people experienced the event via the mass media as well as the social media.

    The Lagos Countdown was featured live on CNN along with other choice tourism and business locations such as Sydney, Tokyo, London and New York, thus elevating Lagos State’s tourism profile and projecting its potentials to the world. According to the organisers of the event, Lagos State Signage and Advertisement Agency, LASAA, the strategic intent for hosting the Lagos Countdown was to put Lagos on the global tourism map in the league of cities as Sydney, New York, London, Paris, Los Angelis and other major destinations that will be commemorating the cross over into the year 2013 in spectacular ways.”

    George Noah, the Managing Director, LASAA, while speaking with newsmen at the Eko Atlantic City, venue of the event, hinted that, “what the agency is doing on behalf of the state government is leveraging the proposition of Lagos as a premium destination for business and leisure.”   The Bar beach end of the Eko Atlantic City became a beehive of major commercial and leisure activities, thronged by thousands of domestic and foreign tourists who were entertained every evening by different artistes at the instance of some of the sponsors of the event who give away various mouth-watering freebees night after night.

    The celebration officially began on Thursday 20th December 2012 as the Lagos State Governor, Babatunde Fashola officially “switched on” the Lagos Festival of Lights, heralding the holiday season. In his remark at the flag-off ceremony, the Governor said that the Lagos Countdown was conceived to create an end of year cross-over tradition that engages citizens of the state, tourists and investors throughout the end of year holiday season.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • ‘I don’t understand feminism’

    ‘I don’t understand feminism’

    Sefi Atta, a trained accountant is the author of three novels and a number of plays. Penultimate week, she presented her latest work, A Bit of Difference to the public in Lagos and had time to interact with fellow artistes and journalists. Edozie Udeze recounts that event

    Penultimate weekend, the art community in Lagos gathered in large number to celebrate one of their own. It was a day when Sefi Atta, one of the foremost writers of her generation presented her latest novel – A Bit of Difference to the public. The occasion did not only offer artistes and art enthusiasts the opportunity to interact with Atta, it was equally a rare moment to discuss many issues affecting writers and writings in Nigeria and other societies across the globe.

    And in the course of the intellectual discourse that followed, Atta was able to handle issues on a wide range of areas. From marriage to writing, to racism, to religious matters, and so on, Atta zeroed in on her style of writing, what informs her themes and why racism outside the African continent has become a global issue. Even the story of Deola Bello, which she handles in A Bit of Difference, critically examines life in and outside Nigeria.

    At 39 years of age, Deola, a Nigerian expatriate in London, is dissatisfied with being single and working overseas. She works as a financial reviewer for an international charity. And when her job takes her to Nigeria in time for her father’s five-year memorial service, she finds herself turning her scrutiny inward. At home here in Nigeria, Deola encounters changes, deep-rooted changes for that matter, in her family and in the urban landscapes of her home. Now, new acquaintances offer her more unexpected possibilities. Her return, therefore, exposes the changes in her society and those of other foreign lands where she has been living for too long.

    Here in this story, like Atta reveals, she uses Deola’s voice to unearth the various images of Africa and the realities of the contemporary Nigerian life. Deola’s voice is incisive, precise, strong and urgent. She captivates the intricate nature of a society at the crossroads of confusion, a society where everything happens, yet there is no decisive and concerted action to show that there is any meaningful progress in sight. The situation is so pathetic that Atta shows how precarious that can be when compared with life being lived across other more developed continents of the world.

    Instructively, Atta handled the interactive session with the precision and boldness of a writer well attuned to her art. When asked if her exposure abroad has helped her to see the Nigerian situation more clearly, she said, “Well, I think I write what I see and what I experience. Even though I went to live abroad (Mississippi, USA) in 1977, I come home often not only to mingle but to also see my people. In other words, I don’t have any other writing experience but what I see in my own country. And this is what I write about all the time.”

    Even though as a writer, Atta comes home and is equally grounded in the affairs of the nation, she agrees that the year 2012 was very productive for her. “I did pretty well in 2012 even though at 49, I wish I can slow down a bit. You can see that the speed is no longer as high as it used to be. Mine has been good because I deliberately concentrate attention on social issues when I write. There is plenty to write about in this country”, she reveals, smiling in the process.

    Asked to comment on the problem of racism and tribalism in America and Nigeria respectively, Atta replied, “Racism is rampant outside the shores of this country. Although it is more carefully applied now, it is still there and will continue to be there. Even in churches in Mississippi where I live, people discriminate along colours and creeds. Here too in Nigeria, ethnic problems abound. But my greatest worry is that life is so cheap in Nigeria. And coupled with that, nothing gets done by government and so the society remains redundant; remains unprogressive year in year out. And so in the midst of all these, a writer’s work has to develop, has to come from somewhere. It is for me then to look deeper, to observe, to ask questions, to interact with my people in order to produce my stories,” she added, while the gathering gave their acclaim.

    After three novels, one of which has been so well acclaimed (Something Good Will Come), Atta agrees that she is happy but not yet satisfied. “I love what I have done so far as a writer. Even as a trained accountant, I often think as a writer and no writer is ever satisfied. We keep imagining, pushing on, thinking and trying to better ourselves … Yes, I don’t want to be seen as a famous writer. I hate the word famous. I only want to be recognised for what I do. Recognition for me is good for a writer. Let the world see and recognise and appreciate what I do.”

    As a writer, Atta said she hates to discuss other people’s work in public or to draw comparison therefrom. “I respect other authors and hate to say whether their works are good or bad. Every writer has something to offer, even though we know there are bad writings too. For me therefore, I just use what happens to me and to people around me to justify my stories. Before I begin to write, I first dream up the story. Essentially, my books explore how women make it in a patriarchal society like ours. It surprises me too how these women find time to overcome issues and become strong in such a society like Nigeria,” she said.

    Asked if she is a feminist writer and whether marriage should be a binding factor for young girls, Atta first played on the issue thus, “Ah you don’t have to be dictated to by the society,” she grinned, turning round to face the large audience. “Well, for me, if you want to marry, go on ahead and do so. After all, there has to be continuity in the society. If you don’t want to get married and then as you approach 40 years, what happens? What do you do at that age? It is not my duty though to dictate to you or decide for you what to do.”

    Concerning feminism which many said reflects a lot in her works, she declared, “I don’t even know what feminism means or what it stands for. But if it means people reading my works and identifying whatever that is in it, I don’t mind. For me, it is the news from home that matters so much.”

    On the whole, Atta promised to do more plays now, which she confessed is less stressful. “I even started out as a playwright. I wrote plays for the BBC which were broadcast. For me, my plays have to have plenty of Nigerian issues, and scenes and events in order to identify with my audience. Although a play is not easier to write, it gives me less pain to do so. Hopefully, I want to write more plays henceforth,” she stated.

    Atta who attended the event in company of her husband, daughter and mother, demonstrated how much strength she draws from her family. Also in attendance were Lagos socialite and former commissioner in the state, Wale Edun, Ogun State commissioner for Health, and son of Nobel Laureate, Wole Soyinka, Olaokun Soyinka, London-based Nigerian writer, Chibundu Onuzo. Others were human rights activist and researcher, Ogaga Ifowodo, culture activist, Toyin Akinosho, and many writers and journalists.

     

  • End of road for grave raiders

    End of road for grave raiders

    Exhuming corpses to make money is becoming a booming trade in Ogun State. But the Police insist the illicit trade won’t subsist with the arrest of three suspects, including a Pastor. Tunde Busari reports

    Wasiu Bakare never imagined that the slight sickness that took his wife, Monsurat, to the Federal Medical Centre, Idi-aba, Abeokuta, Ogun State would alter the course of his life. He was optimistic for a happy reunion with her in a matter of days, especially given the sign that her condition was improving by the day.

    But this never was! Monsurat, on October 23, 2009, breathed her last. Bakare was shattered. The shock was too overwhelming for him to bear even two years after the tragedy. When he was gradually picking himself up and facing the onerous task of meeting another responsible wife, one Mattew Akiode brought another round of sorrow to him and his children.

    Akiode, in the most callous manner, went to the burial site of Bakare’s late wife, dug the grave and severed the head. He alleged that he was contracted by one Micheal Oyewole, an Abeokuta-based Pastor of a white garment church to supply the human skull.

    Bizarre trade

    Bakare nearly passed out when he was told of the odd incident which had attracted the residents of Orelope village, Sabo where he was developing the property on which he buried his wife.

    The 45-year-old recalled: “It sounded like I was not the person concerned. This is because I never ever thought that such a thing could happen to anybody I know, talk less of me. I did not know that what I read in the newspapers about these heartless people is true until this happened.”

    According to him, he had no reason to doubt the character of Akiode whom he could easily vouch for as hardworking young man. This is the image with which many other people in Sabo area and even beyond also know Akiode that they regularly contracted him to do one job or the other for them, particularly when he is off his bricklaying vocation.

    It is for this reason that made Bakare asked him to clear his site being threatened by wild plants. He had earlier tried his hand on the job but found it too heavy to confront. Hence his resort to Akiode on August 28, 2012 with a belief that he would in no time give value for the N2000 he was to offer him.

    The money meant so much to Akiode considering that he was passing through a hard time occasioned by lack of job at hand. So, the job brought the much needed relief to him and he quickly went to the site with his tools.

    While he was busy with cutting the plants, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, reminding him of another contract Oyewole had earlier given him, which, according to him, he declined because of the danger associated with it.

    His fear, however, evaporated into thin air the moment he remembered that N6000 awaited him if he could do Oyewole’s bidding. He roared within and made for the grave of Bakare’s wife.

    “I did not spend much time to dig and remove the skull I needed. I quickly kept it inside a black nylon I found in the bush. Then I made some attempt to call Pastor to tell him that I had got what he had asked me to get to make N6000,”he said.

    To Akioye, the act was a fait accompli and in a record time too. However, one man was some metres away on an elevated platform watching him with disbelief. The man identified as Olalekan Azeez, was trimming fronds on palm tree in an adjoining compound.

    The fear-stricken Azeez could not shout but found his way down and thought of what to do. The thought that a man who could open a grave could crush any obstacle on his way sent jitters down his spine, yet Azeez was determined to expose Akiode.

    Not long afterwards, a group of men emerged on the way from their union gathering held in the area. Azeez ran to them and quickly alerted them of the incident. They rushed to the scene but Akiode was smart enough to have refilled the grave and covered it with grass to give a false look.

    “At first, I was confused because the whole thing did not appear as if he was the one I saw. There was no trace that the grave had been tampered with. But suddenly I came to my sense and insisted that we should search everywhere.

    “We removed the grass from the grave’s surface and saw a fresh earth. This first reassured me. Other people were also searching the surrounding while two of them held Akiode. After some effort we saw the black nylon inside which the skull was kept and we shouted. That was how we caught him and alerted other neighbours in the area,” Azeez said.

    Akiode instantly lost his early confidence and owned up to the crime. While he was frantically pleading for clemency, the people headed for the Ilupeju Divisional Police Headquarters. Akiode became a celebrity of sorts at the Division as everyone who heard his alleged crime rushed to catch a glimpse of a man who desecrated another person’s tomb.

    He was transferred to the Homicide section at the State Criminal Investigation Department (SCID), Eleweeran, Abeokuta. It was during interrogation that he spilled the beans. He pointedly named Oyewole as the brain behind his sacrilegious act.

    “The Pastor also gives me jobs to do like other people. One day as I was doing a job for him he asked for how long would I do the menial job to make good money. He said if I could get him human skull I would make something better than was I was earning from the menial job I was doing. I was scared when I heard this.

    “I was scared because I did not expect such a thing from the man who has a church. I did not give him an answer on that day. I just laughed and continued with my work. So when the thought came to me again on the day I was broke I said to myself that I would do it if I see any grave in inconspicuous area. I said doing this is better than taking gun to kill,” Akiode said.

    Some policemen who were familiar with Oyewole’s name first cast a doubt on the allegation but further probings, especially on the telephone conversation between him and Akiode after the act melted the doubt. In a jiffy, a team stormed the town in search of Oyewole. The effort paid off as he was brought to Eleweeran.

    Oyewole would later deny the allegation Akiode made against him. Although he admitted a relationship with Akiode as he had earlier stated, he took an exemption on the role Akiode alleged he played in hunting for human skull.

    “I would not know why this man is making this allegation against me. I would not know the wrong I have done him to punish me with this allegation. I am a man of God in the service of God. I am satisfied with what God has done for me so far. Then why should I involve myself in this type of dirty thing? I know my God is there watching all over what is hidden to man,” he said as if he were before his congregation during a service.

    Oyewole’s claim of innocence could not bail him out of the mess as he was detained and charged to the Magistrate Court 1 at Isabo on September 5. Both Oyewole and Akioye were charged for Conspiracy and Unlawful possession of human skull. The case was adjourned to October 10 after which it was further adjournment till November 21.

    Police Public Relations Officer of Ogun State Command, Muyiwa Adejobi, an Assistant Superintendent of Police confirmed the on-going prosecution of the suspects but declined further comment on the matter.

    Adejobi, however, commended the effort of the investigating team which handled the matter to the conclusive end, thereby necessitating the prosecution devoid of delay. He said it took meticulousness of his men to establish a strong link between the suspects to the crime.

    “From our end here, we have done what was expected of us in a matter like this and we do hope that the Court also will do justice to the matter when it finally rules,” the PPRO said.

    While Akiode and Oyewole are battling with sleepless nights over the likely punishment awaiting them in the court, one Olorunwa Jimoh is also in trouble for a similar offence. Like Akiode, Jimoh also confessed that his business albeit illegitimate is to search for graveyards from which he exhumes corpses in Ago-Iwoye.

    It was gathered that one Otunba Adekoya, a resident of Adekoya Street in the town, caught him in the act on September 17 after which he raised alarm, culminating in his arrest and detention at the Ago-Iwoye Divisional Police Headquarters.

    The unusual confidence which Jimoh exuded in the presence of policemen painted a picture of an unrepentant man. He even justified his act as a means to survive what he called the hard time.

    “What everybody is looking for is what to eat. This is my own means of making money to feed myself. Abore is the one who buys any part I take to him,” he said defiantly.

    The Police have since commenced a search for Abore who is said to have fled Ago-Iwoye soon after the news of Jimoh’s arrest broke.

    The Police, however, have decided to keep sealed lips on the update of the search. “We cannot tell you how far we have gone so that it won’t affect our job. But I can assure you that he would be fished out to confirm or deny the allegation,” the PPRO said.

  • Using beauty to find peace

    Using beauty to find peace

    Bayelsa is becoming more peaceful by the day. At least, from watching beautiful young ladies strutting to compete in this year’s edition of Miss Peace Bayelsa in Yenagoa recently, it was very easy to relate to the peace and tranquillity which the state has been enjoying.

    The contest was held at the Government House Banquet Hall Yenagoa on Saturday 22nd of September and saw the emergence of a new queen, Gabriel Annie, Miss Peace Bayelsa 2012.

    The maiden edition was held on the 22nd of August 2011 in collaboration with the Bayelsa State Government and managed by Providence Global Resources (PGR) Entertainment Limited to commemorate the Bayelsa Peace Day.

    In 2001, the United Nations General Assembly declared 21st September of each year as the International Day of Peace.

    According to the resolution, ‘the International Day of Peace shall henceforth be observed as a day of global ceasefire and non violence.’

    The director of the Pageant, Seleipre Tonbie, said that the idea of Miss Peace Bayelsa Pageant is to commemorate the international day of peace to promote peace in Bayelsa State and Niger Delta region. “The Beauty Pageant,” he said, “is aimed at creating new role models that will serve as an ambassador of peace in the region.”

    The Niger Delta region was engulfed with hostilities induced by decades of official neglect despite its oil-wealth. This led to arms struggle in the region. Consequently, the agitation in the region took a violent dimension with the proliferation of armed groups all over the region. Organised crimes which involved kidnapping and vandalisation of oil installations continually choked the nation’s economy.

    It would take the granting of amnesty by the late President Umaru Yar’Adua, for a new chapter of dialogue to emerge.

    Tonbie emphasised the essence of peace for accelerated development in Bayelsa State.

    Peace could be promoted, said Tonbie, “through the acceptable character representation becomes pertinent via pageantry which showcases young, intelligent, talented, creative and beautiful females, who believe in their contributions to societal awakening and growth.”

    “Women and children have become the unfortunates in these conflicts because of circumstances beyond their control. The best way to prevent them is to promote healthy and balanced economic and social development in an atmosphere of peace.

    However, a complete success and sustainable peace building is a function of youth participation – the seeds of tolerance must first be sown right into the minds of children as they grow.”

  • Abuja:  The road to Golgotha

    Abuja: The road to Golgotha

    Edozie Udeze recounts his traumatic journey from Lagos to Abuja by road saying it’s like a journey to Golgotha.

    It was Sunday, October 7th.

    At first I couldn’t think of any other alternative but to travel to Abuja from my Ikorodu, Lagos, base by road. In the past three years, I had not been to Abuja by road. This was essentially due to many ugly and horrifying tales told by travelers who did so. The Abuja – Lokoja – Abaji road is bad. In fact, it is hell on earth. You can’t travel up to ten meters without seeing or witnessing one scene of accident or the other. There are so many of such frightening stories, that I was often flustered to contemplate about embarking on any journey to the Federal Capital Territory by road.

    The road to Golgotha

    But this time was different. One, the aviation sector is in tatters. There had been stories of travellers who had slept from many days at the local airport because their flights were either delayed or cancelled. That, indeed, put me off and I felt it would be better if I was disappointed on the road, because then, it would be easier to find an alternative. That was basically why I chose to embark on the trip by road.

    Unfortunately, my nightmares began even before the vehicle (a Toyota Sienna) took off from Ikorodu. After waiting for about two hours for the vehicle to load, the driver, a hungry, skinny and cranky looking fellow probably in his mid-twenties, suddenly opened the bonnet of the car. All he did was to remove the car battery. Hissing severally in the process, he said; “Oh, I hope this battery will make it to Abuja!”

    Instantly, another awful looking fellow who seemed not to be in a hurry for anything scampered around and bellowed into the air, “Take the other battery jo. Abi that one too no good?” he asked. The driver immediately folded his shirt sleeves, peered into the vehicle to see our reaction. He then opened the engine of another Sienna, a moribund car that seemed to have been abandoned for months to replace the battery. After a while, the car roared into life and we became assured that the vehicle was in good order for the long journey.

    The journey began by 8:10a.m. Instead of taking Ikorodu – Sagamu road through Ogijo and Odongunyan, we veered into Ikorodu – Epe – Ijebu road. The driver and some other passengers who were familiar with the terrain quickly explained that that road has been impassable in the past one year. Even the one we took was no better. The road is so bad that the driver never sped beyond 60km.

    A little before Ore, the vehicle began to groan, emitting all kinds of noises. The driver hurriedly parked and all of us immediately jumped out in fear and trepidation. The water in the radiator had suddenly dried up. The fan had stopped working, and the car engine had begun to emit smoke. While on it, a vehicle towing van arrived. We were provided water from the jerry can. After an intermittent hour or so, we took off again, breaking the journey briefly at Ore for refreshment.

    The journey from Ore to Akure proved most traumatic. There were road blocks right from Ondo town into Akure, manned by heavily armed soldiers. The road blocks are more like blockades because the soldiers only allowed the use of one lane which they also made into a zig-zag form. The idea, I was told, was to slow travellers down considerably and then make them submit psychologically to the intimidating presence of the soldiers. And this tactics worked, for no driver in his right senses ever does the wrong thing once he is approaching the road blockade. You either smiled mechanically or pretended to love the soldier attending to you.

    You can spend up to twenty minutes at one road blockade waiting for the soldiers to wave you through. All a soldier would do was to peer sternly and threateningly at the faces of the passengers. Then he would raise his left hand with some level of arrogance while fiddling with the butt of the gun. All these were deliberately done to frighten the daylight out of you. Then he would contort his face and bark with some bottled up venom: ‘move on!’

    A praise gone awry

    At Owo, a few students were seen clearing a bush by the road side with shovels. A soldier had overheard one of them chattering away that these soldiers are too slow. The students’ punishment was to clear the road and fill one of the sack bags with sand. The students were sweating and carrying out their punishment under the scorching sun when we drove past. The same soldier who inflicted the corporal punishment is very notorious on that axis. He his nick named ‘Terror number one’ by commuters.

    Our driver told us about a certain driver who saluted the soldier one day by calling him Onye isi, meaning the leader, but the soldier claimed he called him Onye ohi, a thief. No amount of plea or explanation from the passengers could assuage the soldier. Consequently, he delayed them for three hours and asked the errant driver to frog-jump from one end of the road blockade to the other for one hour. It was when the driver collapsed as if he would give up the ghost that he pardoned him. But then, he had warned: “Next time, I go rake you die, bloody foolish man. God punish your generation.”

    At Akoko, in Ondo State, the problem with the vehicle again resurfaced. This time there was a more durable solution. The water hose from where the water was leaking was discovered. After refilling the radiator and fixing the hose, we took off again. By then it was a little past three o’clock in the afternoon. There was grave fear in our minds; everybody was sceptical about how we could manage the situation at Lokoja. “Ah Lokoja,” one of the female passengers who passed through the route two days earlier, yelled, “We spent five hours there three days ago.” This revelation further dampened our spirits.

    And truly the Lokoja situation was horrific; it was so harrowing that right from Okene, the nature of the bad road and the number of broken down trucks and accidented vehicles naturally frightened us. Lokoja indeed looked like a ghost town, sort of a war zone, long abandoned; a place where the relics of the past stared one in the face. Some houses, filling stations, eateries, motor parks, village settlements, markets were still submerged by flood water. People wore long and sad faces, frowning intermittently to register their agonies.

    Business had come to a standstill. Social life was zero and non-existent. Women sloshed around with their babies and wore their faces in tattered gloom. The little spaces on the road sides served as both home and market stalls for many of them who could still gather some energy to hustle for a living. The whole atmosphere was horrendous and the people did not seem to find hope in their present circumstance.

    The man sitting behind me then said, “This is small now. Last week, we diverted into Lokoja to Makurdi. The whole town was under water. Inside Lokoja alone, we spent ten hours and later got to Lagos two days after. People were crying and begging for food and water.”

    Cursing the leaders

    The long stretch of vehicles from Okene to the end of Lokoja towards Abuja covered over ten kilometers. Many passengers disembarked and began to trek to wait for their vehicles on the Abuja end of the road. Here there was no hurry. All you needed do was to hang on in clusters of groups, discussing Nigeria’s problems. The long stretch brought out the worst in the soldiers as people kicked, caused and hissed endlessly.

    “E no go better for our leaders,” many people caused. “Dis government na yeye. If na abroad, them for don do an emergency bridge for this small portion of the road,” one Charles travelling from Warri, offered.

    Actually as at that Sunday, the portion of the road still submerged by flood was not up to five yards. This was what could have been properly fixed and managed either by filling it with granite or building an emergency bridge to ease off the tension on the road. Many passengers saw the diversion as unnecessary and inconsequential since the terrain was marshy and hazardous. Vehicles found it near impossible to manoeuvre and meander through. Not only that its slippery nature was too cumbersome. The road itself was waterlogged and clumsy at a point and therefore difficult to drive through.

    So with the deliberate presence of soldiers and the long stretch of impatient drivers and their vehicles and tired passengers, both from Lokoja end to Abuja, the journey amounted to a trip to Golgotha. At Lokoja we spent three hours to reach Abuja by 11p.m. Before we got to Abuja however, the vehicle again cracked. The bolts and nuts of the tyres due to constant wear and tear on the roads began to cringe with deafening sounds. This was a little before Gwagwalada. With the help of a torch light from one of the passengers, we fixed it and then continued. The passenger thereafter boasted thus: “Ah I am a professional traveller. There is always a torch-light in my pocket and in all my travelling bags.” The man said he is a staff of the Federal Ministry of Agriculture, Abuja.

    Darkness in the federal capital

    Abuja town was a different experience entirely. Half of the city was in total darkness on arrival. Then being a Sunday, it was difficult to get a vacant room in a hotel. After visiting four hotels, I finally got a guest house on Moses Majekodunmi Street, in Utako area of the city for the night. By then it was well past midnight for a journey that began by 8:10a.m. Before now, the journey from Lagos to Abuja usually lasted for 10 hours.

    Nowadays, it is no longer the same. Passengers see and encounter hell on the roads. Drivers cannot wait to fix their vehicles because of the hurry to make money and also because of the speed with which the bad roads affect and destroy their vehicles endlessly.

    The soldiers on the road, are they for security? If they are, what are they securing? Are they really there to safe guard Nigerians on the roads and make Abuja safer for all of us? I am damned if this is really the correct situation. Abuja itself is not safe, for no one is inside the city to subject you to thorough searches as they do on the roads.

    There must be a better way to secure a city and arrive there without hassles.

  • NLNG shortlist out

    Three novelists have been shortlisted for the NLNG Nigeria Literature Prize.

    The shortlist was made known to the public last weekend after a protracted consideration of the 10 names in the long list. The following are the novelists.

    Chika Unigwe (On Black Sister’s Street),

    Olusola Olugbesan (Only A Canvas),

    Ngozi Achebe (Onaedo, The Blacksmith’s Daughter).

    The final list will be made known to the public first week of next month.

    Thereafter, a ceremony will be held to honour the winner of the one hundred thousand dollars literary prize.

    The award was instituted in 2006 in the four genres of literature.

  • Art of recycling

    Art of recycling

    Art comes with diversity of concepts and for celebrated bone collage artist Godwin Archie-Abia, visual artists owe it to themselves to be versatile. From recycling bones for his artworks, he says that his new method gives the concept of mixed media a new fell. According to the artist, on a visit to his studio, “life is all about recycling and if we as a nation recycle waste, we will be better off.”

    He talks about the piece God’s Last Card which he says should serve as a wakeup call for sleeping Christians. Away from the end-time, doom prophecy message which rend the atmosphere these days, Archi-Abia says that the first coming of Christ signifies God’s last card to the world. He explains that the blood of Jesus Christ is the one atoning for sins as it is the stronghold of every Christian. “Anything that confronts you, if you plead the blood of Jesus Christ, you will have express deliverance that is why as Christians, we need to be on the alert.

    Adorned with biblical quotations to back up his message, Abia exploits mixed media in the form of chipboard, colours and other waste materials. “If you go open the bible and read those scriptures passages on the piece, you will really understand what I am talking about. Christians don’t need to go from one church to the other. Stay where you are and get the mysteries of what you have as a born-again Christian to get triumph of every situation of your life,” he explains.

    In the same spiritual vein, Abia comes up with the work, Our Manual. Just as electronic and other device manufacturers attach manuals to their products, the artiste says, God who created us has given us a manual. “From all the things we are looking for, have we as individuals gone back to the manual that God gives us to look into it and read and know what is wrong in our life?” he asks.

    Much unlike the purported connotation of the Holy Bible as a mystical object, Abia portrays it as a manual for our day to day study. He further strengthens this by the choice of colours, Black and White. “The bible says that righteousness exalts the nation, sin is a reproach. We should go to the manual and read what God tells us on how to move our lives forward. Until we go back to the manual, we would not be able to move forward,” he further adds.

    On the social scene, Archie paints a picture of class struggle as a monster choking the average Nigerian. Titled Class Struggle and aptly so, he breaks the norm of the regular media using used wood comb, plywood, rope and all manner of was to send home his message. “Away from all this syndrome of pulling down people, the basic thing we need is food and shelter. When God gives us food and shelter, we should not play the politics of pulling down one another because the light, posited at the middle of the painting, shines on everybody that looks up to him,” he says of the work.

  • Painful price of peacekeeping

    Painful price of peacekeeping

    Four Nigerian peacekeepers were killed in Darfur recently, Yetunde Oladinde looks at the issues around the recent killings, the controversies in Sudan and more

    Peaceful community and nation is desired by all and sundry. But conflict is inevitable and this brings wars and war-torn zones to every part of the world. Peacemaking, peacekeeping and peace building are therefore very important concepts which experts have had to grapple with over the years.

    At the centre of all these are the personnel which include soldiers and the other volunteers who put in their best to bring about lasting peace. For every soldier, therefore, protecting the lives of others naturally comes first. So as peacekeepers, the urge to be their brother’s keeper is a sacrifice that has been made and they will continue to make.

    Unfortunately, the news of the death of four Nigerian soldiers belonging to the United Nations- African Union Peacekeeping Mission in Darfur during the week came as a big blow to many.

    “They were killed last night some 2km from our regional headquarters in El Geneina. They came under fire from all sides,” a spokesman for UNAMID said.

    It was not the first attack and there was outrage. About two months ago there were renewed fighting between the Sudanese government and rebels from the Darfur region’s Justice and Equality Movement (JEM).

    Both sides confirmed that there had been clashes, but gave conflicting versions of events. Sudan’s army said more than 50 rebels had been killed as they were driven out two areas of East Darfur, while the JEM said it had taken control of three towns near the Abu Jabra oilfield.

    Col Khalid Sawarmi from the Sudanese army then issued a statement saying that 50 of the rebels were killed in the clashes, and many others were wounded.

    He alleged that the remaining rebels had attacked the town of Tabun and fled in the direction of South Sudan after being pushed out of East Darfur state.

    But the rebels told a different story, alleging that they took Tabun and two other towns near the Abu Jabra oilfield.

    The oilfield is in the disputed region of South Kordofan, just over the state border from East Darfur. The apparent fighting in South Kordofan highlights the extent to which JEM operated outside its original Darfuri bases.

    The group recently signed an agreement with other Darfuri rebels as well as fighters from SPLM-North, which operate in the South Kordofan and Blue Nile border states.

    When South Sudan seceded from the north last year, rebels in those states found themselves stranded on the north side of the border in Sudan. Experts believe that the attacks were meant to intimidate and block the Mission as well as expel it from Darfur.

    They also described it as a criminal act and it was denounced by all the displaced. The leaders and displaced also blamed the government of Sudan and its militias for being behind the attack and of similar incidents involving UNAMID and other humanitarian organisations.

    While Nigerians, residents of Darfur and people from around the world condemned the attack, the big question on the lips of many, however, is would this crisis ever end?

    Interestingly, the peacekeeping troops have been in Darfur since 2007. Some 16,000 troops, mostly from African nations, are currently based in the region; 78 have died.

    War broke out in Darfur in 2003, when rebel groups took up arms against the central government. According to the United Nations, 300,000 people have died because of the war. The Sudanese government says 10,000 have died. A peace agreement was signed between the government and one rebel group in 2011, but three other rebel groups have refused to sign.

    UNAMID, the world’s largest peacekeeping mission, was deployed by the United Nations and the African Union in the arid western territory after fierce fighting in 2003 which forced hundreds of thousands of people to flee their homes.

    Violence in Darfur, where mostly non-Arab rebels took up arms against the government in Khartoum, has ebbed from a 2003-04 peak but international efforts to broker peace have failed to end the conflict.

    The International Criminal Court has issued arrest warrants for Sudan’s President Omar Hassan al-Bashir and other officials to face charges of masterminding atrocities in the region where Sudanese troops and allied Arab militias have sought to crush the rebellion. Sudan’s government has also signed a Qatar-sponsored peace deal with an umbrella organisation of smaller rebel groups last year, but the major factions refused to join.

    Most of the international peace operations are established and implemented by the United Nations itself, with troops serving under UN operational control. In these cases, peacekeepers remain members of their respective armed forces, and do not constitute an independent “UN army”, as the UN does not have such a force.

    Of course, there are also cases where direct UN involvement is not considered appropriate or feasible. Here, the Council may consider authorising regional organisations such as the North Atlantic Treaty Organisation (NATO) and the Economic Community of West African States to step and help secure peace.