Category: Monday

  • Whose army?

    Whose army?

    During the June 12 saga, my former editor and once dean of Nigeria’s columnists, Lewis Obi, wrote an unforgettable piece. He titled the article “The Caliphate’s Army,” and he posited that the army had held democracy and Nigeria spellbound because it belonged to the heirs of the Sokoto Caliphate. The Hausa-Fulani elite, that is.

    Recent events compelled me to contemplated Obi’s thesis, and I tried to cast the army of the June 12 era to the present.

    In the June 12 era, the Hausa-Fulani elite was smug, peacocky and ruthless, even in spite of the tempests of protests and resistance. They supposedly held power and controlled the army, including the puffy officers. Today, the commander-in-chief and the chief of army staff are from the same tribe, and it is not Hausa-Fulani. The proverbial table has turned, and the most vociferous critics are from the Hausa-Fulani stock, who have been accused of looking back to their glory days with a royal sense of entitlement.

    But this is not a Nigerian army. It is an army of carpetbaggers. It is because we do not have an army born and bred Nigerian. It is fragile like an orphan. Anyone can own it today, and another tomorrow. That was the thought that overwhelmed me when I read the interview in this newspaper last week with Captain Sagir Koli. He unveiled to our eyes the tale of the Ekiti Election, and how a general (Aliyu Momoh), a buffoon politician now governor (Ayo Fayose ), a businessman (Chris Uba ), the presidency (that implies Goodluck Jonathan) and a raft of Yoruba renegades like Adesiyan and Obanikoro, sat to rig the Ekiti polls. No matter what may have been written about the so-called stomach infrastructure, no one can say with absolute certainty that Fayose won the election. Some have said Fayose won given the acclamation on the streets. If an election is close, that is always a possibility. When soldiers take over polling stations, muzzle the opposition and allow the politicians a free rein, anything is possible.

    When the army holds sway, the civilian is at its mercy. We may now recall the takeaways of the governor of example, Babatunde Raji Fashola, SAN, in which he asked basic questions. One of them was, how could Fayemi have lost in all local governments? It reminds me of the pamphlet titled Commonsense by Thomas Paine during the American Revolution. Captain Koli’s core revelations, not denied by anyone, only show how the army has been captured by the cabal in power.

    So, is it still the caliphate’s army? Not today. It is Jonathan’s army and whomever he puts in charge, including Uba who cruised brazenly into Ekiti with officers while elected governors were shut out.

    I recall some lines from the best war novel ever, All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque. “We came to realize – first with astonishment, then bitterness, and finally indifference – that intellect apparently wasn’t the most important thing… not ideas; but the system; not freedom, but the drill. We had joined up with enthusiasm and with goodwill; but they did everything to knock that out of us.”

    Those lines must mark the disillusionment of Captain Koli. He had the naïve dignity of an officer. He still soared with the ideals of soldiery. Reality choked him into hiding. He should have read the history of the army. Some societies have army with a state, while others have state with an army.  The western societies often began with the elite and they formed militias, including the United States. Once the states are established, the military is canonized as an integral part of society. It marked the transition from feudal to capitalist democracy. The rule of law subjected everything and everybody under the state. Hence no army officer can defy his president and no president can defy the law. Since the law is based on higher values, no group or individual can manipulate the law at the expense of the higher social mores. That was how the developed societies were formed. Even in Ancient Greece and Rome, where all citizens were soldiers, everyone had a sacred sense of their responsibilities. Tensions have existed between the civilian authorities and their generals, but the civilian leader prevailed only within the social values. Lincoln and Macllelan, Churchill and Montgomery, Truman and macArthur. Once al Haig challenged Reagan, and the president proclaimed, “I’m in charge here,” before firing the general. Not hanky-panky of the sort we see today with the service chiefs.

    In 19th century Europe, however, following the hurly burly of the French revolution, some societies, especially Germany under Bismarck and Austria under Metternich, had armies with states. That martial ardour gave us two world carnages – First and Second World Wars – and today they have tucked the bloodthirsty excesses under the clear-eyed vigilance of the rule of law.

    Armies are made to defend societies against external enemies. In West Africa, our soldiers are rooted in the psychology of putting down internal rebellion. The military under the so-called West African Frontier Force in British colonies or Senegalese Sharp Shooters in French ensured that after independence, the soldiers and police did not belong to the country but those who formed them. So when the colonial masters left, the military fell into the hands of the nationalist elite, the politicians, who became the new leaders. Just as civil servants, teachers, city dwellers felt some disconnect with the new state, so did the army.

    W all inherited a post-colonial society. The state was too artificial to belong to anyone. Tribes and tongues differed because there was no brotherhood. Without brotherhood, bonds failed. The only bond – that is, the state – was abstract and distant. Consequently, the army in spite of its discipline and name did not segue into its classic role in a modern state.

    Tribal elites in the cloaks of politicians scrambled for control. We witnessed the struggle in the First Republic between the Hausa-Fulani and the Igbo, and that precipitated a 30-month civil war. Since the Hausa-Fulani prevailed, they ruled the nation until June 12, 1993, which inspired Obi’s seminal piece.

    So, this is not a state with an army. Neither is it an army with a state. Philosophers speak of strong and weak states. Ours is often described as weak. It is wrong language. We don’t have a Nigerian state yet.  We have what Italian philosopher Antonio Gramsci calls the political society. Even soldiers when in power acted more like politicians. We have the politician’s army. The state is so artificial that it exists in names, symbolisms, protocols and documents; a state in body but not in spirit.

    That explains why we even debate whether soldiers should play a role in elections, even when the constitution forbids it and a judge frowns at it. An army denies its former leader’s qualifications because it has a new loyalty. Boko Haram could be born in Nigeria because politicians nurtured it in its infancy. The militancy in the Niger Delta also fattened on politicians. Every politician sees force as a quality of being. He casts the military in his own image. This is a stylized Hobbesian state. So, why was it a surprise that the service chiefs pitched their tents with Jonathan over putting off the polls? It is because we still don’t know the historic disconnect between the army and the artificial state of Nigeria. It is not the army alone, though. Civil servants pillage resources because they don’t feel they are destroying their own societies. That partly accounts for why students damage their labs during riots.

    The national conference held recently only recapitulated all we have said from day one in this country. We need a people’s constitution that will define the roles of the army, the law maker, the teacher, the parent, the use of resources, the schools, etc. After that, the army can fully play its role as a legitimate defender of the country, and not a tool of a section of the political elite.

  • ‘Who does God expect to solve these problems?’

    Could the controversial rescheduling of the country’s general elections have taken God by surprise? This question is worth contemplation in the context of the concept of divine intervention in politics. A few days before the rationalised rearrangement of the dates by the electoral authorities under the not-too-subtle influence of the political authorities, the Benin monarch, Oba Erediuwa, drew attention to the all-knowing attribute of the Almighty.

    Significantly, the occasion was a promotional visit by President Goodluck Jonathan to the king’s palace. The Iyase of Benin Kingdom, Chief Sam Igbe, who represented Oba Erediuwa, reportedly said: “God and our ancestors already know your (President Jonathan) aims; whoever God has chosen is our choice.”

    Who knows whom God has chosen? How is God expected to communicate the divine selection to the electorate? How will the voters be certain about the divine source of the endorsement?  How true is the saying, “God does not play dice with the universe,” meaning “The course of all events is predetermined?”  Does the introduction of God into politics amount to a mystification of the fundamentally unmystical?

    It was equally intriguing that former president Olusegun Obasanjo brought God into the picture. The former Board of Trustees chairman of the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) was quoted as saying: “I have said I will not speak again regarding the forthcoming election until it is over. After the election, then we will talk. But as for me, I have spoken with my mouth, eyes, nose and other body languages. It is now left for your understanding.” He added: “Whichever one that you do not understand, I will just put it in prayers for you that God Himself may make you understand all that I have said fully.” It is interesting that Obasanjo expects God to do the work of clarification, not necessarily the work of communication. Or perhaps to put it more specifically, God is expected to clarify Obasanjo’s communication.

    Speaking of clarity, the All Progressives Congress (APC) vice-presidential candidate, Prof. Yemi Osinbajo, made a clear-cut presentation showing the country’s pathetic level of development in a lecture he delivered in Lagos to mark the 73rd birthday of the General Overseer, Redeemed Christian Church of God (RCCG), Pastor Enoch Adeboye. In his talk titled “Harmonising virtues to gain heaven and earthly prosperity,” Osinbajo said: “Our challenges are poverty – 112 million extremely poor despite being the largest economy in Africa. We are one of 33 of the poorest countries in the world; infant mortality – 3.9 million children have died between 2009 and 2014; maternal mortality – 55, 000 women die every year; diarrheal diseases – 110,000 yearly deaths; literacy – 10.4 million children out of school; 80 per cent graduates jobless; corruption; missing funds – N2.6 trillion NNPC petroleum subsidy scam; $7 billion kerosene subsidy scam; $1 billion missing excess crude fund; 400,000 barrels of oil stolen everyday…”

    According to Osinbajo, “Our challenges present personal and communal obstacles to prosperity and happiness. Who does God expect to solve these problems? According to Mathew 5: 13-14, we are the light of the world and the salt of the earth…we are the solution to Nigeria’s problems.”

    It is reasonable and important to understand Osinbajo’s definition of the solution in a wider and all-encompassing sense beyond the narrowness of a particular faith or belief system. In other words, it should be clear that the victims and casualities of the social problems highlighted by Osinbajo belong to all religions and to no religion. Indeed, the indiscriminate nature of these problems means that the solution providers must rise above discrimination. Didn’t Mahatma Ghandi say “God has no religion”?

    Certainly, the business of governance belongs to the secular space, which is not to say that it may not be influenced by the spiritual. Indeed, politics may benefit from spiritual enlightenment; given the reality that excessive materialism and materialist excesses exhibited by the political leadership have taken the country nowhere.

    The echo of Osinbajo’s striking and penetrating question just won’t go away: “Who does God expect to solve these problems?” It is also possible to ask: Who do the people expect to solve these problems? It is fascinating that while the people seem to expect God to provide the solution, God most likely expects them to fix the problems themselves, especially since these problems are man-made and man-sustained.

    Power to the people is a catch-phrase that must be actualised by the people themselves for meaningful change. Fundamentally, the country’s historically significant 2015 general elections represent an unquantifiable opportunity for the electorate to demonstrate not only discerning political consciousness but also confident mastery of its ultimate sovereignty. In other words, the elections are better appreciated as a People Power Project.  The people have the power to vote for change. The question, therefore, is whether this would happen, not whether it could, because it is always a democratic possibility based on people capacity

    Against this background, probably the main the challenge facing the progressive camp in the countdown to the defining elections is people mobilisation, which will likely come with the difficulty of spreading political awareness and enlightenment as well as delivering the crucial message of the need for game-changing political action within a population that is usually fatalistically absorbent. Indeed, how far the people are ready to go to protect the sacredness of their votes will be decisive.

    It is always too easy to declare that the voice of the people is the voice of God. It may be more important to find out whether the voice of God is the voice of the people. The logic of divine good and perfection means that, in the final analysis, God’s intervention is always excellent and faultless. Based on this deduction, can the electorate logically enthrone an ungodly model in God’s name?

    When the voice of man is equal to the voice of God, there will be no room for the champions of corruption; there will be no space for the despisers of the dispossessed; there will be no atmosphere for power-drunk oppressors; there will be only the rule of the righteous.

  • Re: Fleeing for their lives

    In this column last week, I wrote on the title “Fleeing for their lives”. The article which came a few days before the now rescheduled general elections, had examined the seeming tension generated by events of that election. The tension was such that non-indigenes were reported to be fleeing to their ancestral homes for fear that harm my come their way.

    The matter generated so much concern that the Inspector General of Police had to intervene, reassuring the people of the capacity and preparedness of the security agencies to protect them wherever they may live. The summation of his message was that people should remain wherever they are as the security of their lives and property were assured.

    The article had appraised that assurance and its capacity to assuage the sensibilities of those fleeing. We had also looked at the phenomenon of people fleeing to their home states for fear of being attacked by their hosts; what these portends for nation-building and whether the outcome of the coming elections will have any direct bearing in redressing this fear.

    The summation of our position was that those things that give rise to the feeling that indigenes will vent their spleen on non-indigenes at the slightest provocation are the greatest challenges holding this country down. And as long as we have not shown any serious commitment to addressing them, so long will the problems of this country remain a recurring decimal.

    Elections may be won and lost. Those who win or lose may not make any real difference if there is little or no commitment on their own part to consign this “us versus them” syndrome to the dustbin of history. Our fears were heightened by the fact that the coming elections are rather raising these fears of insecurity, ethnic and primordial sensibilities to an all time high. The language of political discourse has not helped matters as we are inundated with threats from various groups and ethnic nationalities on the dire consequences that await the nation should one of theirs in the race for the presidency fail to win that election. So much have these threats raised fears that there are now speculations that this country may implode after the elections. And we ask, is election an end unto itself or a means to satisfy public good. If it is to attend to public good, why are people fleeing to their ancestral lands? And can we really build a united nation when these ethnic and primordial sensibilities have been reinforced by the unbridled quest by the constituent units for power at the center.

    One of my readers Adeniyi Akintola SAN was so moved by the issues raised by that write-up that he took time to send me text messages on his views on the matter. I found the views so serious and challenging that they are reproduced here for the benefit of the reading public. Now read on:

    “Fleeing they are and they will continue to flee. As it is today, it would be tomorrow until we embrace the two basic gifts to the world by the French which are assimilation and integration”. When you assimilate and integrate into the local culture without looking back into your biological origin, you blend easily and become one of the locals. A Yoruba man living in Enugu who takes delight in celebrating the Oro festival is courting trouble ditto an Igbo resident who loves celebrating new yam or Ofala festival in Lagos has unwittingly set himself apart as a stranger for the day of trouble. The north-western part of the country is a model place of assimilation. The Abubakar Rimis, the Abacha’s, the Abdulkareems and the Adamus, etc assimilated very well into the culture of their place of birth and place of settlement. They propagate the interests and ethos of their place of abode and in some cases became more Catholic than the Pope in defending the interests and aspirations of their locals and their hosts.

    They respect the interests and wishes of the locals and never at any time showed any sign of superiority complex over their hosts. They assumed local names and imbibed their traditions. They never at any time looked back at their so-called place of origin. They bid bye, bye to the anachronistic town unions of their places of origin and before long became locals and indigenes of their places of abode. Before long, they were becoming governor in Sokoto, Kano and Kaduna. These people have no other towns, states or region they can flee to.

    In contrast, take a look at the settlement pattern of the ethnic nationalities in cities other their ancestral places. They set themselves apart. You hear of Sabo, Sabongari, Alaba, Nassarawa, Gwom and Janpanu in cities as Ibadan, Kano, Lagos, Jos and Sokoto. By these segregated settlements, the ethnic nationalities made themselves sitting duck in the event of the outbreak of violence.

    The locals know where the non indigenes reside in large numbers. Most non indigenes monopolize certain trades at the expense of the locals and in some cases the locals are prevented or banned from engaging in those lines of trade. Of course the locals get bottled up and wait for the slightest opportunity for violence to descend on the “outsiders” most of who could have been third or fourth generation settlers.

    The truth is that your 200 years of settlement outside the place of your origin is not a safety valve. If in doubt, ask the Yorubas of Jos, the Igbos of Kano and the Hausas of Onitsha. Outside Nigeria, ask the British Asians of Uganda, the British farmers of Zimbabwe or even the Nigerian of Yoruba extraction in Ghana in the sixties. Even as late as 2013, the Mayor of London was heard complaining of the overbearing and domineering attitude of Nigerian settlers in South East London.

    Yet some Nigerians especially of Yoruba extraction are fourth, fifth or even sixth generation settlers there. But the fact remains that their respect for the locals are waning and their domineering attitudes are becoming too glaring to be condoned by the locals. The Pakistanis of East London just like their Nigerian counterparts are no better. This has made the British authorities to be paying more than a passing interest to these “settlers”. The Aborigines of Australia are now becoming more vocal and a threat to the settlers. All over the world, the trend is to go local. Every one is a local champion. The antidote to this madness is to assimilate with the locals. Eat their food, wear their clothes, imbibe their culture and possibly religion, assume the local names, shun tribal associations and affiliations of ancestral homes and build a nation of common interest instead of that of ethnic nationalities. After all if you are in Rome you behave like a Roman. Those who think they can defend themselves in another man’s territory are deluding themselves.

    Ask the white South Africans of the apartheid era, the British Asian of Uganda or better still the Yorubas or Igbos of Jos and Kano respectively. They had their noses bruised and seriously too during the various attacks on “outsiders” in 2001, 2002, 2003 and up till 2011.

    The security system that could not guarantee the safety of the INEC and the electorate cannot be trusted with the lives of helpless settlers who are scattered around the nooks and corners of this country. If you are a settler or outsider assimilate fast or get perished with your investments in foreign land. For now, fleeing, we must all. To your tents all settlers until we meet after the April elections”.

  • Three unwise men

    Three unwise men

    One is stocky, nearing ninety, with a comic face, dons a riverine hat, has a bitter tongue in his head but loves his role for not being a role model. Another is tall, slim, past middle age, has a face of shifty calmness, a lickspittle when he wants something and a Judas afterwards. The third is a prince who is a pauper in wisdom, who has made a living only because of his birthright; he is past middle age, not very articulate but a chameleon who knows how to live in and out of uniform.

    This is not an age of riddles. Nigerians don’t need much elucidation on the identities of the trio described above. The first of course is Edwin Kiagbodo Clark, the so-called leader of the Niger Delta, who fattens on the identity of President Goodluck Jonathan whom he calls “my son.” In fact, he likes to call a lot of people “my son” or “my daughter.” Sonship and daughterhood have suffered from many tongues.

    The second is the quisling governor of Ondo State, Olusegun Mimiko, otherwise known as the whitlow of the west. He is the man who has come out in true colours to the citizens of Ondo State and the vast, now wiser Yoruba race. Like leaves of autumn, he no longer can hide the colour of his teeth. He has been forced to laugh in public.

    The third is Sambo Dasuki, the blue blood, who prides himself on only one qualification: that he is blue blood. On that score he rose in the army. On that resume again, he is the national security adviser to President Jonathan.

    These three men epitomise the gloom of the moment. They are Jonathan’s trusted men. They are the point men of tragedy. There, of course, are others, like the buffoon governor of Ekiti State, whose audio tale is still unfolding. And Doyin Okupe, who was booed out of a church recently for campaigning against Buhari. But those are for another day. Then we have Musiliu Obanikoro, the minister whose imploded gubernatorial fantasies are driving him into all sorts of public misbehaviour both in and out of tapes. Then we have the service chiefs who have presided over cases of desertion in the military. Yet their failure to defend democracy on February 14 was desertion in chief. As Shakespeare noted, if correction lies in the hand that committed wrong, to whom shall we complain? One of them, Badeh, even scampered away with his family when the dreaded insurgents came calling in his village.

    Back to the trio. It is because of these men that we have not known our next president now. The elections would have become history. But these men were afraid, just like their principal Dr. Jonathan. Since he has a PhD, I want him to write a thesis for political science with a tentative title, “the fear of elections: the Nigerian example.” At least, that PhD thesis would be seen by all, not the one on biology that is only heard but not seen.

    Clark acted his part as an elder who is not elderly when he opened the slaughterhouse on INEC chairman Attahiru Jega. He was the first to call for the firing of INEC boss. Why? Because the man said he was ready for the polls. This elder who is not elderly was afraid like his master-son, Jonathan. After that, he led his Southern Nigerian People’s Assembly, an umbrella group of desperate fuddy-duddies and expired statesmen, to endorse Jonathan for a second term.  Recently I saw a cartoon in a newspaper of Tompolo carrying him on his back to Government House, a spoof of his role as an interloper in the affairs of Delta State and how he now works obsequiously with militants, the same men who want to burn the country if his master-son loses. Let us not forget that the same elder who is not elderly had once stated that Jonathan was not in the second eleven of Niger Delta when the Owu chief made him vice president. That was the last time he was true to his conscience. Now, he calls the same man his son.

    Mimiko, who has turned into a mimic governor, was very loud in supporting the service chiefs when they said they were not ready for elections. He is expecting Jega to be fired, which will light the tinder of crisis in the polity. The whitlow of the west’s younger brother is now being told that he would succeed Jega in newspaper speculations when the INEC boss is fired. Neither the mimic governor nor his professor brother has dissociated from the speculation. The speculated removal of Jega is so fraught with evil that Jonathan denied it in public. Why have both of them kept a sepulchral silence on it? No man who guards his reputation lets such words slip in public without rebuttal. Although Jonathan said he would not sack Jega, who can believe him? Did he not say that he went on his evangelical spree because the churches invited him? The churches said he invited himself and they could not say no. He placed his flawed finger in the holy of holies. If he could lie against the church of Christ, why can’t he lie about Jega? Did he not say in that presidential chat that PVC collection in Lagos was about 30 per cent when it had pushed around 60 per cent? It was presidential charade, not chat.

    Dasuki was the first to fly the kite. A national security adviser did not talk about security in Chatham House when he raised questions about February 14. He spoke PVCs. He became a politician, not a security man. For a man who has lived both in and out of uniform, he thought he made the right sartorial choice in Chatham House. He wore neither uniform nor civilian clothes. He was naked, exposed as a civilian hireling. When he was appointed NSA, the reason was that, being a prince, he would help destroy Boko Haram. I wrote in this column that Jonathan erred in judgment. Boko Haram is a virus of paupers. A prince could not relate to them. A few weeks after, Dasuki stopped travelling to speak to emirs, who were also targets of the insurgents.

    These men have been afraid of Buhari, and that is why the president and his men have published unprintable material that could cost newspapers billions in libel suits. Abraham Lincoln went through a similar fate. His detractors said he could not speak English, that he was a third-rate lawyer, that he was a backwoods man (bush man), that he was like a baboon, that he descended from an African gorilla. But he won the election because the time had come for him who had failed many times in his political career. He freed slaves and saved the union. Churchill’s political obituary was written in the House of Commons when he was 65 years old. He became perhaps their greatest leader ever.

    It is clear Nigerians are tired of Jonathan and that is why we did not have the election last Saturday. They want another chance, just like the Governor’s Forum polls. They asked for time, only to subvert arithmetic. Sixteen became bigger than 19. The Ekiti audiotapes reveal what role the PDP assigns the military to rig elections. Before Lincoln became president, mammoth forces amassed against him and the abolition of slavery. Ralph Waldo Emerson then wrote, “the hour is coming when the strongest will not be strong enough.” Wise words.

    Agbaje, Ambode, Sanity, et al

    I received a text message twice last week from Lagos For All raising sanity questions about APC governorship candidate for Lagos State, Akinwunmi Ambode. Is this where the Agbaje Campaign is now headed? After failing to defend its candidate’s subversive gaffes, it now walks the dangerous terrain of fantasies. Agbaje joined the ranks of Tompolo and Asari Dokubo recently by saying that if Jonathan loses the election, Nigeria will be shut down.

    The Governor of Example, Babatunde Raji Fashola, SAN, exposed the man for not paying taxes but only paid for 2013 and 2014 and evaded three years. In a federal system, he also wants to sell his state’s birthright when he says Lagos belongs to the Federal Government. After all those implosions, the campaign cannot steer its course aright. Rather it is trading in insane fantasies. Is that what his godfather Bode George taught him?

    In his short story The Madman, Achebe tells of a chief who runs naked in the public square in reaction to a man he had mocked as mad. Who became the madman and who is the specialist? Apologies to Soyinka.

  • The ambush

    The ambush

    President Goodluck Jonathan once had a father. His name is Olusegun Obasanjo, aka Owu Chief. Father was so good to him that he schemed for him, imposed him on others, defended him against a weak and wizened man he made an elder brother to Jonathan. Predictably the elder brother passed on.

    Eventually, father did Goodluck the ultimate favour. He perched him on power. Son showed gratitude to father. Father gloated openly over the triumph of son. He loved the son because he seemed pliant, obeying his every caprice.

    With time, however, Goodluck did not have a good relationship with father. He looked at the reign of Obasanjo and saw how independent he was, how he flexed his taut and crackling political muscles. He wanted to be like him. But he discovered that they had different traits. He could not perform the press-ups and other political regimens exercises like father. Father is a bull, bullying, hectoring and riding roughshod. He is of a different breed. If father is bull, he loves another kind of creature, the one that does not shout or snarl, that leaves no mark where it inflicts damages, the feline, subterranean, slithering, sinuous, singeing masterpiece of the bush. The snake, that is.

    He had to have another father. Quietly he divorced his father, and adopted another one, from the past. His name is Maradona. The difference though is that the Maradona he wanted to adopt was a colourful man, a soldier who had quotable quotes like “we should use what we have to get what we want,” which was a code for corruption. Or that he is “the evil genius.” He also had an elegant wife, even if many thought her a beautiful shrew.

    Goodluck does not have the panache, that dramatic flair. His marries a woman without any of the attributes of elegance or taste or refined breeding. His speeches are droll, quotable only for their lack of insights and puerility. For instance, he says, “Boko Haram will go away someday” or “I am not Pharaoh…” Or “I don’t give a damn.”

    But he loved the essentials of the man Maradona. He loved the art of deception, which is what snakes have in common with generals. IBB was a general who basked in deception until he deceived himself out of power. When you bring deception to governance, you go very far like the snake though.

    The Owu Chief sulked quietly in his Ota farm before he started writing letters in his usual flourish and showing openly that storm brewed in the once halcyon family, and father and son no longer hugged or backslapped. Scowls now reigned where smiles bloomed.

    Perhaps that explained why he visited his father recently. He wanted to hone the skills of deception from the father-master. The father rejoiced in his Minna mansion at the visit of the son. He played his Maradona game, by first adopting Jonathan, then renouncing him by saying his corruption makes mincemeat of his own fabled rottenness in office. Later he seemed to adopt the son again. It is credit to his Maradona majesty that no one can say for sure if he backs Jonathan or not. In the last Council of States meeting, he pitched his tents against Jonathan’s generals who said they did not want Jega to go ahead with the polls. Maradona father knows how to tread without footprints.

    But Jonathan has been playing true to his new father. In the now contentious issue of postponed elections, he began by playing the game like his new father. He met with United States Secretary of State John Kerry who suggested that it was not proper to postpone the polls. Jonathan the faithful Maradona did not say he disagreed about election date. He simply said he would hand over on May 29. Just then, his National Security Adviser, Sambo Dasuki, trotted to Chatham House in London where our governors and sundry politicians like to flaunt their credentials. He, a national security adviser, did not speak about security issues in the upcoming polls. He lamented over Permanent Voter Cards (PVCs) that were not in enough hands for the elections. The presidency still said they were going to the polls on February 14. INEC chief Attahiru Jega assured the nation that he was ready for the polls and that 96 per cent of the PVCs had been sent to the states, while at least 66 per cent had been delivered to prospective voters.

    When the PVC debate slipped out of the hands of the PDP, they began to shift the debate to security. Elements from the PDP began to suggest that February 14 was unrealistic. We should put it off. Reason: insecurity in the Northeast. Jega said most of the Northeast was not in the hands of Boko Haram. Even though the national average of persons with PVCs was 66 per cent, the average in the Northeast was over 70 per cent in Gombe, Borno, Adamawa and Yobe states.

    In the Council of States meeting, only the service chiefs and Jonathan and the PDP governors did not want the elections. Former heads of state and chief justices and APC governors wanted it to go ahead. The whitlow of the west was singled out as pro-Jonathan, anti-election, anti-people henchman in the meeting. His name is Olusegun Mimiko, otherwise known as the quisling governor of Ondo State.

    Insistent, the president sent out his mouthpiece, the voluble Doyin Okupe, – who was recently disgraced in a church – who showed that the president was afraid of the polls. He said one area was outside the powers of INEC: security. So the trump card was eventually in the open. When a snake wants to strike it will show itself since it is not a spirit. This newspaper reported on Saturday that the President demanded a six-week postponement from Jega. That very day, Jega announced that he was putting the polls off by six weeks. The witch cried last night and the child died this morning. Who does not know the connection?

    In times of crisis, people show their true colours. We know the president cannot hide his false meekness. He can go to as many churches as he pleases and tell the Christians that he does not want to campaign as though he is talking to fools. We know the president was afraid of the polls all along. We know wolves in sheep clothing.

    He has come out, like autumnal leaves, in true colours.

    We should realise that Jega was coerced to change the polls dates, no matter what the INEC chief says. Jonathan withdrew security by letting his collaborating cowards of service chiefs declare they cannot work for the elections. Jonathan is the commander-in-chief. He it is who has abdicated his first duty to the citizens. The service chiefs only played along.

    Jega could not answer the question as to whether he could guarantee that the elections would take place on March 28. He alluded to the constitution, which mandates an election a month before May 29. Nigeria is, apparently, relying on Chad and Cameroun who have turned the giant of Africa’s army into a dwarf of cowardice in battle. Smaller neighbours have become the Samson and David of the war on terror. Does that guarantee that they will sweep Boko Haram out by March 28? The Americans with all their sophistication have said it will take years to defeat Islamic State in the Middle East. Jonathan says six weeks. I foresee a constitutional quagmire that will bring the nation to brinkmanship, if not to its knees. When in March Jonathan and his men still know they are headed for a defeat, they would still raise the spectre of insecurity. They would invoke the doctrine of necessity and say that they want the constitution changed so that we can get more time to prepare for elections. May 29 will no longer be sacrosanct. I foresee a Jega resignation or ouster of some kind, and a struggle between those who want the constitution and those who don’t.

    What we see today is a president who is running away from a time. But he cannot run away from time. He is running away from the people also. But both time and people will catch up with him. Maradona did same, postponed election after election and handover dates after handover dates. Eventually, the inviolate voice of the people spoke. Time always overthrows tyrants.

  • Fleeing for their lives

    All things being equal, the Presidential and National Assembly elections will hold this Saturday. There is no cogent reason they should not hold despite suggestions from some quarters that they be postponed due to the inability of the INEC to get all registered voters their Permanent Voters Cards (PVCs)

    By now, so much has been put into the elections by the various political parties and their candidates that any further delay will amount to overstretching them both financially and physically. Apart from the wrong signals it will definitely send to the outside world, such a scenario is bound to demoralise not only the candidates but the electorate generally.

    The opposition, for justifiable reasons is imputing sinister motives into the development and it is within it rights to do so. The National Council of State has met over the issue. But the buck has stopped at INECs table. The right thing to do in the circumstance is for all those concerned, to do the needful and ensure that all impediments to the smooth conduct of the polls as scheduled are removed.

    Already, the political atmosphere has been heated up. There is even apprehension and fear in the land that the worst is about to happen. The feeling is high that the coming elections may make or mar this country. Postponing the polls in this very uncertain circumstance may be the last straw that will break the camel’s back. The authorities may be playing into the hands of those simulating calamity for this country if they go ahead with such a plan. But as it stands, the INEC will have to take responsibility should the election be bungled. That appears to be the unwritten message from the National Council of State meeting.

    Moreover, aborting the elections now will be a sad reminder to the inglorious days of the military when elections were postponed, annulled or cancelled all together even when results had been collated. The Ibrahim Babangida regime had an uncanny notoriety in this regard. And we are all witnesses to the unmitigated damage which such precipitate action wrought on our collective psyche. The problem this country still encounters in the area of power shift is in the main, a logical consequence of such misguided interventions in our political process. We can ill-afford a repeat at this point in time.

    That however, is not the only source of the foreboding signals that have enveloped the nation. The outcome of the elections, especially the presidential election, is fraught with frightening prospects for the peace order and unity of this country. It has come to mean so many things to so many people. The stakes are very high as sections lay claim to that office as a matter of right and none would let go.

    The question on the lips of the discerning is whether this country will survive as a corporate entity after the polls. The situation is not made any easier by the utterances and threats from sundry groups and individuals laying claims to the rights of their zones to occupy that exalted office this time around. Tension and fear have been so much so that we are now regularly inundated with reports of non-indigenes fleeing their residences to their ancestral homes for fear of what is to follow with the elections.

    They fear that given the high emotions that have been ruffled by events leading to the elections and the benefit of previous experiences, it is nigh risky to stay outside the place of their primordial attachment during elections. By the same logic, they seem to be saying that it is only within their states of origin that their lives and property can be guaranteed. And this point goes without saying.

    The Inspector General of Police was so concerned by reports of the exodus of people especially the northern parts of the country that he had to come public reassuring that measures had been put in place to guarantee their safety wherever they live. The police boss has discharged his duties. But it is left to the people who are fleeing to their home states to believe him or not. It is left to them given the benefit of hindsight to believe whether the police had been a trusted and readily available friend in incidences of mob action and urban violence. The way they perceive their previous encounters with religious or political uprisings will point the direction as to whether they should take the police boss serious or not. And if one may hazard a guess, they are very unlikely to heed his advice and assurances. That is the stark reality.

    But that is the real problem this country has to contend with rather than this obsession with which section of the country captures power in the coming elections. That thing which regularly gives rise to the feeling that one is only safe and his live and property better assured within his ethnic origin is the real problem of this country.

    It can neither be whittled down nor obliterated by the mere fact of an Ijaw or Hausa-Fulani man emerging victorious in this crucial election. Rather, such feelings are further reinforced and accentuated when elections are fought along ethnic and religious lines as is evident from the current one. It is therefore not enough to ask those fleeing not to do so. It is not also enough to give assurances of their safety when the real causes of their fear are still there.

    Those things that make non-indigenes unsafe outside the boundaries of their ethnic origin, those things that mark them out for selective attack each time their hosts feel aggrieved, are the greatest impediment to our national development. They are the things to watch if we are honest with ourselves. And they will continue to be so unless genuine and conscious efforts are made to redress these systemic dysfunctions.

    In the past, we have seen non-indigenes suffer heavy losses in lives and property because of mere cartoons in other countries considered irreverent to the faith of some fanatics. It does not matter to the perpetrators and purveyors of violence and hate that those they attack had nothing to do with the said cartoons or alleged acts of ridicule to their faith. It is this unjustifiable penchant for such people to resort to the law of the jungle that compels non-indigenes to flee each time they notice potential sources of schism.

    Most of those fleeing are not in doubt that though their ethnic group is not in a direct contest for the presidential slot, they stand the greatest victims of any violence that will follow the outcome of that election. And with threats of dire consequences coming from right, left and centre, the circumstance of those fleeing can be better appreciated.

    The Catholic Bishop of Abuja Cardinal John Onaiyekan and the Sultan of Sokoto Alhaji Sa’ad Abubakar were so moved by these fears that they had to issue a joint statement warning that unless urgent steps were taken, the elections might spell crisis for this country. They also warned that religion should not be allowed to divide the country. These warnings are very instructive and are at the root of why people are fleeing.

    Implicit in them, is the negative role religion and ethnicity are bound to play in determining the character and direction of the elections. These are the real irritants to contend with. They are at the heart of the progress or lack of it of this country. Elections may be fought and won. But as long as these factors remain irreducible decimals in electoral contests in this country, so long shall this country know no peace.

  • Prophecy

    Prophecy

    For the first time since this column’s debut in 2006, I will not install a new article. Rather I am re-printing the column I wrote on April 18, 2011, a few days after Goodluck Jonathan won the presidential election. I confessed my worries about the man’s victory and its implications for Nigeria. The column’s prophetic insights do not make me gloat, but are a cautionary tale to fellow Nigerians to look before they leap as we enter another election cycle. While apparently making me a seer, the prophecies do not make me a special prophet. In his novel Blindness, Nobel Prize-winner Jose Saramago says it is not blindness but refusal to see that ails our civilisation. I saw the wreck of the Jonathan presidency coming because I decided to see. The following article, titled: “No excuse,” is re-published whole. Read on and reflect.

    No Excuse

    The system worked, and we can say that Attahiru Jega has so far overthrown the fears of sceptics and ululations of cynics. After his initial bumbling, he is gradually becoming Nigeria’s model of an electoral mastermind, acquitting himself with aplomb, grace and calculation. He still has a few acts to pull off, and I have to wait to deliver the final and definitive verdict at the end of the election cycle.

    So, as the tallies came in yesterday, it was clear Goodluck Jonathan would emerge the winner in the election for Nigeria’s top post. Even though I voted differently, I must hand him my congratulations. But the congratulations come not from my belief in the wisdom of the majority but in the majesty of the democratic process. Democracy is the voice of the people, and although the people have not always voted wisely or understood the import of their votes, no superior system topples it as the pulse of the people.

    Let us not make any mistake about this, Nigerians did not vote for Jonathan because he has any plans to redeem the nation from its protracted woes. Jonathan has never staked himself out as a transformational leader. Few of those who voted for him think of him as a man of vision, as a man of competence, or as a president of executive gallantry. They think of him only in sentimental terms.

    So when in the next few years, things don’t get better, no one has a right to blame Jonathan. Most of us did not vote for him to tackle the epileptic malaise of the power sector. We did not vote for him to tackle the dangerous slide in education. Our universities are some of the worst in the world from competing with some of the best. Many of our young do not know the rudiments of math and basics of syntax. If they remain so, and even get worse, we don’t have to blame the man at the top. He was not voted in to sow the seeds for the wise men and women of the future.

    If our cousins or sons or fathers cannot find healing in our hospitals, we should not pour woe on the poor and ineffectual health care system. We let it be so with our own hands. If we read of huge sums of money in the centre going into waste pipe projects and dud dreams and a lack of accountability for billions of our money and patrimony, we should rather shout hallelujah.

    Today we spend about 90 percent of our money on recurrent expenditure, which means only about ten percent will go to the construction of roads, the establishment of first-class hospitals and schools for the minds of the future. This has implications for the value of the naira against major world currencies. So if in a few years the naira slides to N250 to a dollar, and the cost of akara rises from N10 to about N100, we don’t have to blame the president. He earned our votes for a different reason.

    There are four reasons I point out for Jonathan’s victory. One, the profusion of cash. Two, a class issue. Three, retreat to the rampart of tribe and primordial loyalties. Four, faith.

    No one can doubt the sheer amount of cash that went into the Jonathan campaign. Billions of naira followed billions. Across the country, it was not a matter of whether you believed in Jonathan. It was whether you were a good contractor who could deliver. Whether it was politicians, cultural icons or business moguls, you were in on it if you could make a case for Jonathan. In the media, you could not miss out on the barrage of adverts, on radio, television, newspapers and magazines. It was sheer volcano, ripping apart the budgets and presences of the opposition. It was clearly an unequal contest. One needs to know where the money came from.

    Was it NNPC, was it the money we could have spent on schools or hospitals or roads that got diverted? What of all the money reeled out by the Jonathan administration recently for some capital projects? Where are those billions? This is not a Jonathan problem alone? It is malaise of our politics. It is an undue advantage of incumbency in our politics, and it is not restricted to presidents.

    Yet, as spending goes, I don’t think we have ever witnessed this extravagance in our history or anywhere else. The campaign did not deny the charge of spending N100 million per campaign stop across the country. And for the election proper, N3 billion was deployed per state. By some estimates, the Jonathan campaign may have spent at least N250 billion. How many roads can that construct, or how many people can that take out of poverty? How many schools would become world class?

    The other issue is class. The imperative to get the Jonathan appeal across the country compelled the campaign to work with so-called leaders of thought, traditional leaders and business persons. They have one thing in common: the yen for power, privilege and pots of cash. So we had people who came to the Jonathan camp not because they loved him but because he flattered them with money to become part of the “new power circle”. It helped because Buhari and Ribadu were perceived as opposing the concept of governance as racket.

    The other issue was ethnic and primordial ties. Those in the South voted him because he is one of them. Those in the North also voted for Buhari. In all the country, Osun State seems the exception voting for Ribadu. Majorities elsewhere voted their ethnic position. In a radio programme on Saturday, somebody called in to say he voted for change. What change, asked the anchor? The person said the first time he would vote in a person who is not a northerner.

    The fourth reason is faith. Many said Jonathan is a Christian and that was enough for many. Bakare is also. But he is a maverick, a deviant manifestation of belief in Jesus. Bakare was not better or worse than his Pentecostal co-travellers who, by winks and nods and coded sermons, asked their flock to vote for a man of their faith.

    So there. None of these had to do with whether Jonathan wanted to make Nigeria a 21st century nation. It was about his humility, his willingness to tout his shoeless origins, kneel before a pastor, flesh out the smile of the meek.

    We just voted in a “nice” man, and that is good for Nigeria. If things don’t get better, they should not complain. The people can vote for their elevation and diminution. Jonathan can help their cause by transforming Nigeria. But can he? Can he free himself from all the hawks who made him president and who have entrapped him this past year?

    He can prove his critics wrong. Will he? Does he have the fire in his belly? But we just have to wait.

  • Between Danjuma and militants

    Even with the accord by political parties to maintain the peace during and after the elections, signals emanating from the landscape do not give comfort of mind. Not only have there been clear breaches of that agreement by party supporters, there is every thing to indicate that all is not well with us.

    Not with the recent stoning of the convoy of President Jonathan in both Katsina, Bauchi and Taraba states and the ensuing recrimination between Bauchi State governor, Isa Yuguda and the Minister of the Federal Capital Territory  Bala Mohammed on who sponsored the unruly mob that stoned the president.

    If such highly placed personages could accuse each other of masterminding that devious attack, it only shows how desperate things have become. It is too early to take sides on the matter. But the fact that such allegations could be traded by members of the same party from the same state is a pointer to some foreboding signals as the elections inch nearer.

    Various insinuations could also be made about the development and one may not be out of the track depending on the prism from which the matter is being viewed. But one thing that seems clear is that there are vested interests bent on fomenting trouble within this critical electioneering period to satisfy interests of sectional lure. Rising attacks on party men and their property; tearing of posters and destruction of billboards across the country are all indicative of the foreboding order.

    Matters are not helped by threats of the dire consequences that await the nation should certain sections win or lose the election. Before now, the North through sundry groups and individuals had threatened dire consequences should Jonathan run for another term. Then also some ex-militants in the Niger Delta equally warned they would fight if Jonathan was intimidated out of the race. Such had been the mood.

    Even former President Olusegun Obasanjo had in his controversial letter to Jonathan warned of severe consequences should he run for the election in defiance of the agreement he purportedly signed with some groups to serve only a single term. With the emergence of Jonathan and Buhari as the candidates of the PDP and APC, it will not be surprising these sentiments are bound to influence the direction the elections assume in the days ahead. The north wants the presidency returned to it. But the South-south would not let go this time around. It wants to complete two terms before power shifts to the north. These facts are not in doubt.

    So when Niger Delta ex-militants reportedly threatened to return to their old ways should Jonathan lose the election, they were just re-echoing their earlier threats. Dokubo-Asari, leader of the Niger Delta Peoples Volunteer Force (NDPVF), Victor Ben Ebikabowei, aka Boyloaf; Government Ekpudomenowei, aka Tompolo and others had reportedly vowed to ensure that President Jonathan wins the coming elections.

    At a meeting they held at the Government House in Yenagoa, Bayelsa State, the ex-militants threatened to unleash mayhem on the country and take back “Niger Delta oil” should the president lose the election. Hear them: “for every Goliath, God created a David. For every Pharaoh, there is Moses. We are going to war. Every one of you should go and fortify yourself”.

    Boyloaf condemned the attacks on President Jonathan in the north and emphasized that nobody has the monopoly of the means of violence. For him, “keep grudges and sentiments apart. We are ready to match them bumper to bumper”.

    From all indications, the main grouse of the militants is with the attacks on the convoy of President Jonathan when his campaign team visited Katsina and Bauchi states. They view the two incidents as a clear attempt to intimidate and frustrate their kinsman in his presidential ambition. Emotions are again high.

    The nation has once more, been drawn nearer to the stark realities that await it as the elections approach. More than every other thing else, the threats have exposed the high stakes in the coming elections and issues that are likely to determine their direction and eventual outcome.

    Matters are not helped by the fact of the emergence of the candidates of the two major political from the nations’ two dominant geo-political divide-North and South. Not surprisingly, the threats by the ex-militants (though not entirely new) have drawn the ire of some influential persons in the country. This is more so when the meeting was held at a government house with some state and federal officials in attendance

    When therefore a former minister of Defense, Gen. Theophilus Danjuma called on the authorities to arrest the ex-militants for their unguarded statements, he was only drawing collective attention to the inherent dangers and potentially explosive nature of the coming elections. Danjuma who described the statements as reckless called on the authorities to arrest the ex-militants

    But the ex-militants have fired back questioning Danjuma’s intention since he did not speak out when similar threats came from sections of the north. They are also piqued by the silence of the likes of Danjuma on the Boko Haram insurgency which had been dubbed political grievances masquerading in religious garb. These views were shared by the secretary-general of the Ohaneze Ndigbo, Joe Nworgu when he urged Danjuma to concern himself more with the destructive activities of the Boko Haram sect rather than mere verbal threats. “They should prevail on all those behind the insurgency in the north to stop. Let them do that and not to call for the arrest of people who are merely issuing verbal threats”, the Ohaneze scribe reasoned.

    Implicit in this is the widely held belief that Boko Haram is the north’s similitude of the Niger Delta militants. Its main objective is to ensure that power returns to that section of the country. If this is so, Danjuma is being put to test for not showing sufficient concerns for the actual war that has been going on in the north-east.

    He is being put to test for his silence on the source of the sophisticated military hardware, arms and ammunitions freely available to Boko Haram and with which they have been waging war against the nation. He may also have to speak out on the silence of the northern elite on the insurgency and their body language that seems to give covert support to the group. If we are not sufficiently frightened by the raging war in the north-east, why the ruse over mere verbal threats, one may wish to ask?

    That is however not to justify the threats by the ex-militants. We do not need to heat up the polity any more. But what all these point to is that ethnicity and religion are the key factors in determining the direction of the coming elections. The north and south-south are laying claims to Presidency as a matter of right. They seem to be saying that only one of their own can sufficiently protect their interest within this unity in diversity. They seem to be implying that sections benefit most when a person from their stock ascends that high office. They may be right. But that in itself is an admission of the pervasive systemic inequities that accentuate bitter competition for power.

    The choice is ours either to address these nagging national issues or allow the bitter competition that arises out of the desire of sections to corner the apparatus of governance for their own good. That is the real issue which the arrest of thousands of ex-militants cannot resolve.

     

  • ‘Will mother come back today?’

    Soon after the reality of the finality hit me, a poem came to my mind.  The pithy lines of Streamside Exchange by J.P. Clark became more real to me than ever.

    Child: River bird, river bird

    Sitting all day long

    On hook over grass,

    River bird, river bird

    Sing to me a song

    Of all that pass

    And say,

    Will mother come back today?

    Bird:  You cannot know

    And should not bother;

    Tide and market come and go

    And so shall your mother.

    This recollection transported me back to the 1970s when I first experienced the poem in secondary school. In a way, the gripping dialogue prepared me for an event that was to happen about 38 years later. It was a death foretold. But when it eventually occurred, I was still unprepared.

    For over five decades, Eleanor Bodunrin Macaulay (nee Williams) was a constant and consistent parental presence. Even now, the shadow of her presence remains, suggesting a deathless physicality. I was her first-born and bonded with her beyond the restrictive ephemerality of earthly life. Genetically and by socialisation, she will always be with me.

    This is a time for the choreography of memory. What can I remember? What do I remember? What do I want to remember? Her modesty was magical and magnetic, particularly in a world of vain noisiness. Her younger brother, Mr. Bankole Williams, said of her: “She disliked anything flamboyant and believed in modesty.”  One of her favourite sayings, “Little drops of water make a mighty ocean,” provided an insight into her sense of organic development and increase, which was reflected in the way she lived and projected herself.

    Hers was a life of meticulous attention to order and propriety. As a working mother with four children, three boys and a girl, she had to strike a balance between her workplace and her home, which she did with remarkable aplomb. Apart from her incalculable contribution domestically, she was able to hold down a job in a bank for 30 years. During the period, starting from July 1955, she held secretarial positions at the Barclays Bank (DCO), and later at the Union Bank following a business-name change, and retired in 1985. She was awarded certificates for “loyal and faithful service” to mark her 10th, 20th and 30th service years.

    Bodunrin Macaulay was dependable and consistent, and had long-term money-keeping responsibilities in the Shotan Williams family union as well as her church society. She was also a fascinating stickler for time. By Saturday afternoon, she was already prepared for church service the next day, with her clothes and accessories chosen and ready. Also, when she had to attend a special event, she would start planning for it at least a week or two ahead. She was impressively time-conscious and her punctuality was a timeless lesson.

    It is food for thought that as she lay dying, she was sufficiently conscious of her commitments, and a particular demonstration of her sense of duty was noteworthy. She sent her monetary contribution to the Women Missionary Union (WMU) through a family member, despite her infirmity and the distraction it represented.

    Bodunrin Macaulay was born in Forcados, a riverine area in the present-day Delta State, on January 5, 1935. She was the fifth of the eight children of the late Pa Joseph Latunji Williams (alias J.L.), who was a marine engineer with the Nigerian Marine, now Nigeria Ports Authority. Her mother, Omare Edudun (known as Nene) from Isie, Warri, was of Itsekiri stock. In the mid-forties, her father was transferred back to Lagos and lived with his family at No. 29 Odunlami Street, Lagos Island. Bodunrin had her elementary education at the Salvation Army Central School, Kakawa Street, directly opposite the famous Da Rocha House. After completing her Standard Six education, she worked for Alban Pharmacy and enrolled with Pitmans Secretarial Institute, and studied Typing and Shorthand. On completion of her studies, she passed the Intermediate Level and joined the then Barclays Bank (DCO), now Union Bank, as a Shorthand typist, and rose through the ranks to senior secretarial positions.

    In 1960, she got married to Frank Olusola Macaulay (of blessed memory), a grandnephew of Herbert Macaulay, the famous Nigerian nationalist. Their wedding, which followed a considerably long courtship, took place at Ereko Methodist Church, Lagos. They were married for 53 years and were only separated by the death of her husband in August 2013. It is worth mentioning that in a moment of candid expressiveness in the 1980s, Olusola Macaulay advised his first and second sons, me and my younger brother, who were then undergraduates, to go for women who would be like their mother when they were ready for wedlock.

    It is a reflection of her loyal and dedicated nature that until her death Bodunrin Macaulay maintained a good relationship with members of the Ladies Friendly Society, which was founded in August 1947 by 12 people including her, even after she had followed her husband to the First Baptist Church, Lagos. In a tribute, the group described her as “respected.” The group also said: Without any exaggeration, our late Sister Bodunrin Macaulay has set a unique record that is difficult to challenge or beat, viz. (1) She is a foundation member (2) Her great financial involvement and commitment to our Society and the Church of God.”  It added: “We need to remind ourselves that great deeds never perish and great men and women are always remembered by those they left behind.”

    Bodunrin Macaulay would have been 80 on January 5, 2015, but she didn’t wait for the celebration. Three weeks to the milestone, on December 15, 2014, her mortality intervened. The fictional conversation between the child and the bird in J.P. Clark’s immortal poem came alive in all its profundity.  I ponder on David Carradine’s poetic line: “If you can’t be a poet, be the poem.” Bodunrin Macaulay might not have been a poet, but she was a poem. Her life had a poetic quality, and I am duty-bound to extend the lyricism. Let me ask a rhetorical question: “Will mother come back today?”

  • Disrespect, death wish and lies

    Disrespect, death wish and lies

    Governor Ayo Fayose thought he pulled off a great score with his insolence of an advert against General Muhammadu Buhari. And he did. For infamy, that is. And PDP faithful, including Femi Fani-Kayode and Olisa Metuh, bedecked themselves as Goebbels reincarnates because of their juvenile tales about Buhari’s certificate. Except that they are counterfeit remakes of Goebbels, who was known as Hitler’s liar-in-chief.

    If Fayose’s lack of culture unveils the mistakes voters make in a democracy, the likes of Fani-kayode and Metuh indicate the failure of a generation – for throwing up barbarian upstarts as party denizens and role models. You can throw in the legal infantilism of a man like Mike Ozekhome.

    Fayose’s lack of respect for elders and jockeying with death remind me of my encounter with former Senate President Chuba Okadigbo. He had insulted, with flamboyant irreverence, the Great Zik in public and dismissed his words as the “ranting of an ant.” Zik was upset and railed back at him with avuncular rage, cursing him that he would rise to the top but fall precipitously, like humpty dumpty. Those with superstitious imagination believed that Zik’s curse hit Okadigbo in his later years as his song grew suddenly dark and passed away like a jolt.

    But beware of curses, even if they convince the facile minds. However, it was his sense of guilt that struck me when I confronted Okadigbo at the Lagoon Restaurant in Lagos a few years after his errant rhetoric against the great politician. I asked Okadigbo if he had apologised to Zik, and if the great Owelle accepted, or if he had not, and why not. He was having lunch with some guests and was put off, because he had expected me to cushion him with flattering questions as most reporters did.

    Okadigbo flew into contained fury, and rambled about his peace moves with the old man and that it was not my business. I reminded him that when he ribbed the Great Zik, he exulted in public and why would he want to make it a private mea culpa if he did. That ended the dialogue.

    Buhari does not have Zik’s flair for the dramatic, so Fayose may not expect a curse from the old general. Nor is it necessary. Fayose, in his primitive gusto, just showed to the Ekiti people why democracy can expose its own underbelly, its fatal terrors. When a clown mounts the throne, and whips up ethnic hate, it is no longer fun or funny. For those practitioners of the high art of comedy, it is a most dangerous oeuvre into the dark soul of society. It is like what playwright Samuel Becket describes as a laugh laughing at itself. It is sad. He made us laugh at ourselves in a gloomy way. Fayose wished GMD dead, and when it ignited an uproar, he repeated it. His party dissociates itself from it without condemning him. Not even President Jonathan, who the advert favoured. It was consent by silence, by a wink and a nod.

    The newspapers that aired the adverts preferred money to decency. They now know they made a mistake. Freedom of speech is no licence to indecency. That was why the Pope cautioned the French and the editors of Charlie Hebdo magazine that desecrated Islam in the name of freedom of speech. As Machiavelli noted, “where everybody is free, nobody is free.” Machiavelli was no prude himself.

    What was wrong with age? Did Churchill, the last lion, not roar with Britain at age 70 when he led his country in victory over Germany in the Second World War? Did the British not re-elect him at age 76? Did he not die at 90 exactly 50 years ago? Did Charles de Gaulle not reign in France until he was 79 years old? Were Churchill and De Gaulle not the greatest modern leaders of Britain and France? Did Mandela not salvage South Africa from the abyss of ethnic and racial turmoil at 76 years old?

    Do we remember the presidential debate when Reagan was asked about his age, and won over Americans with a quip? “I will not make age an issue in this debate.  I am not going to exploit, for political purposes, my opponent’s youth and inexperience.” It was Reagan’s winning quote of the election. Fayose is no student of history, but he did not need to study history to learn decency. His Yoruba upbringing might have taught him a thing or two about dealing with elders.

    The certificate scandal should not be on whether Buhari was qualified. We should ask a different question. How come the file of an army’s commander-in-chief does not contain his certificate? How did he get other equivalent certificates and those that surpassed secondary school certificate? The question should be directed at a desecrated institution. Who sneaked into his file room? After all, how did he gain admission into Mons Officer Cadet School in the United Kingdom, or Defence Staff College in India? How did he obtain a master’s degree in Strategic Studies at the America War College in Pennsylvania, United States?

    When he released his certificate, Fani-kayode, whose devotion to political harlotry is irredeemable, started clutching at straws. He also had fits of hallucination with his mendacious partner, Olisa Metuh. In this age of harlotry, Fani-kayode has swiveled in the chairs of political loyalty from PDP to APC to PDP. He is entitled to his own beds and partners.

    When he released his certificate, Buhari must have thought he had laid the matter to rest. But hallucination was at full throttle. Fani-Kayode and Metuh saw what they wanted to see. In semiotic and literary circles, it is in tradition of what is called hermeneutics, or reader response theory. Thinkers like Althuser, Roland Barth, Shklovsky, and a few others explicated this human trait. Minds of mischief read mischief. As a man thinks in his heart, so he is, says the Bible. The text loses innocence in the eyes of the wicked. So even if Buhari takes the certificate from Cambridge and places it before him, they would not accept. They are worse than Thomas Didymus, who saw the evidence of Jesus and exclaimed in agreement, “My Lord and My God!” Fani-kayode and Metuh would start asking questions like, where are his uniforms and the spoon he ate rice with, etc?

    In the West, it is easy to know if a person graduates from an institution. When I practised journalism in the United States, a Nigerian had lied to me that he was a neuro-surgeon, and his family and friends about did not deny it. I published a story on him. Then his estranged white wife materialised and denied that the man ever attended a university. He was a fake. All I did was place a phone call to the university he claimed gave him his certificate. They told me he never walked through their portals. The fake did not challenge the university. I used the instance to teach my students in the same university on the pratfalls of sourcing and reporting. Let’s not forget the disgrace that billionaire Donald Trump brought on his head when he tried to prove that Obama was not American. The racist failed to distort his birth certificate.

    But it is not the driveling of men like Fani-Kayode and Metuh that should worry fair-minded Nigerians. It is when a lawyer like Mike Ozekhome plays devious games with truth and legal integrity by backing falsehoods. If Buhari has a master’s degree, it means his maximum is more than the required minimum. American War College could not admit him without requisite qualifications. Ditto to Mons Officer Cadet School in the UK. Facts are sacred, and opinions can be foolish. It is that sort of obsession that Charles Dickens mocked in his novel, Hard Times. Facts are meaningless without their use.

    The pettifogging over certificate arises from mischief to divert attention from the real issues of the campaign, about war on terror, corruption, infrastructure deficit, failed education, etc. We can now ignore the Fani-Kayodes, Metuhs and Ozekhomes.