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  • Season of open letters

    Some how, this Christmas period has turned out a season of open letter writing. But unlike the usual pleasantries and goodwill messages that have become the hallmark of the season, these letters are largely directed at either getting even with key personages in the nation’s leadership or defending sweeping allegations that have been brought to the court of public opinion.

    Former president Olusegun Obasanjo fired the first salvo a forthnight ago when in a well publicised letter he accused President Jonathan of sundry misdeeds. The allegations were so weighty that the presidency directed all government functionaries not to comment on it promising that at the appropriate time, Jonathan will respond personally.

    Ever since, there have been calls from several quarters for the president to respond to the indicting accusations and innuendos contained in Obasanjo’s letter.

    Of all the allegations bandied by Obasanjo against Jonathan, two stood out in terms of their seriousness and overall impact for the peace, order and good conduct of governmental affairs in this country. These are the allegation that Jonathan was keeping 1000 people on political watch list, training snipers and other armed personnel secretly for political purposes like Abacha and in the same place Abacha trained his own killers. The other is the alleged non-remittance of about $7billion from the NNPC to the Central Bank of Nigeria CBN accruing from oil exports which Obasanjo said was further reinforced by the letter written by the CBN governor to the president on the matter.

    The presidency has reacted to the first allegation asking Obasanjo to produce evidence of the training of snipers and killers especially since he claims to know where they are being trained. They are saying that the onus is now on Obasanjo to show evidence of this very dangerous allegation that is laden with vile innuendos.

    For now, Obasanjo is yet to respond to this challenge. He may be hiding under the cover of such terms as “allegation” and “if it is true” which dominated the text of his letter. But that raises serious question on the motivation and intention of Obasanjo in making public weighty and destructive allegations even when he is yet to verify them. What of the suggestions that the training is taking place in the same institutions that a military dictator, Abacha trained his own killers? The purport of the comparison between Jonathan with Abacha given the sad end of that dictator may not be lost on very discerning people. It was therefore very uncharitable for Obasanjo to have gone public with such tendentious comparison if he was only relying on hearsay.

    The other bothering on non-remittance of oil money has been substantially addressed by the same CBN governor when he said at the senate public hearing that the conclusion that $49.8 billion was missing is wrong. According to him, the letter he wrote to the president on the matter was an invitation to probe remittances to the Federation Account. He said that relevant agencies have commenced reconciling their accounts with about $12 billion still outstanding. With this clarification, we are inching closer to deodorizing the foul air generated by Obasanjo’s false and self-serving alarm.

    Obasanjo’s letter has also attracted other letters from some of the personages he maligned. Politician and businessman Buruji Kashamu in his own letter has told whoever cares to hear that the aspersions cast on his person by Obasanjo’s letter cannot fly. He said that he is neither a convict nor a drug baron but a political son of Obasanjo. He recounted how Obasanjo used him to fight former Ogun State Governor Gbenga Daniel and wrested the structures of the PDP from him for he (Obasanjo’s) political advantage. He queried why it is now he is seen to be close to Jonathan that Obasanjo is realizing he is not a good person after introducing him into politics and using him to achieve his selfish ends. Obasanjo still has questions to answer in respect of the claims of Kashamu.

    But as if this was not enough, a letter purportedly written by Obasanjo’s first daughter Iyabo in which she described her father in unprintable words calling him a manipulator and two-faced hypocrite determined to foist on President Jonathan what no one would contemplate with him as president came into public domain. She among others accused her father of having an egoistic craving for power and living a life where only men of low esteem and intellect thrive.

    Though Obasanjo is yet to comment on the existence of the letter, former Ogun State governor Segun Osoba confirmed that Iyabo had complained to him along the lines of the issues raised in the letter and he made Obasanjo aware of it then.

    Before this article is published, we may be treated with some other open letters. But more fundamentally, most of the issues raised in these open letters have thrown doubts on the credibility and propriety of Obasanjo to author the damning letter on the Jonathan administration. The letter from his daughter says it all. Even as Jonathan is yet to respond to the moral issues and moral authority of Obasanjo to lampoon his regime in the way he did, most of the reactions have been unanimous in the verdict that Obasanjo lacks the moral bearing to accuse Jonathan of the alleged misdeeds since his regime had a surfeit of them. Those with patronizing views would want the nation to take the message and throw away the messenger. But for a greater majority, both the message and the messenger should be consigned to the nearest trash can.

    It smacks of crass dishonesty for Obasanjo to pretend he is not aware the party’s national chairman acts at the behest of the president when during his regime he forced out at least two national chairmen and replaced them at will. Obasanjo cannot claim ignorance of the fact that he determined who should contest what position at all levels of election in all the states. If there are reverses which the party currently suffers, their foundation were laid by Obasanjo and if that party and democracy collapse he should assume full responsibility.

    Obasanjo said he wants nothing from Jonathan as God has been very kind to him. He positions himself as a patriot whose motivations should be seen from their altruistic value. But this claim cannot fly in the face of the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. A patriot will hesitate to bandy speculative allegations that can destroy his country if he is not moved by reasons that are less than noble. A patriot will not play God by talking down on the Ijaw ethnic group even when the nation’s resources are tapped from their backyard. It is not true that he wants nothing from Jonathan. He wants power. He is propelled by vaulting ambition to be the greatest Nigerian that has ever lived even when his ascendancy to power was largely accidental and opportunistic. And that is why he wants to control everything, anything. Now he is being consigned to the political dustbin for overrating his political relevance, the centre will no longer hold. That cannot qualify as an attribute of a patriot.

     

  • Mama Peace Woman of war

    Nigerians must be anxious to find out whether the country’s First Lady Patience Jonathan’s publicised change of name will make any difference not only to her public conduct but also to public perception of her personality. Perhaps under pressure from “social anxiety,” which is unsurprising in the light of her markedly unflattering public image, Mrs. Jonathan announced her new name to a probably bemused audience at the Banquet Hall of the Presidential Villa, Abuja. The occasion was the December 13 launch of the Subsidy Reinvestment and Empowerment Programme Maternal and Child Health (SURE –P MCH) otherwise known as MAMA Project.

    According to her, “My name is no more Patience but now Mama Peace because I believe that without peace, there will be no more women, no more children and no more health sector. Without peace, the international community will be afraid to come and invest in our country.” It looks like Mrs. Jonathan recently experienced an awakening, or what is this unaccustomed sentimentality all about? This is not the old, familiar lady of battle, and it is difficult to recognise the change.

    Ironically, in public consciousness Mrs. Jonathan’s background is linked with disturbance of the peace. Isn’t this the same lady who in July last year caused more than a stir upon her appointment as permanent secretary by Bayelsa State Governor Seriake Dickson, which was widely unpopular particularly by virtue of the fact that she had been on leave from the civil service for over 13 years while she played the role of a politician’s wife? Isn’t this the same lady who triggered public outrage following her moves to raise a whopping $26m (N1.4bn) for a planned “First Lady’s Mission Building” that would serve as a centre for meetings of African First Ladies?

    If these were mild manifestations of disruptive tendencies, her obviously ongoing clash with Rivers State Governor Rotimi Amaechi should provide a stronger standard for measuring her troublesomeness. Amaeachi, in an interview, defined the basis of the crisis as her overbearing attitude, saying, “She wants to have a say in the government. Just know that she wants to have a say. I don’t want to go beyond that; that will become too explicit. Just know that she wants to control the government of Rivers State, that’s all.”

    It is disturbing that, to go by developments, the people of Rivers State are apparently paying a hard price for her alleged power-lust. In this matter, it is perhaps impossible to ignore the wisdom that the first lady’s enemy is necessarily the president’s foe. This is not to say that her husband is henpecked, although that may well be the case. Such tragically inappropriate personalisation of office is deserving of unreserved condemnation.

    Interestingly, Amaechi painted a worrying picture of the people’s loss on account of the reality that he has his name written in the first family’s black book. In a recent interaction with a group of medical doctors at the Government House, Port Harcourt, the state capital, Amaeachi not only charged President Goodluck Jonathan with victimisation, he also gave distasteful details. Among other instances of Jonathan’s allegedly deliberate ill-treatment of the people arising from their frosty relationship, Amaechi highlighted the incredible case involving the provision of water. According to him, “I will start with water. We got African Development Bank (ADB) and World Bank to give us a loan, for which we will pay 0.4 per cent for 40 years, which is a wonderful loan and we planned to give Port Harcourt people water first. If everybody in Rivers State is drinking (potable) water that will reduce the number of patients that go to Briathwaite Memorial Hospital or any other hospital. World Bank agreed; ADB agreed. They said, ‘go and do due process ‘. We have finished due process. What is remaining is for the Minister of Finance to sign.” Then he dropped a bombshell, saying, “‘oh, you are quarreling with the President, we will not sign’. That is why they have not signed.”

    It is instructive that this unreasonableness antedated Amaechi’s recent defection from the ruling People’s Democratic Party (PDP) to All Progressives Congress (APC), implying that the Jonathan administration rated personal animosity above official responsibility, even when it concerned a member of his party. In a fundamental sense, such conduct amounted to anti-party activity because it sent out an unhelpful signal to the people about the party’s delivery of essential services. A more people-friendly and politically adept leader would have taken advantage of the situation as a vote-winning opportunity. However, this revolting episode is not just about Amaechi, for it is logical to suppose that other governors possibly blacklisted by Jonathan will receive similar uncooperative reaction, probably to the detriment of society.

    Plainly, therefore, whatever might be responsible for Mrs. Jonathan’s new-found song on “peace evangelism,” it appears that she will benefit from further education on the basics of the concept. As long as cases like Amaechi’s are unfairly sustained by official ill-will, she has nothing to teach anyone about peace. Let her learn from her own words, if they were not uttered hypocritically. According to her, “Peace is from the heart and not from the tongue or lips; not what you say but what is in you. We pray for genuine peace because peace is the key to our arriving at our desired destination as a nation. We are approaching the New Year which is a year of peace, progress and so many good things to come. 2014 is going to be a year of no militancy and no Boko Haram because God will shower peace and make us take a U-turn from disaster.”

    It is unclear whether Mrs. Jonathan has formally effected her declared change of name, or whether she also has the inclination of a prophetess, which is how she sounded. While her good wishes are appreciated, they are also undeniably self-serving, betraying her concern about her husband’s political survival.

    In this year-end season, which is traditionally a time for New Year resolutions, Mrs. Jonathan’s name-change suggests that she intends to turn over a new leaf. This is heartwarming because that is the meaning of changeability, after all. If that is the case, God bless her.

  • Season of venomous letters

    Season of venomous letters

    His previous letters were not always a model of grammatical rectitude, nor even of moral and philosophical correctness, but his latest to President Goodluck Jonathan, dated December 2, but leaked to the media weeks after, offends every rule known to man, whether of common sense or of morality, of grammar or logic, of religion or politics. A more temperate man would be capable of arranging his thoughts with more finesse and better control of emotions than former President Olusegun Obasanjo did in his angry and caustic 18-page letter. Indeed, only Chief Obasanjo, judging from his antecedents and misshapen worldview, could have presented salient and weighty issues in such an offensive manner that commentators are left in a quandary whether to separate the message from the messenger or to consider the two in their obvious inextricable interconnectedness.

    Commentators have urged the separation of the message from the messenger. They hope that that would create a fair and unfettered understanding of the issues raised by Chief Obasanjo, and help promote the cause of peace, stability and good governance as the former president pretended to aim after in his letter. Already, Dr Jonathan is being pressured to respond to the issues raised in the controversial letter, and to discountenance the moral qualification of the letter writer. It makes a lot of sense to ask everyone to de-emphasise the moral qualification of the writer, for of all the living and dead presidents Nigeria has had in its chequered history, Chief Obasanjo appears to be the least qualified morally, politically or even philosophically to admonish, let alone censure, anyone. If no separation between the message and messenger is done, it is feared, the weight of Chief Obasanjo’s moral turpitude could considerably overshadow or attenuate some of the poignant points he raised in his letter.

    In short, the country is being asked to do a fractional distillation of the letter: separate the message from the messenger and isolate all the issues, while at the same time distilling the points one after the other in such a way that none of those points, no matter how seemingly contradictory, is diminished by the other or by the letter writer himself. The problem, however, is that the former president stands imposingly and almost inextricably between every point he raised. No useful consideration of any point could be done without being choked by the inconveniencing obtrusion of the follies and foibles of the letter writer. The scheming of Chief Obasanjo is too evident in every point he raised to be ignored. He was disingenuous, as indeed he likes to pride himself, but there was absolutely no altruism in him; and even his disingenuousness, in the light of his previous letters to Dr Jonathan and other presidents, is questionable.

    While it may seem more sensible to de-emphasise the failings of the letter writer, and instead focus more critically on the message he tried so futilely to convey, a much better approach would be to sift through the letter to identify areas for leadership improvement. For in the end, it is as important to curb Chief Obasanjo’s sanctimoniousness and end his unguarded and continuing meddlesomeness in national affairs as it is to extirpate the leadership mediocrity he has repeatedly helped to enthrone and which his letter has helped to draw attention to once again. Chief Obasanjo warned that he had a thick skin, and would simply disregard the criticisms, insults and sabre-rattling certain to follow the letter. By inference, he was also saying that anyone who seemed to have sympathy for the Jonathan camp or focused on the writer rather than his message would be engaging in a sterile exercise. We should not gratify him.

    He is doubtless famous for his inurement to insults and criticisms, no matter how accurate, well-meaning or wounding. And having got away with murder, as it were, in his previous letters to past presidents and heads of state, some of whom came to grief soon after, he seems accustomed to having his way and getting commentators to draw a line between the message and the messenger. Nigerians apparently do not understand that the problems Chief Obasanjo complained of were caused by his own distorted theology, monstrous politics, appalling worldview and extreme narcissism. It is, however, time he was told he would not be allowed to toy with the country; that he could not impose bad leaders only to turn round to assail and condemn his hapless stooges; that he could not foment evil and bring disaster upon the country and turn round to present himself a knight in shining armour; that he could not lay mines in the country’s politics only to turn round to either amputate shattered limbs as a benevolent doctor or administer euthanasia as a mercy killer.

    It is now more urgent than ever that the messenger must be demystified, disrobed and castrated if the country is to make progress. For he is not just integral to the country’s problems, as evidenced by his more than 30 years of anarchic intervention in national affairs, he is also in fact the architect of many of Nigeria’s recent woes. But while the demystification is going on, it is also urgent that as the architect is being led figuratively to the gallows, the social and bureaucratic monstrosities he has sired, his misbegotten political sons, and his eternal cocksureness must share his fate. So, commentators must dexterously weigh in balanced cadence the messenger and his message, the architect and his building, the creator and his creature, the hobgoblin and its spinoffs. Chief Obasanjo has wreaked so much havoc on the country by imposing mediocre leaders upon it, a point he casually gloated over again in his letter, that he should be denounced together with his creatures. If we spare him as he expects, perhaps for fear of diluting the intensity and gravity of his message, he will once again be left free to foment more trouble.

    It is clear that most of the weighty statements and allegations in his letter, whether against individuals, Dr Jonathan’s government, or his political opponents, are geared towards only one thing – creating a new and wider political space for Chief Obasanjo to practise more chicanery, not for the country to be renewed or to help it foster a political system that is self-correcting and self-healing. Chief Obasanjo’s main objective is his determination to ensure that Dr Jonathan does not present himself for re-election, as if that would make the ambitious and intransigent president less undemocratic than he has become. Everything Chief Obasanjo said in his rancorous letter was aimed at forging a consensus against Dr Jonathan. No one is fooled. Was Chief Obasanjo himself not denied third term? And did he not out of spite saddle the country with misfits? Would a spurned Jonathan not be capable of worse mischief, especially seeing how quite desperate and tyrannical he has become under the pressures of the past few months?

    Dr Jonathan is under pressure to respond. He apparently will. But it would be strange if the country were to be satisfied with his explanations, for whatever he has to say would be undermined by his constant vainglorious assertions and also be as misleading as the original letter from Chief Obasanjo. It is expected that pressure will be brought to bear upon the National Assembly to probe critical parts of the former president’s letter, such as the nefarious oil deals and alleged training and arming of death squads. The legislature may succumb to the pressure; but even then, given the impotence they have displayed over key national issues in the past few years, it is hard to see any probe from them amounting to anything. Nothing, of course, will be said on all the other futile and thoroughly acerbic parts of the letter. Apart from underscoring a strange and warped theology, arrogating ecclesiastical immunity to himself, and creating an unsustainable air of self-importance, those futile parts were meant to burnish the credentials of the former president.

    Nigeria must be clear what to make of Obasanjo’s letter. Its value appears to be no more than having the truculent old warhorse on the side of the anti-Jonathan forces. His support, however, must be taken very gingerly, especially by the All Progressives Congress (APC) rainbow coalition, for every time he rallied to a cause, such as when he opposed former President Shehu Shagari or even General Sani Abacha, the outcome had never been salutary. His opposition to Jonathan will not be different, for his cause is not always the same as the country’s, nor should we entertain the presumption that our capacity for intrigues and malevolence matches Chief Obasanjo’s. The letter is futile; Dr Jonathan’s response will also be futile. Chief Obasanjo was and remains a cankerworm to Nigeria’s body politic; Dr Jonathan is tarred with the same brush. Even if the president’s nose is put out of joint, he will struggle in a two-horse race with Chief Obasanjo to impose another mediocre on the country, if we let them.

    Nigeria must, therefore, look beyond Chief Obasanjo’s pompous letter. Given the Independent National Electoral Commission’s suggestion that elections might be difficult to organise in the Northeast in 2015, a region that has become a bastion of the opposition, the hurdles confronting those who wish to unhorse Dr Jonathan could become gargantuan. Neither Obasanjo nor Jonathan should be spared, notwithstanding the puerile threats by uninformed aides of the president to equate the call for Dr Jonathan’s impeachment with treason. Chief Obasanjo was not just an incompetent president with a very poor grasp of issues, as his latest letter shows to everyone’s dismay, his godson is even much worse. The message and the messenger do not deserve a decent hearing and should be thrown out, lest Chief Obasanjo should imagine he had scored a point with us. The country, if its enlightened citizens have any sense about them, should insist on taking on Dr Jonathan on their own, not at the behest of anyone, nor on the prompting of schemers. If we don’t, a much crueller fate than the lassitude our cowardice and misconceptions have brought upon us in the past one decade and more will befall us again in 2015.

  • Christmas without the false trimmings

    Christmas without the false trimmings

    The poverty of the rich is their wont to ignore the poor

    We come to the end of the year. Given their ritualistic bent, world leaders shall proclaim peace on earth and goodwill toward all men. Then, they will turn their backs on the words just uttered to continue the short-sighted governance that has caused the global political economy to plummet into the cavern of inequality.

    The holiday season has become one of plastic-wrapped, disposable virtue used once yearly then discarded in the effluvia of our consumptive and egregious times. The tree of modern Christmas is ornate and outwardly resplendent; for all of its finery, the thing is barren. It bears no fruit and is taken down too quickly to do any good other than serve as lovely but transient flash before the eye.

    We approach Christmas day but don’t approximate its spirit. The passage of days is inexorable; there are no plaudits earned for merely surviving from one season to the next. There is a choice in how we live and by what spirit and values society operates. Here we have failed ourselves for we have fallen face first, then to our knees, to worship before the temple of the minted god. In the indiscriminate quest for economic wealth and power, much has been gained but also something worthy has been lost. Christmas is a good time to ask what and why.

    Control of money is to hold power over things and people because money is convertible to almost everything else. Thus, it has a force beyond that of any merely physical object. Once money is used to buy a thing, the owner’s power is limited by the physical attributes and constraints of the thing purchased. Once one purchases a car, he must use that car according to the car’s physical properties. He can drive it ad infinitum but he dare not try to sail it or carve it and serve it to the family for dinner.

    As long as one has money, he can purchase anything amenable to purchase. He may buy the car, an airplane, a vast herd of goats or a lifetime supply of toothpicks. If possessed of enough money, one can purchase even things considered outside the realm of general and permissible commerce: He can purchase people and the power that control of people brings.

    Each dollar owned represents a possible acquisition or transaction. Each dollar thus constitutes another opportunity to bring some valuable part of the world into the ambit of the owner. The world becomes a bonded warehouse of opportunity for the heavily affluent. To have money is to own the measurement of economic value. To own the measure of value is to have the capacity to redefine value itself. To redefine value is to have true power. To have power is to be able to shape the world in ways that deflect adversity and uncertainty away from you by channeling them toward others. As such, the status of money is high above that of all other things man has or does.

    Because money has been the force to move all things and most people into the flow of commerce, it acquired a universality that makes it appear omnipotent and omnipresent. Consequently, those possessing great mounts of it are tempted to believe themselves to be the same.

    A god has been established to rival God himself. Money is unlike those lifeless deities carved of wood or graven of gold. Those deities can do nothing but dumbly sit there. However, money lubricates the processes of life and commerce. It is visible yet intangible. Most of all, it is man’s most infallible invention. Money never ceases to work. Individual currencies may fail and lose value, but the inherent utility of and our desire for money never abate. As man exists, does money also.

    Because of these properties, man has been tempted throughout the ages to treat money as his everyday god and to relegate God to the status of guest at special occasions.

    The biblical injunction that love of money is the root of evil was not the expression of an overabundance of caution. It warns of the deep pit into which men and nations may fall should the pursuit of lucre cause them to betray their finer senses and to cheat their souls. Over the centuries, man has periodically strayed from this wise counsel. Each time, the misconduct ended in molten calamity. Nations and societies have been destroyed or impair by the simple error of mistaking money, the presentation of value, for genuine value itself. After the deluge, man regroups to walk a more correct path for a time. Forgetting the lessons of the past, he slowly returns to the secular worship of money and the social wreckage it brings.

    Over the past several decades, the love of money has become the primary commandment of the global economy. An entire economic ideology has been constructed to legitimize the misbehavior. Rules and laws have been instituted to make what once was illegal or unethical business practices into the accepted conduct of our times. In most nations, usury laws prohibited moneylenders from sending unfortunate borrowers into debt peonage. Today, imposing usurious interest rates on the common and poor is considered sound business practice; it is an accepted way of high profit for major financial houses. Government no longer shields the poor from the avarice of the affluent. Government now stands as the eager accomplice in the fleecing of the meager and humble.

    As a consequence, the economy has shifted from one where the premium is on the production of things to one where the grand prize goes to those who make money to make more money.

    This leads to another problem. Unlike most tangible objects such as a car or a chicken, money has unlimited utility. No matter how acquisitive one is, at some point, a person has his fill of material things. There is a ceiling on how many things he will buy. He will not purchase another car, house, coat, shoe or pig until he depletes his existing inventory. However, the threshold for enough money is so high as to be nonexistent. Few people, even the exceedingly rich, ever say they have enough money. Fewer people will excuse themselves from the opportunity to reap a windfall, even at the unjust expense of another. Nations go to war off the hint of treasure. Brother slays brother over it. Those who have much exploit their advantaged position to hoard more. Those who have little must spend and depart with the scant morsel they have. They can neither save nor invest. As each day passes, the rich become more themselves as do the poor.

    Consequently, we reach the current situation where income and wealth inequality in many nations are more skewed now than in almost a century. The global news media tells you that euro zone economic activity is on the uptick. In terms of sheer economic statistics, this might be accurate technically. But whoever said facts don’t lie is wrong. In a complex world, facts are what the powerful shape them to be. Thus, the aggregate figures of positive growth mask a grim tale. Economic growth may be present, but it is of the variety that its benefits evade the majority of the people.

    Most of the growth falls into the soft, welcoming palms of established wealth. A great expanse of youth are jobless and without direction. Greece remains a dungeon of poverty. As the fortunes of the common person declines, suicides and sickness climb. Major cities in Spain and Italy are places of frequent mass demonstrations. These events don’t make the news because the rich and powerful don’t want you to see turmoil. There is an effective news embargo on the desperate protests of the sinking poor in these nations. Spain has gone a dangerous step further in conceal the rancor. The government is engineering laws that will make demonstrations and harsh public critique of government policy illegal, susceptible to steep fines and imprisonment. Welcome to the dictatorship of the wealthy.

    The same observation applies to the trajectory many African political economies. These nations tout high growth rates, but the reality behind these figures is dismal. The bulk of the populace remains mired in age-old poverty while a small elite zooms away in imported cars. This is not economic development. It is economic and social estrangement of the leadership from the people. It can’t but result in a foul end.

    It seems dear Karl Marx had a backward gaze into the crystal ball. The processes of capitalism have not led to his dictatorship of the proletariat. Instead, capitalism has yielded to a virulent species of itself, financialism. This financialization of the economy is producing a dictatorship of money that threatens democracy where it has been established. In African nations, where democracy is yet to give fruit, this distortion threatens to nip that happy process in the bud.

    To his partial credit, American President Obama gave a stirring speech earlier this month proclaiming economic inequality as the primary moral and political challenge of this generation. The man has come to the party rather late. That it took him five years in office to attain this basic understanding is baffling. Had he realized this before perhaps his now dwindling presidency would have been different.

    For too long, he has fraternized and made cozy with those who would bleed the life from democratic society by wrecking its economic underpinnings. He is now chained to these people. The best he can do is become a modern-day Samson who, upon recovering his senses, used the remnants of his strength to bring down the pillars upon himself and those who had enticed, then captured, him. Yet, he appears not to have the special courage to do such a selfless thing.

    His speech endorsed several measures to help the poor and narrow America’s inequality gap. One measure was to continue unemployment benefits for the jobless. Within ten days, he backtracked. Before people had time to forget his speech, he signaled approval of a budget proposal terminating jobless benefits for 1.3 million households this month. Such was his Christmas gift to the nation’s most needy. Sadly, his speech against inequality seems to be one of his notorious feigns. Whenever he says he will do something “for” the poor, be prepared that the real intent is to do something “to” the poor. His fine talk is to sugarcoat the bitter pill so people do not take to the streets of America as they now do in Spain, Italy and Greece.

    In a way, I feel sad for President Obama. Here is a man who has allowed an ounce of greatness to slip through his hands that he might hold fast to a pound of mediocrity. By tethering himself to the rich and powerful, he has written a place for himself that the collective memory will not remember as a fine one.

    God is generous but Fate is stingy. The numerous chances God provides, Fate tries to steal away. Fate always seeks to narrow our chances of greatness to one fleeting moment that once missed is forever gone. This is why we must always be cognizant of Fate’s devices and avoid abetting its attempt to defeat our better purpose.

    Since this is Christmas season, there is no better figure than Jesus to demonstrate how to treat this matter of economic inequality. The establishment tells us the entire profile of Jesus is encapsulated in how he silently took his punishment like a sheep led to the slaughter. Thus, the poor should stoically eat of their poverty for that is their fate.

    In reality, this was but a single episode in an extraordinary life of multiple dimensions. Christians believe his sacrifice was a divine mission to render humankind spiritual salvation. Since there was no alternative except to allow mankind to perish, the Prince of Peace decided he might as well shut up and get on with the heavenly but excruciating mission.

    Before the time for silent sacrifice came, Jesus did much that needs remembrance in the here and now. This man was born of a humble, uneducated family. Yet, he challenged the teachings of the establishment of his time. He so baffled and perplexed the learned ones that they conspired under cloak of darkness to kill him; he had exposed them for the ugly thing they had become.

    They decreed that man must do nothing on the Sabbath. To confound them, Jesus performed many miraculous healings on that day. He did this to demonstrate that the Scribes and Pharisees knew the form of propriety but lacked the substance and spirit of it. They were ghosts parading as living beings, followers of mean doctrine masquerading as moral leaders of the people.

    Jesus chastised them for turning the temple of God into a money-making machine, an olden-day ATM where the priests conspired with moneychangers to separate the poor from their hard-earned money. He did not countenance the disgrace or attempt to sidle up to those in power to partner with them in the gain and profit. He fought the powers of the day to ease the burden on the people. He chased malefactors and their malpractice from the temple that it might return to what is was erected to be.

    Jesus was the consummate radical reformer who cared little for the doctrine and ritual of the establishment. He dealt with the spirit of things and of people. This is the spirit we must now hold. To better the welfare of the poor and struggling, we must do more than sing carols, strain to purchase gifts and act happy during the Christmas season. We must ask fundamental questions such as what is the real purpose of society, governance and our economic patterns. Today, we are told to cheer as long as there is economic growth. This growth has been further distilled to one numerical measurement, GDP.

    We forget that the concept of GDP was devised as an indicator or measurement of economic health. It is but a map, a rough reflection. Today, the map has become more important than the real thing. If GDP is growing, we are told that all is well even when our lives say all is not.

    This deception is the work of modern-day secular Scribes and Pharisees who would place form over substance because it profits them. Their way produces vast riches and power for them but it is destitute of morality and meaning for the people.

    Today, let’s begin to give Jesus honor – not by making merriment – but by dedicating ourselves to the reforming spirit in which he lived. We need to redefine our economic processes away from this adoration of growth figures. Reliance on aggregate growth figures means you accede to the structure of things as they are. It means the bulk of the people will continue to increase in poverty and suffering while the smallest minority enjoys greater bounty. It is an unfairness that caters to evil.

    Let us begin the process of redefining how we gauge the economy so that we begin to talk about concepts such as economic health and fairness. Let us construct new measurements that balance and combine aggregate growth with a fairer distribution of wealth. The poor work too hard for the little they get and the wealthy work too little for the windfall they take. Let this mission be our special Christmas gift to ourselves. If we do this, the history we make will be a benign one, the lives we save will be many and, for those of us who believe in these things, we may just give the Primary Resident in heaven reason to smile and say, “Well done, my children! Well done!”

     

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  • Medical dystopia in Nigeria

    Medical dystopia in Nigeria

    ( The Ghost of Olikoye Ransome-Kuti)

    It is just as well that the association of medical doctors in Nigeria has downed tools again, this time in what they call a warning strike. They will not be particularly missed. At this point of acute national misery and distress, it is important to recall the memory and legacy of one of our past heroes. While his memorable stint as Federal Minister of Health lasted, Olikoye Ransome-Kuti laboured like a yeoman to redeem and sanitize the nation’s public health sector. He was as humane and conscientious as he was squeakily clean and overflowing with personal integrity. He made it clear, just like his illustrious forebears and siblings, that another country was possible.

    All that has now gone to the dogs. No one in living memory can possibly remember when last the public health system in Nigeria functioned hitch free without some threats of an impending industrial action with its range of ominous possibilities. When this is not the case, fake drugs, under-strength medication in all its Oriental menace and sheer professional perfidy combine to put finishing touches to the hapless victims.

    There are millions of suffering and ailing Nigerians who have already commended their souls to the almighty. They are just going through the motion, waiting for the inevitable end and secretly hoping that somebody might actually fast track the whole procedure of terminal disappearance. It says something about the quality of life in a nation when many of its people secretly long for death.

    The current industrial action by the doctors, coming on the heels of the recently suspended ASUU strike which lasted a whopping six months, says a lot about the dire state of tertiary education and the public health sector in Nigeria. Every year, our public universities continue to churn out half-baked graduates, particularly medical doctors, who seem to be armed with a professional license to kill. And boy, how these chaps have been at it. It is the time of Hippocratic homicide.

    But we must not confuse the symptom with the disease. In as much as it is correct to say that many doctors contribute to the massive wickedness of the system, they are also victims of its fundamental cruelty and injustice. There is often a neat and exacting symmetry to a nation’s fate that may elude many. The rains did not start beating us yesterday.

    Next weekend, it will be thirty years since the then Brigadier Sani Abacha’s famous dawn broadcast consigning the inept civilian government of Shehu Shagari to the trashcan of history. As part of the justification for the coup, Abacha famously dismissed our hospitals as having become mere consulting clinics. Ten years after by December 1993, Sani Abacha had transformed into a four star general and was about to unleash a kleptocracy on the nation that has only been surpassed by the thieving incompetence of the current government.

    Thirty years into this cruel charade, our hospitals have moved from being mere consulting clinics to alternative mortuaries. The whole nation itself resembles a vast crematorium bristling and bursting with the dying and the dead. There is the unmistakable odour and the putrid fragrance of death and chrysanthemum everywhere you turn. Nigerians are falling in their thousands everyday often needlessly and most time heedlessly. A people who allow this to happen to them have forfeited the rights to be called citizens. For tyranny to endure, there must be compliant and craven subjects.

    This morning in a personal dimension to this consuming national tragedy, we bring you a moving tribute from a father to a beloved thirty four year old daughter who died a few weeks back in October after a botched fibroid surgery. According to the late Bola Ige, nothing can be more cruel and poignantly punitive than living to bury your own adult child. We mourn with our good friend, Dr Ezenwa F. Chizea and we wish him and his wife the fortitude and grace to bear this huge loss of a promising daughter.

  • Misquoting Gov. Ajimobi

    DID you know that ‘write me’ as contained on the front page of Saturday PUNCH of December 14 is American English, while the formal (standard) form is ‘write to me’?

    “Round-the clock news from around the world” (StarTimes Full-page advertisement from the above medium) Adjectival entry: Round-the-clock news

    National Mirror of December 19 contained an avalanche of mistakes starting from the following watery headline to its Views and Editorial Pages and other equally wobbly departments: “Ajimobi commissions (auspicates, inaugurates, opens, establishes, launches, initiates, unveils…) Asejire water plant, 17 years after” The verbal context of ‘commission’ here is utterly wrong and shows a poverty of vocabulary. I do not understand why journalists keep fumbling ridiculously and lousily with this word every day despite innumerable corrections here! This is sheer misrepresentation of the 64-year-old diligent and pacesetting Oyo State Governor, Senator Isiaka Abiola Ajimobi.

    “Katsina PDP: Why late (the late) President Yar’Adua’s close associates are defecting to APC”

    “It is in the interest of the nation (Nigeria is a country—not a nation, by the way) that the press should at all time (times) expose corrupt officers….”

    “…to the consternation of majority (a majority) of the citizens who look up to such businesses to serve public needs.”

    “Administrator advocates more scholarships for indigents” When did ‘indigent’, an adjective, become a noun?”

    “People who cannot read or write and who have never seen the four walls of a secondary school….” Education Today: the walls (not four walls)!

    Lastly from NATIONAL MIRROR Back Page Banner of December 19: “Right sizing the civil service: A more realistic approach” Spell-check: rightsizing

    DAILY SUN of December 11 fumbled twice: “These big masquerades (masqueraders) entered the world and destroyed sacred….” Masqueraders wear masquerades, masks, etc.

    “Man remanded over (for) alleged killing of wife”

    THE NATION ON SUNDAY MAGAZINE of December 8 disseminated just two solecisms: “…in this piece pays tribute to one of Africa’s notable poet (poets) as he enters the winter of life.”

    “Small business start ups tips” Get it right: start-up tips

    “Its (It’s) been 7 years since you left us but memories of you lingers (linger) in our hearts.” (Full-page advertisement, The PUNCH, December 6))

    “Congratulations…for (on/upon) participating in the National Growth Challenge September to December 2013…sponsored by Unilever”

    DAILY SUN of December 4 comes next: “Borno reviews 24hrs (sic) curfew” and “Igbo community in Kano elects new officers” This way: 24-hour curfew/24 hours’ curfew. The community elected officials (not the otiose ‘new’)—if they were old officials, you re-elect!

    “Japanese diplomat arrested over (for/in connection with) fire at DRC embassy”

    “Torching (Touching) lives of orphans through sports”

    THE NATION ON SUNDAY of August 18 disseminated four infractions: “Campaigners accuse Shell over (of) weapons”

    “Aregbesola, Tinubu, Oritsejafor pay last respect (respects) to Obadare”

    THISDAY, THE SATURDAY NEWSPAPER, of August 17 also circulated four blunders: “FG hands tanker drivers 48hrs (48 hrs’) ultimatum to relocate from MMIA” By the way, what difference would it have made spelling out ‘hours’?

    “In its stead comes a mind-blowing display of opulence that has suddenly taken a firm root among the elite and nouveau riche….” Singular: nouveau riche; plural: nouveaux riches

    “Before now, weather forecasts from NIMET were never taken serious (seriously) because….”

    Lastly from THE SATURDAY NEWSPAPER: “As part of the build up (build-up) to the event….”

    The PUNCH of August 16 published a few mistakes: “AT least one person was feared killed on Thursday morning when a 12-man armed bandits (12-man gang of bandits) struck at….” ‘Banditry’ involves the deployment of a measure of violence with sharp objects/instruments/weaponry during robbery. So, ‘armed banditry’ is sheer verbosity! Of course, robbery and armed robbery

    “Ban condemns crack down (crackdown) on Cairo protesters”

    Lastly from the Back Page of The PUNCH under review: “…whereas they are kept at arms’ length.” Friday musings: arm’s length

    “Ondo State Governor, Dr. Olusegun Mimiko (right), paying his (it could not have been another person’s!) last respect (respects) to the late (we do not pay last respects to the living!) General Evangelist…at the lying-in-state and commendation service for the late (again, what’s going on with this back page caption?) clergyman in Akure…on Thursday.” (Source: as above)A rewrite: …Mimiko paying last respects to the General Evangelist…at…for the clergyman….

    “…said that the aforementioned are (were) the younger generation of leaders who failed the nation.” (DAILY SUN, August 14)

    DAILY SUN of August 7 goofed three times: “State of emergency has restored normalcy in (to) North”

    “NIMASA alerts ships (ship owners, you mean?) on (to) danger spots”

    The Guardian of August 6 committed copious offences beginning from its front page; “Besides, the state government on Sunday began the fumigation and clearing of drainages in six areas of the Maiduguri metropolis….” Conscience, nurtured by truth: ‘drainage’ is uncountable.

    “Bank of England’s rate policy may highten (heighten) inflation”

    “Maid set ablaze dies in hospital, as police pledges (pledge) justice”

    Now The Guardian Editorial: “They may not have triumphed in their efforts to (at) nation-building….”

    “Your wise counsels and dogged commitment to the progress and unity of this nation has (have) remained exemplary.” (Full-page congratulatory advertisement by Dikko Inde Abdullahi, CFR, Comptroller General, NCS) ‘Counsel’ is a non-count noun.

    “Some allege without proof that Tinubu is the force behind Bamidele in his determination to confront Fayemi….” (THISDAY, August 3). If the word ‘allege’ means ‘to assert something without any proof’, then delete ‘without proof’ from the extract!

  • Iyabo Obasanjo scripts even more stridently

    Iyabo Obasanjo scripts even more stridently

    While Nigerians were still grappling with the damning and highly censorious content of Chief Obasanjo’s letter to President Jonathan, a letter that seemed to capture the mood of the country, especially in its dismissive characterisation of the president as dangerous, dishonourable and incompetent, the former president’s daughter, Iyabo, a Ph.D. holder, also wrote her own very damning letter to her father. In the letter published by the Vanguard newspaper last week, Dr Obasanjo described her father as manipulative and hypocritical. Though she stressed that the timing of the letter was not designed to benefit Dr Jonathan in his deathly struggle with Chief Obasanjo, nor meant to exculpate the president on account of the moral incompetence of his traducer, it was clear she timed it to wound and undermine her father most tellingly and at his most vulnerable moment.

    It is, however, doubtful whether Dr Obasanjo’s almost regicidal letter could lessen the impact of Chief Obasanjo’s fiery denunciation of the president. The country, it seems, has made up its mind to separate the content of Chief Obasanjo’s letter from his person, no matter how repulsive many commentators feel his character is. Everyone is used to Chief Obasanjo’s obnoxiousness, they say, and he can be very sanctimonious and foul-mouthed, but that does not in any way undermine the integrity of his observations about Dr Jonathan. It can, however, not be denied that Dr Obasanjo’s letter was timed to receive the most attention and inflict the most damage.

    I read the letter very closely, just as I read that of her father very closely. As the main piece above shows, I refuse to be swayed by the almost universal sentiment to separate the content of Chief Obasanjo’s letter from his person. But I also insist that while his person remains eternally offensive, the content of his letter, other than the few unsubstantiated allegations that require no comment, are germane and his conclusions about the person and competence of Dr Jonathan not misplaced at all. While it is also important to deflate Chief Obasanjo’s air of self-importance, I have argued in the main piece that it is also urgent to denounce Dr Jonathan and compel him, as democratically as possible, to forswear further interest in the presidency.

    Both from his letter to the president and his daughter’s letter, Chief Obasanjo comes out incomparably damaged, while his daughter surprisingly shows more sensibleness, passion, compassion and patience. Though her withering letter appears to lack propriety, and indeed even violates African culture, she comes out smelling of roses. It seems to me that the unusual letter offers the most definitive insight into the frenzied mind of Chief Obasanjo, blows up the blowsy delusions that have harried him since his youth, shows in bold relief the demons that tormented him in his public life, and explains why and how he failed so disastrously as president and head of state.

    Dr Obasanjo’s letter is even more definitive than its tone and content reveal. It is now clear that Chief Obasanjo’s family is sadly dysfunctional. Not only can the family not be put together again, it is hard to see any reconciliation taking place now or in the future. The injury is deep on all sides. And for a man who does not have too much time left to make any fundamental amends, nor demonstrates the capacity to appreciate the gravity of the crisis he faces at home, he seems destined to take the confusion and bitterness in his family to the grave. But he elected to live that way, and is, alas, fated to exit the same way.

  • Nigeria’s many managers

    Nigeria’s many managers

    Impatience of some Nigerians over the ASUU strike shows the incurable minimalist in us 

    Nigeria is blessed with managers, many managers. Indeed, she has a surfeit of them that she can even export to other nations that are not so blessed. The only issue is that such nations must be ready to look for solution to the problem associated with too many managers. Too many managers are like too many cooks: they spoil the broth. As a matter of fact, Nigeria is the way she is as a result of the problem of the too many managers.

    It is so serious that almost everyone in the country has perfected the art of ‘managing’, such that you start wondering whether companies need the services of managing directors. If you greet some people and ask them: ‘how are things’, they will simply tell you: ‘we are managing’. There are numerous other examples that space would not permit me to cite. Another common one is when the husband gives money for the family’s upkeep to the wife and she complains as women are won’t to do that it is not enough, he tells her to ‘manage’. Meanwhile, the same husband who is asking madam in the house to manage is busy spoiling the concubine/s with money.

    Sadly, this is the story of our dear country, Nigeria. We see and smell affluence all over the people who were asking the Academic Staff Union of Universities (ASUU) to go and ‘manage’ at a point during their just ended strike. The same people who are adding to our yoke by raising tariffs on cars and rice are the same people buying bullet-proof cars for themselves at highly inflated costs. Yet, they say there is no money to fund education adequately. In other words, ASUU should go and ‘manage’. What a bundle of contradictions!

    This is my first piece since the ASUU members began their strike on July 1, and deliberately so. The strike ended on Tuesday. Indeed, inspiration for this write-up came from the discussion between a colleague of mine and one of the people who read his piece on the ASUU strike about three weeks ago. The reader had told my colleague that now that the Federal Government had offered the university teachers something, they should at least ‘go and manage’ that. Needless to say that my colleague was visibly angry. Indeed, every rational person who knows the value of education and who also knows that it is not that the government does not have the means to make the education sector better but is hampered by several leakages which bother essentially on corruption, should.

    Almost immediately, I remembered also the story of Major Adewale Ademoyega, who was detained after the Civil War. At a point, the food in the prison got exhausted or something, and when he approached the prison warder for what to eat, the warder told him to ‘manage’. The answer became so monotonous and meaningless to Ademoyega who got irritated at a point and told the warder that he was ready to ‘manage’ whatever was available, but at least there must be something on offer. But in a situation where nothing was available, ‘what would I manage’? The warder replied in the usual manner, ‘oga, just go and manage’! That was in the 1970s. The fact that some people were asking ASUU to ‘go and manage’ in the midst of plenty, and in this age, shows that many of us are incurable minimalists.

    When the lecturers began the strike, it was clear that it was going to be a long one. The issues could not be expected to be resolved immediately, given the antecedents. But hardly did anyone know that it would last for more than five months. But that was good because whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well.

    There must have been some hidden costs of the strike, no doubt, because when students who are supposed to be in school are not, and for so long, without being on holiday, anything could have happened. As the saying goes, ‘an idle hand is the Devil’s workshop’. Aside from these hidden costs, social and otherwise, we know that the strike led to the sack of the minister of education who was in charge when the strike started, as if she was the issue. Perhaps the greatest cost we know of is the death of that erudite scholar, Prof Festus Iyayi, who died on the way to Kano for a meeting related to the struggle.

    Sad as this was, we may be killing several other Iyayis silently if nothing is done to change the face of university education in Nigeria. A situation where some people, simply because they are politicians, would flaunt ill-gotten wealth and be living in the midst of plenty whereas universities are underfunded should not be allowed to continue forever. Otherwise, we would be inculcating the wrong values in our youths. So much money is being stolen in this country because many people are not asking for their rights. If every Nigerian keeps asking for what his due to him or her, politicians and their friends who are making the country bleed profusely would have little to steal.

    One may pity those who talk of ASUU ‘managing’ whatever the government has given it if only they belong to the new generation of Nigerians who were not privileged to know what some of our universities looked like years back, but not those who knew the citadels of learning when they were universities properly so-called. I recall with nostalgia, the Department of Mass Communication of the University of Lagos where I had my first degree; how we used to see the glass windows and doors in the department ‘sweat’, as it were, from the effects of the ultra-cold air conditioners in the department. I recall the same of the law faculty in the university and a few other departments and faculties there, most of which are today a shadow of what they used to be. It was like that all over the place; and, instead of the government addressing the serious issue of infrastructural deficit on the campuses, it kept on establishing more glorified secondary schools that it calls universities.

    Shouldn’t we be bothered that we can only know when our children gain admission into the universities; we have no idea of when they will finish even though we know the duration of their programmes? Shouldn’t we be bothered that none of our universities is among the first 1,000 in the world? Shouldn’t we be bothered that we keep churning out graduates, many of them unemployable? Yet, people are talking of ‘managing’.

    Now, the same Federal Government that keeps saying there is no money has coughed up something. It may not solve all the problems; at least it is a good beginning. What it means is that if ASUU had not insisted on having it right, the N1.1trn that the government promised to commit to public universities over a five-year period might have ended up in some private pockets or spent on white elephant projects. Your guess is as good as mine, especially with general elections only one year away. People must learn to insist on having their dues. It is when they don’t that some people in government see the money they should have spent for our collective good as free funds that they can steal or spend anyhow. As we jocularly say in my place, ‘ko s’obo mo ni Idanre’ (there are no more fools in Idanre); the last fool there, when last I checked, was using an exotic jeep.

    It is gratifying that ASUU, unlike Major Ademoyega, finally got something to ‘manage’. The union has fought a good fight; its members should however manage what they got well.

  • Conscience is incorruptible and its judgement eternal

    The only tangible manner I ease my mind of tension is to write and scribble down thoughts as they come.

    Injustice stinks and no one wants it heaped on himself or herself which makes those who selfishly supplant justice with injustice/falsehood worse than raw sewage and therefore not worthy of their being, irrespective of what social status they had attained.

    However, thanks to goodness, all humans, irrespective of the unworthiness as humans few have attained, are endowed with Conscience.

    Conscience is the spirit of God alive in every human. At death, it departs the body; which then makes a dead body a conscienceless entity.

    Death is a coward; a faceless coward devoid of any physical substance, though it possesses a dreaded saddening effect, and more horrifyingly it is never cowed.

    Though, a coward, it has dominion over all creations of God who invariably must fall prey to its ambush. Ogochukwu became a victim of that cowardly ambush on 16th October, 2013.

    Conscience is akin to death in some respect, though unlike death is never ‘silent’, and is not a coward. It boldly talks all the time but just to the individual in whom it resides. Conscience is a persistent tormentor, but lacks the attribute of death to ultimately accomplish its mission/objective.

    Conscience is of God while “will power” is human. A being has control over his/her will but not of his/her conscience.

    God gave us “will power” to manage and utilize as we deem appropriate but in His goodness He graciously instilled within each and every human the spirit of caution – conscience to moderate our humanness. A being has control and the ability to manipulate his/her “will power” but not his/her conscience – the will of God in him.

    Unfortunately, human considers it fun when he thinks he has tamed, domesticated and subjected his conscience to the whims and caprices of his “will power”. However, a good and decent person, even within our human perspective, is one whose “will” operates reasonably in tandem with his conscience.

    Everyday of our lives, we are on trial, each person’s conscience, acting as the accuser, prosecutor and score keeper. Conscience is divine, incorruptible and heavenly as it is aware of both our inner, and outward acts and intents. We are dead and worthless the instant the Spirit of God – Conscience departs our corruptible body!

    At death, our final judgement is equally instant, as conscience at its departure instantaneously collates our pluses and minuses.

    At Island Maternity Hospital, Victoria Island, Lagos, where my angel, Ogochukwumelum gave up the ghost in the afternoon of 16th October 2013, one of the senior doctors that attended to her – while in the process of breaking the “Nsugbe Coconut” – the letting out of unpleasant information, expressed disgust at the negligence and lack of professionalism that did my daughter in, at the hospital that brought her to them. And dutifully insisted on an autopsy, which I then imagined was to assist the medical profession checkmate the growing and alarming lack of professionalism, impunity and ‘I don-care’ disposition currently soiling the nation’s health care delivery system.

    It later, after the fact, dawned on me that his insistence was to fulfil State Government’s required righteousness that an autopsy must be carried out when death results within 48 hours after admission. The intent of that requirement is definitely noble, but the phenomenon currently known as “Nigerian factor” makes nonsense of all things noble.

    I write this with streams of tears running down both cheeks simply because I very much believe that the possibility existed that Ogo would still have been around doing her Ogo things only if some humans she unfortunately surrendered her destiny to had behaved, and acted conscientiously – the way and manner God meant for them to act and behalf.

    I mourn, and in ever flowing tears not simply because I lost a daughter but because of the way, manner and circumstances that lost manifested. The grief is that it could still happen to someone else, as undoubtedly it had happened to countless Nigerians before October 16, 2013.

    My heart ache because I believe very strongly that Ogo died an avoidable death.

    Why was my daughter from whom the Doctor had earlier that evening removed two bundles of fibroid mass physically bundled at about 2am, not in an ambulance but in the doctor’s private car, dripping blood like a sacrificial offering from County Hospital in Ogba not to any of the hospitals in Ikeja – the State Capital where Lagos State University Teaching Hospital and many other notable hospitals are located but to Lagos Island Maternity Hospital, several kilometres away? Why?

    Please can anyone of my country men and women console me with an answer? Is it possible that the doctor has a god-father or a protector who reigns supreme at Lagos Island Maternity Hospital?

    The answer, Nigeria, is blowing as usual in the wind. But our all knowing Father definitely knows. Incidentally the content of the ‘Nsugbe Coconut’ also revealed that my daughter made it to Island Maternity with 6% blood content, while her womb was filled to the brim with free blood. Probably a good percentage of the over 10 pints of blood administered to her during, and post operation ended up in her womb cavity. It also revealed that her internal organs notably her kidneys were messed up; all in the course of removing fibroids.

    I am bleeding with grief and disappointment but I can’t tell where all that blood is draining into, probably into my chest cavity.

    Ogo, my darling, you are not Christ, though a committed believer, I am sure that the blood that they made you freely let out would touch a good number of hearts. That alone would mean it was not let out in vain, but probably for a cause.

    At this point in time, my mind is relatively at peace. I have forgiven and the tears will soon dry up but my memory, sorrow and disappointment may never end. So God please help!

    Nigeria, our dear country, needs to be born again and be the country it was meant to be, where truth and justice are not just mere rhetoric but shall ever reign supreme.

     

    Dr Chizea, a structural engineer and writer, lives in Lagos.

  • Obasanjo as Jonathan’s nemesis: moral ambiguity and cynicism in lieu of genuine reform

    Obasanjo as Jonathan’s nemesis: moral ambiguity and cynicism in lieu of genuine reform

    Farewell Remorse! All Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good!
    Satan, in Milton’s Paradise Lost, Book 4

    First a confession: it was not Milton’s Satan in Book 4 of Paradise Lost that first came to my mind after I had read, word by word, sentence by sentence, the entirety of Obasanjo’s recent explosive letter to Goodluck Jonathan; it was Tartuffe, the eponymous protagonist of Moliere’s classic play of that title, Tartuffe. Long before this latest salvo of raging moral fireworks from Obasanjo to Jonathan, I had always thought of OBJ as the ultimate embodiment of “Tartuffian” super-hypocritical moral unctuousness in contemporary Nigerian, African and world politics. For those who have not read Moliere’s play, Tartuffe is a holy, pious man who secretly craves all the things that he preaches relentlessly against – until he is finally tricked into exposing his true self and the fires of passion and desire that he masks under his unctuous moral sternness. But even after he is completely exposed, to the end Tartuffe clings to his holy mien, his mask of unwavering piety. The moral of this parable of gargantuan Tartuffian hypocrisy? Nothing, absolutely nothing that you do – or can do – will ever shame the Tartuffes of this life, this world into owning up to their moral weaknesses and venal foibles. This is Obasanjo, ineluctably and quintessentially the Grand Tartuffe of this day and age.

    As many commentators have remarked, with the exception of one or two important things that I will briefly engage later in this piece, Obasanjo is guilty, ten times guilty, of many of the extreme moral lapses and dire political failures that he pointed out and berated in Jonathan. Corruption around the presidency stinking to the high heavens? Didn’t Atiku Abubakar, in his very bitter quarrel with Obasanjo that was waged on the pages of the nation’s daily newspapers in 2006 reveal how wide, deep and unconscionable the corruption in Obasanjo’s presidency was? Being a man of honour and trustworthiness in not staying in office beyond your allotted and foresworn time? Didn’t Obasanjo nearly empty out the national treasury in bribes to members of the National Assembly and other ‘politicos’ in the so-called “Third Term” bid to unconstitutionally and immorally perpetuate himself in office? Turning the ruling party, the PDP, into an immoral and cynical instrument of the President and his selfish and self-centered wishes and desires at the risk of wrecking the ship of state and the polity? Isn’t this what Obasanjo did and perfected after he had removed Audu Ogbeh as the Party Chairman of the PDP? And in spite of all these things, hasn’t Obasanjo, in and out of office, regularly taken it upon himself to lecture the nation and the African continent on political morality and legal and constitutional probity? Hasn’t he gone round many African nations as an election monitor after he and Maurice Iwu had conducted the two worst election rigging debacles in Nigerian political history? Let us not mince words here, compatriots: Obasanjo is Tartuffe in an ersatz, modern-day Nigerian political incarnation!

    All the same, compatriots, it was not Moliere’s Tartuffe but Milton’s Satan in Paradise Lost that first came to my mind when I read Obasanjo’s letter to Jonathan and confronted the sheer enormity of his charges against the sitting President. I must explain here that Milton’s Satan is of course not the Satan of contemporary Nigerian Pentecostal demonology, an endlessly evil avatar without a shred of awareness of the good that he had once experienced and lived as God’s beloved lieutenant in Heaven. This Satan of the brotherhood and sisterhood of Nigerian Pentecostal prayer warriors is without any moral ambiguity, any contradictions of spirit and Being; therefore, he is absolutely outside the realm of the human, the ordinary, the familiar. By contrast, Milton’s Satan in Paradise Lost has known goodness; and he has never lost sight of the fact that he had been on the right hand side of God, right beside that incandescent and omniscient rectitude. Indeed, he retains a keen knowledge of that earlier state. This is why, in that ironic inversion that is perhaps the most widely quoted passage from Milton’s Paradise Lost – Evil, be thou my Good – Satan is still measuring himself and his projects in a discourse of the good. This makes him very human and incidentally, as virtually all Milton scholars have said again and again, the most engaging of all the characters in Milton’s classic epic poem on good and evil.

    This is the kind of very human, very ordinary “Satan” that has occupied Aso Rock Villa since 1999. The stench of superabundant evil in every known form coming from the Villa has been overwhelming and correspondingly, life has been a veritable hell on earth for the vast majority of our peoples in every part of the land. But it is not a demon but a very ordinary person who has been in charge of the miasmic rot and decay. That is what first came to my mind after I had finished reading Obasanjo’s epic letter to Jonathan: Evil, be thou my Good! All the three occupants of that highest of the high in the throne of political power and prestige in our country have been very religious-minded men, and with great ostentation too! First Obasanjo, then Yar’ Adua and now Jonathan, they never ceased talking about God, goodness, prayerfulness, even as the impunity of their moral cynicism grew into a bottomless bog threatening to drown the whole nation. On the evidence provided in Obasanjo’s letter to Jonathan, we are now at the very brink of that bottomless moral sinkhole. In other words, Jonathan has carried the project of “evil, be thou my good” to its ultimate limit beyond which lies the specter of national catastrophe.

    Earlier in this discussion, I drew attention to some charges that Obasanjo makes against Jonathan that separates the present incumbent of Aso Rock Villa from the other two previous occupants of the highest office in the land since 1999. Two of these are worthy of our special attention. First is an extreme and indeed extremist clannishness and divisiveness that no Nigerian ruler has ever either openly promoted or condoned in his supporters and henchmen. I think no one but the hardiest of Jonathan’s supporters will dispute the veracity of this charge. Secondly and far more concretely and specifically, Obasanjo has charged Jonathan with a project, a plan allegedly already being executed, to train about a thousand hit men or killers to go after those whose names have already been compiled in a watch list, this in preparation for or the run-up to the 2015 elections. Is this a frivolous and baseless charge? That is the question, compatriots.

    In the unspoken and perhaps unspeakable undercurrents of Obasanjo’s letter to Jonathan, I find the traumatizing anxieties of a very frightened man. His supporters will think and assert that the fear is for Nigeria, for what may happen to our country after Jonathan might have carried his policies and plans to their logical and practical conclusion. There seems to be a small iota of truth in this view of OBJ’s letter. But the real fear, the bracingly traumatizing anxiety that I see in the undercurrents of the letter is located elsewhere and this is in Obasanjo’s complete conflation of the historic fate of PDP, whatever that might be, with the fate of Nigeria, as if what may or will happen to the ruling party will also happen to the country.

    Before our very eyes, the PDP is imploding and doing so relentlessly. Now, Obasanjo has every reason to be fearful of the breakup, the end of the PDP which, as he sees it, Jonathan is haplessly and foolishly doing everything that he can to bring to its grand, ruinous finale. But as to whether the implosion, the breakup of the PDP will also spell unmitigated disaster for Nigeria, this is a moot point, not an inevitable conclusion. For me, it is remarkable that in a long, rambling letter that cried out against terribly evil things that are wrong in the Presidency and the ruling party, there is not a single suggestion, or a train of thought on how to deep, meaningful reform in our country’s elite politics. For instance, Obasanjo never even remotely addresses the all-important question of why the ruling party is so prone to complete subordination to the will, the whims and caprices of whoever it is that occupies the seat of power at Aso Rock, so much so that even as the President’s actions and policies are destroying the Party, nothing in the institutional, collective life of the Party can save it from the madness and folly of the President. And to be completely frank, I winced in enjoyment, not in pain, as I read again and again in Obasanjo’s letter to Jonathan his whinnying, helpless plea to Jonathan, as the ONLY person who has the power, to save the PDP from a looming, self-destructive implosion. Who among us had ever imagined that we could see Obasanjo as a whinny, whimpering supplicant to a political operator that he himself helped to create!

    I was treated, once again, to the self-righteous ranting of a Tartuffe in OBJ’s letter to Jonathan. But we have cause to be deeply worried. As the payer warriors like to remind us tirelessly, Satan is alive and doing his best to wreck millions of lives in our land. But it not the Satan that they conjure up to strike fear and terror in the gullible that we must worry about. It is Milton’s Satan with his chilling mantra that we have every cause to be deeply worried about: Evil, be thou my Good! For this “Satan” may be far more numerous in the PDP than in any other party, but his incarnation exists aplenty in the other political parties too. We must not be complacent about what it will take to bring about genuine moral and institutional reform in elite politics in our country.

    Biodun Jeyifo

    bjeyifo@fas.harvard.edu