Category: Sunday

  • The tragedy of 2015 presidential campaigns

    The tragedy of 2015 presidential campaigns

    Before the third quarter of this year, the profiles of the two main political parties’ standard-bearers may become discernible. Pessimism should be deplored, but the chances of the two big parties presenting inspiring candidates are fairly remote. President Goodluck Jonathan is doing everything possible, notwithstanding the vitriolic denunciation and unease of former President Olusegun Obasanjo, to get himself elected as the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) candidate. If he runs, as he is almost certain to do, it will not be on account of any exemplary work he has done to remake and refit the country since he assumed office, or on the grounds of any inspiring image he has projected thus far. As far as both work and image are concerned, Dr Jonathan is an uninspiring and exaggerated blank.

    If he runs, he will not base his candidacy on what he hopes to do, though he and his party will effuse a smattering of national or even ideological agenda encompassing social, economic and political issues. Nor will he feel the compulsion to demonstrate competence, savvy, charisma and consistency, all of which are components of strong and statesmanlike leadership. He has not shown a modicum of these attributes right from his assumption of office, and they are not intrinsic to him. It is therefore inconceivable that he will feel incommoded by their nonexistence in his character makeup. He will instead base his candidacy, as his political tutelage has taught him, on the geopolitics of his background, the support he can muster from his rabid followers and supporters, the voluble and recriminatory effusions of jobholders and paid party hawks, and on the potentials of his appointees’ muscle flexing.

    When he assumed office, the convoluted process had nothing to do with him as a person, or on his background, or on his perceived competence. The people and the legislature were rightly concerned about issues of political decorum and the need to save and uphold the constitution. Concocting a so-called doctrine of necessity upon which Dr Jonathan rode into power was therefore as much a reflection of our concern for stability and continuity as it was an indication of the kind of polity we wished to nurture, one in which a person’s background, faith or social standing was irrelevant. But since he assumed office, Dr Jonathan has done especially little to burnish both his image and credentials. It is also clear that Chief Obasanjo’s reservations about Dr Jonathan has nothing to do with the president’s competence, for the former is himself famously regarded as a hugely distracted and anachronistic politician and leader.

    But the tragedy does not appear to end with either Dr Jonathan or the PDP. As a matter of fact, there is little indication that the opposition party, the All Progressives Congress (APC), will itself present a remarkable paradigmatic difference. The party may not have tasted power at the centre to elicit assessment or comparison, but there is much already in it to present us ingredients for a fair conclusion of what direction the party may wish to follow. There are enough tested, charismatic and brilliant politicians in its fold, but its presidential candidate is unlikely to be judged by any of these great attributes or be produced with the peculiar and desperate needs of the country in view.

    The truth is that if the party is not to come to grief in 2015, it must also focus on the geopolitical dynamics of the country, the campaign for rotation, the need to be sensitive to issues of religion, and the general safeness and acceptability of the candidate himself.

    The party has promised a transparent process for electing its candidates; but that process will be modified and vitiated by exterior and even ulterior factors, leading to the selection of standard-bearers more safe than adequate for the country’s radical needs. But all may not be lost; for in the end, the performance of a candidate once he assumes office, and in particular for the APC, may be influenced by the internal competitiveness, ideological stature and general stamina and robustness of the party in power.

  • Goodnight, Toyin my brother

    Snooper will miss one of the ardent fans and most implacable admirers of this column, Toyin Makanju, a.k.a Tee Mac, who fell a fortnight ago. The outpouring of grief speaks volume for this urbane and diffident gentleman who plied his distinguished trade quietly and diligently without ever trying to draw attention to himself. He had an uncanny ear for fine writing and the elegant turn of phrase.

    Toyin was a genius of newspaper production and one of the unsung heroes of Nigerian journalism rising through the ranks to become production editor of Daily Times and Group Sports editor of the Times group. Many contemporary journalists who cut their teeth under him spoke of his perfectionist streak and his abiding generosity of spirit. He was content with his lot and station in life. Despite his innate civility and meekness, he was never a groveling sycophant of power. He knew his place in the pecking order that matters.

    There was always something of the old Lagosian about the departed journalistic icon. Well born and well connected, he was refinement and good breeding personified. He always had about him a guarded politeness and sophisticated diffidence. To superiors and subordinates alike, he was ever courteous and unfailingly polite.

    Despite being an older kinsman, Snooper always admonished him not to use the Yoruba plural marker of respect when addressing him. But all this fell on deaf ears till the very end. His retort was that achievement and distinction have nothing to do with age. He treated one like a guru and cult figure.

    When Snooper last met him in late November at the wedding of our niece, he was his usual urbane, discreet and diffident self. He looked well and conducted himself with the usual grace and dignity. At a point, he slipped something into Snooper’s hand which looked like an exquisite cigar encased in a bullet like silver armour. He had said that it was to help yours sincerely and ease the pains of nocturnal elucubrations. It was only after it was opened that one discovered that it was an elegantly bottled perfume.

    A few months earlier, against all political sense and economic calculations, he had insisted that yours sincerely should be the chairman at his daughter’s wedding. Snooper obliged, and we had a swell and rousing time, particularly with some of those legendary Lagosian journalists of old who had all come to honour one of their own.

    As the late journalist was being lowered to mother earth penultimate Friday, Snooper could not but reflect on the futility and vanity of life. The comfort is that the unblemished nobility of his life will serve as an example for future generations. May his great and gracious soul rest in perfect peace. Goodnight, my dear brother.

  • Jonathan, PDP, un-remitted oil money and 2015

    Jonathan, PDP, un-remitted oil money and 2015

    Until the letter from the tempestuous Central Bank Governor, Sanusi Lamido Sanusi, got leaked to the press, Nigerians knew absolutely nothing about any unremitted funds

    I think it is best to start off this Sunday by congratulating our dear president for finally finding the courage to relieve himself of the burdens both Princess Oduah, former Minister of Aviation, and her colleague, Orubebe, of the Ministry of the Niger Delta, had put on him. Orubebe has severally been accused of corruption, ranging from non-disclosure of some assets in his declaration as well as making spurious claims of paying for some phantom projects. Even the House of Representatives has found some of these weighty enough to order an investigation. It has been suggested, back home in his own Niger Delta, that, under him, the East-West road will remain a pipe dream. None of these meant a thing to the president; rather, while lesser charges were being pursued in Usain Bolt fashion by the anti-graft agencies, Orubebe, protected by the presidency, never came under their radar but remained one of the president’s closest allies. The case of our dear princess, commander of the Jonathan N-2-N campaign of 2011, and her two luxury toys, is too recent and putrefying enough to delay us here. Some smart Alecs are talking of the restoration of some facilities at the airports but I ask, if the prices of the armoured cars were padded, who says Nigerians were not shortchanged in those other major items of expense? What do we know of the process of hiring the contractors; can it pass the test of incorruptibility? However, Nigerians need to be congratulated that, for a season, at least, until the next campaign, these individuals will not daily assault our decency as a people.

    The PDP, sleaze masters that they are in that party, has become customary to mastermind some hefty financial heists whenever a major election is in the offing. In 2003, apart from a top gun of the stock exchange corralling some high heeled members to contribute huge sums of money, a sum of N300billion was supposedly voted for roads only for then President Obasanjo to later ask his friend, and Minister of Works, Chief Tony Anenih, where the roads built with that huge sum were located: “where are the roads?” hollered Obasanjo. Nigerians are still waiting for the answer aeon years later. Also, in what they never thought could later ground the country for weeks, the PDP, ahead of the 2011 elections, arranged to siphon huge funds from the petroleum subsidy vote to fund its hugely expensive 2011 campaign.

    For that to happen, a former chairman of the party was ensconced as the chairman of the relevant agency and before Nigerians knew what was happening, the list of petrol products importers ballooned to high heavens with companies ostensibly belonging to the children of two former PDP chairmen and other influential members of the party conspicuously on it. You only get the full import of this scheme if you remember that the same government had earlier entered into an import agreement with a company named Trafigura, fined 1 million Euros in Amsterdam in July 2010 for dumping toxic petroleum waste on Cote d’Ivoire killing scores of people. According to Farooq A.Kperogi in his article ‘Biggest Scandal In Oil Subsidy Removal Fraud’, the same Trafigura it was, which the Jonathan government contracted to take 60,000 barrels of crude oil per day in exchange for refined products of equivalent value estimated at around $3 billion a year, whereas a third of that amount could have revived the country’s refineries.

    For this government, it matters not if Nigerians have their health compromised as long as they make money to finance the next outlandish campaign. This then was the precursor to the removal of a so-called ‘subsidy’ on petrol which grounded the entire country and did not end until some were lost.

    Here we are with the 2015 elections approaching especially at a time the ruling party is gasping for breath having been thoroughly shattered by internal contradictions arising from many years of surviving on impunity, exacerbated by a chairman who threw his weight, needlessly, all over the place, arrogating to himself powers never conferred on him by any party organ.

    And lo, and behold, Nigeria is confronted again by about the most stupendous public accounting challenge, being creatively rationalised as legitimate, but certainly, un-appropriated, expenses. Until the letter from the tempestuous Central Bank Governor, Sanusi Lamido Sanusi, got leaked to the press, Nigerians knew absolutely nothing about any unremitted funds. And it would not be until about three months after the letter that the president would now scramble a face-saving meeting of the NNPC, the Ministry of Finance, the Federal Inland Revenue Service (FIRS) and the CBN which then narrowed the alleged $49.8 million to between $10billion and $12billion, still leaving at least $2billion unaccounted for.

    Sanusi has since come back to say that the actual unremitted amount is $20 million. Deposed Sanusi at a senate hearing: “NNPC shipped $67 billion worth of crude, but what came to the CBN, after all reconciliation, stands at $47 billion. Let us know what happened to the remaining $20 billion.”

    If any evidence of high profile duplicity is needed in all these, it is the rather untenable clam of the NNPC Group Managing Director that although the president may have, as far back as the Yar’ Adua presidency, removed subsidy on kerosene, this directive was not passed down to the NNPC. Even if this were correct, since when has ignorance become justification for an illegality and has the legal dictum ‘ignoramus non juris excusat’ been abrogated? Even if these were so, are Nigerians to now understand that no agency of government brought this to the attention of a humongous NNPC? The GMD must tell his stories to the marines because I sincerely believe that he is just being clever by half but you bet, this is the story line they will stick to, come rain, and come shine. Like in the case of the oil subsidy removal, in which some companies claimed that ships which never visited Africa delivered fuel cargoes in Lagos, and were paid subsidy in billions of naira, we are again being taken through the same chicanery and high profile scam.

    Unfortunately, it is most unlikely that anything will come out of all the investigation since big money is involved. I therefore align myself with the view that, and I quote a source that should know: ‘It is already looking like the scandal over the unremitted funds will go the way of all scandals – under the carpet since, instead of dealing with the issue, President Jonathan has been doing what his government does best: finding scape-goats and buying time for a bigger scandal to break’. Or why on earth can the president not order an international forensic audit to look at this gargantuan mess once and for all. This is necessary because external economists are in agreement that the figures are just not just adding up. Using official data, analysis by CSL, the stock-broking arm of Nigeria’s First City Merchant Bank, points to a $24.3bn discrepancy in 2012 between the market value of declared production by the Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation and actual remittances to the state. Also, Charles Robertson, lead economist for Renaissance Capital, an investment bank, identifies a persistent monthly gap of $1.5bn and asserted that the $26bn discrepancy from January 2012 to May 2013 would explain Nigeria’s fiscal problems. He noted that figures from the Nigeria Customs, the IMF and from the country’s main trading partners “are gloriously inconsistent”, concluding that over-invoicing imports by the NNPC is a common method to get cash offshore.

    If President Jonathan is not complicit in all these, he should order an external forensic audit today.

  • Good riddance

    Good riddance

    At last, the President sums up courage; fires controversial Stella Oduah

    Whether President Goodluck Jonathan finally got his mind made up for him, or he made it up by himself; or whether the President asked the embattled former Minister of Aviation, Ms Stella Oduah, to resign or he gave her the boot, what is important is that Ms Oduah is no more a minister of the Federal Republic. If the President studied the newspapers on Thursday when the news made the headlines, he must have seen that the other ministers that also lost their jobs: Police Affairs Minister Caleb Olubolade, Minister of Niger Delta, Godsday Orubebe and Minister of State for Finance, Yerima Ngama, were more or less footnotes in the matter. The issue was Stella Oduah.

    And this is understandable. It is true that the present government had been rocked by many scandals: the fuel subsidy scandal, pension scandal, etc, Oduahgate is simply in a class of its own. It was one that recommended itself for instant judgment, yet, for over four months, President Jonathan’s courage failed him to show the minister the door. A minister who approved the purchase of two bullet-proof cars at a staggering cost of N255million without authorisation over four months ago ought to have had her case decided since, if not for the fact that the government loves wasting time on irrelevancies.

    Quite interestingly, just as President Jonathan was still thinking about how to handle the scandal, a lesser incident occurred in Ghana in which the deputy minister of communications, Victoria Hammah, was sacked for saying that she would not quit politics until she had made $1million. It was a God-sent example that should have shown President Jonathan the light; but he chose not to see it. The House of Representatives set up a committee to probe the matter and the committee found her guilty, making the full house to recommend to the President a review of Oduah’s appointment. Again, the President ignored the representatives. He then set up his own committee. Months after, mum was the word from him on what the recommendation of the committee was. But it was obvious the report was not what the President expected, otherwise he would have hid under it to exculpate Ms Oduah.

    What is particularly annoying is that while it took this long for President Jonathan to get Ms Oduah out of his cabinet, he did not waste time in throwing away Barth Nnaji, the former Minister of Power, over conflict of interest. This selective approach to the anti-corruption war (is there any war?) does his government no good. Some have contended that Oduah was doing well in the aviation sector; but Nnaji too was making slow but steady progress on power supply until he was given the boot. In Oduah’s case, her so-called good performance in the Ministry of Aviation was questionable. Even as at the time she was said to be doing well, the arrival hall of the Murtala Muhammed Airport in Lagos was a sorry sight whenever it rained, as buckets and other items had to be brought in to collect rain water from the leaking roofs. Those who say the President dilly-dallied for this long on Oduah’s case because he wanted to be thorough, or because he did not want to be stampeded into taking actions would do well to ponder the Oduah saga vis-à-vis other cases that he almost summarily disposed of.

    Without doubt, the Oduah saga made many Nigerians wonder what it was that made President Jonathan adamant on retaining her. I cannot think of anyone in recent Nigerian history that has survived such an onslaught. But that the President eventually bowed to public pressure has convinced me that it is true that when a child gets to a place of fear, it is natural for him to be afraid. But it is not only a child that frets when he gets to the home of fear; elders too do. That was why Chief Olusegun Obasanjo, hitherto thought to be a strong man, became lily-livered and had to pull the brakes at a point when he discovered that his insistence on having a third term by all means was going to backfire. In Nigeria, few people live to regret toying with handover dates. The docility that Nigerians are usually accused of, and which their leaders often exploit, does not extend to toying with transition schedules!

    Anyway, now that President Jonathan has fired Oduah and thus relieved himself of the moral burden, he still has to decide what to do with his petroleum minister, Diezani Alison-Madueke. If the Jonathan government was embroiled in any scandal, the fuel subsidy scandal which became public knowledge barely seven months after the government was sworn in, is the most talked-about. Since then, there have been sundry other allegations of fraud rocking some parastatals under her ministry, particularly the Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC), whose books are in a mess. No one can say for sure how many billions of dollars could be missing from its record. Yet, the minister under whose nose these unfortunate developments are happening sits pretty in office, years after. We never had it so bad.

    It bears restating that no matter what the Jonathan government does, it won’t go far if it does not tackle corruption. Yet, it does not seem the President has the nerve for this task. His self-inflicted distractions on which he wastes precious time and scarce resources cannot permit him to do any tangible thing. Imagine the man-hours lost to the war to dislodge Governor Rotimi Amaechi of Rivers State! Whereas if the President had led well, he would not have to lose sleep over whether his party’s lawmakers and governors are defecting; all he would lay bare for Nigerians is his score card which should be speaking for him now, about three years after his assumption of office.

    This excludes the period he spent to conclude the tenure of his former boss, Alhaji Umaru Yar’Adua. If the President’s kernel is cracked for him by some benevolent spirits (because if it is in terms of performance, his government is a monumental disaster) and he manages to get a second term, the story cannot be different. If care is not taken, this is how we would continue to be adrift, and by the time he realises time is no longer on his side, it would have been late and he, like his political godfather, Chief Obasanjo, would start looking for third term. Yet, his government does not seem to have answer to any of the country’s challenges, no matter the number of terms it is given. To worsen matters, it cannot even arrest corruption. So, that is double jeopardy for Nigerians. This is why many Nigerians feel that it is immaterial if President Jonathan sacks his entire cabinet and decides not to work with ministers again, more than enough damage has been done to his government. Now, he would have not just to claim to be fighting corruption but must be seen to be doing so.

    Well, now that Oduah is gone, that is one down. But she is not the only clog in the wheel of the country’s progress. In terms of performance, most of the present ministers are not just there, that is why we are making progress in reverse; although the government boasts a surfeit of attack dogs, sycophants and mischief experts. The truth is, Nigerians had expected a near clean sweep of the cabinet because if a government is as inept as the one we have now, throwing only four ministers into the unemployment market cannot make much difference.

  • How not to be a gentleman and other (un) social etiquettes!

    The magic words are only known to the Haves who abuse expense accounts, insult charge accounts, assault subventions, batter budgetary allocations and clubber the country

    I have many observations on the male race in Nigeria, mostly because I am not a member. My most profound discovery about them is that nearly every member of that group does not have a single idea what it means to be a gentleman. Just check out the traffic. Many men, even men-in-black, can be seen struggling for the right-of-way with every other road user, lady or ruffian. I have searched in vain for those I can call knights-in-shining-armour to redeem the race. All I see around me are men in burnished armour. Nearly all of them appear to be versed in the veritable art of how not to be a gentleman. You are offended? Wait then till I ask you this: how many of our men, not counting your fashionistas, know how to sew a button on their most beloved shirt? Most Nigerian men cannot tell one end of the needle from the other. Yet, the book of etiquette says ‘a gentleman knows how to sew on a button’.

    For that matter, how many of our men know that a gentleman should always walk behind a lady, except of course when there is danger? There you are, none of you! Most men have no idea that they are supposed to walk in such a way that they shield their lady from all dangers, oncoming or from behind. Alas, your Nigerian men appear to need the shelter that women provide; that’s why they make women walk behind them. Yet again, the book says a gentleman always walks behind a lady.

    There is a rule in the book of social etiquettes that says men ought always to give their lady friends flowers to mark a variety of occasions: Christmas, birthday, baby bearing, apologies, weekend get-away, valentine, request-to-be-mine… Now, all those men who gave their ladies flowers this last valentine should please stand up. That’s what I thought: two men out of one hundred and something million (or whatever you think the population of the country is). Haba! Did you say something about giving flowers not being in our culture? Mmm! I always wondered why the Almighty caused the silly things to grow around here, seeing they are really not part of the culture of Nigerians. You know the way one would hold a baby’s heavily soiled nappy when it’s full of the stuff? That’s how a Nigerian male holds flowers when he is giving them to a lady. He thinks it’s more than his reputation can withstand to be seen doing that. The only time I received a flower in my house was the year I made a lot of noise about it. Since then, there has been a flowery silence.

    From this book of social etiquettes for men, I also see that gentlemen are not expected to leave dirty crockery around. Ha! That is the one I love most. I wait for the day when Nigerian gentlemen will finish their dinner and promptly see that there is no dirty crockery lying around, not just by instructing the little ones to deal with it but by rolling up their sleeves and plunging their hands into the soapsuds. In the meantime, we must continue to watch as Baba Wande finishes his dinner and slides off the table end of the conversation, in person, particularly when he ignores the thin voice of the woman wailing about ‘who will wash these plates’. Well, sometimes, the cuckoo waltzes home and daddy decides of his own freewill to clean up. Such days are rarer than finding ruby on the beach; that is why there usually is a song and dance about it when it happens. Even the neighbourhood knows there is something different in the air because the voice of the turtle is heard clearly in the land.

    Once, I came upon a woman who, unprompted, quickly explained that the father of the house was cooking dinner that evening. I never asked her. I rather think that she needed to explain why she was in the sitting room that dinner preparation hour, rather than in the kitchen. I have not been able to decide whether that was occasioned by guilt or a need to fill the time, that she had normally used for pottering around the kitchen, with words.

    By far the most profound of the How to be a gentleman’s rules is that gentlemen are expected to laugh and talk quietly. Actually, I think that is where we all fail, both men and women. This abuse of noise is something that is very Nigerian. From waking time to sleeping time in this country, there is no abating the noises buzzing and belching out of every religion-linked loudspeaker, record dealer, transport canvasser, beer parlour adherent, irate husbands, termagants, and all else. To a man (and woman), Nigerians are just mindless noisemakers. One day, we really should talk about why we have not all become The Walking Deaf in this country.

    Most importantly, my book revealed that real gentlemen do not abuse expense accounts while on business trips. This is the fine print of a larger law that says gentlemen do not abuse the accounts of their offices or the other privileges of those offices. The finer print of that law says that abusers are liable to be called Common Thieves. I don’t think this rule was written with Nigerians in mind exactly. If it was, then it has fallen flat on its face. Nearly every facet of Nigerian life is peopled with men who do not only abuse their expense accounts, they actually insult them. That exactly is the bane of public life in this country: the fact that Nigerians do not really know the meaning of the epithet Common Thief.

    Unfortunately for us all, Nigeria is not a class-minded society. Perhaps, once upon a time in its history, it used to be. At that time, there were behavioural expectations for every segment of the tribe. What qualified one for membership within that segment was no more than conformity to the rules. Aberrations were not only frowned at, they qualified one for exclusion from the segment. That was class behaviour. It did not depend on money; it depended on a certain mental tuning and keying in to a particular degree expected of one. Now, the diffusion that came through the modern life-style has restructured the society to the Haves and the Have-nots. The Haves are those who can rub two kobo together, say the magic words and bring out millions of Naira, while the Have-nots are those who do not know the magic words. No matter how much those ones rub two kobo together, nothing will come out. Zilch. Unfortunately, either by coincidence or luck, the magic words are only known to the Haves who use them to abuse expense accounts, insult charge accounts, assault subventions, batter budgetary allocations and clubber the country. Now, those are the common thieves who cannot be called gentlemen. Does it then follow that the Have-nots are gentlemen? I honestly don’t know; do you?

    By the above accounts, therefore, a gentleman is someone who seeks to maintain class behaviour that hinges on responsibility. To say that Nigeria needs gentlemen in its public offices (and private ones too) is an understatement. Responsibility allows one to choose that action which can be called the thing to do, you know, the gentlemanly thing. That is what makes a society successful, when it can count on its public citizens to be extraordinary gentlemen.

  • Placating the Southwest

    Consequent upon Dr Jonathan’s piquant but desperate cabinet reshuffle, it has been speculated that some of the vacant positions could be ceded to the Southwest. The president has apparently just woken up to the dire electoral circumstances his impending re-election campaign may face. And there are probably enough views and voices in the zone to encourage the president’s cold and cynical calculations.

    But if the zone’s conservative leaders are taken in by Dr Jonathan’s permutations, they must be much blinkered than anyone has cared to acknowledge. Given their unreflective embrace of the national conference and their hopelessly romantic notion of its timing and utility at this point, it will not surprise anyone if they remark and applaud the president’s whimsical acknowledgement of the zone’s importance and value.

    After all, did these leaders not wail over losing the battle for the leadership of the House of Representatives? Like everywhere else, even the Southwest has become depressingly susceptible to the mercantilist calculations of values and is now generally disposed to viewing justice and other noble values through the rose-coloured glasses of ethnicity and sectional parochialisms.

  • Conference modalities: citizens versus subjects (2)

    Conference modalities: citizens versus subjects (2)

    The process captured in the recently released modalities is unapologetically undemocratic

    Let us return to last week’s metaphor of the missing goat owned by an old witch. The owner of the goat did not trust that everyone in the neighbourhood appearing interested in finding the goat meant well. She would rather that most of her neighbours looking for the goat did not find it. Is this the way things are with several individuals and agencies calling for or responding to the call for a national conference? And does the call for a national conference still have its old witch looking for its missing goat?

    When the matter of national conference came into public knowledge at the instance of the late Alao Aka-Bashorun, the call was for a sovereign national conference to address modalities for restructuring Nigeria or restoring a truly federal system to Nigeria. In the mouth of NADECO activists during the resistance to the annulment of the 1993 election won by the late Chief MKO Abiola and the military tyranny that followed this at the hands of General Sani Abacha, the call for a sovereign national conference gained more mileage and became a central theme in the anti-military or pro-democracy activism of 1994 to 1998.

    Even after the emergence of a post-military government led by General Olusegun Obasanjo, NADECO leaders in and out of government nursed the hope that transition from military to civilian rule would eventually lead to holding of a sovereign national conference to address the problems militating against a union of affection,(distinct from a union of coercion) crafted for over three decades by successions of military dictatorships. Obasanjo came in and organised what he called a Political Reforms Conference which was dead on arrival, largely because it was based on assembling representatives of the country’s nomenclatural class. President UmaruYar’Adua did not pretend to be interested in any national conference. He was satisfied with the way Nigeria under his rule was structured and believed that good leadership would solve whatever problems were inhibiting peace and progress in multiethnic Nigeria. And until October 2013, President Goodluck Jonathan was not convinced about the need to have a national conference. In short, there was no government leader with serious interest in looking for the proverbial goat of national conference.

    When President Jonathan finally became converted to the cause of a conference, his conversion speech on October 1, 2013 gave away the vagueness of what he hoped to achieve with a meeting: “Fellow Nigerians, our Administration has taken cognisance of suggestions over the years by well-meaning Nigerians on the need for a National Dialogue on the future of our country. I am an advocate of dialogue. When there are issues that stoke tension and bring about friction, it makes perfect sense for the interested parties to come together to discuss. In demonstration of my avowed belief in the positive power of dialogue in charting the way forward, I have decided to set up an Advisory Committee whose mandate is to establish the modalities for a National dialogue or Conference…”

    There is palpable evidence in the diction of President Jonathan that he was not clear about what he wanted the conference to achieve, especially in relation to the calls for a national conference for the purpose of restructuring that preceded his conversion. Given the decision of President Jonathan not to be specific about what his dialogue is expected to address, it should not surprise anybody that the modalities for the conference submitted by the Advisory Committee has shied away from giving full recognition to citizens of the nationalities that the British coloniser fought or negotiated treaties with. Choosing to focus on representatives of the nomenclatural class seems to be an appropriate response to President Jonathan’s preference of dialogue to conference in his speech, a clever tactical lexical move.

    Like President Jonathan, many leaders and organisations purporting to be spokespersons for their nationalities pick their words carefully with respect to the holding of a national conference. For example, leaders of the Arewa Consultative Forum have said repeatedly that they have no agenda for any conference, because they have not requested for any conference and would only respond to issues about the unity of the country. Its parallel organisation, the Northern Elders Forum, also states unequivocally that there is nothing wrong with the current constitution imposed on the country by the last military dictatorship. This means that two-sixths of the country is already noncommittal about the conference, if the words of leaders of ACF and NEF are anything to go by. It is difficult to know the reach of a new organisation, Northern Elders Council, but it should be reassuring to conference advocates that there is an organisation in the core north that has no philosophic objection to a national conference. The position of the North-central is not as vocal or clear as that of the organisations that claim to represent the interest of the whole north or what ACF often refers to as one north.

    The only groups and individuals that are noticeably interested in a national conference and a new constitution are largely groups from the south of the country. South-south spokespersons are calling for a conference of ethnic nationalities, if their public presentations at the interactive sessions are to serve as basis for evaluation of their position. It is therefore not surprising that a minority report emanated from a committee member of South-south origin.

    On the side of the Southeast region, two groups have already emerged, the traditional Ohanaeze and the Igbo Leaders of Thought under the leadership of Prof Ben Nwabueze. The Ohanaeze is pleased with the modalities announced recently by the Secretary to the Federal Government while the Igbo Leaders of Thought would prefer representation on the basis of nationalities and the ratification of conference recommendations through a popular referendum, rather than giving the responsibility to the national assembly that has been amending the constitution for almost three years to no avail.

    Similar to the fragmentation in the position of the Igbo, the Yoruba appears to be having two schools on the conference. The position of APC as a nation-wide political party is not a Yoruba position, just as the unspoken position of the PDP is not the position of any nationality or region in particular. The Yoruba position is represented by two public meetings; one in Isara in the home of Pa Olaniwun Ajayi and another one at the former Western House of Chiefs in Ibadan. It is too soon to know which of these two groups would uphold the Yoruba tradition of egalitarianism in the matter of who should be qualified to choose delegates to discuss matters of national or community interest. But one thing that is clear so far is that the call for another meeting in Ibadan after the meeting in Isara suggests that the Yoruba, like the Igbo, are divided on the recommendations of the Presidential Advisory Committee on modalities for the conference including the erection of No-Go area that is likely to limit frank discussion at the Jonathan conference.

    In a situation in which most of the regions have no solid positions on conference modalities released by the federal government, it should not surprise anyone if the conference fails to accomplish the kind of re-structuring that motivated Aka-Bashorun, BekoRansome-Kuti, Abraham Adesanya, Bola Ige, Pa Onasanya, Ndubuisi Kanu, Baba Omojola, and many other leaders of NADECO to call for a sovereign national conference to demand a people’s federal constitution for the country. It is a common axiom that democracy is not just about product but also about process. The process captured in the recently released modalities is unapologetically undemocratic. It is, however, possible that there are millions of people who are ready to expect a democratic product from a nondemocratic process. Just like the missing goat, it is the nationalities that own the goat; all other interest groups are neighbours of the owner of the missing goat.

    To be continued

  • Falling and getting up, again and again, through snow, ice and sleet: a morality tale

    Falling and getting up, again and again, through snow, ice and sleet: a morality tale

    Oluwa yo pa alo ati abo re mo [May the Lord keep your going and your coming sanctified and safe]
    A benediction of biblical derivation

    THE first fall happened around the third minute of a 20-minute walk. It was Thursday and I had just ended my last class for the week. I think it was the anticipation of a restful weekend that made me walk rather briskly, even thought I was well aware that I was walking on heavily snow-covered pavements. Because of the briskness of my walk, that first fall was a very bad one. As I slipped and lost my balance, the velocity of my walk turned my whole body into a human projectile, hurtling me into a long slide on the pavement that was eventually broken when my feet rammed into the pillars of a coffee house on the street. Badly shaken, I realized that if the path of my long but swift slide had been head-first and not feet-first, it would have been my head that would have rammed into the pillars and I might in all likelihood have suffered a concussion. By the time a few bystanders had rushed to my help, I had picked myself up, greatly relieved that I was alright, no bones broken, no hips displaced and, yes, no concussion. Since at the time I did not know, indeed could not have known that this would be the first of more falls that would total six or seven before I finally got home that afternoon, what is this essay about and why am I extrapolating from my many falls that afternoon what I call a morality tale?

    As the well known adage goes, to be forewarned is to be forearmed. For more than forty-eight hours before my misadventures on the snow-covered, icy pavements of Putnam Avenue in Cambridge, Massachusetts on Thursday this week, an “advisory” had been persistently put out on radio and TV by meteorological experts and the civil authorities asking the populace of the Greater Boston area to expect another blizzard that was projected to last from dawn Thursday to mid-afternoon on Friday. Stay home if you don’t have any important or urgent business to do outside, we had been warned. Don’t drive; walk or take public transportation if you have to go out. Many schools were closed, especially the kindergartens and crèches of young children, the so-called pre-schoolers. In the institution in which I teach, the authorities adopted a “wait-and-see” approach: the morning and early afternoon classes were kept open while the evening classes were cancelled with the proviso that if things got really very bad, all classes would be cancelled at very short notice.

    My class that day was an early afternoon class. To be forewarned is to be forearmed. Since I had to go and teach my class that day, I was very conscious of the warnings, the “advisory” that had been widely publicized concerning what to expect and how to prepare oneself for it. But I am a man from the tropics, from the warm, snowless, blizzard-less regions of the planet, even though I have lived and worked now in the temperate zones for a little more than two decades. As I left my apartment intending to go, teach and promptly return home, I looked like the proverbial snowman in my dressing, accoutered like the locals from the tip of my head to the soles of my shoes. Well, eventually, I was to realize that the soles of my shoes did not exactly fit what the denizens, the locals would normally arm themselves with in a blizzard. For in place of rugged boots with rough-hewn, serrated soles designed to yield a firm grip on snow-covered, icy pavements, I had shoes that were fur-lined for warmth inside but had soles that were as smooth as the face of a mirror.

    In wearing this kind of shoes, I wasn’t being foolhardy; rather, what I thought was that the fresh snow that began to fall that morning would cover the ice that had formed from the frozen snow of the blizzard of the previous week. In general and with a little bit of caution, people don’t slip and fall on fresh, heavy snow; it is when the snow turns to ice that the streets, the pavements become treacherous for walkers. And indeed, as I walked to go and teach my class mid-morning that eventful day, the snow was falling very heavily but there wasn’t the slightest indication that the pavement was slippery and treacherous. But then, between the time of my “going” mid-morning and the time of my “coming” mid-afternoon, wet snow, sleet and freezing rain had mixed with the snow and the result was that the icy undertow of the pavement that had been covered in the morning had become exposed by late afternoon. May the Lord keep our going and coming sanctified and safe!

    After that bad, nasty fall, I became more careful, more “tactical” in my walk. I thought that all I had to do was to rein in the briskness of my walk and keep an eye for the spots to avoid on the pavement. But then about two minutes later, I slipped and fell again. Even though this second fall was not as bad and fearful as the first, I was shaken and became nonplussed. Apparently, I did not know what was in store for me. But by the time that I fell the third time with still a long way to go before I got to my apartment, I came to the sudden and very sobering realization that on this day among days, even with the greatest caution I could muster, there was no assurance, no guarantee that I would not fall again and again. This realization came simultaneously with my awareness that, like a boatman who suddenly realizes in the middle of a sea far from the shores that his vessel had sprung a big leak, the shoes I had on would be the very instrument of my falling again and again on the ice-strewn pavement.

    That moment of awareness that I was, so to speak, trapped by and in my shoes was also a moment of a resolution with my fate, with the providential order in the universe that come what may, I would get to my house in one whole unbroken piece! Yes, I am almost certainly going to keep falling, I said to myself, but I am not going to break my neck or my limbs; I am not going to have a fall as bad and nasty as the first one; and I am not going to black out from a concussion! If and when I fall again, it would not be a bad fall and it would not catch my by complete surprise. Indeed, I became metaphysical and said to myself, he that falls but is not crushed by his fall will rise again; let him fall times without number, he will rise again! And isn’t falling and rising, and falling and rising yet again part of the human condition? The Lord will keep our going and coming sanctified and safe!

    For those of my readers who know only too well my solid secular “iwalesin” worldview and may therefore wonder about my invocation of the grace and will of the Lord several times in this piece, I give assurance that my extraordinary experience this past Thursday has not reconverted me back to a religious, metaphysical worldview. In the tradition of the secular humanism and the materialist, life-enhancing spirituality to which I have devoted the entirety of my adult life, we have our own expressive idiom for the epigraph to this essay that I have repeated several times in this piece and it is captured in the saying that heaven helps only those who help themselves. Altogether, I fell about six or seven times, absolutely without regard to all attempts that I made to stay on my feet, to walk the pavement and not become a human sled on it.

    There is no dignity in falling, brothers and sisters, especially in falling again and again within the same period of time. With each fall, a little bit of my self-composure, if not my self-respect, disappeared. While this lasted, I became an unwilling and unwitting embodiment of awkwardness and ungainliness. Indeed, I became a little paranoid, looking back and around me every time that I fell to see if anyone was laughing or was secretly jeering at me. I am happy to report that the thought was in my mind, not in the real world. With my falls, the few people in the street at the time looked away in embarrassment and perhaps also in sympathy. I would like to think that some of them might have realized that something unusual was going on. Some might even have recognized the cause of the mishap: the encounter of plain and non-serrated shoe soles with a treacherously icy pavement.

    I understand that in the United States, every year thousands of people either die outright or suffer great and crippling disabilities from falling on icy pavements during the winter season. So I consider myself lucky for having emerged from the mishaps of this last Thursday without any broken bones and any temporary or permanent physical disabilities. I suppose this is what led me to the morality tale that I have in this piece tried to extract from the experience. The will of humankind is insuperable; it will rise again and again from failures, defeats and catastrophes. This is what oppressors don’t know. It is what those who fight for the poor, the weak and the dispossessed must base their hope and faith that even the most depressingly oppressive conditions can be changed.

    Biodun Jeyifo

    bjeyifo@fas.harvard.edu

  • Religious distinction:  before the lights go out

    Religious distinction: before the lights go out

    Last Sunday, Muslim protesters, many of them quite young, marched through Lagos streets campaigning for the right to wear hijab in public schools. The protest drew significant attention. But the state government continues to resist any attempt to create what it describes as distinctions in public primary and secondary schools. Tertiary institutions in the state and elsewhere do not bar distinctive dresses. Last week too, some students in Baptist High School, Iwo in Osun State took their campaign for dress distinction to a new height, perhaps flowing from the unresolved disagreement over the state’s controversial reclassification of schools. Christian and Muslim students not only wore distinctive dresses showcasing their religions, they insisted on conducting morning assemblies along distinct religious lines. A report suggested that even traditional religion worshippers in the same school wore dresses indicating their faith.

    Religious differences mixed unhealthily with deep socio-economic cleavages have turned the north-eastern part of the country into a difficult place to live and work. The trauma is spreading steadily but insidiously into the Southwest, a zone hitherto recognised as an oasis of religious, ethnic and class tolerance. Indeed, many Christian groups have begun to question what they believe is the dominance of the Muslim political elite in the zone’s governmental affairs. They have, for instance, started to campaign for the election of a Christian governor in Lagos State, arguing that with the exception of the brief governorship of Michael Otedola, no Christian had been governor of the state since the Second Republic. The campaign is of course a psychological one, for no Lagos governor has been accused of sectarian bias in any form.

    If sectarian differences are heightening in the Southwest, it is perhaps because the zone’s leaders have been unable to anticipate the problem and unsure how to handle the delicate issue. Lagos has been a little more assertive in sustaining the status quo, insisting that students in public schools wear the same uniform for the simple reason that public schools remain exactly that – public schools. Students in private schools are at liberty to wear regulation dresses and uniforms as their proprietors deem fit. It is, however, not clear how much longer Lagos can hold out, for the campaigns are unlikely to ease off without a major counter-campaign by the zone’s elite. The campaign to wear uniforms indicating one’s religious persuasion is gradually spreading in the zone. Indeed, Osun State is currently at the vortex of the crisis, having attracted controversy by making one concession after another to religious activists. Concessions, as everyone knows, beget even more concessions.

    Going by the deeply disturbing sectarian killings, Boko Haram insurgency and other socio-economic revolts shaking the northern part of the country to its foundations, it is difficult to explain why the Southwest has refused to be proactive. When former Zamfara State governor, Sani Ahmed (Yerima), embraced religious distinction through what former President Olusegun Obasanjo called political sharia, I warned that the lights might be going out over Northern Nigeria. After mourning the collapse of secularism in the North where I grew up and schooled, I indicated that the region was beginning to spawn a brood of vipers with fatal consequences for both the elite and the underclass. I thought at the time that those consequences would be limited to perhaps some isolated cases of violence and terror attacks against secular or Christian targets. I never imagined we would experience the systematic conflagration triggered by the Boko Haram Islamic sect, nor did I even imagine that young, sometimes well-heeled individuals would embrace suicide missions.

    The consequence of the carelessness of the northern elite, who rode on the back of religion to power or tried to use religion as their footstool, is that many parts of the North have become ‘Lebanonised’ and ‘Pakistanised’. Nigeria struggled against periodic outbreaks of Maitatsine revolts in the 1980s; now they are grappling with consistent sectarian insurgency, complete with genocidal tendencies and ethnic cleansing. I do not have the impression that the North has learnt the right lessons of how to leave religion quite out of politics and out of social life, and I really think the problem will get much worse than it already is before the society wakes up to the sinister consequences of mixing governance with religion.

    I therefore expected the self-acclaimed enlightened Southwest to comprehensively understand the acute dangers of trifling with religion. They know the harmful effects sectarian controversies and violent disagreements have on development, yet they have puzzlingly decided to meddle with it, pretending they could tap its potentials and leash the genie. But we have the history of the Maghreb to learn from. In fact, the stalling of the Syrian revolt against Bashir Al-Assad’s rule, particularly the cold feet developed by the West in intervening in that country, is not unconnected with the complications introduced into the revolt by high-level sectarian overtone. Al-Assad has paradoxically turned out to be the defender of secularism, and his opponents are either affiliated to al-Qaeda or have developed their own peculiar hot brand of adulterated theocracy.

    While Tunisia was struggling to retain some secularist flavour and Libya was trying to discover the identity it prefers for this modern era, Egypt under Mohammed Morsi plunged unadvisedly into non-secularist governance. The Egyptian military, still bathing under the hue of Nasserism, has constituted itself into a bastion of mild secularism. This was why it moved against Morsi’s government, rewrote the constitution by deleting expressly theocratic provisions, and seems bent now on installing one of its own in power both to pursue the peace that has eluded the country for months and to protect the country’s secularist principles. Turkey, until recently, also had a military that served as the protector of the country’s secularism, inspired by the iconic Ataturk who brilliantly and foresightedly drew a line between state and religion, including banning the hijab in schools and offices.

    After the debacle in the North, from which the rest of Nigeria ought to draw lessons, it is sad that Southwest governors and political leaders have taken for granted the long-standing and enviable secularism of their zone. The cultural sinews that nourished and recommended the zone’s secularist tendency have today proved too fragile to keep the secularist principles instituted by the zone’s founding fathers. As a region and empire, the zone drew firm lines between its legislative, religious and executive components. The lines have been obfuscated not simply because of the march of time and civilisation, but because of the carelessness and meddlesomeness of the zones’ leaders. We cannot pretend that religious differences do not exist, but we can and should firmly and unrepentantly set boundaries for them. The heightening controversies and differences among the zone’s religious persuasions, which are already hardening into sectarian distinctions and enclaves, will not resolve themselves. The zone’s leaders must act now if the oasis of religious peace and interconnectedness that the zone has been for centuries is not to become a dangerous and seething mirage.

    As the sharp differences in the Osun school shows, when the problem starts, no one is immune. If Osun does not carefully handle the controversy and treat the disease from its roots, it is a matter of time before violence becomes a part of the crisis. The time to act is now. And like Osun, it is hard to know what intentions lurk in the minds of parents in Lagos promoting religious distinctions in the minds of impressionable youths. This is dangerous and short-sighted. We all have a duty to promote togetherness among our young ones, no matter their religious persuasion. If the zone’s culture, civilisation and humanity are no longer strong enough to bind the people of the zone together, then it is headed for even much more trouble than the North is experiencing.

    A few months ago, using Osun as the springboard for my analysis, I pointed out that political leaders in the Southwest needed to do something concrete about the incipient religious disharmony in the zone. The warning is still apposite today; for obviously the problem will not go away on its own. Instead, it will probably worsen if nothing is done beyond just appealing to religious leaders to maintain peace, and opinion leaders to refrain from stoking the embers of discord. Those sort of appeals profited the North nothing, apparently. They are not likely to profit anyone in the Southwest in any way. Governors and governments of the zone have an urgent need to stay away from religion almost totally if the zone is not to descend into a maelstrom of sectarian violence. Already the lights of peace and civilisation are flickering over Nigeria, the Southwest not excluded; we must not let them be extinguished altogether.

  • Realpolitik and the real polity (2)

    Realpolitik and the real polity (2)

    Last week, we raised the ensign of a new power oligarchy in the country, the oligarchy of the creeks. Compared to other oligarchies in Nigeria, particularly the Yoruba oligarchy, the feudal oligarchy of the core north and the old military oligarchy, it is still inchoate and incoherent.

    It is not yet a hegemonic power bloc, even though it is seeking to supplant the two major power blocs in the nation. Given its facile assumptions, the crass superficiality of its standard bearers and its very mode of ascendancy , it may yet shipwreck in its own backyard, without going very far from the shipyard. This will be very unfortunate, given the fact that Nigeria needs more countervailing power centres.

    An oligarchy in itself is not a bad thing. As we have been told, all human organisations tend to crystallize into oligarchies. Power tends to gravitate to a small coherent group with the discipline, the self-control, the mastery of the terrain, and above all, the directing and specialised knowledge and access to political intelligence which allow them to take control and act on behalf of the larger group. This is the iron law of oligarchies.

    But an oligarchy can become counterproductive or degenerate to a mere criminal enterprise when a combination of adverse historical circumstances and unforeseen realities force it to act in a way that is destructive of the very basis of its coming to existence or subversive of the rationale for its continued viability. The Nigerian political graveyard is filled with the bones of many oligarchies.

    It needs to be restated that after the botched June 12, 1993 presidential election and its tragic aftermath, Jonathan’s pan-Nigerian mandate presented the best opportunity to create Nigeria anew and the best hope to forge a national and nationalist oligarchy which would have pushed Nigeria along the path of great development and genuine national cohesion. The old hegemonic power blocs had been neutralised and rendered hors de combat by adversity and –it must be said—by General Obasanjo’s brutal decimation and the creative destruction occasioned by his relentless war-gaming.

    Alas, you cannot give what you don’t have. Poor Goodluck Jonathan seems to have bungled it. And it is a fairly comprehensive mess. Jonathan’s relative inexperience, the unpropitious nature of his party, his own provincial background, his lack of the political nous needed to grapple with the baffling complexities of a nation in traumatic transition have worsened the national crisis. Oligarchs are made of sterner stuff.

    In the event, the nation has been pushed once again to uncharted territory. If it were possible to help the president back on his feet in order to regain the momentum, this would have been the path of least resistance and cost-effective damage limitation. But suborned by ethnic hysteria and completely beholden to the puerile shamans of apocalyptic violence, Jonathan is too far gone in the unfolding somnambulist nightmare.

    In the circumstance, and given the fact that it had been badly bruised in several battles of the Fourth Republic, you would have expected the dominant Yoruba political tendency to adopt a siddon look attitude to the imminent collision of forces, particularly as the confrontation between the core north and its former Niger Delta collaborators shapes up.

    In the alternative, realpolitik ought to have dictated that the dominant Yoruba group should team up in quiet complicity with the federal authorities against their old feudal adversaries no matter how reviled and revolting the nature of current federal politics. As a pragmatic strain of Yoruba worldview would have it, no matter the colour or complexion of the sky, what the bird eats is what the bird flies with.

    But that miserable food ethics is not in consonance or conformity with the dominant ethos of the Yoruba enacted over a thousand years of state-building and state-disabling in the forests and plains of what was to become Southern Nigeria. Ever since the formation of Nigeria, the Yoruba people have been in the forefront of the battle for the nation.

    It has been a Homeric battlefield indeed. .Many of their most illustrious scions have perished in the struggle for the state or have been wasted in a heroic but sometimes quixotic bid to lay down the foundations and principles of a modern nation-state.

    Old traditions often weigh down on new traditions like an unbearable burden. Children of old empire builders cannot be expected to sit idly by when new state-formations that will determine their fate and the fortunes of their children are being put in place. The problem is that they will have to do this with the descendants of other empire builders boxed together with them in a colonial cage of utmost contraries and contradictions.

    This is not to discount the specific issue raised by the Igbo questioning of the National Question. Not known to have built great empires in the immediate past, the Igbo people have marched into modern nationhood with grit, determination and dynamic resourcefulness thus bypassing the more gory contradictions of feudal formations.

    The phenomenal strides taken in education and commerce in the last eighty years by the Igbo people speak to this explosion of individual talents without any iron fetters of feudal bondage. As such it is a great redemptive resource for modern nation-building which ought to place the emergent Igbo elite in the forefront of Nigeria’s march to authentic greatness.

    Old advantages often turn into modern disadvantages. The situation recalls England of the Industrial Revolution. Precisely because it was at the periphery of ancient feudal formations, England was able to rapidly bypass the iron contradictions of the old order to rapidly emerge as the first authentic modern nation-state, unlike the more classical feudal formations such as ancient China, Ethiopia, Russia and to some extent Northern Nigeria. Snooper owes the initial insight to Samir Amin, the great Egyptian Marxist philosopher and political economist.

    But as the English have also taught us, even rapid modernisation requires some strong state standardization and constant configuration in order to rein in individualistic excesses and the tendency to anarchic freewheeling and unethical competitiveness. This is the conundrum of human development .

    Unfortunately, mired in convenient persecution complex, and suborned by the Ottoman-like antics and Byzantine intrigues of a feudally inspired post-colonial state for which they have no appetite and even talent, this crucial point continues to elude the outstanding Igbo philosophers in our midst. Rather than shopping for friends in a hostile environment, they are shopping for enemies. It doesn’t get more clueless and politically daft. The crisis of politics in Nigeria is also fundamentally a crisis of culture.

    Past failures ought to lead to a modification of enthusiasm or the application of new strategies. Two critical instances from the Yoruba past will suffice to explain the current quest for alliances and cooperation by the dominant Yoruba political tendency and the crucial dangers thereof. It reads like a horoscope of disaster and possible salvation.

    In 1978 at the commencement of party politics, Chief Awolowo invited a group of influential northern politicians, particularly of Middle Belt origins, to his Park Lane Apapa residence to solicit for their support to form a broad-based political party of which he would obviously be the presidential flag bearer.

    The fledgling association broke down at the very next meeting when the issue of finance and the distribution of posts came up. To the northern power brokers, politics is about the allocation of resources and a game of who gets what and at what time. This position greatly irritated and discomfited Awo who did not hide his displeasure. According to Mvendaga Jibo, “Awo’s countenance changed. He seemed irritated”.

    Needless to add that the whole thing ended in a fiasco. To show his contempt for prebendalist politics and its feudal past masters, Awolowo went ahead to name Phillip Umeadi, a political non-starter from the east, as his running mate. Unfortunately, contempt does not translate into votes. Awo’s political quest was doomed ab initio. So also by the same token was the Second Republic which dissolved into world-historic looting and state larceny.

    Towards the end of 1983, Awolowo gathered together his party faithful in Abeokuta for a state of the union review. It was against the backdrop of hysterical ranting of Umaru Dikko about an NPN Third Reich which would last forever. The UPN had been electorally hammered and the future appeared bleak and terrifying indeed.

    There was a forlorn and despondent mood in the background. It was at this meeting that Awolowo famously detoured into the Hegelian dialectic of inevitable change in which the best parts of a thesis combine with the best parts of its antithesis to form a new synthesis.

    As usual, the Ikenne titan was showing a remarkable insight into how contradictory forces shape history and the evolution of human society. What you want is not always what you get, and what you get is not always what you want. By 1987, Awo concluded his earthly labours. But 10 years after his Hegelian prophecy, MKO Abiola, a famous apostate and reconditioned reactionary, romped to victory as the flag bearer of a left of centre military party tacitly supported by Awo’s surviving lieutenants.

    Abiola was to perish in his quest to validate his electoral victory which had been annulled by his old military constituency. But upon the country’s return to civil rule in 1999, the Yoruba nation gave its full electoral endorsement to those of Awo’s acolytes who had waged a heroic battle against the annulment of Abiola’s mandate. Those Awo lieutenants who allowed their resentment of Abiola’s earlier role to becloud their perception of new realities were thrown off the cliff of contention forever.

    These new realities and Awo’s Hegelian thesis subsist and prevail, whatever our purist preference for an idealistic utopian polis. The perfect community is an imaginary paradise. That being the case, Abiola’s electoral victory and its sorry annulment, Awolowo’s heroic but doomed quest to extend his vision and version of modernity and fiscal order to the rest of the country presuppose that the Yoruba must go into alliance with other groups as long as Nigeria is structurally disfigured.

    Elementary political common sense presupposes that even if it is to preserve and consolidate the regional gains of the last few years, attack is the best form of defence. As the fate of the Action Group, UPN, SDP and AD ought to have taught us, you cannot wait for the enemy barricaded inside your own enclave and expect to survive the artillery onslaught. You must go out to meet him in the open coliseum of post-colonial strife.

    Knowing the Western Nigerian electorate for what they are, the tacit and tactical endorsement of alliance and association with the “auld enemy” is not a free meal ticket. The political razzmatazz of the moment must not becloud the Yoruba faction of the APC leadership into thinking that endorsement of alliance is a mandate for the wholesale surrender of Yoruba cultural values.

    Rather, they must see it as an opportunity to persuade their core northern colleagues that Nigeria can no longer be run along the old lines of patrimonial and prebendal feudal politics. It has already upended the old north, politically, spiritually and economically. Any federal government formed along those old lines will shipwreck in a matter of months. How the western faction of the APC does this will put to test their political sagacity and dexterity in the coming months. There is a limit to realpolitik in the face of the turbulent discontents of the real polity.

    In ending, perhaps we must return to the old magi of Ikenne. In his very last interview, Awolowo noted that if he were to come back in 10 years and Nigeria was still the way it was, he would be found at the head of a stone-throwing mob. It is 27 years, and the mob is already gathering. The hurly-burly may be here with us. As Jonathan’s predatory presidency has conclusively proven, Nigeria cannot continue like this.