Category: Sunday

  • Murder in Gbagada

    While we are still on the issue of promising Nigerians cut down in their prime, it is sad to report of a great tragedy that occurred in the Gbagada suburbs of Lagos last weekend. It was murder most foul. Like all freshly wedded people, Ugochukwu Ozuah looked forward to a life of bliss and prosperity with Joan, his fetching bride. With the home front firmly secured, his head must have been humming with a million brilliant ideas about the future. But this was not to be. The young man was cut down in a hail of bullets.

    His family insist that the police are the culprits. The police are insisting that the dastardly act was carried out by still unknown assailants, possibly armed robbers. Somebody must be lying. What is clear is that Ugochukwu did not kill himself. He did not commit suicide. Or perhaps he did by being born in the wrong country at the wrong time. When he was asked whether he had a conception of hell, Wole Soyinka famously retorted that having lived in Nigeria for over seventy years, he had a fair idea of what hell is like.

    But we deceive and make a big fool of ourselves if we think the rest of the world is not aware of what goes on in Nigeria. Contrary to days of yore when savagery and barbarity could be hidden, we now live in an open global village. Even before snooper received a plaintive report of the crime the following morning from one of Nigeria’s top female lawyers whose son was one of the groomsmen at the wedding, the internet, Facebook, Twitter and other global fora of enhanced social communication were already awash with report of the murder in all its chilling and horrendous details.

    This is one heinous murder too many, and it must not be allowed to be swept under the carpet. All those who have children of marrying age must rise as one to demand justice. In Latin America, they ended up with Mothers of the Disappeared. In Nigeria, Mothers of the Murdered (MOM) should rise as a group. As usual, the police have begun to muddy the water. They declared promptly and peremptorily that the poor chap was a victim of armed robbers. Then they resorted to the familiar Kayode Soyinka Syndrome by fingering a near victim as a principal suspect. This will not wash.

    It is just as well that the energetic, enterprising and proactive new Inspector General of police is reported to have requested for the file. Readers of this column will notice that we are always reluctant to damn the police. This is the first time in five and a half years that we are coming down hard on our police force. This is because we feel for the plight of an under-manned, under-paid and under-motivated police force. But there can be no denying that the Nigerian multi-ethnic underclass has sent its most homicidal and pathological elements to the force. These are the trigger-happy scoundrels and criminals in uniform. Nigeria will know no peace until they are de-coupled.

    Until the debate about state police is resolved one way or the other, the I-G has his work cut out for him. The list of victims of police elimination is long and lengthy, and so is the trail of proper justice. A few years back, Bayo Awosika, the son in law of the revered columnist, Allah De, was murdered in gruesome circumstances at a Police Check point in Lekki Phase 1. Nothing has been heard of the case. Mr Abubakar must be told that enough is enough.

  • Revisiting our unification policies (2)

    Revisiting our unification policies (2)

    About forty years of the NYSC had not produced any concrete evidence that the scheme has achieved its goals

    The title of last Sunday’s column should have been ‘Revisiting our unification policies1,’ and not ‘Piercing the Fog of Revolution’ that the column carried. Today’s piece is to provide more illustrations to support the thesis of last Sunday’s column; the tendency that our country is moving increasingly in the direction of a Union of policy rather than one of affection, largely because of the failure of civilian governments since 1999 to be more creative and freedom-affirming than the military governments before them.

    In an effort to unify a country that had been pushed close to the brinks by rigged elections in 1964 and 1965, the country’s military governments before, during, and after the civil war created policies they considered to be the best ways to create a united nation out of the diverse nationalities amalgamated in 1914. Before the war, the military government, as we posited last week, abolished local and native authority police systems across the country and put the country under one central police, on the excuse that state and local government leaders abused the local police system in the past and in the hope that one central police is better positioned to unify the country and bring justice, fairness, and efficiency to its law enforcement.

    The country has been at the mercy of a police force controlled by the central government ever since. This is despite the fact that the force is visibly incapable of securing citizens and their property or maintaining public order, more so since the emergence of Boko Haram. Even after forty-six years of federal monopoly of law enforcement, several retired military and police officers, as well as anti-federalist political leaders continue to state pontifically that establishing any other layer of police system in the country is tantamount to balkanizing the country.

    Three unification policies stand out to be revisited out of the legion initiated between 1973 and 1979: creation of Unity Schools; establishment of compulsory National Youth Service for graduates of tertiary institutions; and federalization of pre-existing regional universities. The rationale given for all of these policies is the same: “to encourage and develop common ties among the youths of the country and to promote national unity.” Military rulers believed that these policies would create a Nigerian Persona that they thought was lacking in all other spheres of the nation’s life apart from the armed forces.

    Just as there is no evidence that the centralisation of the police has worked for the citizens of the country, there is also no evidence that the three policies designed to promote unity have achieved the goals for which they were created. For example, after several decades of the existence of Unity Schools and with about half a million graduates from such schools, there is no statistical evidence that the country is more united than it was before the advent of Unity Schools. In addition, universities taken over from regional governments have over the years lost the international reputation and the high standards they had before they were transformed into Unity Schools at the tertiary level. Regions from which such universities were appropriated by the federal government have had, in the undying spirit of federalism, created new universities, adding in the final analysis to the pool of underfunded universities and impoverished tertiary institutions in the country.

    Similarly, about forty years of the NYSC (controlled even in a post-military era by a military officer) had not produced any concrete evidence that the scheme has achieved its goals, apart from anecdotal evidence that many graduates from the scheme married across state or ethnic lines. I grew up in colonial Nigeria and grew up to know that trans-ethnic marriage was part of the culture as far back as the 1940s. Whether it was in Lagos, Ibadan, and Ondo, where I lived as a young boy, one did not have to go to another street to identify men or women with spouses from other regions. There are several colleagues of my generation now in their 70s with Fulani mothers and Yoruba fathers, Igbo mothers and Hausa fathers, or Ebira fathers and Yoruba mothers, etc.

    Despite several calls for abolishment or re-conceptualisation of the NYSC, elected government leaders are ignoring citizens’ calls for policy reversal or change, on the anecdotal claims that the schemes enhance national unity. What is needed is for the government to set the Federal Bureau of Statistics to work to investigate the following points: percentage of increase in trans-ethnic marriages since the commencement of Unity Schools, Federal Universities, and National Youth Service Corps; percentage of former corpers offered employment in the states in which they served and had thus chosen to relocate to such states; number of NYSC hosts and corpers that see the scheme as a means of cheap but unappreciated labour to less developed states. Unless these questions are answered with statistical evidence, no one has a right to say that the NYSC, for example, has impacted on the political and social life of the country.

    It is also necessary to juxtapose answers to the questions above with statistical evidence on the number of serving corpers that had been killed as a result of sectarian or religious violence; the number of corpers that had died on the road on their way to or from their posts; the number of corpers that would have participated in the scheme if it had not been tied to getting post-service jobs from federal and state government agencies; and percentage of leaders of Boko Haram that attended Unity Schools, federal universities, and fulfilled NYSC obligations. It is only after doing the cost and benefit analysis of NYSC and Unity Schools that any government can justifiably say that asking for a review of some of the policies bequeathed by unelected governments is tantamount to putting the hands of the clock of unity and development back.

    Largely because the country’s post-military government is afraid to revisit policies imposed on the nation by unelected governments before it, political and cultural leaders with the mindset of military rulers are already networking to start a new round of low-wattage but high-verbiage unification policies patterned after those whose impact is yet to be verified. They have started to prepare or programme citizens for a policy that empowers the federal government to award indigeneship of communities to members of other communities and another one that creates grazing corridors all over the country for the use of nomadic cattle breeders, something that is reminiscent of the nomadic education of the military era that is now replaced by elected governments with Almajiri education.

     

    To be continued

  • Victor Ludorum

    Victor Ludorum

    (An evening with the great Victor Abimbola Olaiya)

    The problem with Nigeria is not an absence of human resources but an embarrassment of human riches. It is arguable that no other nation on earth is so spectacularly endowed in terms of human capital. The prodigious capacity to excel no matter the adversarial circumstances is part of the Nigerian narrative. Yet it is also an integral part of the Nigerian paradox that at every turn, particularly in national politics, we keep throwing up our third eleven.

    The fact remains that in all spheres of human endeavours, a nation must always put forward its best foot if it were to make any showing in the comity of nations. A nation must constantly showcase its great exemplars if it must cultivate a cult of heroic examples. What you plant is what you harvest. If you showcase nonentities as your national heroes, then you are cultivating a cult of nonentities.

    Last Sunday inside the commodious bowel of the excellently refurbished Lagos City Hall, Snooper witnessed all that was great and good about great and good old Nigeria. It is so appropriate that it was this iconic monument that was chosen as the venue of the occasion. The building itself has survived several man-made disasters, including an attempted obliteration by fire. So last Sunday, indestructible Nigeria caught up with the ineluctable genius of the nation.

    It was the celebration of sixty years on stage of the great musical ace and avatar, Dr Victor Abimbola Olaiya. The historic showstopper was the brainchild of the cultural entrepreneur, tireless promoter of good music and notable Highlife musician himself, Femi Esho. From humble beginnings, the indefatigable and irrepressible Esho has firmly established himself as the most notable cultural Czar in contemporary Nigeria.

    Ably comperéd by Aremo Olusegun Osoba, assisted by his musical enthusiast wife, Beere Derin Osoba, it was, needless to add, a moveable musical feast. It was a cultural extravaganza. Nostalgia invaded the entire hall. There was excitement and enchantment in the air. The magic and aroma of great music filled the place like some excellent fragrance.

    Victorian and Edwardian Lagos came alive once again. For connoisseurs and aficionados of great music and good breeding, it was time to savour what Nigeria was before the apocalyptic blackout. Where and when did we get it so catastrophically wrong in this potentially great country?

    As to where and when, there will be many contending answers. But one fact is incontrovertible, and that is the pre-eminent status of the guest of honour at the Lagos City Hall last Sunday. Without doubt, Victor Olaiya is the doyen, the primus inter pares and the Victor Ludorum of Nigerian Highlife music. In a country wracked by ethnic animosities and contending cultural rivalries, this claim may open one to charges of Yoruba irredentism or even sub-ethnic sabre-rattling. Highlife, we must remember, was the nearest thing to our national music and hence a site of fierce intellectual contestation.

    Let us now use the concept of Victor Ludorum to elaborate the signal importance and pre-eminent status of Victor Olaiya. In its Roman instance, Victor Ludorum means the victor of the games or the overall winner of the competition. Overall is the operative word here. In other words, other competitors may surpass the eventual winner in some departments, but when the overall aggregate is taken, the winner is clear.

    Celestine Ukwu will continue to dazzle with the sheer poetry and musicality of his compositions and the philosophical profundity of thought. Rex Lawson , the Kalabari crooner, will continue to thrill and astound with his masterly cadences, the poetic sonority of his voice and the bewitching originality of rhythm.

    When it comes to John Ademulegun Akintola, a.ka Roy Chicago, the urbane self-assurance, the metropolitan swagger and breathtaking lyrics, particularly the infusion of his native Ikare folksongs into highlife, will surely outlive him. Fela will be justly celebrated for the genius of his innovations, particularly the hectic syncopation of the post-Lobitos era, and his political and ideological bravura. Victor Uwaifo trumps all with his electrifying rhythm and mastery of the guitar.

    But among this stellar array of musical giants, Victor Olaiya is the true prodigy of musical engineering. Possessing most of the attributes of his rivals and contemporaries, he could blend disparate elements together to create truly memorable and mellifluous music. Yet he makes it look so simple and deceptively easy. True genius is often such a formidably disruptive phenomenon that it must wear the mask of ordinariness. On an ordinary day, Olaiya could pass for your average uncle next door. It takes true genius to mask true genius.

    Famously described as the evil genius of highlife music by another prodigious exemplar, the great and unassuming Allah De, Olaiya was born in Calabar of Ijesha Isu parentage, schooled in the east before coming to live in Lagos. This seeming cosmopolitan rootlessness was to turn out a great source of strength, allowing Olaiya’s genius to roam far and wide for musical fodder, borrowing freely from Highlife’s origins in the old Gold Coast and its ashiko variant from Sierra Leone’s ex-slave coastal community. Like so much grist for a musical mill, Olaiya’s genius worked over the chaotic potpourri producing a unique blend and an even more unique brand.

    It can now be said that what Olaiya has going for him more than anyone else is the sheer accumulated heft of experience, the sheer longevity of career and the professional gravitas accruing from this. No other Nigerian musician, dead or alive, could boast of sixty years on stage and the glittering accolades. As the Chinese would say, if you stay long enough by the river side, the bodies of your enemies would wash by.

    Olaiya played for the queen of England on a visit to Nigeria in 1956 and four years later at the Independence Ball. For a musician, it doesn’t get more royal than this. Olaiya is a royalty among the nobility of Nigerian musicians. This much was evident last Sunday as great musicians such as Sunny Ade, Dele Ojo, Orlando Julius, Tunde Osofisan and the octogenarian but mysteriously agile Fatai Rolling Dollar, fell over themselves to pay homage to his dandy majesty.

    Yet the beginning was not so propitious or flattering. True enough, Olaiya was born into immense riches. True enough, there was music in the family, the father being an accomplished lay organist and the mother a singer of repute. But to the Olaiya pere, music was what you play in your spare time and not what you choose as a profession. Professional music was for the flunkies and junkies; the no-hopers and casual riffraff on the margins of society. It was not for scions of the new merchant class.

    Having passed his matriculation examinations in 1951, the young Victor was expected to proceed to Howard University for a course in Civil Engineering. But Olaiya rebelled and chose music and a different kind of Engineering.. It was a decision that was to cause much sorrow and gnashing of teeth. In cocking a snook at his family, Olaiya joined Bobby Benson and Sammy Akpabot in rebellion, just as they were to be joined later by the then Fela Ransome-Kuti. It is doubtful if as an engineer, Olaiya could have brought more fame and historic importance to his family.

    The irony of pre-Independence highlife music in Nigeria was that many of its leading exponents were from affluent well-heeled background that rebelled against their class in order to create the music appropriate and befitting for their class. If they showed great determination and force of character in this rebellion, they were to show greater integrity by refusing to kowtow to the arriviste new class or pander to the crude taste of the parvenus. Till date, highlife music remains a class act, but also music for a class in ascendancy.

    But everything has its time and place. Even while highlife music was recording its magnificent successes, the material conditions for its possibility were being eroded by new dominant and emergent realities. First, the coastal elite lost economic and political power to the hinterland elite. Then the military overran both..

    In a touch of mesmerising irony, Olaiya himself was given the field rank of Colonel to entertain soldiers fighting the civil war. It was like a man playing at his own professional funeral. Military and police bands may play excellent highlife music at ceremonial balls but in real life, the new military aristocracy and their emergency contractor buddies do not care a hoot for the sedate languor and the kusimilaya ballet of highlife music. They would need praise singers and a more pulsating beat to reflect new social and martial exigencies.

    Perhaps the most delectable piece of irony of this glorious evening with the master musician was when Sunny Ade reminded him of how as a boy, he held his trumpet for him at the Fakunle Major Hotel Oshogbo. But more importantly, Sunny Ade reminded the great musician that when decades later his band’s musical equipment was impounded after defaulting on terms of payment to Olaiya’s musical equipment company, it was Olaiya who quietly ordered that the equipment be released. It was like a general handing over a cache of arms to an ambitious major. Juju music killed highlife

    As historic empires rise and fall, so do musical empires. Whether highlife would come back in a modified form is besides the point. Such things do not depend on an individual genius but on the configuration of material, social and historical forces. But for Nigeria to rise again, it will require the genius, the nobility of heart and the generosity of spirit evident in Dr Victor Olaiya. It has been a memorable evening at the Lagos City Hall. Here is wishing the greatest of them all many happy returns, sir.

  • N5, 000: Who’s the bad economist now?

    N5, 000: Who’s the bad economist now?

    One magic note, irrespective of its utility, will not pull us out of the economic slump

    I confess that while it lasted I found the brouhaha over the Central Bank’s plans to introduce the N5, 000 note something of a hurricane in a very tiny tea cup.

    But on the positive side, the passion it ignited was such that for the first time since the Super Eagles were thrown out of some tournament, we forgot whether were from South-South or North-West!

    Sure, there were all the arguments about how the anticipated currency reforms could set off an inflationary spiral. Many who had these worries were not only critical of the big note, but also pointed to plans to coin the lower end denominations below N100.

    Over the years Nigerians have developed a strange resistance to coins. This manifests in the form of traders simply ignoring the metallic money and fixing prices for the cheapest of items beginning with the lowest of notes.

    This irrational behavior, like most things in the Nigerian economy, has nothing to do with the basic laws of economics. The artificial and opportunistic price hikes are not triggered by demand and supply factors, but by a mindset that cannot be supported by anything in our history.

    From Independence and well into the 80s, our people embraced the coins that were in circulation. It is equally revealing that the same Nigerians, who supposedly have a cultural aversion to coins, gladly use and carry them around when in the UK, US, Italy, South Africa and many other places.

    So is the problem the coin, the evaporation of its value, or some strange mentality we have acquired? I believe that even the irrational has triggers that can be traced. Primary blame must go to the CBN which over the last two decades has allowed the bizarre thinking that paints coins as an inferior repository of value, to take hold.

    When other factors set off inflationary pressures in the economy, and the existing coins were rendered nearly worthless, the apex bank ought to have released not just a new set of notes, but also coins responding to our new reality.

    They should have put in place policies and rules that counter the notion that only paper denominations that count. Traders, business people and public transportation owners should have been encouraged to have coin boxes in place.

    The CBN gave the impression it was not really interested in coins because banks were never sanctioned when they discouraged bank hall transactions in coins.

    As for the elephantine N5, 000 note, I believe the CBN never made the case why it was such a compelling proposition at this point in time. Countries usually resort to printing such huge bills when hyperinflation has rendered their currencies useless. We’ve seen this happen in the likes of Zimbabwe and Ghana. But surely, inflation in Nigeria is not yet running at 1,000%.

    As has been argued by many, the aborted note would most certainly have exacerbated graft, money laundering etc. Rather than help the CBN’s vision of a cashless society, it would have made it even easier for people to hoard millions under their beds or tote it around.

    The apex bank’s governor, Sanusi Lamido Sanusi, would have us believe that those who opposed his bright idea were either illiterates or voodoo economists.

    He made this point in his now infamous put-down responding to former President Olusegun Obasanjo’s criticism of the controversial note. For suggesting that it will cause inflation and worsen hardship, Sanusi dismissed him as “a very successful farmer, but a very bad economist.”

    Obasanjo was not the only VIP who flayed the big bill. Former Head of State, General Yakubu Gowon and several other high profile figures did. The Senate and House of Representatives were set to ask for Sanusi’s head on a platter if he defied them by going ahead.

    But OBJ’s comment particularly irritated the CBN governor because according to him Obasanjo introduced more high currency denominations in Nigeria than any other head of state.

    Still, for all of Sanusi’s knowledge of economics, I thought his comments were rather impertinent. For one thing, he was dismissing the knowhow of a man who presided over some of Nigeria’s better economic times. Surely, such a person would know a thing or two.

    This whole N5, 000 episode is another useful lesson for the CBN governor. He was convinced that having made his economic argument and sold same to the President and cabinet, the whole country would just fall in line.

    Sanusi forgets that economics is often not black and white, and economists are just like politicians – each one has a different prescription for the same malady. Some of the most vociferous critics of the N5, 000 note are economists of unimpeachable pedigree.

    Now, President Goodluck Jonathan, barely a fortnight after signing off on the proposed note, has executed a 360 degree pirouette by putting Sanusi’s plans on hold – ostensibly to allow more time for public education.

    Opponents of the note are already performing its burial rites. Who can blame them? Back in January the government pulled the plug on the policy of total deregulation of the downstream sector of the oil industry, again, to allow more time for people to be better schooled on the joys of living without subsidised petrol.

    Eight months after, there’s not a single half-hearted tutorial going on. Rather we are staggering around in the morass of a full-blown fuel subsidy payment scandal. That is why it will be quite a surprise if Sanusi ever gets to print his cherished note before his tenure runs out.

    Lesson for the governor: on certain matters economics is not enough. Remember how late President Umaru Yar’Adua stopped Prof. Chukwuma Soludo – another bright economist –from executing his own currency experiment?

    What has stopped the N5, 000 are not economic factors but political ones. Jonathan simply checked the Richter scale of political criticism and decided there was no point making himself even more unpopular. Sanusi may sneer at this, but in real life this is how it works.

    Once upon a time there was another brilliant economist who used to see what the rest of the less-endowed populace could not see. His name was Dr. Kalu Idika Kalu and he served as Finance Minister in President Ibrahim Babangida’s regime. As Nigeria struggled to overcome her economic woes in the mid-80s he pressed for the nation to take an International Monetary Fund (IMF) loan. In the end he was overruled by Babangida in the face of strident national opposition.

    It is good the ghost of the N5, 000 note has been laid to rest: not necessarily because it is bereft of merits. But one magic note, irrespective of its utility, will not pull us out of the economic slump. There are fundamental issues to be addressed if we mean business about turning the economy around. Let’s tackle the basics and put the drama to one side.

  • A banking titan departs…

    While we are still on the subject of great and good Nigerians, it is meet to celebrate the quiet departure of Pa Olabode Olatunde Vincent, the former Central Bank Governor, who joined the ancestors earlier this month. He was a model banker and exceptional administrator: quiet, self-assured, discreet and compassionate but also tough-minded and rigorously committed to fiscal discipline.

    He was cut in the finest tradition of the profession. He was too confident of his natural ability to become a toady of errant governments. But neither did he turn himself into a public nuisance and self-advertising poseur as a result of misplaced self-regard. In these days of garrulous but comprehensively challenged economic shamans, his tenure remains a memorable benchmark for prudent husbandry of national resources.

    Urbane, ever curious, intellectually alert and ever ready to grapple with the immense complications and difficulties of Economics as a living science for living people, he could have served with distinction even in old age in the hallowed sanctuaries of the Federal Reserve Bank or any other apex institution of western banking.

    Regrettably, Snooper came to know and associate with the great man in his very last decade when we both served as members of the short-lived Coalition for Better Society. He was in every material respect, a gentle giant; tall, dignified, unfailingly polite and ever solicitous of one’s wellbeing. His contributions were always thoughtful and well-considered. There was a ring of compassion for the less privileged in his voice.

    He radiated an inner sense of self-worth which found expression in his calm composure and patrician bearing. Snooper found him a great repository of Yoruba history, particularly the post-empire Mfekane which saw to the great dispersal of the tribe. According to him, his grandmother’s house in Abeokuta had the inscription, “Ile Apomu” which spoke to epic migration and great inter-mingling. All that is ethnically solid often melts into thin air.

    If the old man personified honour, simplicity and grace while alive, he was even more so in death. He had decreed that his earthly remains should be committed to mother earth within days of his demise. He did not leave room for the protocol of the idle and wannabe, the social lunchers and other morbid parasites to feed on the house. They were already beginning to gather when thunder struck. It is a lesson for his well-heeled compatriots. May the soul of this great man rest in peace.

  • Jonathan’s extemporaneous speeches

    Jonathan’s extemporaneous speeches

    To everyone who follows his speeches, President Goodluck Jonathan comes across as someone who loves to speak extemporaneously. It helps him to communicate and channel his anger and frustrations in ways prepared speeches do not permit. Except you are a Barack Obama or a Bill Clinton, prepared speeches are often impure crystallisations of the disparate thoughts and sometimes sham reasoning of speech artists. Few leaders have the ability to be coherent outside their prepared speeches; they often stick to the text and hope the audience would be fascinated. Extempore remarks, the sort which mystifyingly enthrals the rather ineloquent Jonathan, must be handled with care even by gifted orators. As Adolf Hitler, Winston Churchill and Charles de Gaulle showed, diligent preparations must accompany extempore speeches, up to the point of honing even the accompanying gestures.

    On Tuesday, Jonathan once again threw caution to the wind with one of his lengthy unrehearsed speeches, complete with unfathomable logic, misrepresentation of history, university freshman’s reading of Marxism, and a poor laparotomy of the election that brought him into office. The occasion was the 52nd Independence Anniversary lecture held in Abuja, for which former Ghanaian president John Kuffour was invited to speak on the topic, Nigeria: Security Development and National Transformation. Jonathan’s remarks came after the main lecture, and it responded to Kuffour’s presentation but veered off in a different, controversial and uninspiring tangent. Quite apart from the fact that the topic was inappropriate for Kuffour, who would have done much better with a regional issue, the occasion helped give us another unflattering peep into the complicated and seething mind of our president.

    Proceeding from a class analysis not borne out by history, the president argues that ordinary people find it extremely difficult to survive in times of crisis where big players often survive. Beyond his examination of class survivability in times of crisis, he drives home the point that peace is a critical ingredient of economic development. But it is in fact when he discourses upon the factors that promote peace that the president yields to his well-known nostalgic passion for monarchism. “Peace is one of the cardinal marks of a leader,” the president begins magisterially. “In the monarchy in the olden days, the king had maximum power, but for your kingdom to be stable you must have the military strength. So without stability of any state it cannot develop.” In case he has lost you in the vastness of his private historical imprecision, the president is merely saying monarchies show greater tendency to guarantee peace. He does not, however, say whether ineluctably they also guarantee greater development.

    Jonathan’s pained reference to the virtue of monarchism of course shows his difficult relationship with democracy and what he sees as its insufferable insistence on checks and balances. This is not the first time he has embraced ancient forms of government and repudiated sophisticated and modern systems. Indeed, we must expect that he will continue to embrace or repudiate systems and values according to his well-known proclivities. These proclivities – his distaste for modernism, especially – will continue with him to the end of his presidency, whether that presidency terminates in one term or two.

    The president also attempted a dichotomous explanation of physical and political insecurity. The first, he says, indicates the use of guns and bombs and involves the security of the individual. The second, he fails to define, but indicates its consequence to be a lack of development. You will have to read between the lines to understand why the president felt justified to draw a puzzling line between what he categorises as two types of insecurity. After all, neither conduces to development, and both are often attended by shootings and killings. In fact, however, the president was leading to the highly suspect notion that the media is guiltier than any other institution in predisposing the country to insecurity. The press is his bête noire. When he does not hate it, he distrusts it.

    After ruminating on the axiom that says the pen is mightier than the sword, the president goes ahead to suggest that by reflecting “these unending political conflicts in the media, whether print, electronic or social media, it brings a lot of insecurity to the system and sometimes people begin to doubt your government.” He places at the doorstep of the media the blame for the people’s lack of confidence in his government and leadership style. In essence, he would have preferred the media to shut out political conflicts and live in denial as the government often does.

    It seems all but evident that Jonathan wishes to court the media but doesn’t know how. Indeed, he naively believes that once the media embraced him, all would be well. Hear the president: “The media environment that should have helped our transformation agenda is being used negatively… The way Nigerians challenge and abuse me… yes, the president has enormous power, but if you use that enormous power to some extent you will look like a dictator.” If we disentangle his fustian on press freedom, which freedom he shockingly believes to be a privilege, from the other parts of the speech we would reach an even more disturbing false bottom in his logic about the powers of the president in a democracy. He erroneously thinks the president has enough powers vouchsafed to him by the constitution to be a dictator if he likes, but he plaintively regrets his inability to use that facility. The truth is that he does not have the powers he thinks he has, and worse, cannot even indulge himself as he wants.

    In his apportionment of blame for insecurity, he refers to the problem the flawed 2007 election gave him and his predecessor, and then compares that poll with that of 2011 and concludes, with unrestrained self-glorification, that the latter was more credible. But he appears baffled that so soon after an election he gave top marks he had become deeply unpopular. According to him, “Immediately after that election, not quite six months, the kind of media hype that started hitting us made us to stop and ask where is this coming from? I said I did not just come out from the blues to contest the election, I was deputy governor for six and half years, I was a governor for one and half years, I was a vice president, and before election, I was the president up to April when the elections were conducted, people knew me. So within this period, including when I even acted, if I was that bad would people have voted for me?… But the media condemned me.”

    Jonathan says the criticism he was subjected to so soon after the elections made him stop and ask where it was coming from. There is absolutely no truth in that statement. Neither he nor his aides stopped to ask where the problem was coming from. He simply concluded that some people were manipulating the situation to make his government seem incompetent, for which he now blames the ‘political’ (not the ‘professional’) media. In his opinion, the fault has to lie elsewhere, not in his lackluster style, not in his goofs and gaffes, not in his retrogressive ideas of government and governance, not in his improper grasp of economic and political issues, and not in his ordinary and uninspiring vision of a modern and progressive society. He cannot grasp the fact that between the two main candidates in the 2011 presidential poll, the electorate voted for him because he appeared safer, not better nor more cerebral nor more principled, and that barely a few months after the election the people recognised they were sold a pig in a poke, for which they have reacted very vigorously in the fashion that now confounds him.

    Jonathan gives a brief of his political career, wondering whether the people did not consider these before they voted for him. The truth is that they neither knew him nor, even more mortifyingly, knew that he had apparently reached the end of his tether as governor, and that both the office of president and the virtues of democracy, not to talk of the concepts of freedom of speech, rule of law and federalism, were above his ken. The six months he speaks about is the period it took the people to discover their folly in opting for the safer rather than the better.

    Jonathan exceeds himself in his extempore speech by reiterating his discredited views on the subsidy protests of January. As he put it: “Look at the demonstrations on fuel subsidy; look at the areas these demonstrations are coming from, and you begin to ask, are these the ordinary citizens that are demonstrating? Or are people pushing them to demonstrate? Take the case of Lagos, Lagos is the critical state in the nation’s economy, it controls about 53 per cent of the economy and all tribes are there. During the demonstration in Lagos, people were given bottled water that people in my village don’t have access to, and people were given expensive food that the ordinary people in Lagos cannot eat… They go and hire the best musician to come and play and the best comedian to come and entertain. Is that demonstration?”

    It is no use trying to convince a deeply resentful president that he is wrong. The more you try to persuade him, the more implacable he gets. This columnist covered the January subsidy protest from beginning to the end and saw no coordinated attempt to feed the protesters or assuage their thirst. A few good Samaritans gave out tokens, but they were so insignificant that it would be sheer exaggeration to consider these orchestrated. Food hawkers were there to make money, and musicians and comedians, whom some presidency officials deprecated as clowns, jostled to get attention, and would have paid to have their moment in history. Meanwhile, the president sat paranoid in Abuja and relied on misleading reports. And because he does not read his country’s newspapers, which he believes to be manipulated by politicians, he failed to educate himself on the true position of the protests.

    But much more than believing falsehood, Jonathan once again proves his long-running resentment towards Lagos, a city he sees as snobbish but which has done nothing to assist in spite of acknowledging its centrality to the Nigerian economy. How is it the fault of Lagos if the president’s village does not have access to bottled water, and why on earth must he compare the city to his village? Does he know the kind of food ordinary Lagosian eats? Shortly after he sent troops to quell the protests, he denounced Lagos elite as pampered and their children, whom he claimed rode five cars, as spoilt rotten. Who can forget also that while campaigning for votes in 2011, he attempted to instigate other ethnic groups against Lagosians using false statistics? Yet, he is surprised that he is challenged and abused, and regrets not having the powers of a monarch to do as he pleases and the ability of a propagandist to manipulate the media in his favour. He is shocked that barely six months into his presidency, his romance with the people came to an end, even though he did nothing to sustain that romance and has repaid the votes he garnered with scorn and ill will. It is no credit to his learning and office that every time he encounters challenges and repudiation, his instinctive defence mechanism is to take refuge in the values and systems of the feudal past of his longings.

    Finally, and as a fitting summary of his worldview, Jonathan lets us into the secret of his fortitude and indifference. Hear him: “For me, if I see somebody is manipulating anything, I don’t listen to you; but when I see people genuinely talking about issues, I listen. I am hardly intimidated by anybody who wants to push any issue he has. I believe that that protest in Lagos was manipulated by a class in Lagos and was not from the ordinary people.” With this syllogism, the president rounds up his philosophy of governance in the most unspeakable fashion. It does not matter whether the critic is right, as long as the president thinks the troublemaker is instigated, he will not listen. How can he tell who is instigated and who is not? Again, it hardly matters; the president gets intelligence report, or perhaps he simply makes up his mind anyhow he fancies. And if the critic is wrong, as long as he is not instigated, then the president will listen. If this is not recipe for both autocracy and misrule, nothing else is.

    The much we know about the president comes from his extemporaneous nuggets. There will be many more of such gems before his term ends. Every time he orates, we imagine we have reached the nadir that no human can possibly plumb. But every such time, we have been mistaken. In the months ahead that chasm will be dug deeper than we think him capable, for it is now clear that though Jonathan is gifted in many areas and speaks with the candour that is unusual in these climes, his talents are altogether suited only to ages past. Lagos had better take heart, and all critics, whom the president dismisses as calumnious, must reconcile themselves to contending with a man whose values and philosophy are hewn from the granite of a completely different era.

     

  • Leadership governor of the year: No amount of ‘bad belle’ will desecrate this honour

    Leadership governor of the year: No amount of ‘bad belle’ will desecrate this honour

    In two short years, Dr Fayemi has permanently changed the face of Ekiti

    At a time like this, we need leaders not looters, leaders, not rulers. We need leaders with the fear of God; those who will not lie; leaders who will accept in public what they can accept in private; leaders who are not corrupt; leaders who will not steal; leaders who look in the eyes of the common man with compassion and not eyes of the privileged few. May I congratulate you on behalf of the nation because the nation needs leaders like you” –Elder statesman, Alhaji Maitama Sule, former Nigerian Ambassador to the United Nations, congratulating Dr Kayode Fayemi, the Ekiti state governor and this year’s winner of the prestigious Leadership newspaper’s Man of the Year award.

    While dignitaries, far and near, have since been celebrating the quietly efficient governor of Ekiti state, a man not given to empty self-glorification, some, especially nearer home, have left nothing undone in trying to equate the award to the likes of ‘honour’ a segment of the Nigerian students union once bestowed on a professor who conducted the worst ever election, not only in Nigeria, but the world over as was eloquently attested to by the foreign election monitors amongst who were former Heads of State. Like the latter, they even have the temerity to suggest that it was bought.

    Questions, largely out of ignorance and an unbelievable insularity, if not self-inflicted limited choices of what they choose to read, have been asked, for instance about Leadership Newspaper which they claim they do not know. I have elsewhere lumped those who ask such questions with those whose newspaper choices most probably do not go beyond the soft sell magazines.

    Also, in an attempt to square up with those of us who criticize undiscerning recipients of just any ‘honour’, some have laid us up to charges of political partisanship whereas what underpins our abhorrence of ‘honour’ for honour sake, simpli cita, is the sure knowledge that there are too many such ‘honours’ being peddled around the country today that a governor Fayemi will not as much as touch with the longest pole. Of course we could not have so easily forgotten awards of ‘Best Banker in Africa’, Banker of the Year and such like ‘honours’ whose recipients were, within a year of such awards shown for what they truly are. The lesson we preach here is: let would-be awardees beware.

    A word or two then about the three most critical elements in this discourse since we must not attach any undue importance to the critics who may have been motivated by whatever considerations: political, an eagerness for a pound of flesh or what former President Obasanjo would rather describe as ‘bad belle’. They will always be entitled to their self-inflicted grumbles.

    Of the three, Sam Nda Isaiah comes first.

    After reading his ramifying 50th birthday anniversary interview sometime around May, 2012, I tried never to miss his weekly column and when I got news of this award, I reached out to my good friend and University of Ife contemporary, Dr Femi Adebanjo, who not only taught Sam Pharmacology and Toxicology at the Great University, but was his Project supervisor for the B.Pharm degree to validate what things I knew about him. It was a learning curve..

    Hear Femi Adebanjo: Sam Nda Isaiah was an exceptional student. Son to a former editor of the Nigerian Herald, he came from a journalistic background; a fact which helped him perform brilliantly as the youngest ever Editor-in-Chief of the Pharmaceutical Association in the 81/82 session. He graduated in the 2nd class (Upper) Division and although he subsequently went to read Law at the Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria, Sam refused to defend his project, strictly on principle.’

    Continued Dr Adebanjo: ‘Mr Nda- Isaiah has been a phenomenon since leaving school. A complete tee-to- taler, Sam buys books like Nigerians buy recharge cards and has several thousand volumes in his library. Sam, he says, is bolder than bold itself, and is hugely respected throughout the length and breadth of Nigeria. Concluding, Dr Adebanjo said ‘both Sam and Kayode Fayemi are two stars born to shine, and shine they always will.’ Prince Julius Adelusi-Adeluyi, former Health Minister, who also knows Sam very well, would later confirm Dr Adebanjo’s views of the publisher. You do not come from such a laudable background to join the crowd of award hawkers.

    The Leadership newspaper worships no creed, race, or persons, and, had late President Yar Adua had his way, the publisher and his editors would probably still be in jail for the paper’s objective assessments of that lacklustre administration. Nothing demonstrates the paper’s single-minded uprightness than its credo which reads as follows: ‘Leadership is not a regional or sectional paper. It is a national paper symbolically embedded in the nation’s capital. We shall stand up for good governance. We shall defend the interests of the Nigerian state even against its leaders and we shall raise our pen at all times in defense of what is right. These are the values by which we intend to be assessed and we shall never, ever, for any reason forget the noble reason of our coming into being. For God and Country.’

    The paper has studiously been honest to its raison detre.

    The third, and most critical in this discourse is governor Kayode Fayemi. For me, writing about him, as regular readers of this column must know by now, is like eating eko with akara –two popular Yoruba foods.

    A few weeks ago on this page, I treated readers to the efforts of a highly concentrated mind, and his enormously committed team, in turning around the fortunes of a beleaguered state which, for nine cheerless years, was in the throes of some thoroughly vacuous PDP governments, one of which lasted all of one day. That article was in continuation of the series I called: ‘FAYEMI’S QUIET REVOLUTION IN EKITI’, a subject which the Leadership award has further confirmed. Ordinarily, one will expect most people to see and appreciate his yeoman’s efforts in transforming a once beleaguered state but we must be gamely enough to concede that some are so occluded they will deny the evidence of their very eyes. It is permitted. But for the honest and objective observer, it should be about the easiest thing to conclude that in two short years, Dr Fayemi has permanently changed the face of Ekiti. The Ekiti of his dreams, no doubt, remains a work in progress as no one man will ever be able to do it all.

    Dr Fayemi is a far cry from the types who will not only accept but will luxuriate in cheap awards, the kind being marketed around political office holders and which many are eager to sign up to. In contrast to those, the Leadership awards are very credible, the process of award transparent and the criteria independently verifiable. The cheer calibre of eminent Nigerians who graced the occasion is proof positive of how highly Nigerians rate the Leadership awards and that, in itself, should be enough to shut up busy bodies.

    In conclusion, and paraphrasing Hakeem Jamiu, ‘the governor’s Senior Special Assistant on Research and Documentation, governor Fayemi was the first to sign into law, the Freedom of Information Bill, after it had been domesticated by the state House of Assembly, sign the bill against gender- based violence as well as the Social Security bill courtesy which Ekiti elderly citizens now receive N5, 000 monthly support. In spite of the state’s meagre resources , and a debt overhang of N42 billion from the immediate past administration, Fayemi has embarked on a massive transformation of the State through road construction, urban renewal, provision of pipe-borne water, streetlights, traffic lights and the general beautification of the state capital. He has done a lot to improve the quality of education and the administration is currently renovating 100 schools in the first phase of the Operation Renovate All Ekiti Schools. Health care delivery is in top shape with children and the elderly enjoying free health and old, moribund industries to which the last two regimes paid no regard are now being aggressively resuscitated just as agriculture and tourism are receiving appropriate attention’

    Need I say more?.

  • The lure for  Ghana Universities

    The lure for Ghana Universities

    The Chairman, Committee of Pro-Chancellors of Nigerian Universities, Dr Wale Babalakin, recently disclosed that no fewer than 75,000 Nigerian students are currently studying in three Ghanaian universities incurring a total of N160billion expenditure annually.

    In this report, The Nation Online reports on why Nigerian students are trooping to Ghana for university education.

    The obvious reason why many are opting for Ghana is the limited spaces available especially in public universities. Many applicants are unable to get admission even when they perform well in the Joint Admission and Matriculation Board examination and have to wait for years. It should bother us that Nigerians are spending so much to get university education not only in Ghana but in some other countries that don’t even have better resources.

    There is an urgent need to provide adequate budget for education to substantially meet the desire of Nigerians for quality university education at minimal cost.

    LACK OF ADMISSION OPPORTUNITIES IN NIGERIA

    With the large number of qualified students who are unable to get university admission in Nigeria, Ghanaian universities and others in neighbouring West African region have become major attractions. According to a Nigerian student studying in a Ghanaian university, “it’s not that Nigerians prefer Ghanaian Universities… it’s just that to gain admission into Ghanaian universities is relatively easier than our universities in Nigeria. Trying to get admission in Nigeria is like gambling, which is not the case in Ghana. If you are qualified and you can pay for it you will get admission.”

    In acknowledgement of the increasing number of Nigerians seeking admission in Ghana, President Goodluck Jonathan during a visit to the country said, “despite the number of federal, states’ and private universities in Nigeria, yet we do not have enough. So if Ghana can provide solid education for our people and other African countries they should do it.”

    UNINTERRUPTED ACADEMIC CALENDAR

    Regular disruption of academic calendar due to frequent strikes by both academic and non-academic staff of Nigerian Universities has necessitated students spending more years than expected for various courses. In Ghana, it is reported that there is hardly cases of strikes in Universities making it possible for students to graduate on schedule. The academic session is said to be stable and predictable.

    BETTER PERCEPTION OF GHANA’S EDUCATION SYSTEM

    Despite having more universities with acclaimed academicians and professionals home and abroad, the Ghanaian educational system is still perceived to be better than that of Nigeria globally. The rising image of Ghana as a stable democracy has obviously rubbed off on the rating of its educational institutions whose certificates are said to be well respected globally. For some Nigerians, studying in Ghana is like studying abroad and getting an international certificate which can enhance their chances for post graduate studies and job search.

    Nigerian students interviewed were divided on the question of the standard offered by Ghanaian universities compared with that of Nigeria. Some said the standard is the same while others noted the Ghanaian lecturers are more thorough in their teaching and the curriculum is more diverse.

    COST IS NOT A FACTOR

    Except for a few top range private universities in Nigeria, it is comparatively more expensive to study in Ghana. The average tuition fee for private universities in Ghana attended by majority of the Nigerian students in the country is put at about $2500, while international students pay much higher in public universities. Many parents are ready to pay the high cost as long as their children can get the admission and quality education.

    Culled from www.staging.thenationonlineng.net

     

  • So, madness is good for you, eh?

    So, madness is good for you, eh?

    The moral of this story is that men ought always to go more in search of madness than money

    Oh, for the days of great passion! No, not the type that makes your breast heave in rapturous wonder at the creation standing before you. I’m thinking more of the type that makes men to go out in search of great discoveries for the benefit of mankind. I’m thinking, for example, of scientists who offered not just their time but their bodies for science out of passion for the job. Take Humphrey Davy for instance. (No, please, don’t admire my science savvy; I got it off the internet.) He was said to have sometimes performed all kinds of experiments with nitrous oxide (or laughing gas) on himself, his pets, his friends and his friends’ friends just to get to the answer he was looking for. Ho, ho, my friend, all I can say is that I’m glad I was not his friend, for with friends like that, you don’t need enemies.

    I bet you there are many husbands conducting unrecorded, unacknowledged experiments on their wives right now. When half of the month’s salary has gone on engaging activities like the pool or the bar, then out will come the test tubes, beakers, tripods and the pronouncements. ‘Listen, Mama Bisi, we have to tighten our belts this month. Our employer has cut our salaries into two this month.’ He then watches for her response to determine whether to cave in and simply hand over his life (you know, as in, ‘Your money or your life’ and you say ‘My life’) or whether he will get away with it. For response, there may be no response. Mama Bisi may just tighten her mouth in determination: there is time to conduct her own experiment in the market.

    Finding a need to somehow provide herself with the required intimate articles, she wonders aloud if she may not just cream a little off the top of the housekeeping, as they say, and see what effect it would have on the family. Whoever used to eat ice cream may find himself/herself eating a finger of banana and whoever used to eat two pieces of meat may have to make do with one. I’m not sure but I think it is on that last note that the various experiments may break down and substitutions may become restitutions – gambling given up for articles. Don’t you just love this free market economy where everyone goes home happy?

    Anyway, back to our scientists. You have just got to admire their sense of total commitment to the cause which, you’re quite sure, can only be propelled by madness. What else but madness would prompt a man like Davy to go in search of tuberculosis by inhaling carbon monoxide to his heart’s content just to be able to find a cure for it? If my dressmaker were to be as committed as he was, believe me, I would be better dressed and all those love letters I am getting now would probably double. Or, if my housekeeping allowance were to be doubled, I would take the house to greater heights. There, I digress again. Commitment means totally giving over one’s mind to a cause in a way that can raise suspicion in others. I would imagine that friends of Davy or Joseph Priestly would be mightily suspicious of them and would only associate with them if they needed their services, such as when they had to go through surgery. But there cannot be any doubt that their efforts resulted in something that benefits mankind today. Now, people need not go through amputations again without anaesthesia, unlike before when they had only a bottle of whiskey between them and the surgeon’s blade, although I can hear a few people mumbling, ‘I’ll pick that bottle any day.’

    That is the problem. Many of us Nigerians, including me, are choosing too many easy ways over trying to create something beneficial to mankind. Many of us have only one vision – a picture of Aso Rock – and we can be heard mumbling in our sleep: ‘Just help me get into Aso Rock.’ All of us, to a man, have lost our ability to pursue our dreams with the required zeal and necessary passion. Too many of us are pursuing either money (ask our politicians) or our enemies (ask our religious zealots), even if those enemies reside right inside us. And so, we go on living with our potentials untapped, unexplored, unexcavated, and mankind waiting for us.

    You see, for dreams to rise to the surface, one needs a good measure of madness, without which nothing can be achieved. The madness will take you through days of hunger, poverty, deprivation and any other effects your tests may wish to visit on your little body. This madness will also mean a great deal of aloneness, aloofness and total lock-in. Finally, the madness we are talking about will mean a readiness to burn down the house. I guess this is difficult to achieve in Nigeria.

    Well, to begin with, there are your relations. I believe the major problem Nigerians have is this inability to divorce themselves from their relations. This is why, come every weekend, caps and geles are criss-crossing the country to attend ‘a relative’s’ burial or marriage ceremony. Then, there is, of course, the most important relation to you who would refuse, on point of death, to allow you burn down the house because you are conducting one ‘yeye’ experiment. If you persist, she would simply go to the village, ferry in your eldest, dying relatives to come and convince you to see the error of your ways. And, of course, if you insist on going on with your mad desire to discover something beneficial to mankind, your relatives may cease all arguments with you. You would just wake up one morning in Aro Hospital to find that you have been wrapped and parcelled there in the dead of night while you were sleeping.

    So, this madness thing is difficult in Nigeria, but not impossible. First, select your dream. Scroll down the road of your mind and pick that activity you love doing which brings that special joy to you and benefit to mankind. Please note that adding more people into this already over-populated world hardly counts as beneficial. Painting, experimenting to invent, writing, or just making things like radios, TV sets, computers are more acceptable. No wait, those have been discovered. So, go find your own article to invent. Then, assemble your materials as cheaply as possible. Note that expensive materials cannot be discarded in times of failure without you bursting into tears. Now, select a quiet spot around you where you can carry out your experiment in peace. Lastly, gently persuade your spouse or parent that you are full of good intentions, you only want to discover something beneficial to mankind, and no, you hope the house will not burn down.

    I do agree with you; the government’s yo-yo economic policies are right now not very favourable to us all. Nevertheless, we can still do a great deal in spite of it. Let the government carry on with its unseriousness, let the citizens carry on with their own seriousness; and one day, with a great deal of luck, the serious citizens will leave the unserious government behind.

    The moral of this story is that men ought always to go more in search of madness than money. Just listen. When you have madness, you will be pushed beyond the point of endurance to go chasing your dream that leaves humanity a little better than before and men will remember you always for your efforts. Today, we credit and remember Priestly and Davy for what they did for mankind, not for how rich they managed to get through access to government coffers. No one remembers such.

  • The joy of listening

    The joy of listening

    It is good to revisit the national awards and suspend the N5,000 note

     

    Being so wonderfully made, the human body hosts a pair of ears, one hanging on either side of the head. But just one mouth is enough, judged the maker. There are also two eyes.

    The reason is simple and well known. We should hear better, see more and speak less. But the world is full of men and women who break this divine order. Relationships have been destroyed because of scanty information picked up by the ear. Marriages have crashed beyond repair owing to what was not properly heard or what was stubbornly shut out of the ear. International relationships have suffered the same fate for pretty much the same reason. The ambition of Mitt Romney, the United States Republican presidential candidate, for instance, may well go up in smoke, thanks, partly, to what he heard or chose to hear about his rival, President Barack Obama. A country’s leadership has been alienated because leaders refused to listen to their longsuffering people.

    To the grief of Nigerians, their progress has, for decades, been frozen by the insensitivity of their leaders. Many have come and gone, leaving little more than horror in the memory of the people they so brazenly disdained and overlooked. They never listened when their spoke. They did nothing when their people shouted.

    Two developments suggest, however, that the insensitivity ice may have begun to thaw. Consider the national honours recently awarded a large number of Nigerians and friends of Nigeria. Nigerians across the board poured out their criticism of the exercise, not because there were no worthy recipients but rather because the standards have been so distressingly lowered that we can no longer tell the hero from the villain, the hard-worker from the slothful, or friend of the country from its foe.

    The awards went on as planned but President Goodluck Jonathan has, thankfully, said unworthy awardees will have their honours recovered and that a committee will screen recipients and ascertain their bona fides or otherwise. Many see this as bowing to the people’s wish. I see it as listening to the people to whom it is often said power belongs. Among recipients of the honours were our victorious physically challenged athletes fresh from London with Paralympian medals. The striking thing about this is the fact that the athletes were not originally on the honours list, a fact that many criticised before the awards.

    You would be justified to ask why the honoured were not first screened to select the worthy among them and cast aside those with dodgy profiles. Nonetheless, setting up the vetting committee is a good move. It represents a start. We can hope, though, that the committee will indeed do its work, pencil down awardees with unprincipled backgrounds and hand the list to the President. What next? The Presidency should chalk up the courage to ask the unworthy awardees to step forward and hand over their unmerited medals. That is the right thing to do. It may not look like the tidiest thing but in the circumstances, it is a good way to begin to correct a messy national pastime, and credit, I believe, will go the commander-in-chief. It is in the same way that he will get plaudits for including sports heroes and heroines living with disability. I see it as moving forward even if the fuel of propulsion is supplied by those labelled critics, those who sought to be heard for the right reasons.

    The second indication that leadership insensitivity may be giving way is the reported presidential directive that the N5,000 naira note matter be put on hold. Ever since Central Bank Governor Mallam Lamido Sanusi made public his intention to introduce the jumbo currency at the dizzying printing cost of N40b, Nigerians of all stripes have not ceased to condemn it. Some feared it will trigger inflation. Not necessarily, said a few of those we call economists who should know. Then the fear was also expressed that the proposed heavyweight note will simply help our traditional treasury looters and the corrupt to do what they do better. But neither Sanusi nor the government has dismissed this fear. Nor has the CBN chief nor the government convincingly explained the imperatives of the N5,000 note, anyway. Will the economy crash without it? Will the naira gain any weight with its introduction? Will it bring jobs? What inspired the idea? For as long as it lasted, the matter further distracted the country and its people.

    Now, the President’s directive will calm nerves, another pointer to a new direction. Still, there is something to ponder. One report said the suspension was to enable Sanusi to carry out enough publicity on the new note. That will be unhelpful. I hope the word suspension, in this case, is only an official expression for termination or dead and buried, as one newspaper put it.

    If that is the case, it will indicate that the people have a voice and can indeed be heard when they speak. If we are stepping into a new era of healthy national awards, it points to a new Nigeria where leaders and those they lead are not necessarily always at loggerheads. It is inspiring and productive for both parties. That is the joy of listening to the people.

     

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