Category: Tatalo Alamu

  • And now the Anambra formula?

    And now the Anambra formula?

    Something new and innovatively daring seems to be in the offing in the old east. The old Imo Formula was an economic regimen straight out of the manual of malnutrition as perfected by the old Bretton Woods institutions. It recommended excruciating belt tightening for the poor and economically disadvantaged while not having the courage to recommend same to the privileged and well-heeled.

    That was almost forty years ago and the young Charles Chukwuma Soludo was still an exceptionally promising undergraduate student of Economics at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. But with the installation of Soludo as the governor of Anambra State last week, a brand new formula more sterling and stirring than the Imo formula seems to be astir. Soludo has hit the ground running, and in such a fetching, business-like and admirable manner too.

    It has all been hoopla and much jubilation all over the state. With his stentorian baritone and the subdued fury of an Old Testament prophet, Soludo cut the figure of an avenging redeemer. This columnist has never been a fan of Soludo’s IMF and World Bank-inspired monetarist technocracy which has been particularly injurious to developing countries.

    Its insistence on rolling back state intervention, the removal of subsidies and the abolition of protectionist tariff as well as state hand out to the poor and needy are nothing but economic poison pills rammed through the throat of poor nations . Let those who cannot work not eat. And those whose parents cannot afford the fees let them not go to school. As it has been shown, this is a recipe for social upheaval and calamitous revolt.

    In fairness to Soludo, the monetarist dogma was the hegemonic doctrine in his graduate and undergraduate years, the Chicago School of monetarism having won a titanic struggle against Keynesian economics. It was not unusual to find its snooty zealots dismissing old Keynesians as mere economic illiterates. Led by the impressively cerebral Milton Friedman, who was arguably the greatest economic theoretician of the late twentieth century, monetarism carried all before it.

    But it does appear that in the best Hegelian tradition a new consensus is emerging which walks back some of the monetarist certitudes of old by taking on board minutely discriminated data about global inequality and the specific internal logic of metropolitan conspiracy against developing and non-western countries.

    This is how human societies evolve and develop from the clash of countervailing orthodoxies. Soludo would have had plenty of time to unlearn what he has learnt and to reflect on the possibility of an indigenous model of economic development for Nigeria in particular and African nations in general. He appears mentally and intellectually equipped to do so.

    Several things warm the heart about Soludo’s emergence from the bitter trenches of protracted political warfare and his landmark inauguration in Akwa last Thursday. First was his summary dispensation with prodigal frivolities and obscene display of wealth and opulence. It was a short and impressive ceremony without any gaudy frills or meretricious inanities so beloved of the regular political class.

    Second was his widely referenced speech which spoke to what he calls “the peculiar structure” which has impacted on sub-national administrations in the country. This was a barely oblique reference to the structural abnormalities that have weighed heavily on political and economic development in the country and the source of an epic gridlock for its constituting nationalities.

    Finally Soludo began walking his talk by unveiling a brand new INNOSON SUV as his official vehicle. This is the way to go. All sane and rational countries protect their local industry, particularly the vehicle manufacturing industry, by offering generous incentives, rebates, protectionist tariffs and massive patronage.

    When Pandit Nehru was confronted with the problems of producing an indigenous car, he told his compatriots that if they could not build their own vehicles, let everybody trek. The Chinese, the South Koreans and the doughty and hardy Vietnamese leadership adopted the same draconian measures to instil in their people the virtues of discipline and self-reliance.

    But there is some architecture in the ruins. In its nationalist phase, the Murtala-Obasanjo government was going in that direction with its national food sufficiency programme and adoption of locally assembled vehicles. The heart of the bureaucracy was not in it and as soon as the civilian government took over, the whole thing was jettisoned. A particular brand of Mercedes Benz became the norm. By the time Obasanjo himself returned as civilian president, a sybaritic self-indulgence had overtaken the landscape.

    As Chinua Achebe will put it, it is morning yet on creation day in Anambra state.

  • The executioner’s song for APC

    The executioner’s song for APC

    Like an animal that has been in deep hibernation, the APC often wakes from its metabolic depression and general abdication of governance to frenetic, breakneck hyperactivity only to lapse into slumberous repose once again.

    But there are times when the elements simply refuse to cooperate in defiance of the established laws of nature. A return to torpor is summarily ruled out. The hibernator in question must get on with it. Work is aplenty, and this is not to talk of unrest and widespread acrimony in the larger society. In order to maintain the illusionist fantasia, the factory of suspense and suspensions has to be kept working overtime.

    The APC is like a smoke-filled, blood-splattered boardroom chamber after the last power mafia had been cleared out by force and by fire. The wailing of the mortally wounded and the weak moaning from the dying could still be heard in the distance. The odour of gore and smoking gunpowder pervades and persists.

    The thunderous noise of artillery could still be heard in the background, suggesting unfinished business. The political remains of the men and women of power and substance who fell in the last uprising are being interred in the nearby Cemetery of Patriots. Curiously, a surviving parrot in the ante chamber is running a damning and subversive commentary on the men and women of timber and calibre.

    It appears that the principal executioner, or Baba Mai Dumbu, is still very much around and alive despite exaggerated reports indicating otherwise. He may not be on top of actual governance, but those who accuse him of soporific lethargy or who believe that his indecision is final do not seem to appreciate that faking inactivity or even near death catalepsy is an old military ploy. Let us just say that Baba Mai Dumbu is a past master of the game.

    The explosions rocking APC are like a cascading coup within an even bigger putsch incorporating the party convention and the actual presidential election itself, unless a superior force intervenes. Those who are not fit for purpose or are deemed surplus to requirement will be summarily defenestrated, never to be heard from in a long time. Political dirges will rent the air extolling the virtues of the faithful and asking their creator to grant them eternal repose.

    It should be obvious by now that despite the appalling casualties and the collateral damage to the health of the nation and the whole notion of progressive politics, the civil war in the APC is set to continue. It is not a war amenable to compromise, consensus or conciliation. It is a duel unto death among hostile combatants with ruptured commonality. The modus operandi is political assassination and God marches on the side of the bigger battalions.

    Despite the gore-filled boardroom floor with banana peels at every conceivable point, the new APC chairman might do very well. His not being a professional soldier notwithstanding, he must have taken some lessons from his father, Col Sani Bello, an old military governor of Kano State and former colleague of the incumbent head of state. The reticent and self-effacing elder Bello later made a seamless transition into the world of high-wire business deals and commerce upon retirement.

    As for the outgone and outgunned former acting chairman,  Mala Mai Buni and John Akpanudoedehe, the equally feckless and heedless secretary, they have had it coming for a long time. It was clear to all who could read the game that restless opportunism, immoderate ambition combined with sheer political obtuseness will push them in the direction of reckless self-help which must end in political annihilation.

    For most of the time they chose to punch above their real weight, finally convincing themselves that they are invincible political heavyweights when they couldn’t even fight their way out of a paper bag. The real political heavyweights do not fight preliminary skirmishes with heavy artillery, preferring to lure their opponents into a false sense of strength and security until the sledgehammer descends.

    Despite his quiet mien and reticent airs, Mai Buni’s conduct has been particularly repugnant and unworthy even in the zero-sum game of Nigerian politics. He was neither there to ameliorate his party’s image problem. Nor was he there to advance the cause of genuine democracy. Having virtually abandoned his constitutional duty as a serving governor, he was no longer distinguishable from an Abuja-based political huckster.

    Akpanudoedehe was openly gaming to succeed the incumbent governor of his state while Mai Buni was said to have busied himself with securing an injunction to scupper his party’s convention and the very last chance of democratically electing its flag bearer in the coming presidential polls. With the nuclear bomb in his pocket, the Yobe state governor promptly disappeared into the bowels of sybaritic pleasure in Dubai to rendezvous with his latest wife while waiting for the appointed hour.

    It was there in the paradise of torrid splendour that superior machinations met the flustered and self-deluded major domo while rehearsing his latest plot of party subversion. In the case of Akpanudoedehe, he had sealed his own fate by walking out on the new power supremoes before realising that the ground had actually shifted under him. His attempt to walk back his earlier rebellion was met with a stiff rebuff. The duo have been taught a memorable lesson in power play.

    It is party politics as compelling movie. As we write, INEC has just put in the heavy boot even as APC objects. This column has averred many times that there has always been something surreal and intensely captivating about post-independence politics in Nigeria, particularly its post-military variety. It is a moveable feast of suspense and surprises; a cinematography of horror and intrigues in equal parts.

    If this feels straight out of The Godfather, the film adaptation of Mario Puzo’s timeless classic, there is also a lot about it that recalls Norman Mailer’s The Executioner’s Song, a real life dramatization of the murderous exploits of a criminal and chronic offender who simply reverted to a life of crime and murder on being let off the hook by the state after a nation-wide campaign spearheaded by the great author himself.

    Once criminality appears to be wired to the DNA, there is no point in bothering about restitution or correctional possibility. Unrepentant to the last moment on earth, Gary Gilmore famously fell to the executioner’s bullet cooing, “let’s do it!”

    This is a gripping metaphor for the political class and the poverty of party formation in post-independence Nigeria. From what we are witnessing on a daily basis, and despite all the nonsensical babbling from those who put us in this mess, it is obvious that the poverty of politics has accelerated in post-military Nigeria, particularly in the last twenty years or so.

    Once criminality and political delinquency are part of the genes of a dominant group, no amount of structural, systemic or institutional makeover can correct the anomaly until there is a collision of antagonistic forces which may lead to a higher reordering of human affairs through character remoulding.

    It must be particularly galling to a lot of Nigerians that a party which proclaimed itself as a vehicle for change and national reformation cannot even get its own act together; not to talk of rolling up its sleeves to confront the rot threatening to overwhelm the entire nation. So critical and desperate has the situation become that it is no longer possible to proclaim oneself as a progressive without casting anxious and furtive glances across the shoulder.

    Yet it has not always been like this. Despite the ruinous advent of the military in politics, progressive activism flourished in Nigeria after Obafemi Awolowo’s stellar performance in actual governance and his incandescent integrity out of it. It blossomed during the epic struggle to retire the military to the barracks.

    Looking on from his grave thirty five years after he shed mortal remains for immortality, Awolowo would have struggled to acknowledge the claims of most of those who parade themselves as the heirs of his political tradition. Factoring into the equation the imperative of changing times and the necessity for evolving strategy, something still does not add up.

    But despite not being able to make a significant dent on the nation’s problems, it will be unfair to cast the APC as the major villain in the national demonology. What we are dealing with may not be a  party problem but a national problem rooted in institutional failure. As we have said in this column in the not too recent past, the progressive devaluation of politics leads to a gradual emasculation of progressive politics in particular.

    This is the price we have to pay for the ruinous years under the institutionalised despotism of the military/feudal complex in Nigeria. Under feudal and military despotism, the progressive forces suffer grievously indeed. This is because their strange doctrine of equality, egalitarianism and economic freedom for all strikes at the root of authoritarian rule and traditional hierarchy.

    The political persecution of the progressive tendency in Nigerian politics began under colonial rule, progressed with the First Republic, advanced through the Second Republic and finally reached its apogee with the annulment of the Abiola presidency in the aborted Third Republic. At the onset of the Fourth Republic, Obasanjo went after the progressive forces with maniacal fury and vengeance.

    In retrospect, It would appear that the driving leitmotif of the Owu-born general was the political annihilation of those who had persecuted and electorally humiliated him even in his own polling booth. Unfortunately, progressive leaders on all sides of the political divide appear complicit in facilitating the destruction of their own group either out of vengeance-seeking or sheer political naivety.

    By the time Obasanjo was leaving office, the AD had fractured so badly that it could no longer be regarded as a cohesive party. Given this background, we can now see why in the final analysis, the APC, or elements within it, as a self-advertised successor to a political tendency in grave historical crisis, is a victim of its own excessive rhetoric.

    They became sorry captives of tropes and verbal flourish going beyond actual content and of a political shaman becoming a victim of its own sorcery. The dominant faction of the new party simply allowed these elements to entertain themselves with progressive drivels knowing fully well when they will pull the plug once they succeeded in capturing power.

    As a conventional party in a semi-authoritarian post-military setup, there was no way the party could fulfil half of its promises without coming into terminal collision with forces of the status quo even within its own formation. It is a case of misplaced hope based on misbegotten expectation. The APC interpreted correctly the psychology of the Nigerian political crowd. The nation needed a bigger illusion to supplant the big illusion that was the PDP.

    APC is a coliseum of contending forces so politically incompatible and mutually antagonistic that it requires an aloof, authoritarian figure at the apex to beat and bully it into shape. Thrice in a lifetime that is still less than a decade, it has had to rely on political assassination to effect a change of chairmanship. The only valid and valuable take away from this is of a warring conglomeration that can only be forced to do the needful by a superior authority wielding maximum force.

    In the absence of shared political goals and a united vision of the country and its stellar possibilities, that superior authority itself will come under increasing peril as state largesse dwindles and hitherto manageable contradictions now become unwieldy and unmanageable.

    This is why the return of the executioner may not mean much in the long run. He may succeed in forcing a consensual arrangement on the party in the choice of its presidential candidate. But if he tries to railroad the entire country to file behind his choice, that is where hostile internal forces will erupt in contention spurred on by external factors. The executioner’s song may turn out to be a dirge for the unforeseen and an elegy for the avoidable.

  • Call me Monsieur Banchioc

    Call me Monsieur Banchioc

    And whilst we are still on the issue of how the unforeseen often collide with the avoidable in determining the course of human history, it is meet to report on certain developments amidst the deteriorating political and economic circumstances of the nation. Thunder has struck so many times in the same place that one has lost respect for that age-old aphorism.

    Last week as the price of diesel oil skyrocketed beyond the six hundred naira per litre threshold, among other indications of tearaway inflation, it was a seething and bleary-eyed snooper that took an early morning call from an august personage.

    It was Niyi Osundare, notable poet, columnist and public intellectual per excellence. What irks the literary cognoscenti so early in the morning? Surely it cannot be the escalating price of bread. At least breadfruit cake and cassava bread are plentiful in the interior. And fat snails are crawling all over the place.

    After bemoaning the terrible state of the country and the dire circumstances in which we have found ourselves, the conversation drifted to the Russian/Ukrainian conflict and the magnitude of western hypocrisy and double standards. What is interesting about it all is the rise of counterhegemonic knowledge production which will eventually swamp the authoritarian master-voice of the west in a plethora and plurality of countervailing voices.

    Not done with Nigeria yet, Osundare rounded on yours sincerely.

    “By the way where is Okon in all this?” the famed poet demanded.

    “He is on paternity leave, awaiting DNA test to determine his own paternity”, snooper responded tersely.

    “And what of Baba Lekki?” the poet crowed.

    “Ha, the last time that one was sighted, he was conducting a Beauty Pageant inside Kirikiri prison for inmates awaiting trial”, yours sincerely replied.

    “Ha, I see”, the poet responded in a voice tinged with heavy irony and sarcasm.

    That is the problem when colourful and unimaginable reality begins to trump outlandish fiction. There is no need to write fiction anymore because it is there with you in all its lived and living experience. When people can no longer separate fiction from reality, it is the people of imagination who are often among the worst casualty.

    This anecdote bears retelling. Honore de Balzac was a distinguished French novelist of the mid-nineteenth century. But he was also a consummate socialite and man about town. So colourful was the French society of his time that he believed there was no point in embellishing reality. Just put it down as it is. The writer is just a social secretary of his time. But the total immersion in literature and life can be a double-edged sword.

    On his deathbed when all attempts to save him proved abortive, Balzac began screaming for a particular doctor to come and rescue him. “Call me Banchioc. Only Banchioc can save me now!!”, he screamed. But there was a snag. Banchioc was a doctor alright, but he was not a living doctor. He was one of Balzac’s greatest fictional characters. In the end the great author was a victim of his own fictional fantasy.  As we write this, the magical Okon Alapandede appears on a local television chairing the NEC of his own version and faction of APC. Please pass the palm wine.

  • Empire games

    Empire games

    As the implacable Russian military machine subjects Ukraine and its heroic defenders to a slow-motion high-tech lynching, the world is benumbed by the magnitude of the humanitarian catastrophe unfolding. The carnage has been horrific and the destruction of infrastructure heart wrenching. Never would the civilized world have imagined that this kind of urban horror was possible after the cold war.

    But it can get worse that is if Russia is forced by sheer economic strangulation or panicked by the unanticipated defiance of the Ukrainians buoyed by military support by their western allies to reach for the ultimate weapon of mass destruction. Over the years, the Russian leader has demonstrated a chilling daredevilry and coldblooded ruthlessness that nothing can be put beyond him.

    The world has never been closer to a nuclear Armageddon than this. If Putin loses his mental balance, there is every possibility he might do something desperate and unusual. The changing nature of global order has been brought forcibly to the front burner by events unfolding in Ukraine. Once again, history is reminding us that it does not progress in a straightforward manner, but in a haphazard and contradictory way.

    On the one hand, we can say for sure that the old empire is gone and buried forever.  Yet on the other hand, it can also be seen that notions of empire in different manifestations exist in the political imaginary or subliminal consciousness of the major world powers.

    While America for the past three hundred years has acted like an empire in denial even while maintaining far-flung protectorates all over the globe, Russia has retained an emotional attachment and identification with its former satellites beyond the call of ordinary duty. Yet it will be awful to condemn the Russians without first hearing them out.

    It is a case of loving your former slave to death.  With particular reference to the strategic and mineral-rich Ukraine, its old master will not even allow it to act in its own established national interests unless they tally with the larger empire interests. If they try it, they must be swiftly brought to book before they endanger empire. In the case of America, the urge to further incapacitate and even finish off the old Russian bear has never been more pressing.

    In America’s subconscious, Russia, even in its economically degraded state, represents the most potent global threat to America’s military domination and unipolar designs. The Americans nurse a secret fear of the Russian military machine. This is probably because the Russian army is a match for them when it comes to gung-ho daring and sheer fecklessness in battle.

    Unlike the Chinese who fight with uncanny mental subtlety combined with uncommon natural toughness and who believe with their greatest general that the best victory is the one won without a a single shot, the war-like ancient nobility of America and Russia share a bloodlust and a glorification of martial derring-do which probably hark back to a mutual Viking ancestry.

    This Russian high caste are to be distinguished from what the Germans dismiss and mercilessly caricature as the untermensch, or semi-barbarians, wild unreconstructed sub-humans from the Siberian steppes. This paradoxical consanguinity leads to a love-hate relationship.

    Vladimir Putin shares with the Russian nobility a deep distrust and abiding phobia for the west and its hypocrisies and corrupting values. Starting from the frenzied modernization—or westernization—program of Peter the Great which led to the creation of Petersburg from scratch, the Russian high class believe that whenever Russia apes the west unconscionably, it always leads to national disasters.

    Rapid and untrammelled industrialization in an essentially backward country led to factories where conditions were so  fetid and appalling that they spawned radicalized workers that became foot soldiers of two revolutions. Marxist rhetoric downloaded from Anglo-German Europe flourished powered by intellectual emigres like Lenin who himself was eventually spirited back into the country from Western Europe.

    It was only the brave and charismatic Empress Catherine who saw through the western ruse. A woman of unsurpassed mental acuity and formidable intellect, the gamey matriarch who overthrew her own husband in a savage putsch, had invited Diderot, the celebrated French philosopher and famous social disrupter, to impress on her the virtues of radical reforms, particularly the emancipation of slaves and serfs. But the great lady saw through the trap and quickly bundled the slightly unhinged philosopher back to Paris. This at least helped to stave off revolution for almost two centuries.

    Thus with a split identity, Russia struggled and managed. Ironically it was Soviet munitions and the rugged fighting spirit of Socialist Russia which helped the west to overpower Hitler’s Fascist machine. Then came what they consider the biggest catastrophe of their modern history. Ensnared by western cajolery and flattery, Mikhail Gorbachev let his guard down.

    The Soviet Union crumbled and splintered into its component parts. It led to an apocalyptic fiscal meltdown and the rise of corrupt oligarchs who fed on the misery of their own people. The lot fell on Putin to clear the mess and to restore Russia to some measure of stability and international respectability.

    But there is a sting at the end of the tail. Just as it is said that Stalin drove barbarism out of Russia through sheer barbarity, it will be said that Putin drove oligarchy out of Russian by creating his own oligarchs. Yet a sizeable portion of the Russian populace is willing to put up with Putin’s authoritarian rule and draconian cruelty as long as it restores Russian pride and glory.

    The equation may be changing. But this is where Putin is coming from. A coldblooded Slavic supremacist, the Russian leader has forgotten nothing and forgiven nothing. When Ukraine, a former prized satellite of the old Russian Empire, began to assert its independent cultural and political values, when it began to turn an affectionate gaze in the direction of the west and NATO in particular, it was like raising a red flag in the face of a distempered Russian bull.  Here they come again!!!

    Putin is having none of that. With NATO in his backyard, Putin feels totally disrobed and encircled by the hostile western powers. As far as he is concerned, this is a last-ditch battle to save his country and its civilization from being overwhelmed by the much-hated west. If all else fail, and if care is not taken, the Russian monomaniac despot may go under pulling the nuclear trigger.

    The civilized world is aghast and appalled. But when they bemoan the horrific carnage in Kyiv, the wanton brutality on the streets of Kharkov and the unremitting cruelty with which the Russians have put this beautiful country to sword, Putin taunts: Where were you when the Slavic Serbs were bombed into submission, or when Iraq was destroyed on flimsy grounds, when Libya was openly disembowelled and when Afghanistan was overwhelmed by sheer firepower?

    As many Ukrainian cities are reduced to rubble by Russian heavy-duty artillery and fierce aerial bombardment, it is becoming a dialogue of the deaf. Putin dreams of a return of the old Russian Empire. But this is not going to happen. You cannot step into the same river twice. The old Russian Empire is gone forever. The earlier Putin is made or persuaded to realize this, the better for everybody.

    The irony of it all is that history will record Putin as the person who signed the death warrant of the warm, friendly and affectionate relationship between these two Slavic nations through frustrated and miscalculated aggression. Once again, the Russians have been pushed into an “unforced error” by their western tormentors and it is the Americans and the EU nations looking like unlikely liberating heroes on the streets of Ukraine.

    After centuries of intermarriages and blood ties, the Ukrainians had come to regard the Russians as their own. But after the invasion, the public mood in Ukraine has shifted against Asiatic despotism and all that Russia represents. It will be militarily impossible from now to keep a bubbly and fiercely independent nation under the thraldom of a neighbouring Tsar.

    China, North Korea and Vietnam should be approached to nudge Russia back to the negotiating table. A war against a hostile people does not end with effective military occupation. It is merely the end of the beginning.

    Russia should take a cue from its signal and disorderly retreat from Afghanistan which unleashed a chain of events culminating in the dissolution of the Soviet Union itself. Putin should learn from the Chinese effective pacification of Hong Kong how to pursue national interest with strategic cunning and superior patience.

    In exchange for the immediate cessation of hostilities in Ukraine and the unilateral declaration of unconditional ceasefire, the strangulating economic blockade of Russia should be lifted forthwith. It is an economic crunch that will hurt Russian in the short run and everybody in the long run. Ukraine must be persuaded not to join NATO in the nearest future until the strategic and geopolitical implications are thrashed out.

    If this feels like the Cold War all over again, we must perish the thought. This one is much more than the Cold War and of greater global import. We appear to be on the cusp of great events; a possible reconfiguration of existing power relations. In a dramatic re-enactment of what is known as the cunning of history, the nation-state paradigm has come under its most potent threat from newer variants of its old empire-state progenitor.

    The Russia/ Ukraine conflict has put into sharp perspective the dire circumstances of indentured nations. They proliferate on the African continent. An indentured nation is one that is yet to achieve economic and political manumission despite flag independence. They are very vulnerable to the antics and reprisals of their former masters. More than sixty years after the onrush of decolonization only few African countries can boast of genuine sovereignty or organic nationhood.

    Unfortunately for them and without having consolidated the nation-state paradigm, they are being frogmarched to a new global order in all its immense geopolitical complexities. Either by direct involvement or through mercenary proxies, Russia is already deeply embedded in Sahelian Africa. And so is China in other regions. The old colonial powers never really left.

    An audit of the voting pattern among African countries at the recent UN resolution on Ukraine shows a continent bitterly divided with individual countries voting according to the body language of their new postcolonial masters. Almost a century and a half after the Berlin Conference, a more fearsome scramble for Africa may well be under way.

  • A flying Emir is subject

    A flying Emir is subject

    Oscar Wilde, the great Anglo-Irish dramatic genius and hell raiser, once had a bet with a group of friends that he could make an instant sentence out of any subject matter under the sun. Seeing a fatal trap wide open, one of his friends quickly proposed the king of England as a subject matter. But the brainy wit quickly retorted that the king is not a subject, thus fulfilling his contractual obligation while sidestepping the trap of royal blasphemy. The king is a sovereign and not a subject.

    Oh dear, oh dear!!! While pursuing the subject matter of empire games and the fate of indentured nations, the miscommunication between the court of the Emir of Kano and the management of Air Peace Inc. had degenerated into an unseemly spat with royal threats issued and hints of ominous reprisals to follow. We urge restraint on all sides and a constructive engagement which ought to lead to an amicable settlement.

    All over the world where the institution survives, traditional rulers are regarded as sacred personages; objects of popular veneration and adulation.  They are beneficiaries of royal privileges which go with their position as secular fathers of their people next only to the Gods they worship. In Africa where the institution not only survives but flourishes, traditional monarchs serve as an important bridgehead and holding device in the arduous transition from tradition to full modernity. Only acephalous anarchists dismiss this.

    Ever since he acceded to the throne of his illustrious forefathers in turbulent circumstances, his Royal Eminence, the Emir of Kano, has exhibited a calm forbearance and remarkable sangfroid, ever courteous and unfailingly polite with a royal mien that speaks volumes for superior breeding. This much was admitted by the spokesperson of Air Peace who described the emir as a perfect gentleman not known for troublemaking.

    But reverence for the traditional institution is one thing. Regard for modern aviation protocols is another thing entirely. To the best of our knowledge, the Kano monarch does not own an airline. Even if he does, he will still be bound by the strict regimen of flying. The emir is an educated and widely travelled person and he must not be seen to be interfering with modern aviation protocols.

    The spat was entirely avoidable. It all began when the plane carrying the emir and his royal entourage touched down in Lagos from Banjul a full hour behind schedule. The Air Peace connecting flight had already completed all protocols and was readying to go. Having failed to convince the Air Peace ground staff to delay the flight for the emir, a member of the entourage put a call through to the Chairman of Air Peace asking him to persuade his staff to delay the flight.

    According to Allen Onyeama, he managed to pick the call a second time at 5.58 am having been roused from sleep. But at that point, the aircraft was already in what is known as Irreversible Departure Mode. There was nothing even the owner could do, short of asking the take-off to be aborted with grave consequences and a PR disaster for the emir. It is curious and profoundly ironic that the person making the demand is said to be a professional pilot who ought to know better.

    Thereafter, all hell was let loose with the Kano palace demanding an apology from the Air Peace management for what it considers an unwarranted contumely and disregard for a much revered traditional stool. When the apology was tardy in coming, the equivalent of a royal fatwa followed with automatic alacrity, as they say.

    This is nothing but royal privileges and a sense of feudal entitlement gone gaga. It has no place in a modern nation-state. It is this sense of entitlement of the Nigerian elite that spelt terminal doom for the Nigerian Airways, the Shipping Line and the old Railways. It will be terribly counterproductive and a fatal embrace of the forces of retrogression if the otherwise revered emir allows himself to be cast in that light, particularly with regards to a private airline.

  • The sense of an ending

    The sense of an ending

    It long last, and after a nerve-wracking rigmarole, the ruling party has finally done the needful. Its ruling caucus has technically zoned its presidential ticket to the south. Nigeria’s legendary ability to pull back from the brink of disaster appears to be at play once again. This was the path of honour and national duty to toe all along. But it appears that some hardliners in the party were bent on testing the water and the grit of their southern competitors.

    Even then, it is not a done deal yet. It may well be a clever feint, a ruse and a bold opening gambit in a consuming and absorbing game of political chess. It is the politics of exhaustion, stupid. This is not a game for political neophytes and mandarin technocrats, unless they are fronting. It may well be a tactical manoeuvre to throw the ball back at the southern stalwarts in a technical ploy known among the wily Yoruba as let the monkey kill itself.

    Whatever it is, you must give it to Nasir el-Rufai, the fiery and feisty governor of Kaduna State. This column has not always been a fan of el-Rufai’s politics and occasionally intemperate outbursts. But in this one, he came across as a honest, scrupulous and fair-minded broker.

    In announcing the decision on behalf of his colleagues, the governor made the valid point that in an assemblage of people with different personalities, worldviews and clashing ambitions, there is bound to be differences of opinion. What is important is to harmonize these views in the greater party and national interest taking cognisance of the political reality on ground and the prevalent mood of the nation.

    Whether President Mohammadu Buhari goes ahead and do the needful by assenting to the bill on his table is now beside the point and utterly irrelevant. A consensus has emerged that under his watch, Nigeria is likely to fumble and wobble its way to an electoral denouement or an outright democratic debacle, if our legendary political luck does not hold.

    Before the APC ruling caucus decided to announce its zoning formula to the world, several untoward developments had cast a tragic pall over the nation. A few of them can be taken in no particular order. First was the decision to postpone the APC party congress for the umpteenth time. It does not show the workings of an organic political party bound together by the same ideological strand.

    On the contrary, it shows a besieged phalanx of desperate office seekers unable to organize and close to terminal implosion.  The original strength of the party is also its subsequent weakness. It was a chaotic ensemble of disparate and ideologically incompatible elements united by a single minded resolve to unseat the ruling PDP which had become an albatross weighing heavily on the neck of the nation.

    The new coalition succeeded brilliantly in its quest, probably beyond the imagination of its moving spirits. But as we are all discovering to our tragic peril, regicide is one thing, building a new order out of the debilitating debris of the old order and away from the chaos of hegemonic party collapse is another matter entirely. In fact, regicide is the easier task.

    The victory party was barely over when the apocalyptic fissures began to stare everybody in the face. In a sense, APC is a victim of its own instant success. The party never had the chance to organize its sinews and to congeal and coalesce around a set of defining parameters and precepts. Rather than embark on this quest for distinct identity, the party began a wholesale mopping up of renegade elements from the PDP as its operative procedure, as if it is humongous size that matters.

    A deluded chieftain of the party was known to have famously proclaimed that all sins are forgiven and forgotten once you join the APC.  Photo-ops were arranged with elements whose names carry the badge of opprobrium and obloquy. With that, efforts to sanitize the polity became dead on arrival while the half-hearted attempts to curb corruption became a sick joke.

    The de-civilizing effects of the politics of the Fourth Republic and the utter collapse of the moral and spiritual anchor of the nation are here for everybody to see. The nation is in the grip of an institutional meltdown. The police force has been taken to the cleaners.

    When a hitherto wildly venerated super cop turns out to be an armed robbery kingpin, the national shock and trauma can be better imagined. But when it is now discovered that the same cop, ostensibly under suspension, has been operating and flourishing as a major drug baron and kidnap kingpin, we wonder who will lift the current pall of darkness over the nation.

    That so far no resignation has been offered from the top police echelon and none has been demanded shows an administration completely overwhelmed by the millennial rot. This present darkness is all-pervading and all consuming. Before our very eyes, the nation is steadily regressing into the Stone Age.

    The discovery of locomotive cannibals preying on rail infrastructure and dismantling newly laid tracks for base profit motive shows a society on its last gap to modern barbarism. The stomach infrastructure that we have not taken care of will take care of the modern infrastructure we delude ourselves to be laying.

    A superstructure cannot survive on a false structure. General Buhari spoke too soon and superficially when he was said to have observed that but for the new rail line, people would have been trekking from Lagos to Ibadan. It is only a question of time before that fate overtakes the nation. By then, the general would have reunited with his cows in Daura in all its pristine serendipity.

    It is now important for the general from Daura to understand and appreciate that there is only so much a man can do given his limitations. No leader can overcome the debilitating constraints of personality and specific insertion into the historic process. The former infantry general has given his best. As the lame duck hour dawns, what the general should do is to develop an acute sense of an ending and begin to plan for a honourable exit from power.

    As we have noted once on this page and at a public forum, the general needs to constitute a committee of his trusted friends, aides and well- wishers. The first thing the committee should do is to take a frank audit of his failings in power and to undertake a serious evaluation of the failure of the Nigerian political class and its inability to modernize the country politically or economically.

    With the door of restructuring firmly shut in the face of its proponents, and with barely a year remaining before the descent of the twilight zone of inter-presidency, the general should refrain from any costly political gambit that could torpedo the whole nation. He has wisely pushed the subsidy Armageddon to his successors. If we manage to avoid a Venezuelan slide into fiscal chaos or Zimbabwean currency meltdown, the country has enough resources for a swift recovery, provided the current circumstances can throw up the right leadership.

    Perhaps we should take a cue from our former colonial masters. The Brits are past masters of this genre, with their sense of an ending honed to perfection. From the time of William Shakespeare, British public figures have learnt how to deal with the fickle and unpredictable masses. It has always been a tense cohabitation with aristocratic disdain and wariness a perfect foil for popular terror and the ill-will of the hoi polloi. Every politician prepares for the day when mere anarchy will be loosed upon the world.

    When Winston Churchill was asked why he was only responding in a rather tame and tepid manner to the wild cheering and swooning adulation of the people at a victory parade, the great British statesman responded that if he was being marched to the execution stakes, the same masses would be on hand to mock and denounce him. Shortly after leading his people to their greatest victory ever, Churchill was ousted from power.

    The sense of an ending requires a combination of tact, decency, honour, good humour and immense self-esteem. Such is the importance attached to this unwritten code of conduct in British politics and letters that Frank Kermode, a great literary critic of the last epoch, penned a classic collection of essays with the main title, The Sense of An Ending.

    Kermode had risen to literary stardom from a provincial and very unpromising background, having trained in a red brick university. But despite the subsequent critical acclaim, celebrity and a prestigious chair, the shy, diffident and urbane gentleman never forgot who he was or where he was coming from.

    In the no-nonsense cloak and dagger world of British politics, it often amounts to a fatal error of judgement for a politician not to read correctly where the wind of change is blowing. It is not an unusual sight to see a dethroned prime minister hurriedly evacuating No10 Downing Street through the backdoor as the triumphant victor swept through the front door.

    It was a very tearful and forlorn Margaret Thatcher that headed for Buckingham Palace to tender her resignation after being ousted by her own backbenchers in a typically British political assassination. Among the galaxy of political gladiators, the dour and ordinary-looking John Major was the least fancied to succeed her. Yet he trounced better credentialed opponents.

    Five years later and hours after the selfsame John Major was worsted by Tony Blair, he was sighted at the Oval Cricket grounds drinking  warm beer and munching fish and chips. But after winning three straight elections in a row Tony Blair himself was almost physically bundled out of Downing Street by his longsuffering successor who could no longer put up with his shiftiness and reluctance to honour a gentleman’s agreement about power-sharing. Gordon Brown, a fearsome Scot with a permanent scowl, was already prowling with intent.

    A sense of an ending requires a sense of history. From the evolution of human societies, it is strong institutions as handed down by strong people that always make the difference between order and chaos. Even angels cannot thrive or survive in a state of nature.

    Institutions are there to restrain corrupt and perverted individuals however strong or powerful. While Donald Trump was huffing and puffing about not leaving the White House, all he needed was a look around him to conclude that he would be bundled out like a common trespasser at the appointed hour.

    In the ethical chaos and institutional collapse of postcolonial Africa, rare is the leader with the sense of an ending buoyed by a deep immersion in history. The bulk of Nigeria’s post –independence leadership has been particularly remiss in this wise. They have demonstrated an appalling lack of judgement and a chronic inability to rule according to constitutional requirement even in a civilian setting.

    After famously reneging on his promise to return the country to civilian rule, the otherwise affable and urbane General Yakubu Gowon began to stall and stonewall until he was flushed out by his outraged colleagues. In his first coming, General Buhari could not even be bothered about any democratic programme. Having been thwarted in his bid for an unconstitutional third term, Obasanjo spent his remaining days in office embroiled in a fearsome power struggle with his estranged deputy which beclouded and sullied everything else.

    Sixteen years after and twenty three years into post-military civil rule, Nigeria is transiting to a fresh civilian regime amidst the context of widespread institutional anarchy and gross party mismanagement. Such is the fear and trembling combined with ethnic loathing and fearsome mutual distrust that not even the leading presidential candidates can show their full hand for fear of executive reprisal and official disincentives.

    The sense of an ending is abroad and apocalypse is on the horizon. We must summon the original spirit of our old founding fathers and their noble mantra of give and take. As we approach the last bend in a turbulent river, here is wishing the navigators the very best of luck and good fortune.

  • And now the Putin Pandemic?

    And now the Putin Pandemic?

    The world is barely out of one pandemic when another has struck. In the early hours of Thursday, the unexpected became the unavoidable as Russia launched a full scale military invasion of Ukraine pounding its principal cities from the land, sea and air. It was a fearsome onslaught honed to precision by years of relentless preparation.

    Despite the loss of empire, it is obvious that the Russian military machine remains as ferocious and conventionally impregnable as ever. All the western powers could do for now is to rail and rant in helpless fury. Vladimir Putin is a military gambler of the highest order and distinction. It is now obvious that the west misunderstood and underestimated the chilling resolve and capacity for punitively proactive strike by this former KGB apparatchik.

    After the Russian invasion, the entire post-cold war global order lies in tatters. It is the return of the repressed. It is a return match and the old Russian bear growls furiously again unnerving the west even as hordes of refugees litter the Donbas region. Putin says he wants to “demilitarize and de-nazify” the region as an act of enlightened self-protection. This is bound to resonate very well with the local Russian populace who still bear the institutional scars and horrific national memory of the Nazi invasion.

    In the epic battle of Stalingrad, over three million Russians perished defending their fatherland. Russia says, and rightly too, that it cannot afford to have a Ukraine as a NATO member and with its nuclear warheads beaming down its territory. In all fairness, it is akin to having Soviet nuclear warheads in Cuba. The handshake would be slipping beyond the elbow.

    The Ukrainians themselves are badly and bitterly divided. While a sizeable proportion favours cooperation with Russian on the grounds of old umbilical ties, many others are for western-style democracy away from the neo-Tsarist autocracy so beloved by Putin and his pan-Slavic acolytes. The ideological divisions do not make for national unity of purpose in the face Putin’s blitzkrieg.

    Putin is mute and immutable where it comes to western concerns and interests. The western powers have not taken time to understudy Putin and what drives his maniacal insistence and single- minded tenacity. Neither have they shown a deep immersion in Ukrainian history. For centuries, Ukraine has been an integral part of the old Russian Empire, treated like a Slavic province with organic ties of shared ethnicity and consanguinity to the Russian homeland. Nikita Khrushchev, a Soviet ruler of consequence, was a Ukrainian by birth. Stalin himself was originally from Georgia.

    The Russian ruler is a coldblooded Slavic supremacist who dreams of new Russian empire with himself as an absolute Tsar.  He has already built up a formidable foreign reserve and is not likely to be fazed or deterred by actual sanctions or threats of such. It begins to feel like the Cold War again. But let us get real. You cannot step into same river twice. It is a new global order staring us in the face. And it requires thinking out of the diplomatic red box.

  • The portents of post-military Nigeria

    The portents of post-military Nigeria

    The political horoscope of Nigeria is full of foreboding and unhappy tidings. With the old west rumbling with intent once again, those who have been asleep in the past fortnight can return to sound snoring. It is said after all that the heavens cannot fall on one individual alone.

       It is just as well, then, that we return to these labours this morning with world and country seemingly out of joint. As this column is wont to assert, you cannot plant cassava and expect to harvest yam tubers. In any case, a rotten fruit does not fall very far from its parent tree. There is nothing magical about liberal democracy as it is handed down by our western patrons. It is a function of unceasing practice and ceaseless self-surpassing.

     But there is a basic conundrum. You cannot procure democracy in a society where authoritarian impulses and illiberal passions run deep. Even in the west, pious fictions about democracy abound.  Our repeated failure to inaugurate a functioning and passable democracy is not a function of a genetic disorder but institutional failure. The west also cries. There is as yet no ideal democratic nation in the world. What is on ground is often different from what is on paper.

      While on holiday, avid readers of this column continued to badger the columnist with the query: in the light of current and contemporary global development, is the so called liberal democracy not overrated and overvalued? Of what use is a system of governance which brings misery and impoverishment to the greatest number, which allows the few elite to get away with blue murder even while proclaiming itself as the classic instance of people’s power and inviolable will? Is democracy synonymous with ordained mass suicide?

      While New Zealand under the leadership of the youthful Ms Jacinda Ardern and Australia to a lesser extent continue to shine as exemplars of civilized procedures and purposeful governance, a British postcolonial establishment nurtured on abject cronyism and what one of its leading columnists aptly described as a “chumocracy” appears set to unravel. In France and Canada, Macron and the younger Trudeau are fighting for their political life.

       These questions and queries about the continuing viability of liberal democracy are no longer restricted to beer parlours and pepper soup joint punditry.  They are beginning to find their way into the hallowed sanctuaries of western intellectual power-processing and many global think-tanks. In some learned instances, liberal democracy is dismissed as nothing but a glorified dystopia with habitants of many so called western societies living in appalling conditions and unspeakable human degradation.

      This past week in this newspaper, a former colleague and an intellectual of the highest calibre echoed these concerns about the failure of liberal democracy while referencing this columnist’s constant allusion to the selectorate in Nigeria. It is heart -warming to note that this phrase has found its way to the portals of online dictionaries.

        As the demise of the Roman Empire has taught the world, a great nation does not die from a single stab wound but from multiple injuries. Since they do not arise lightly but out of the womb of significant events, empires and great societies do not dissolve easily either. It took almost two centuries of unrelenting adversity to topple the Romans.

       Yet it is always possible to pinpoint when a nation’s highest possibility has been reached and when irreversible decline must set in. The Trumpian debacle, the Covid-19 malediction as well as the humiliating exit from Afghanistan, have showcased America’s drastic political, economic and military decline for the rest of the world. Never in the history of the modern world has a great superpower been made to eat such a humble military pie while watching a malign virus devastate its populace. There is something grimly biblical about it all.

        Now with a Russia resurgent with Slavic hyper-nationalism running rings around America and NATO in Ukraine and the Crimea, with the Chinese dragon threatening to put American economic nose out of joint, with the rogue North Korean leadership unwilling to submit to any western tutorial about national self-interest, and with a fiercely independent India asserting itself through an almost hysterical Hindu revanchism, a new global order is taking shape right before us.

    Elsewhere in what is known as the Third World, the situation is even more depressing and uniformly unoptimistic as the denizens of several Latin American countries appear to have completely lost faith in the colonial cartography that produced nation-states.  Hunger and privation have forced many to abscond from their ancestral homestead in an epic migration which makes the biblical exodus look like a child’s play.

       As usual, Africa appears to be the worst hit with several decades of post-independence rule producing neither passable economic development nor the genuine liberalization of the political space. There are very few honourable exceptions to this continental logjam of hybrid autocracy. While paying lip service to the virtues of liberal democracy, most African rulers behave like tribal tin  gods, often changing the rules of the game at will or shifting the goal posts at their whim and caprice. When all else fail, they resort to egregious rigging to have their way.

       Most of the time they get away with this desecration of the will of the people either through the docility of the supine and superstitious masses or through the complicity of the civilized world which tends to look the other way rather than open a Pandora Box of civil wars and primitive genocide. When these authoritarian leaders are stopped in their track, it is either due to countervailing mobilization or superior military force or a combination.

       This combination of fragile nationality and fraught democracy is perhaps the most injurious legacy of western imperialism to postcolonial Africa. It is like trying to wake from a nightmare only to find yourself sinking deeper in the horrendous quagmire. Like a bad dream, the men on horseback are gradually returning to the centre stage. But rather than being stoned or pelted with sachet water, they are being welcomed as heroes and garlanded as avatars of political restitution.

       In the past eighteen months several military interventions have smashed the political process in many African countries. In Chad upon the death of Idris Deby, the military hierarchy terminated a process of democratisation that was well underway to install his son, a three-star general. There have been aborted military uprising in Niger and last week in the narco-state of Guinea Bissau. In Guinea, Mali and Burkina Faso military rule has returned with vengeance.

       The spectre of re-militarization has begun to haunt the entire continent. As was alluded to at the beginning of this essay, a substantial segment of the continent’s political and intellectual elite has begun to raise posers about the efficacy of liberal democracy and even its desirability as a panacea for the continent’s crisis of political and economic underdevelopment.

      What Chief Augustus Meredith Adisa Akinloye famously described as the other party in the struggle for political supremacy is beginning to gain considerable traction. A democratic audit of the beleaguered continent shows that even where the military are not directly in charge, they are responsible for installing civilian regimes and for superintending their overpowering presence. Zimbabwe, Mozambique, the Democratic Republic of Congo and Guinea Bissau, the old Portuguese plantation, come to mind.

      As usual, it is in Nigeria, the biggest and most populous Black nation on earth, that the factors driving this continental slide towards the delegitimization of politics and the democratic process assume their most interesting and perplexing dimensions. Twenty two years after the departure of the military, the nation continues to fumble and wobble its way towards some passable form of democratic rule.

      But if there is any broad agreement among the nation’s fractious and contentious political elite about the true worth of post-military rule, it is that the meddlesome soldiers have at least been confined to their barracks. Even here, loud murmurs of disapprobation are beginning to be heard everywhere in the country. What purpose is a so-called democracy that does not bring food to the table or security to the nation?

      The reasons for this rising tide of national disaffection and disillusionment are not far-fetched. If the truth must be told, the past six years have been a trying period for most Nigerians, what with escalating insecurity which has brought domestic and political terror to every sector of the nation, the virtual collapse of the economy which has turned the nation to a global poster child of poverty, the rise of ritualized poverty and its Stone Age bestiality and the polarization of the nation along regional, ethnic and religious lines in a way nobody has thought was possible up till now.

    With a posse of criminalized state actors and a police force that is beginning to look like an alternative armed robbery cartel, it feels like a perfect storm for Nigeria. Trapped in its cocoon of ineptitude and incompetence, the government appears to have thrown up its hands and given up completely.

       Increasingly lame duck and stripped of his mantra of holiness and piety, the president has taken up futile photo-ops abroad. Nobody is impressed. When a government still has about eighteen months to go and it is already written off by many compatriots including its own original core supporters, a dangerous void appears in the horizon.

      It was not like this when it all began six and a half years ago. There was a glorious feel in the air. It was like a dawn of probity and national accountability. Brilliantly captured by Femi Adesina, the then newly appointed Press Secretary, it appeared as if a new sheriff was truly in town. Many were those who were willing to trade General Buhari’s insistent provinciality and primordial instincts for his steely reputation for integrity and astringent incorruptibility.

       Unfortunately, it has turned out a damp squib and with colossal collateral damage, too. There were many who thought that the teaming up between the dominant segment of the progressive and libertarian old west and the new hegemonic arrow-heads of the conservative north would lead to a harmonization of vision about the state of the country and its future direction.

       This was not to be. Buoyed by General Buhari’s anti-democratic populism, his inability to conceive the modern nation as an organic community of equal stakeholders and exploiting some fatal chinks in the ideological armour of the progressives, the hegemonic party in the coalition simply steamrolled the other legacy parties turning them into mere office seekers and cheerleaders rather than political warriors of a new order. It has turned out that many of those parading themselves as progressives are mere moles in the tendency, mercantile reptiles looking for the next meal.

      But there is a stiff price to pay for this betrayal of the people’s trust which always makes one to wonder at the political intelligence of these soulless smart-alecks. The conservatives have little to lose. They know the price of everything but the sum total of nothing, hence all is well.  It is those who parade themselves as bearers of a new vision of an egalitarian and progressive society who have gone rogue that have everything to lose.

       Here is the trap. The devaluation of politics such as we have witnessed in this Fourth Republic leads to a progressive emasculation of alternative visions of the country. In such circumstances it is progressive politics that is harder hit. It will be an irony of momentous proportions if the attempt to link up with the north eventuates in the complete demolition of the progressive platform.

       This is why events unfolding in the old west should sufficiently exercise the mind of all remaining patriotic stakeholders. It always starts like this with the west combusting with fratricidal bloodletting which then sucks in and mops up the rest of the country. The fractious and tempestuous children of Oduduwa are at it again, tearing at each other like killer ants in a roiling cauldron. The political prompters and remote controllers as usual are wearing an unaffected grin and a mocking grimace. But as it happened before, it is the devil that will have the last smile.

       It is important for the extant traditional and religious institutions in Yorubaland to broker a truce and call on the political gladiators to sheath their swords. There are weighty and murky allegations from all sides. There is evidence of abhorrent nepotism and misdirected preferment which signpost a Yoruba relapse into full feudalism as it makes its way down south via political contagion.

      This development should be of great interest to future historians and political scientists investigating the debacle of the Fourth Republic. It is akin to a seed falling on hard soil. There is a mismatch of political habitat and a clash of countervailing cultures.

      Despite their own feudal history, the Yoruba people have managed to evolve a measure of meritocratic norms which extends to their choices of traditional rulership. This has been buoyed by seventy years of the crusade for free education pioneered by the old Action Group. It is a political consciousness which cannot be summarily abolished or suborned by whimsical fealty.

      This is probably why there is growing resistance and open rebellion all over the place. A political party defines itself and refines its ideological modus operandi through constant debates, internal intellectual dialogue, a healthy harmonization of contending views and unending consultation with all stakeholders.

     This was the case up till the Second Republic. It is now obvious that the two dominant parties have been deprived of this organic nourishment to a point that there is a consensus that they are two sides of the same coin. It is a particularly cruel denouement for a nation groping in the catacombs of political and economic underdevelopment.

    It is noteworthy that while all the spat in Action Group was going on, not for once did the much-maligned  Samuel Ladoke Akintola subject Chief Obafemi Awolowo to unworthy public scurrility,  obscene denunciation and crude castigation. This was because their quarrel was based on differences of strategy and ideological direction and not on office sharing.

      The imperfect foundation of the post-military republic in Nigeria, particularly the mode of party formation, recruitment, patronage and preferment, have now returned to haunt the country even as the selectorate busy themselves shuffling their cards of malign personnel reorganization. It is akin to rearranging the sitting order in a sinking Titanic. God help us in the coming months.

  • Murder on the Lagos lagoon

    Murder on the Lagos lagoon

    Children are our future and when one of them dies, our collective future is compromised to a significant extent. This is why all media outlets in Nigeria have shown such lively interest in the story out of Dowen College where a twelve year old student lost his life, reportedly at the hands of fellow children, students of the same institution demonstrating a deadly version of precocity. Dowen College is a private, run for profit institution founded to give high quality education, strictly for the children of the rich, the well connected and the most powerful, the movers and shakers being prepared for a life of privilege in a carefully constructed environment, contrived to attract people with a great deal of money. Although the students have to pass an entrance examination, it is obvious that no financially qualified child would be turned away from her pearly gates for want of mental acuity. It is clear therefore that the poor boy who lost his life did so in spite of the fact that his parents are endowed with money, a lot of it, at least in terms of the rest of the country where the minimum monthly wage has been pegged at N30, 000, a sum of money which many state governments are finding difficult to pay to their workers . For the rest of the country, people have to subsist on a little over $1 in a day and must find it impossible to imagine that there are people who out of the bounties accruing to them for their participation in one sector or the other of the so called Nigerian economy, are easily capable of paying annual secondary school fees in excess of N2 million for each of their children Naira. For this reason, if no other, there are many Nigerians who cannot wrap their befuddled head around the reports coming out of Dowen College except to come to the realization that the rich also cry.

    Although there is an awful lot of noise being made over this Dowen College saga, there is still a great deal of mere conjecture over many parts of the story. But, the bare bones with which people have been raging over is that a group of boys in the school ganged up on one of their juniors and not only gave him what can only be described as a severe beating but also forced him to drink a toxic potion which together with the trauma of the beatings which they had administered earlier on led to his unfortunate and apparently very painful demise. Taken at face value, this story does not make any sense as there was no reason why such gratuitous violence should be visited on a twelve year old boy by other boys who were only a few years older and should still be luxuriating in their age of innocence, except that these children shed whatever innocence they were born with a long time ago and had reached guilty adulthood long before they had any right to. These over privileged and over exposed children have lost their right to be described as children and had become hopelessly corrupted by the over indulgent environment into which they had been born. In a country where a healthy portion of the population do not have two pennies to rub together, their parents had somehow contrived to stow away more money than they knew what to do with all the money flowing in a steady stream into their bloated coffers. They had so much money that in the words of a befuddled former Head of state, their problem was simply how to spend it. With so much money available to these brats, there could not be an incentive for them to knuckle down to getting any knowledge into their head like other students who actually had some ambition to make something of themselves in the future when their future, one of great entitlement was decided at birth.

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    It was of great help that the poor victim of these adolescent predators was able to point fingers at those who had done him in in such dastardly circumstances meaning that any honest investigation of this episode has been given a solid starting point even in a country where honesty if of very high premium. Many of those commenting on what happened at Dowen are bubbling over with passion because we live in a country where money can buy anything and more sadly, practically anyone. Already, some of those named have disappeared seemingly into thin air and the first thing is to find these boys so that their own side of the story can be heard even though the possibility of hearing the truth is diminished by every minute that passes before they are found. That they have disappeared can only be attributed to the power of the money they have been exposed to all their life and this money has been provided by their parents who under the extant circumstances must be regarded as accomplices in any crime that may have been committed by their wards. They must be deemed to have at least attempted to controvert the course of justice and treated as such under the law.

    The Dowen incident is trending furiously on all forms of media and you will not find anyone who does not have an opinion, never mind how jaundiced or ignorant that opinion is because there are so many sides to it. Some have jumped to the conclusion that the young victim had resisted the attempt to drag him, screaming and kicking into a cult which operates and has been operating in the school for quite some time perhaps to the knowledge or even connivance of the school authorities since the boys involved were likely to belong to a particularly vicious herd of sacred cows. To others, the members of this band of boys were just bullies who, like wild animals had discovered a weakness in their victim and were only exploiting that weakness for their own enjoyment. The fact that the nakedness of his sister had been one of the triggers for this savagery introduces an element, a whiff of illicit, if imaginary sex into this heady mix of juvenile fantasy. There are others raving and ranting against all boarding house establishments in the belief that they were unnatural institutions in which all animalistic tendencies in all those who entered them were not only multiplied but exposed. The fact that the children involved had very rich parents led to the suggestion that the wealth of their parents, like too much learning had left them barking mad and were therefore not a typical representation of Nigerian children but freaks who were visiting from some extraterrestrial abode far out in the emptiness of space. As with all phenomena of this nature the towering furore will blow over soon enough and will be forgotten if only because something even more bizarre and shocking will soon come along to disperse all the excitement that this incident has been generated. There are far too many things happening for this not to be the case.

    Unfortunately, we will never know what actually happened and something of this nature, only much worse will happen and indeed is happening as we speak. A lot of blame will be scattered around and the possibility of some lesson being learnt will be lost but it is still profitable for society if some sense can be made of all this madness. Why have a group of adolescent boys got together to visit grevious bodily and psychological harm on a boy slightly younger than they are? It has to be said that those boys are a product of their society and probably cannot help but behave like beasts. When I was in school some six decades ago, an example of this madness would have been so farfetched as to be impossible. That was a time when good sense was allowed to prevail and a thing like this would have been considered so strange that it would not have been believed. There were elite secondary schools in those days but they were neither profit driven nor in private hands and the criterion for attending any of them was academic merit and not the size of any purse however deep or heavy. If there was any deviant behavior, the boys or girls involved were given appropriate punishment and parents when they got to hear of such nonsense administered their own punishment to complement what the school had seen fit to impose. The sad truth is that bullies have taken over our governance and for many years, we had no say in how we were governed and to all intents and purposes we still have very little say in how we are governed. There was a time when traffic offenders were subjected to corporal punishment on the streets of Lagos and bullies in military uniform went around with whips to administer such summary punishments. The policemen who are contracted to maintain law and order are no better than bullies who police us to submission using guns and other implements of violence paid for by the people against which they are deployed, and what can you call a governor who refuses to pay salaries to workers at the end of the month for many months on end? School administrations bully the teachers and workers under their jurisdiction and are therefore not in any position to lay good example to the students in their care. In the meantime, the students in imitation of those set over them feel free to impose themselves on those smaller in any sense than they are. In the Dowens of this world, parents are larger than life and teachers, including the otherwise almighty principal must kowtow to those that have been set over them by providence and these include the proprietors and the parents who pay their meager salaries. Those boys who were alleged to have tortured one of their own are a true reflection of our society where the bully is king. Martyrs, like the boy who lost his life before he had started to live, are not necessarily those that are killed for their religious beliefs, they include those who suffer death through the harmful practices which are prevalent in their society.

  • On the architecture of insecurity

    On the architecture of insecurity

    Last week, we promised to round up this enquiry into the political economy of public disaffection by focusing attention on a paper delivered by the Director General of the National Intelligence Agency, Ambassador Ahmed Rufai Abubakar, at the recently concluded 2021 conference of the National Council on Finance and Economic Development (NACOFED).

    Titled, National Security and Sustainable Development in Nigeria: Prospects and Challenges, it was a thoughtful and detailed presentation chronicling the various security challenges facing the nation in the era of the new normal or post-Covid-19 regimen and offering a pathway out of the global conundrum.

    The Director General was absent due to unexpected developments. But he was ably represented by a Deputy Director in the organization. Expectedly, the paper also dwelled at length on the emerging security challenges facing the West African behemoth, particularly from international and national non-state and anti-state actors with the military capacity to beard the lion in its den.

    Had the Director General’s stand-in proxy read his paper to the state actors present, he would have been preaching to the converted and the whole thing would have amounted to nothing but sheer intellectual and ideological masturbation. Given its self-reproducing nature and its capacity to generate ruling ideas which are the ideas of the ruling group, the discursive formation of the state is always set in marble. This is why there is always the need for countervailing ideas to deepen and enrich national discourses of this nature, particularly at a very critical point in the nation’s history.

    It is instructive to note that while the ambassador relied on the authority of conventional political scientists, philosophers and sociologists to delineate his concept of state security, yours sincerely relied only on semantic authority. To secure is to make safe. In the military, when they ask you to secure an objective, you are being ordered to make it safe beyond any physical contention.

    This is what a Nigerian military ruler famously referred to as dominating your environment beyond any doubt or dispute. The said military philosopher, relying heavily on his intellectual chaperons, also noted that it was not enough to be in government, you must also be in power. In other words, it is futile and forlorn to say you are in government when real power resides somewhere else, particularly with non-state or anti-state actors.

    National security means to make the nation safe and beyond any contention. But it is not enough for the state to guarantee the territorial integrity of the nation under its suzerainty. It must also secure the political, economic and spiritual integrity of the nation.

    A multi-ethnic and multi-cultural nation wracked by an endemic crisis of identity and which is led by divisive, polarizing leaders without any organic vision of the multi-national commonwealth is bound to become hostage to food insecurity which is the mother of all insecurities. The image of humans foraging for food is an apocalyptic glimpse of hell on earth.

    Security of life and property, in addition to security from hunger, want and unbearable poverty are the fundamental reasons for the existence of the state both modern and ancient. When our ancestors at the dawn of humanity surrendered their civil and political rights to a band of marauders and warriors, they sought for protection from external strife and internal adversities. It is a question of supporting your local bandits against foreign aggressors who would enslave you to the bargain.

    Any state that has lost its capacity to provide security for its denizens has lost its fundamental raison d’etre and is no longer fit for purpose. The use of the word denizen above is deliberate. Citizenship is not automatically conferred by membership of any nation. It is the product of struggles against the excesses of the state either as foreign conquerors or internal aggressors against their own people. People who find themselves in nations where the rulers behave like conquerors or ancient emperors cannot be considered as full citizens. They are rather evolving subjects.

    It is the finely honed contention between the forces of change and emancipation and the ramparts of state security and suppression that defines how a nation progresses towards greater civilization and self-actualization. Sometimes a foolish move for greater freedom could jeopardize and force a roll back of gains already made in earlier struggles. Sometimes an obtuse refusal by the powers that be to face obvious reality could lead to a swift collapse of the old order.

    Yet it must be said that there are nations and there are nations. Nigerians must count themselves lucky that they have been spared the worst of climatological adversities threatening human habitats on earth and in the process forcibly reconfiguring its demographics. It has been predicted that the Pacific Island-nation of Kiribati would have completely disappeared in a matter of decades due to relentless ocean surges.

    Recently, the authorities on the group of islands bought a huge parcel from the Fiji nation for eventual relocation. Whether the relocating will need visas to access their new abodes or whether they will be known as Fijians or Kiribatese remains to be seen. It is a brave new world indeed.

    But to whom much is ceded and conceded by nature, much is also expected. From the perspective of eco-diversity, Nigeria is one of the most prodigiously endowed countries in the history of the nation-state, boasting of every conceivable climatological condition: From the scalding aridity of its extreme north, the temperate lushness of the middle belt to the equatorial profuseness of its southern slide towards the Atlantic Ocean.

    It is therefore inconceivable that such a richly bequeathed country capable of growing anything under the sun can be battling with food sufficiency when a desert nation like Israel which is not even up to one third the size of Nigeria has already achieved food sufficiency. Yet Nigeria is currently facing a very serious crisis of food shortage which is both a national and an international scandal.

    This was the reason why yours sincerely decided to play the devil’s advocate with the presentation of the NIA Director General by reversing the conceptual order of the problematic. In recent times, the Nigerian public space has been completely taken over by the phrase “security architecture” and how to go about rejigging or revamping this. This is taken to mean a serious reengineering of the security organogram of the nation.

    The problem with those who bandy this phrase about is that they deliberately ignore or studiously avoid its conceptual obverse. For surely if there is an organogram of security, there must be an organogram or architecture of insecurity which is it as the root of the problem. An empirical problem is better solved when it is conceptually captured with rigour and superior analysis.

    At the root or foundation of contemporary insecurity in Nigeria is food insecurity which is worsening by the day. It is from this foundational crisis that the spiral of insecurity builds up turning into skyscrapers of monumental insecurity. What a rogue politician famously described as lack of stomach infrastructure has returned to haunt the nation.

    We must always have it at the back of the mind that at least three of the seminal revolutions that have rocked humankind in the last five hundred years had something to do with either food or beverage: the Boston Tea party, Marie Antoine’s famous outburst as bread, the staple food of the poor, disappeared from Parisian shops and the images famished humanity foraging for food like some misbegotten animals at the onset of the Chinese Revolution.

    There is however a nexus between national food sufficiency and the emergence of an organic nationalist elite in all its multi-dimensional implications. A Yoruba proverb argues that once hunger is removed from poverty, then poverty is vastly diminished.

    Within the context of a more organic pre-colonial feudal and semi-feudal elite in Africa, hunger was often treated like a national emergency with rituals of appeasement to the deity of rainfall and other propitiating measures taken to forestall mass hunger. That was the state of human enlightenment at that particular point.

    At the dawn of independence when Indian nationals were starving and dying of hunger on the streets, Pandit Nehru decreed that if Indians could not feed themselves, it was within their rights to die of hunger. No one disputed this wake-up call. There were no attempts to cast an ethnic or religious slur on this impassioned exhortation. Everybody simply rolled up their sleeves and the rest is history as they say.

    A nationalist elite is always crucial and critical to mass mobilization for any purpose including the drive for national food sufficiency. A recently departed Chinese scientist was mourned as a hero throughout the length and breadth of the vast nation. He was the first person to produce a strain of rice whose astronomical yield allowed China to achieve food sufficiency for the first time in its modern history.

    Compare and contrast this with the hype and hoopla surrounding the much-ballyhooed production of cassava bread during the administration of Goodluck Jonathan. Suffice it to add that it turned out to be a gigantic hoax designed to hoodwink an unsuspecting populace. Both cassava and master baker disappeared from the public purview. In any nation where such national deceits have consequences, nobody would have dared entertain the thought of saddling the culprit with higher responsibility.

    The inability to achieve food security which is consequent upon the absence of an organic nationalist elite has a twin virus which often combine with devastating consequences for the health and subsequent destiny of the nation. If a nation is unable to feed itself, it should at least be able to control and curtail unplanned and unproductive population expansion. But the irony is that a nation without an organic nationalist elite cannot pronounce on population expansion without setting the nation on fire.

    The issue of population control in Nigeria has such serious religious, cultural and regional undertones that they cannot be addressed by a fractious and polarized political elite without serious consequences. Yet without evolving such an organic pan-Nigerian elite group either through revolution or accelerated evolution, the fundamental problematic thrown up by the current security nightmare facing the nation cannot even be  broached.

    The architecture of insecurity in Nigeria can now be summarized in one sentence and it is a troubling paradox which evokes the greater Nigerian paradox. The Nigerian political elites are the greatest security threat to the nation and its continued existence. This is due to their inability to evolve core values which will guide the nation and serve as impersonal arbiters in the arduous task of getting an organic entity to coalesce from disparate and mutually contending nationalities.

    Hence  the mismanagement of ethnic diversities that we are witnessing, the proliferation of ungoverned and ungovernable spaces, the rise of the gainfully unemployed and the constant but futile attempts of  regional hegemonic groups to impose their dominion  on the rest of the country for a length of time.

    In some European countries riven by ethnic rivalries and residual animosities arising from history, the political elites often gather to hammer out a power-sharing deal which allows for peace and equity to reign. This is what is known as elite pacting or consociational politics in Holland and Belgium. In others, the fears of an oppressive centre have led to a radical decentralization and massive devolution of power to the constituting units which allow each to work out the internal contradiction without becoming a menace to the whole nation. Switzerland is a classic example.

    The political elite in Nigeria have done neither, yet they are expecting the cloud of insecurity to disperse as if by magic. It will not happen. What the nation is likely to witness is an intensification of conflicts within its borders and a security nightmare the like of which has not been seen anywhere on the continent. The following recommendations are based on the fierce urgency of the moment and the need to allay fears masquerading as facts and ethnic grievances parading as the truth.

    Recommendations

    1 The deployment of soft power rather than aggressive militarism to negotiate ethnic grievances.

    2 Active intra-elite dialogue and continuous interaction to promote mutual understanding.

    3 The immediate constitution of a traditional council of elders or what is known as Lorga Jiga in Afghanistan to mediate crisis using traditional means of conciliation and consensus-building.

    4 The establishment of a National Commission for Vertical and Horizontal Integration which will address the urgent need for ethnic and religious harmony as well as greater economic inclusiveness among all Nigerians.

    5 The urgent convocation of a National Conference to determine whether the current federal system is working and is suitable to the needs of the nation in the current political conjuncture.

    This is by no means an exclusive and exhaustive list. But it can serve to exercise and organize the mind. I must thank the organizers for bringing everybody together in this important forum.