Category: Tatalo Alamu

  • Okon romances Shakirat, as Baba Lekki unfolds MRN

    To the Olobeloloko Canteen of Shakirat, aka Iya Abolere, on the outskirts of  Ipaja Village for a rousing meal of grilled porcupine and pounded yam served with Elegede and woorowo vegetable marinated by crushed mushroom of an aromatic variety found in only that part of the country and at a particular time of the year. Gastronomic legend has it that the mushroom was brought by Egbado or Yewa people fleeing from the ravages of the brutal King Gezo of Dahomey in the mid-nineteenth century.

    A day after the historic Senate vote, a leglessly drunk Baba Lekki was sighted in the neighbourhood distributing leaflets announcing the arrival of a new political movement named MRN. When the old contrarian was accosted by undercover police agents to tell them the meaning of MRN, he went berserk with rage and insolence.

    “Oga shine una Zombie eye well well. MRN na Movement for the Recall of Nigeria. Abi when dem vehicle get factory fault no be say you go recall am make dem factory fit am or finish am?” the old crook demanded from the security agents who strangely asked him to carry on.

    It was such a delight to escape the political bedlam through the suburban backdoor to the Lagos country side and its amazing beauty of a landscape and soothing vegetation. Strange things are happening in the country. Some other groups are distributing leaflets about an e-country. Snooper is familiar with e-passport, e-ticket and e-visa. But what does e-country mean? We put the question to Okon who made a short shrift of his boss.

    “Oga as I no sabi book, how I go know?” the mad boy taunted. “But how come you no know say e-country mean exit country?”

    “And what does that mean?” snooper growled.

    “He mean say country don exit, which mean say he no dey exist again, obodo don kaput”, Okon retorted with malicious gusto. For once the mad boy seems to be making a whole lot of sense. But people of his ilk are also part of the problem. With his incessant demand for a pay hike and paternity leave, Okon had become a nuisance and a source of domestic terror. When snooper asked the mad boy how he proposed to cater for the children he was siring, he had shot back that since nobody catered for him, everybody must find their way.

    “Oga as dem Yoruba people dey say, when cow no get tail, na Baba God dey help am fight flies”, the mad boy snorted as he tucked into a bowl of rice and beans.

    But to think of leaving Okon behind is to find him in front of you. The previous day the crazy boy had arrived home nursing swollen eyes and phenomenally inflated lips. When snooper asked him about the source of his injuries, he replied that he had just escaped kidnappers. Unknown to snooper Okon occasionally visits Ipaja to extort money from Shakirat under the guise of providing protection from kidnappers.

    Snooper had hardly settled down to the wondrous meal when Iya  Abolore, a big bosomy lady with elephantine girth, trundled towards us beaming her usual conspiratorial smile.

    “Ha oga dat your boy Okon, na real olosha, He come yesterday with them e-boys. I give am food and money but him say I never give am real food. As him dey look me one kind, I come hit am with dem heavy spoon, but as dat one no do I come pound am with dem yam pestle naim him oga and dem exit boys come carry am go. When him reach heaven make him dey go do dat kind yeye nonsense with women who old pass him mama”, the woman chanted breathlessly.

    It was then that snooper understood why Okon had been economical with the truth about his injuries. The shame of his misadventure would not allow him to come clean. A revolution is truly upon the land.

     

  • Why caged birds are singing

    Why caged birds are singing

    (On contradictions and overdetermination)

     IT is the season of singing in Nigeria. And the birds are singing all the way in the post-colonial aviary. They sing all day and all night long, these strange birds of destiny. The caged birds of Nigeria are singing. Maya Angelou, the great American singing poet and lyricist of traumatic pain, famously wrote that she knew why a caged bird must sing. As a victim of serial rape and racism, she should know what she was talking about. But for the classic explanation, she may need to visit contemporary Nigeria.

    Caged birds are singing because they want their freedom. And those who caged them are also singing. Great music may come from captivity but it is not sweet music. The caged bird must be able to sing freely and of its own free will. It is free music that soars and scales the heights of delight. Otherwise, it is a sad, sad song. This is why the music coming out of Nigeria is not always sweet to the ear.

    It is lined and laced with the pain and trauma of aborted hope and caged expectations. Not since the struggle for independence has Nigeria been hostage to such a national cacophony. The music often touches raw nerves. Sometimes its sonority awakens old ghosts while its throaty wailing arouses ethnic animosities simmering just below the surface.

    The people of Nigeria seem to have found their voice with the historic election of 2015. Those who voted for General Mohammadu Buhari found their voice. Those who voted against the man from Daura also found their voice. The result has been a violent collision of altars; a clash of competing indigenous civilizations the like of which has not been seen since the days preceding the civil war.

    The pull of ethnic particularities and the dominant ethos of competing nationalities have made it impossible for the nation to transcend its tribal origins to become a national community of shared values, and with grave consequences. The spirit of the nation is broken at the shrine of its nationalities.

    And just as it happened the first time around when the civil war was fought around an intellectual and ideological concept, history is also repeating itself this time around. Whereas the civil war was fought around the intellectual battle front of self-determination, this time around the war against tyrannical centralization rages around the intellectual leifmotif of restructuring. The rumpus over restructuring sets the demons a-howling.

    For the sake of clarity, it is important at this point to exchange reality as grasped through poetic conceit for reality apprehended by analytic rigour. There are two philosophic motifs which allow us to review the whole gamut of restructuring.  These are the concept of contradiction in its Hegelian dimension which brings thesis and antithesis together, and the concept of overdetermination in its post-Hegelian possibilities which recognises no such simplistic settling of accounts.

    Whereas contradiction implies a dynamic conflict between two contending propositions with the possibility of resolution or sublation into a higher or superior realm of human endeavour, overdetermination occurs when several contradictory propositions are jostling for ascendancy at the same time with no possibility of a simple resolution or deflection. This is because there is no single cause or effect but many causes and many effects.

    If we leverage these concepts against the current confusion in Nigeria over what “real” restructuring actually means or what “real” federalism is all about, we find ourselves contending with a whole gamut of possibilities. The whole idea of restructuring has been stretched to the limits of its linguistic possibilities, possibly to devalue its contents or render it hors de combat.

    Even political and ideological opponents of restructuring realising that the whole thing is a game of endless linguistic possibilities have now latched on to the idea. The only problem with this is that outside the field of linguistic play, the nation’s crisis of nationhood festers and the complications multiply even as the ruling class in bipartisan unanimity shields it away from the radical surgery it requires to give the nation a new lease of life.

    While it is great and heart-warming that the APC has constituted a committee to work out its response to the nation-wide clamour for restructuring of the polity, the choice of the implacable and churlish Nasir el-Rufai as the chairman of the committee might well be a backhanded and deft reassurance to the status quo that the party is not about to commit ideological suicide by embracing radical restructuring. Here is a man who had publicly dismissed proponents of restructuring as shameless opportunists looking for work.

    Yet whatever it is worth, it is good that the party finally realised the limits of bluff and bluster when it comes to a clamour that seems to have assumed such a central position in the nation’s political psyche. It would have amounted to an act of extreme irresponsibility and political delinquency were the party to forswear what was advertised in its own manifesto.

    In the web of seamless confusion and national disorientation, no one is now sure whether the APC committee is what the federal authorities also promised the nation when its spoke persons publicly reassured Nigerians that the government was studying the situation and would soon come up with its own position on the clamour for restructuring. At the moment, there doesn’t seem to be any correlation or cohesion between the ruling party and its own government. So, one can be excused for saying that the APC left hand does not know what its right hand does.

    In all probability, and as already ominously hinted by Nasir el-Rufai, both the government and party are likely to come up with drastically watered down propositions in line with what can be termed administrative restructuring which does not threaten the current status quo or make a dent on the country’s monumental crisis of structural configuration and under-development.

    If the prevailing balance of force allows them to get away with this token twitch, they can stave off the crisis for a while until it returns with a greater vengeance. If however the handshake has gone beyond the elbow as many suspect, hostile and hitherto unforeseen irregular forces would have taken over the forcible restructuring of the country with grave consequences.

    From an opposite pole of the political spectrum, Atiku Ababakar, the former Vice President, appears to have reached the same conceptual dead end. What he has proposed as a series of structural reforms that can be accomplished within six months is nothing but a dollop of administrative adjustments or economic devolutions which could make life easier in the short run but which cannot resolve the crisis of the state as long as it shies away from the complete devolution of political power.  At least Atiku must be commended for risking his political reputation as a scion of the northern establishment.

    In fairness to the Wazirin Adamawa, this is a risk he has consistently undertaken since the early days of his political cohabitation with General Obasanjo until the romance went sour. But attempting to topple a political establishment that has outlived its usefulness is one thing, coming up with its radical replacement is another particularly if the reformer is also deeply implicated in the power nexus. It is like learning to become left-handed in old age.

    Nowhere is the dilemma of restructuring in Nigeria and all its severe overdetermination more evident than in the phenomenon of local government councils. They are designed to bring government and its dividends directly to the people in a way that positively impacts on grassroots developments.

    But more often than not, they are used by federal authorities as an instrument to destabilise and bring to heel sub-national governments particularly those in opposition to the government at the centre. It is like setting federal cats among regional pigeons. Often, there is no synergy between the two tiers of governance and what is supposed to be a symbiotic relationship is often beset by seething hostility and mutual misgiving.

    Even more worrisome is the fact that they merely replicate the structure of tyranny at other levels. With the federal government tyrannising over an economically dependent and mendicant state government even as the state government tyrannises over the local government, a comprehensive structure of civilian autocracy at all tiers is put in place stifling and strangulating both economic development and the advancement of democratic culture.

    The problem really is that unlike municipalities, associations, guilds, cooperatives and others in developed nations which are bottom-top affair of freely associating denizens,   local councils in underdeveloped countries are a top-bottom affair imposed on the margins by the centre without any correlation to local sensitivity and culture.

    It will be seen from the foregoing that restructuring a multifaceted and variegated country like Nigeria requires considerable creative innovation and thinking out of the box. There can be no universal manual for restructuring. Every country must proceed with sensitivity to its own internal requirements and unique political configurations while at the same time respecting the universal norms for devolution of political power and the decentralization of economic structure.

    For example, it should be possible under a unique structural engineering to argue for a special status for Lagos in view of its economic pre-eminence as the catalyst for national growth without necessarily expunging the throbbing megalopolis from a collapsed state-structure. On the other hand, it is also possible to create six Autonomous Development Zones which will serve as economic hubs for each designated canton or mega-state without retaining the old regional arrangement.

    In conclusion, it should now be obvious why the birds will continue to sing in Nigeria and why genuine restructuring is never a cat walk.

  • Okon is national hero

    IT was just as well that Okon has been put away before the new phenomenon of suicide bombing and the Boko Haram scourge. Knowing the disposition of the feckless boy for suicide verbal bombing of the Nigerian state, he could well have been fingered as being behind the real McCoy. The only hint of complicity was the crazy boy’s occasionally hilarious insistence that he should be addressed as Mujahdeen Ayatony Okon.

    Strangely enough, the only group that expressed concern about Okon’s plight was a new NGO known as Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Human Beasts of Domestic Burden (SPCHBDB). The fiery, flamboyantly named group had issued an inflammatory release charging that having been denied a decent shot at the presidency, Okon is a victim of a plot by the majority monsters of Nigeria and should be regarded as a prisoner of war. AMNESIA INTERNATIONAL promptly adopted the crazy boy.

    On the day of the hearing, the entire route was lined with well-wishers and admirers, hailing and swooning about Okon, calling him Junior Jesus. And there was the man of the moment himself, dressed in full Efik regalia and waving a snow white handkerchief to the crowd like Ignatius Kutu Achaempong on the way to the stakes.

    The fireworks started immediately as a bleary-eyed Okon eyed his aging tormentor with saucy contempt. The old man shifted on the bench, threatened by a wave of amnesia.

    “And who is this man?” he growled like an ill-tempered bear.

    “You don send me to jail and your Yoruba coconut head no fit remember?” Okon cursed under his breath and was immediately whipped into line by Baba Lekki with a severe frown. The old codger quickly took over proceeding.

    “My Lord, Okon is a common cook”, the old man began with a smile.

    “Common cook? So where does he get all the crowd from?” the old president asked, nonplussed.

    “Ah my Lord!” Baba Lekki began with a wicked smile. “ In Nigeria there are two ways to that. You will pull a crowd if you are either a politician or a mad man. And Okon is both”.

    “I see”, the old man rumbled cynically as the court exploded in riotous laughter.

    “Point of incorrection, yeye people!” Okon suddenly exploded above the din. “I no be common cook at all at all. I be domestic secretary”.

    “I see, like Tokyo, Auxilliary and co?” the old man grunted.

    “Shine your Yoruba eye well well. Those one na dem Political Secretary. Okon na Calabar prince. I no be thug. I no be dem Ibadan motor park Tyson. Na chicken I dey fight for kitchen”, Okon snorted.

    “It seems to me that this mad boy has not learnt his lesson. By the time I finish with him he…” the president began with a surly scowl.

    “Objection my lord”, Baba Lekki screamed as he lunged at the aging judge.

    “In fact, who are you?” the old man demanded.

    “I am Lambert Alekuso, SAP, senior advocate of the proletariat”, Baba Lekki snapped.

    “And where do you practice?” the old man queried.

    “Campos Square and Idumota”, Baba Lekki retorted.

    “Listen, this is a law court. You cannot turn this court into a political rally”, the old man sulked.

    “That is the point. The court has become a political rally. This is not about law but about lawlessness.” Baba Lekki crowed.

    “Please read the charge again”, the president ordered the court clerk.

    “That you Okon married another woman after being legally married thereby committing bigamy punishable by Law”, the clerk drawled.

    “Objection”, Baba Lekki began with a fastidious frown. “Apart from the fact that this court has no jurisdiction to try bigamy, bigamy is not a justiciable offence in Nigeria because the foundation of this country itself is laid on bigamy. Lugard married one wife and then he added another. That is the cause of all these problems. So we request that Lugard be brought back as the first defence witness.”

    The court fell into a hush. The tension was palpable.

    Wahala dey ooo!!!”, one man exclaimed.

    “I no dey marry dem Yoruba women. I dey whack dem”, Okon objected belatedly.

    The president quickly gathered his papers. “The accused is hereby discharged and acquitted”, he whined and quickly retreated to his chambers. The crowd broke through the tight security cordon chanting praise songs as they carried Okon and Baba Lekki shoulder-high and to the street in a historic procession. And thus did Okon become a legend and national hero.

     

    • First published in 2011.
  • The Devil’s Conundrum: Problems and Prospects of Restructuring in Nigeria

    The Devil’s Conundrum: Problems and Prospects of Restructuring in Nigeria

    ( Excerpts from a contribution to a two-day seminar on National Integration, Devolution of Power and Restructuring organized by the Savannah Centre for Diplomacy, Democracy and Development, Abuja 13-14th July, 2017)  

    Origins of the current crisis

    Every now and then, Nigeria seems to be seized by a strange linguistic animation. A particular word or concept, hitherto innocent and innocuous, suddenly takes hold of the political imagination of the country. And then all hell is let loose.

    In the past it used to be resource control or fiscal federalism. Going further there were buzz terms such as hidden agenda, self-succession, army arrangement, Sovereign National Conference, and going much further into the seventies we had a romance with diarchy and its discontents.

    Now it is the noise of restructuring rumbling across the firmament of the nation. In recent times, no phrase or political terminology has been a greater source of pains and perplexity to Nigerians than the notion of restructuring or devolution of power.

    The two words are often used interchangeably in contemporary Nigerian political discourse. Yet it is only by an extreme generosity of interpretation that they be lumped together to mean the same thing. For example, restructuring may not necessarily involve devolution of power, whereas devolution of power does not necessarily entail restructuring. Yet despite the semantic confusion, it has come to point in some parts of the country when no contrary voice can be uttered against restructuring without the person casting a furtive glance across the shoulder.

    But what really is restructuring? Ironically, the ordinary dictionary meaning of restructure is to reinforce or rearrange, alter or change a current structure with a view to enhancing its overall performance and efficiency. This also engenders profound semantic difficulties. To panel beat, alter or change an existing structure is also to preserve its fundamentals without repealing its organic nature

    Consequently, it can be seen from this definition that for any human organization or social entity, restructuring, or constant and ceaseless self-invention, is a precondition or sine qua non for survival. No human organization can survive for long without occasionally restructuring itself. In Britain, Spain, the US, France and indeed all the older nation states, restructuring has been going on for centuries and they are still at it. In America, they call it striving towards a more perfect union.

    Sometimes, this involves tinkering with the entire state architecture, sometimes it involves changing the demographic configuration of the nation and occasionally it means altering the national alchemy in a way that throws up a new national leadership. This is to cope with historical dilemmas or emergent realities.

    But occasionally, an attempt at restructuring can also go catastrophically awry, such as we saw in the Brexit vote in Britain. It is now left to the leadership of the nation to deal with the pain and trauma. The Brexit gamble accounted for the political scalp of the former British Prime Minister, David Cameron, and has put the nose of his successor, Theresa May, out of joints. In France, it was a voluntary restructuring which finally threw up Charles de Gaulle and the Fifth Republic. A decade later, De Gaulle was to succumb to an involuntary restructuring induced by popular protests.

    It can be seen from the foregoing that restructuring does not lead to an automatic El Dorado.  It is not a panacea for good governance but a strategic ancillary. Restructuring is not a once and for all cure or talisman but a means to an end. Any restructuring which leaves Nigeria with the current level of grinding poverty, environmental squalor, biblical misery and legislative larceny has not achieved anything.

    By decentralising and devolving power away from a bloated and overburdened centre to the margins, genuine federalism aims to liberate the local genius of the people and unfetter their creative and enterprising spirit. Local productivity is radically enhanced and so is accountability and transparency in governance since there is a face to government. Surely, there is less to steal at the centre and less humongous resources available to placate the larcenous appetite of the political elite. Like a revolution, restructuring can also be an act of societal desperation when available human agency can no longer be trusted to do what is right without a constraining structure.

    Foregrounding the current crisis

    Once again, Nigeria has reached uncharted waters. Uncharted waters must be negotiated but they call for caution and circumspection. But at the same time, they call for visionary leadership.

    Eighteen years into post-military civilian rule, and despite enviable strides in some departments of governance, it is clear that the expectations of the Nigerian people have not been fully met. There is a disconnect between the governing and the governed. Poverty and biblical misery stalk the land. With the naira undergoing an unprecedented free fall, Nigerians have never been this poor. Centrifugal forces of regional, religious, economic divisions are having a field day. This is because the institutions of the state designed to rein them in are either too weak or too enervated by their own internal contradictions to function effectively.

    This is the nearest thing to what is known as a perfect storm, a freak situation in which all the classic requirements for a naval disaster is present at once. In such circumstances, something is bound to give. This is why there is an urgent need for a modulating and moderating voice at this critical conjuncture in our history.

    Etymology of Restructuring

    The struggle for restructuring has been with us ever since the amalgamation of the Southern and Northern protectorates into a unified country known as Nigeria. In fact in the Crown Colony of Lagos, restructuring has been going on since the naval bombardment of the city in 1862. The colonial authorities were constantly tinkering and searching for the most convenient mode of administration for their prized overseas possession. It briefly led to the anomaly of Lagos indigenes being regarded as British citizens while the rest of the country endured colonial subjecthood.

    Famously it was reported that the first civil war in Nigeria was not fought among Nigerian nationals or between Nigeria and Biafra but among British colonial officials duelling over the most suitable form of governance for the amalgamated territory. Such was the intense ferocity of the infighting that at a point Whitehall intervened, overruling the submission of the ranking British administrator of that period in favour the more cogent and superior argument of the subordinate.

    The new colonial thinking aligned itself with the fact that Nigeria is a multi-ethnic, multi-religious nation in which the constituting nationalities are in different states of political and economic development. Given this reality of different modes of cultural and spiritual production, it was thought that rather than imposing a unitary and arbitrary blanket on them, it may be better to allow the constituting regions to develop according to their own internal logic and peculiarities.

    This was the first major battle of restructuring and it led to the regional federalism that Nigerian enjoyed in the run up to independence and for the first five years after independence until the military put their boot in.  After amalgamation and in consonance with Lord Lugard’s originating vision, Nigeria was ruled very much like a dual-nation state with a unitary organogram. The colonialists firmly discouraged interaction between the two entities.

    When leaders of the three regions met eventually several decades later, they could well have been visitors from different planets and not the same nation. This mutual misgiving and misunderstanding was to lead to the infamous incident of 1953 which led Ahmadu Bello to explode that the mistake of 1914 had been discovered. He was lamenting the forcible conjoining of two separate and distinct entities.

    Yet by 1954 when self-government was inaugurated for the three regions, the ice had significantly thawed among the leaders as a result of quality interaction and sustained contacts. Although mutual suspicion, such as inevitable among rivals simmered just below the surface, the three leaders were able to do the needful in the overall interest of the new nation.

    This new spirit of cooperation was to yield bounteous fruits in the epic conferences that preceded independence. Sir Ahmadu Bello, the northern leader, was persuaded to moderate the confederal position which he had adopted to protect the social, educational and economic vulnerabilities of his region in favour of a federal arrangement.

    Zik was prevailed upon to modulate the unitary utopianism of a borderless Black intellectual who saw the entire country, nay the Black world, as his oyster in favour of regional federalism. In the case of Awo, political realities on ground and the need to sustain the momentum and tempo towards independence forced him to jettison his Utopian federalism.

    Tragically, this new cooperation could not be sustained as independence opened up new vistas of competition and struggle for economic and political domination. Consequently, the ominous fact remains that in the history of the country, no civilian government has been known to successfully undertake even a minimal restructuring of the country. The only exception was the Balewa administration which summarily expunged the mid-west from the old west in an attempt to restrict Awolowo to his ethnic stronghold, contrary to a subsisting elite consensus which recommended the wholesale reinvention of the entire country.

    In triumphant exultation, Balewa would openly declare that any other ethnic group that dared the federal might would face a similar fracturing. This misbegotten restructuring, accompanied by the open persecution of its leader, set the old west on the course of open insurrection and the nation itself on what one of its finest poets described as the path of thunder. It led directly to the first military putsch of January 1966.

    The Devil’s Conundrum

    From the foregoing, let us extrapolate and tease out certain facts which may be useful for getting                                                                                                                                                                     out of the structural impasse that the nation has found itself. In 1966, the military administration abolished the imperfect federalism they met on ground ostensibly in the name of staving off the centrifugal forces threatening the nation.

    In keeping with the institutional ethos of rigid centralization, the military embarked on a wholesale unitary destruction of the extant order eventually imposing a twelve-state architectural structure on the nation. Thirty years later, the twelve-state structure, under relentless restructuring, had mutated into an unwieldy thirty six state arrangement with many unviable states unable to pay salary and lacking in the organic capacity to turn their dominion into productive, self-sustaining entities no matter the federal alms. It is a scandalous travesty of what federalism is all about. In the name of satisfying the yearning of a delinquent political elite, Nigeria has found itself in a developmental cul de sac.

    Emergent realities tend to suggest that the military mantra of deploying unitary and statist engineering to stave off destructive centrifugal forces has proved a hollow failure. The reality on ground suggests that the nation has never been more divided and polarized along ethnic, regional, religious and economic lines than this moment. A restive pan-Nigerian underclass, the product of economic, political and spiritual mismanagement, is on destructive rampage.

    It is useful to recall that it was under military statist and unitary engineering that the annulment of the freest and fairest democratic election in the annals of Nigeria took place. The country is yet to recover from the poisoned inter-ethnic relations arising from the summary abrogation of the electoral rights of fourteen million Nigerians. Similarly, in 1986 and 1990, Nigeria played host to military bloodbath as a result of internal opposition to military rule.

    It must also be recalled that it was under unitary military rule that Nigeria witnessed an intensification of military autocracy as seen in the regime of General Sani Abacha leading to the harsh repression of the Ogoni Movement and the execution of its leaders. The military regime that succeeded General Abacha had to hurry out of town as a result of the fact that military rule had exhausted its political and historical possibilities. It could not even furnish the political class with the constitution under which they were supposed to operate.

    Consequently, post-military Fourth Republic civil rule was inaugurated on very shaky foundation indeed. The martial culture of a militarized national psyche persists in virtually all the institutions of the state. Subsequently, despite successful elections witnessing regime transition and a historic regime change, Nigeria has never been farther away from the economic and democratic promise land. It has been proved that elections do not alleviate the National Question. As a matter of fact, they tend to exacerbate it as we have witnessed in Nigeria particularly since 2015.

    The polarization and bitter division of the Nigeria polity have proceeded apace even under civil rule, reaching its zenith of hype and hysteria in recent times. Separatist agitations followed by calls for a referendum to determine the status of the country have become the order of the day. Going forward in a situation of massive hunger and unprecedented misery in the land, it is obvious that something will have to give and much sooner than we expect.

    With the route to political reform virtually foreclosed, ethnic, religious and regional restiveness is likely to escalate; armed critiques by rogue liberation groups trying to impose a solution on the grave national crisis will become prevalent; social cannibalism such as we are witnessing in many parts of the country will turn into a security nightmare for our already overstretched armed forces. The coming anarchy and freewheeling chaos will be unprecedented in the history of Africa.

    This is the devil’s conundrum in which we have found ourselves. The failure of military social engineering and the absence of a truly visionary political class have plunged the nation into its worst political crisis since the civil war. As many have noticed, there are ominous echoes of 1966. Many have also hazarded that no nation can survive two civil wars.

    But Africa has proved an exception to that rule. In Congo since independence from Belgium and even in post-partition Sudan, they have been fighting serial civil wars since the sixties and fifties respectively while until recently Somali state disappeared with the ouster of the monstrous Siad Barre in 1991.

    From the foregoing, it is no longer a question of whether Nigeria needs restructuring or not but a question of recognising its pressing immediacy and the fierce urgency of now. But there is restructuring and there is restructuring. The old-type restructuring, a mere cosmetic make-over which does not allow a fundamental shift of paradigm or a repeal of the organic nature of the militarized garrison that Nigeria has become,  is a mere exercise in futility designed to prolong the pains and trauma of a longsuffering people.

    What Nigeria now needs a complete and comprehensive overhaul of its state architecture and organogram of governance including provision for a confederal arrangement or a referendum to determine the basis of the union. Yet it is also obvious that in a civilian regime, no restructuring can take place within the context of elite polarization and mutual hostility. We must now deal with this contradiction in the final and concluding part of this piece.

    Prospects of restructuring

    Restructuring in a democratic polity requires substantial elite buy-in and compliance. Restructuring can never take place in the context of elite sabre-rattling and war-mongering. Unless we are ready to settle matters on the field of battle, democratic restructuring requires elite-pacting and intense negotiation on a give and take basis. It is this absence of elite-pacting and consensus building that hobbled the Obasanjo conference eventuating in a walk-out. It also plagued the Jonathan conference resulting in the eventual repudiation of its major recommendations by a section.

    As we have noted, the only civilian restructuring that has taken place in the country was preceded by a subsisting elite consensus among the three regional titans. The final push to demilitarize the polity which resulted in the Obasanjo Settlement of 1998 was made possible by a series of elite negotiations and pacting which commenced with the death of General Abacha and MKO Abiola.

    Elite negotiations and quality interactions can also result in the moderation and modulation of extreme views and notions of the nation. We have seen the example of the constitutional conferences of fifties which allowed Nigeria to have its closest approximation to a functioning federalism.

    In 1966, it was again the turn of Chief Obafemi Awolowo to be persuaded to change his mind. Uncharacteristically, Awolowo had pushed and canvassed for a confederal arrangement for the country. The Ikenne sage had been shaken to the foundation of his faith in the country by the gory events of January and July.

    Apart from the refusal of the federal authorities to remove northern troops laying a siege to the old west, Awolowo believed that he would almost certainly have been killed in Calabar prison if Fajuyi had not volunteered to be killed along with Ironsi. Awolowo was persuaded to moderate his views through interaction with the Lagos and mid-west delegates. Once again, he became a staunch advocate of federalism. It was this that encouraged and emboldened Gowon to embark on a twelve-state restructuring of the federation.

    This elite preponderance in restructuring is a reflection of the situation on ground and is not about to change given the existing balance of forces. Populist pundits may hew and haw about the absence of the people in these deal-making ventures on their behalf and the obvious lack of citizens buy in. But popular restructuring, like popular democracy, is a pious fiction. The people are merely brought in, if at all, to legitimize and validate decisions taken and position canvassed by the elite. The American Federalist papers were not written by farmers.

    With no provision for a referendum in the constitution, only a Sovereign National Conference can restore sovereignty to the people and only in a context of catastrophic state collapse. Except in this situation of extraordinary political turmoil and revolutionary turbulence, a Sovereign National Conference is out of the question. For it will be argued that once there is a successful election, the people have already transferred their sovereignty to an elected sovereign until the next election.

    Such a conference succeeded in the old Benin Republic simply because it confronted an unelected military dictatorship lacking in popular legitimacy. Mathieu Kerekou who had demonstrated exemplary patriotism and visionary sagacity in recognising the end when it had come would later return as the democratically elected of his country whereas in the old Zaire Joseph Mobutu prevaricated till the bitter end until the Mobutu state collapsed in an orgy of violence and bloodbath.

    Given the foregoing, the Nigerian political elite must now find the visionary courage, the inner reserves of moral strength and the patriotism to begin the series of consultations in order to commence an urgent political and economic restructuring of the nation. Given the current dismal realities, this may sound like a tall order indeed. But the alternative is eventual state collapse opening the door to anarchy and the reign of war-lords.  Thank you.

     

  • The grammar and politics of restructuring

    The grammar and politics of restructuring

    (Towards a blueprint for a New Federation)

    To flee your fate is to rush to find it, says an Arab proverb. Nothing straightforward can come from the chronically and congenitally crooked. In the end, even the rumpus about restructuring in Nigeria is stalled and stalemated in confusion. There can be no moving forward. The elephant is not what the blind men think it is. Now that we have worked our way into a bind about restructuring perhaps, it is useful to begin with a structural unbundling of the concept.

    In this interim, the intervention of the Acting President is welcome and most reassuring. But it is also pertinent to observe that the Nigerian oligarchy, the real owners of Nigeria, who have been silently monitoring the restructuring storm and who have quietly hunkered down as the feeble blows landed on their head, might have concluded that this is a mere storm in a tea cup; an incoherent assault on the Bastille by a rowdy rabble without a guiding strategy, or a unified pan-Nigerian resolve.

    Sufficiently buoyed by oppositional disarray and incoherence, they are now coming out to tell us that the unity of Nigeria is non-negotiable and that nothing is wrong with Nigeria as currently constituted. It does not matter to them that Nigeria is a product of an old, archaic and antiquated notion of nation-state and nation-building pioneered and patented by imperialist Britain at the zenith of its colonizing grandeur and in the first wave of post-Westphalia nation creation.

    It is obvious from this mind-set, and given the existing balance of forces, that if there is going to be any token concession to restructuring in Nigeria, it is going to be at their own leisurely pace and time. Rome after all was not built in a day, and neither, for that matter, is the Bastille of feudal injustice and garrison democracy. The structure of tyranny and oppression is not put in place overnight.

    Yet it should also be obvious to anybody reading the rustling tea leaves that the incoherence of the restructuring lobby notwithstanding, this mind-set which valorises incompetence compounded by cruelty amounts to a fatal error of judgement on the part of the Nigerian ruling class.  When properly decoded, the clamour for restructuring is a mere shorthand or sub-text; a cry for justice and egalitarian rule in Nigeria. It is not about to go away soon.

    Let us now begin to disentangle the myths from the reality of restructuring and to disabuse our minds of fears masquerading as facts. Restructuring does not lead to an automatic El Dorado.  It is not a panacea for good governance but a strategic ancillary. Restructuring is not a once and for all cure or talisman but a means to an end. Any restructuring which leaves Nigeria with the current level of grinding poverty, feudal squalor, biblical misery and state larceny has not achieved anything.

    By decentralising and devolving power away from a bloated and overburdened centre to the margins, genuine federalism aims to liberate the local genius of the people and unfetter their creative and enterprising spirit. Local productivity is radically enhanced and so is accountability and transparency in governance since there is a face to government. Surely, there is less to steal at the centre and less humongous resources available to placate the larcenous appetite of executive brigands.

    It should be recalled that whereas the battle for restructuring has always been an intra-elite affair, this is the first time it is assuming a popular dimension, reaching its highest decibel of hype and hysteria with the struggle for ethnic self-determination by MASSOB/IPOB. What began as a cry of marginalisation has morphed into a bitter separatist drive and calls for a national referendum to determine the status of the union.

    The blunt fact remains that this renewed ethnic restiveness is a vote against centralized tyranny and inefficiency as well as the ethnicization of the presidency which have become the hallmark of the Nigerian post-colonial state particularly in the Fourth Republic. Successful elections and the restriction of the military to the barracks have failed to resolve the National Question. In fact elections, including a historic regime change, have tended to exacerbate the regional and ethnic fault lines, opening the door to a resurgence of primordial sentiments and new centrifugal forces.

    Yet the ominous fact remains that in the history of the country, no civilian government has been known to successfully undertake even a minimal restructuring of the country. The only exception was the Balewa administration which summarily expunged the mid-west from the old west in an attempt to restrict Awolowo to his ethnic stronghold, contrary to a subsisting elite consensus which recommended the wholesale reinvention of the entire country.

    That this was a less than honest and altruistic political brokerage was obvious to objective observers. In triumphant exultation, Balewa would openly declare that any other ethnic group that dared the federal might would face a similar fracturing. This misbegotten restructuring, accompanied by the open persecution of its leader, set the old west on the course of open insurrection and the nation itself on what one of its finest poets described as the path of thunder. It led directly to the first military putsch of January 1966.

    Fifty five years on, the nation has continued to be bedevilled by the politics and grammar of restructuring. Ironically, the ordinary dictionary meaning of restructure is to reinforce or rearrange, alter or change a current structure with a view to enhancing its overall performance and efficiency. This engenders profound semantic difficulties. To panel beat, alter or change an existing structure is also to preserve its fundamentals without repealing its organic nature.

    On the other hand, those asking for a total jettisoning of the 1999 military constitution are asking for something more fundamental. They are asking for a complete makeover of the architecture of governance in the country and a totally new structure based on the will and wish of the Nigerian people. This can only be done by a truly mass-based party with a pan-Nigerian concert campaigning on the basis of such.

    Except in a situation of extraordinary political turmoil and revolutionary turbulence, a Sovereign National Conference is out of the question. For it will be argued that once there is a successful election, the people have already transferred their sovereignty to an elected sovereign until the next election. Even advocates of regular restructuring who have to go through conventional democratic route have their work cut out for them by the sheer heft of the structural impedimenta put in place by legislative and executive disincentives.

    This is useful to avoid mere radical frivolities. But it can now be seen why even cosmetic restructuring is not going to be a tea party in Nigeria. The pan-elite pacting which produced Obasanjo in 1999 has disappeared. Nigeria wears a structural iron jacket put in place by the colonial authorities and reinforced by military intervention. After the decapitation of the imperfect federalism they met on ground, the military embarked on a unitary destruction of the extant structure, leading to a twelve-state federal architecture with the centre looming portentously over the rest.

    The original twelve-state structure, through relentless restructuring, has now mutated into an unwieldy thirty six state stitch-up with many unviable states unable to pay salary and lacking in the organic capacity to turn their dominion into productive, self-sustaining entities no matter the federal alms. It is a scandalous travesty of what federalism is all about. In the name of satisfying the yearning of a delinquent political elite, Nigeria has found itself in a developmental cul de sac.

    Going forward in a situation of massive hunger and unprecedented misery in the land, it is obvious that something will have to give and much sooner than we expect. With the route to political reform virtually foreclosed, ethnic, religious and regional restiveness is likely to escalate; armed critiques by rogue liberation groups trying to impose a solution on the grave national crisis will become prevalent; social cannibalism such as we are witnessing in many parts of the country will turn into a security nightmare for our already overstretched armed forces. The coming anarchy and freewheeling chaos will be unprecedented in the history of Africa.

    When a serving governor of a ruling party that has promised restructuring openly declares that advocates of restructuring are enemies of the nation even as his counterparts from another part of the country reaffirm their belief in restructuring, it is obvious that party coherence and cohesion has broken down irretrievably.

    Yet the young man from Kogi is right in a profoundly ironic sense. Advocates of the old-type restructuring are not partisans of the nation. What the nation now requires is a complete and fundamental reconfiguration of its state and national architecture. With the emergence of freely federating, rich and resourceful post-modernist nations such as Canada, Belgium, Switzerland, the United Arab Emirate and Australia, the older paradigm of nation-formation with a lone and solitary patriarchal figure ruling the roost in statist, unitary splendour is historically superannuated.

    Many local geniuses are better than one national genius however exceptional. It is true that our founding fathers were focused solely on nation-liberation to the detriment of single-minded interrogation and rigorous reflection on nation-making. Yet it is a curious irony that a nation that has produced the continent’s most exceptional thinkers is still bedevilled by the colonial mentality which prevents them from viewing the modern nation as a decentred totality.

    The new paradigm of nation-formation requires all constituting units to develop themselves according to their inner resources and cultural peculiarities while contributing their quota to the federal coffers. This is the best way to neutralise the stultifying and asphyxiating struggle for the centre which has hobbled Nigeria’s development and led to its endemic crisis of nationhood.

    Beyond the current party formation, what the nation requires in this hour of need is a group of radical modernisers from all parts of the nation who must find within themselves the modulating will and moderating skills to impose this vision of political modernity on the nation in order to stave off looming dismemberment.

    It is now obvious even to its most ardent sympathisers that the ruling party has reached a political and ideological dead end unless there is a major miracle. If the government wants to contribute an enduring legacy to the search for a new Nigeria, it should consider a partial or total disengagement of the current Federal Executive Council substituting it with a bipartisan Emergency National Government. To complement its work, it should urgently constitute a National Restitution Committee with the task of looking at all the national conferences, including PRONACO, and coming up with a new blueprint for a truly federal and modern Nigerian Republic.

  • Okon duels with Buhari Jogbojogbo over Snail Revolution

    To the rural paradise of Abalabi and the dreaded domain of Ibrahim Buhari Jogbojogbo aka Obembeleku, the widely feared chieftain of the Yoruba supremacist militia, to try out the new amulet that induces hallucination and strategic political error in rival ethnic formations. As far as the old wizard is concerned, the Yoruba are the best thing to have happened to Africa and they have no business in a colonial intern camp for tropical savages.

    Whenever he was informed that other nationalities might harbour equally supremacist delusions powered by Zionist superiority motifs and notions of Hamitic refinement among autochthonous African cannibals, the rogue contrarian would retort in deep and recondite lingo: “ You see, a tree trunk cannot become a crocodile simply because it has spent some time in water, and only a foolish snail will join a gathering of horned animals”.

    With a testy and sullen Okon in tow, it was bound to be an interesting encounter. Okon had mounted a stiff opposition and resistance to going to Abalabi. It was understandable. The last time around, Jogbojogbo had threatened to add the uppity boy to the devils’ pastiche he was pounding in a huge pre-colonial mortar bristling with strange herbs and crocodile offal.

    “Oga, I no wan go to dem devil Yoruba jujuman”, the boy growled.

    “Who are you to tell me that?” snooper snarled.

    “I know I be houseboy, but dem no say make I come kaput for Yoruba land”, Okon retorted.

    “Okon, if you don’t like it you can resign”, snooper snapped.

    “Ha oga, how I go resign when I no sign anything? Abi no be when you sign something before before naim dem go say make una resign which mean come sign again?” the crazy boy whimpered turning the whole thing into a big joke.

    The journey to Abalabi was as pleasant as ever, except for the rains which drooled on forever. The lush country side opened up with farming fields rolling endlessly by even as the strong invigorating fragrance of aromatic plants filled the nostrils. It was the time of fresh corn and after a brief resistance, snooper quietly parked the car by the roadside to buy some. Another round of verbal hostilities from Okon.

    “Okon, will you like some?” yours sincerely offered.

    “No, I no dey eat dem Yoruba corn, sam sam. Na dem eze agadi nwanyin (old woman’s teeth) “ the mad boy taunted, lapsing into vernacular Ibo. But when one cob was thrown in his direction, the rogue leapt at it like a monkey.

    Hostilities erupted as soon as we got to Abalabi and Jogbojogbo sniffed his old quarry.

    “ Ha, Iwuanyanwu abi wetin you call this one again ooo!!!!” the racist rogue opened with great mirth.

    “Jogbus, his name is Okon”, snooper pleaded, trying to suppress his amusement.

    “And I am from Calabar, you hear ?” Okon snapped with child-like outrage followed by a serpentine hiss.

    “Calabar  ko, calabash ni. So, my friend, how market be?”  Jogbojogbo demanded with satanic relish.

    “How market go be after you don finish dem Ibo again?” Okon replied with surly disregard.

    “So as market don finish which time you dey leave for home?”Jogbojogbo pressed home.

    “We no dey leave. We no dey do seccedement, we dey do Snail Revolution, abi make we no farm snail again? So, as dem snail dey crawl with sense naim we go do get our own, so dis one na Snail Revolution no be gra gra”, Okon enthused.

    “Ha ha let Silifa come and fry and pepper this snail for me then” , Jogbojogbo ordered with a sinister scowl as Okon leapt into the nearby bush.

  • The Owl of Minna (The last sigh of the Ottoman presidency)

    The Owl of Minna (The last sigh of the Ottoman presidency)

    The owl is a great bird of the night and its mysteries. But it could also presage a new dawn. In any case, in many local mythologies, the sighting of this strange bird is regarded as a development with serious portents which cannot be lightly dismissed or casually missed. A bogey bird of great presence and personality, the passage of the owl is an event of considerable general anxiety and communal alertness.

    Hegel, the great German philosopher, famously noted that the owl of Minerva usually began its flight after the event, “spreading its wings with the approach of dusk”. In other words, we can only glean insight into a particular historical development after the event. It is perhaps useful to note that Minerva is the Roman word for Athena, the Greek deity of wisdom and philosophy.

    As far as state actors and men and women of action and exertion are concerned, this is a no-brainer. Indeed, there are philosophers of praxis who are not willing to be caught by Hegel’s pre-emptive wisdom and off side tactics. In a brilliant riposte to Hegel, Karl Marx noted that even though philosophers have always interpreted the world, the point is to change it.

    Change may finally be on the way for Nigeria in a way that no human can foresee or foretell. For any nation, a terminus is not the end of the road but the beginning of another journey into uncharted territory. When the history of Nigeria’s journey to the decentralization of power and development is finally written, this past week may well be seen as a momentous terminus.

    It was the week General Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida joined the maximum velocity train of restructuring hitching his mast and mascot to the lead wagon. In a widely circulated statement bearing his personal signature for the sake of history and posterity, Nigeria’s most influential military ruler and grandmaster of political and military intrigues called for a wholesale restructuring of the nation’s debilitating unitary federalism and a refashioning of its power principles.

    Of course, it can be legitimately objected by power neophytes that IBB is just another Nigerian no matter how distinguished by past derring-do and how well inserted in the current power consortium. The emerging national consensus is that Nigeria has reached a point where the old arrangement and state organogram can no longer be sustained even by coercive force.

    Nigeria must either be restructured or it will be destructured into extinction by violent antagonistic forces now laying a siege to the jugular of the nation. It has become the real do or die situation. Babangida is merely exhibiting the calm rationality and pragmatic wisdom of a man who has a lot to lose in the event that Nigeria unravels.

    So, why the hoopla and the hullabaloo about a mere declaration by a man who is widely regarded as a principal culprit in the sorry plight of the nation? Or have Nigerians out of injury delirium and sheer emotional fatigue succumbed to what is known as the Stockholm syndrome, a situation of reconciliation under the duress with the tormentor?

    But when all negative allowances have been made, the fact remains that General Babangida is no ordinary Nigerian. In a power game, no forces of change ever manufacture their own playing cards. You play with the card you are dealt which is often a function of the interplay of the subsisting balance of forces and emergent realities.

    A man who has been present at all the momentous changes the country has witnessed in the past fifty one years as an active participant cannot be regarded as an ordinary Nigerian. But even more importantly in IBB we have the most classic manifestation of what this column has described as the Ottoman presidency in Nigeria at its most sophisticated and power-packed ferocity.

    In a modern nation-state, as this column has noted, the Ottoman presidency is a magnificent anachronism, an arch and archaic formulation combining the harsh, statist and unitarist centralization of the Ottoman feudal empire with univocal concentration of power at the centre, brimming with Byzantine intrigues and political sorcery.

    A man of calm deliberation and chilling single-mindedness despite the gap-toothed affability and warm, courteous and unfailingly polite manners, it was not by mere coincidence or symbolic pretence that Babangida chose the title of military president. Insider sources had it that Babangida had sent an advance team to Latin America to understudy the phenomenon of el Caudillo on the continent and the institutionalization of privatized rule.

    By a remarkable historical irony, Babangida would eventually succumb to a different Latin American phenomenon, what is known as autogolpe or a self-coup in which a man organizes a coup against himself. If it goes awry, it leads to an own goal. When the full story of the stepping aside drama is finally told, it will be seen as a classic autogolpe. Several days after he was forced to retreat to his Minna fortress, the general was still issuing service postings which were swiftly countermanded by the duo of General Sani Abacha and Oladipo Diya.

    So, if such a man who perfected the Ottoman presidency in Nigeria is now singing the nunc dimittis of the old order, who are we not to applaud? But not yet. The Minna maestro is a man of multiple entendre. The statement is vintage IBB, incredibly well-written recalling the days of presidential penmanship and bristling with literary and political gamesmanship. There was indeed a time when Nigeria had presidential speech writers.

    But the snag is that Babangida may be stalking a bigger game. Famously nicknamed Maradona for his swift political dribbling, Babangida is not your run of the mill political strategist or garden variety military tactician. Those who take Babangida’s word at their face value do so at their own political peril. Restructuring is not a tea party.

    In the history of the country, no political party, except the Balewa administration of the First Republic, has been able to effect any restructuring of the country. So, while Babangida’s genuine conversion may sound like sweet and soothing music to a particular segment of the political class, it could also be a subtle reading of the riot act to the select group of real power brokers who will make restructuring a reality to get ready for dire emergency.

    Consequently, this is not the time for gloating or self-congratulations. In any multi-ethnic and multi-religious nation with people at diverse levels of contrasting civilizations, the development of political consciousness is bound to be uneven if not mutually contradictory. These are political pluralities in diversity to be creatively managed rather than summarily suppressed.

    In the event that we conclude that it is better to prise apart the national gridlock in a confederal arrangement that allows each section to have its peculiar mode of political, economic and spiritual production develop into full maturity and their attendant contradictions, we must find the group civility and ethnic tolerance which allow this to take place in a cordial manner rather than in anarchic and fratricidal bloodletting.

    If we may recall, the only time any meaningful restructuring ever took place in the country, that is the regional federalism of the First Republic, it was facilitated by the epic constitutional conferences of the fifties in which our founding fathers, despite their political differences, demonstrated a spirit of give and take which allowed them to fashion out the best mode of constitutional arrangement for the country. But for their exemplary patriotism, Nigeria would have expired in vitro.

    Fifty one years of being forced to live together in the military and feudal garrison of unitary federalism beginning with the first coup have worsened ethnic relations in the country and exacerbated the National Question. In the circumstance, our leaders and revered elders must learn to manage ancestral memory in a bitterly divided polity and avoid the relentless and unremitting memorialization of real and perceived injustice.

    Even in normal societies and organic nations, those at the frontiers of consciousness usually pay a heavy and severe penalty. This is the punishment for thinking the unthinkable and for being ahead of your society. It ranges from exclusion, imprisonment, restriction to mental institution and outright martyrdom.

    It has been seventy two years since Obafemi Awolowo first noted that Nigeria was not a nation in the real sense of the word. For his pains and precocious insight, he suffered political exclusion, persecution, imprisonment only to be declared the best president Nigeria never had when he was safely out of contention.

    And there have been other martyrs too: Abiola who was denied his presidential mandate by unitarist fiat, Enahoro who was never allowed to deploy his immense political gifts for the benefit of his country, Ken Saro Wiwa who was murdered for demanding manumission for his people, countless legal avatars, notable intellectuals, civil society activists, military rebels and refuseniks, diplomats, professionals etc.

    The protracted battle for the best political arrangement for the country has taken quite a prohibitive toll, arising from pogroms, a civil war, a major religious insurgency, ethnic insurrections, coups and abortive coups and a general climate of fear and mutual loathing. No nation can survive on this horrific menu forever.

    Going forward, we must now find the generosity of spirit to forgive and let the nation move towards its manifest destiny. To start with, our various leaders and revered elders must avoid the current grandstanding and permanent photo-ops which give the impression that some sections of the country are at war or are ganging up against other sections preparatory to hostilities. Apart from posthumous political self-rehabilitation, the public sabre-rattling contributes little to the resolution of the national crisis.

    Second, acolytes of the 2014 Jonathan Conference must not insist on forcing the resolution of the conference on the government and the rest of the country. This is very poor political strategy and an unwitting attempt to reinforce the political gridlock. Whatever its landmark decisions, there is nothing unique about this conference as there have been other conferences with equally landmark resolutions. At any rate, the outcome of the Confab was already vitiated by the patently and blatantly undemocratic nature of its selection pattern.

    To insist on the sacrosanct nature of the Jonathan Confab after an oppositional regime change has taken place is to pursue a covert and subterranean agenda. To put it bluntly, it is a PDP hobbyhorse. Fair must be fair. It is cruel and politically frivolous to expect another regime to implement the purported blueprint of a regime it has defeated particularly where and when that defeat was triggered by a nation-wide revulsion with the antics of the older regime. We can hold the Buhari administration down by what it has promised and failed to deliver on rather than what it has not promised.

    Meanwhile as the final battle to restructure Nigeria gathers momentum, we must welcome General Ibrahim Babangida to the barricades. As the most successful and sophisticated coup-maker in the history of the country, he must have something to contribute to unlocking the gridlock.

     

  • Baba Lekki speaks on the state of the nation

    TO Ikotun-Langbasa on the northern outskirts of the metropolis for a most hilarious and outlandish interview on the state of the nation with Lambert Alekuso, aka Baba Lekki, failed lawyer, recovering anarchist, lapsed Mobolaji Grand Alliance stalwart and famed disciple of Harold Laski, the turbulent and iconic LSE star professor of the fifties.

    It has been a dizzying time in Nigeria as the nation went into an ethnic tailspin with manuals of Siamese surgical separation flying all over the place and prospective pre-colonial kraals getting ready to address the United Nations. Baba Lekki has not been left out of the action. The old crook had disappeared briefly only to reappear slumming it out in a huge crater abandoned by NNPC. It was here that he was teaching locals on emergency drills after preparing his last testament. It was here that Okon caught up with the master rebel on a wet, rainy morning.

    “Baba, which kind nonsense be dis one? You dey here dey smoke gbana when kontri dey kaput”, the mad boy screamed at the old man.

    “Ha yeye boy, long time. I dey like kobiowu”, the old man replied with a miserly grin.

    Baba wereee! Which kind Yoruba nonsense bi kowukowu?” the crazy boy railed.

    “Ha small kukuruku boy. Kobiowu na solid steel bar. You hit am na wahala. Him hit you na helele”, the old man crowed.

    “Baba, if you no take time I go get dem Niger Delta boys who go finish dis Yoruba jibiti for una”, Okon railed.

    “Ha Okon mewa babanla e won to be. He get time like dat when one man for dem village called Tonkere dey threaten Bola Ige. Him nickname be “Try and See” the old man shot back.

    “Baba I no care about dat one. Dis kontri wan kaput,”  Okon screamed.

    “You see, Okon kontri be like dem Yoruba boy dem name Folorunso who dey climb palm tree with dem banana straw. Even God no fit save dat one. “ the old man snorted.

    “Baba, wahala dey ooo. Even dem Evans come sue dem police”, Okon moaned.

    “Ha, Okon, dat one na kata come meet katakata. Evans na Ivan the terrible or enfant terrible. There are thieves among emperors and there are emperors among thieves”, the old man sniggered.

    “Baba, dis dem Biafra-exit I no understand at all”, Okon wondered aloud.

    “Ha Okon dat one na Ibo confusion. Bia for Igbo mean come and exit mean go, so na come and go and go and come be dat one”, the old man replied with a scorning hiccup.

    “Baba, where dem fit pack dem president jet?” the poor boy demanded.

    “You park jet in a jetty”, Baba Lekki rumbled and then disappeared into the huge crater.

  • The post-Andrew condition

    The post-Andrew condition

    (Journeys of the unreturnable)

    It was mid-afternoon and it was raining heavily in Lagos, penultimate Thursday. The atmosphere was damp and depressing. The gloomy overcast of pregnant nature added to the surreal sadness. Once again, the nation was going through one of those dire and dark periods in its history. Centrifugal forces were threatening to tear the country apart. The savage polemics, the hateful tirades, the in your face verbal grenades, are a sad reminder of the diseased nature of human civilization in contemporary Nigeria.

    And then without any warning, the door of the office suddenly creaked sending yours sincerely out of the mid-afternoon reverie about the state of the nation. Before you could even say a word, she had closed the door firmly behind herself. The mutual apprehension at this act of daring intrusion and unwarranted violation of the unwritten code of privacy did not last for long. Fast and agile as a jungle cat, she was already upon one within the twinkling of an eye. She opened up with tears in her eyes but fierce determination in her voice.

    “Sir, so sorry to disturb you. I just came to thank you for everything you have done for us in the past few years and to bid you goodbye. It is only almighty God who can repay you for your kindness and courtesy”, she began with a hint of the customary provincial civility. One could now remember that she had once hinted at the prospects of emigration to a saner clime to begin all over again, but one never gave it a serious thought. Now the words came crashing down like boulders seceding from a coastal escarpment.

    “Where are you going, and what about your family?” one managed to mumble.

    “My husband left about six months ago with the children. They are already in school. I stayed behind to tidy up the family affairs and to sell the house in the village. We are not leaving because of ourselves but because we want to give the children an opportunity to grow up in a better environment. Sir, this is a dead country waiting to be given a decent burial,” she responded calmly with the same agrarian humility and exaggerated ritual of obeisance and deference to authority which belie proud determination and fierce independence of spirit.

    “But….,” one began without being able to find the right words. By this time the aggressive and impatient hooting of a car outside mixed with the sound of the receding rains.

    “Sir the taxi is here’”, she said and bolted away without any further fanfare. Snooper began pinching himself to ascertain if this was for real. It was. The pattern of desertion was now taking full shape.Six months earlier, one had received a midnight text. It was from Bolaji, a beloved nephew who had taken a degree in Civil Engineering from one of the nation’s most prestigious universities about nineteen years earlier.

    In the aforementioned text, Bolaji had urged his uncle to take heart because he would be midway to Australia with his family by the time the text was being read. He had taken this mode of dramatic departure because he did not want anybody to plead with him to reconsider the decision. He was doing it not because he was hoping to witness any dramatic change of personal fortunes in Australia but because he wanted to secure a better life and future for his children. The last time snooper checked, the children were in school and both Bolaji and his wife, Busola, had secured employment.

    But even before Bolaji, there was Dolapo, a niece. A trained Estate Manager with varied experience stretching to twenty years, she had managed to secure employment with arguably the best resort company in the whole country after years of living at the edge of despair and frustration. But two years into employment, particularly after being swindled of her Housing Allowance by a rogue estate agent, Dolapo wasted no time in relocating to Canada with her children and husband. She made sure she was already settled before making contact through her mother.

    It must be admitted that this elite strategic self-transplantation is more pleasant and endurable than the traumatic plight of thousands from the Nigerian underclass who are forced to trek thousands of mile through the hostile desert of North Africa in order to reach their preferred destination. Everyday, the casualty figures mount and the pictures heart-rending.

    While the Nigerian political class are bickering over how to steal the nation blind, thousands of Nigerians are perishing everyday from sheer exhaustion or from watery peril off the coast of Africa.While the elite are quarrelling over who should leave Nigeria or remain, the entire populace is virtually emptying into the deserts and the seas as a result of criminal mismanagement of resources.

    The post-Andrew condition is here with us. It is a variant of post-traumatic stress disorder in which people who have suffered horrible experience have not only made peace with the reality of their experience but have learnt to profit from the tragedy. It is a kind of reconciliation with horror under duress. The world, particularly your part of it, is never going to get any better. You had better get on with it, or find a way to abscond. Either way, it is a vote of no confidence in the nation.

    Yet In the early eighties, Andrew was the poster boy for all that is obnoxious and faintly repulsive about wanting to abandon your country in times of stress and distress. The military government of Buhari and Idiagbon rallied against Andrew. He was not a national hero but an anti-hero. With his metropolitan swashbuckling and phoney American accent, he became a classic incarnation of the ugly Nigerian who cannot endure temporary privation for the greater glory of the greatest African nation.

    But not anymore.Nobody is stopping or blaming the Andrews in our midst anymore. The government itself is tired and enervated. There are no stories left to tell; no yarn to spin. Scheherazade has run out of plot. And there is no captive audience for the ancient mariner.The national failures are too obvious to hide. You can always tell when a country has lost the battle of affection among its own nationals, when the balance of affective devotion shifts in favour of an active hostility and even enmity for the beloved country.

    Towards the end of the eighties, as economic and political misfortune befell the country, as the military despots bared their fangs and as the middle class evaporated, there was a huge wave of hurried and panicky exit from Nigeria. The professionals began to leave in drove in search of greener pastures. The universities and many other professional guilds were the worst hit as the best and brightest, particularly those who have contributed to the intellectual and cultural renaissance witnessed by the country in the mid-seventies and early eighties, turned their back on their fatherland.

    With the advent of civilian governance and the recovery of the economy in the first decade of the twenty first century, hope and cautious optimism returned to the Nigerian political firmament. There was a stemming of the emigration tide. Those who had left began finding their way back in trickles lured by the buoyant economy and the recovery of the political space from the military. Many who had left in anger and disillusionment began working out arrangements which could see to their partial return or some form of engagement with the fatherland.

    But it had all turned out a damp squib. The economic recovery has turned out a mirage. The political and economic crisis of the nation has worsened with several centrifugal forces threatening the very foundation of the nation. With the advent of democracy, there has been an exacerbation of the National Question along ethnic and regional lines. Politics of allocation has become politics of relocation with juvenile and dangerous brinkmanship replacing statesmanlike rectitude and wisdom.

    Having taken the country to the cleaners, we cannot expect it to be smelling of fresh rose. The toll has been prohibitive. It has put a question mark on Nigeria as a viable national project. Nowhere is the crisis more evident than in the phenomenon of elite exodus from the country and the mass emigration. Whereas in the mid-eighties, the phenomenon of Andrew and his obsession with “checking out” was a panicky response to existential pressures, this time around it is marked by a calm, deliberate and strategic exit from a smouldering inferno. The people are voting with their feet and their brains. They are quietly burning the bridges. There is no possibility of return or recall.

    It is good to review the pilgrim’s progress. As a panoramic addendum, it is meet to report that a week after the opening reflections in Lagos, this piece is being brought to a close in a Nigerian restaurant named WAZOBIA in Philadelphia. My hosts are retired Nigerian professor of Social Communication from a martially illustrious Ijesha family, the second a Nigerian-born but American-trained psychiatrist with a flourishing practice in Philadelphia and the third a notable legal practitioner, chat-show personality in Philadelphia and former professor of Mass Communications at the University of Lagos.

    Snooper last met the Mass Communications don exactly twenty years earlier in Philadelphia during one of those brainstorming sessions of Nigerian exile groups. Fortuitously a decade earlier when he was relocating from Nigeria, yours sincerely had chanced upon him at the Murtala Mohammed Airport in Lagos. He was full of gung-go spirit and enthusiasm. Not known to do anything in half-measures, he had called snooper aside to inform him that he was taking his own mortar and pebble to America just to make sure he didn’t miss pounded yam.

    Unfortunately for him, a few years into what was turning out to be a dazzling career in Communications and political chat shows, he was felled by a massive stroke which left him hunched and hobbled. But he is a man of remarkable willpower and determination. Almost twenty five years after, he has made a full recovery and had become his old ebullient self again.

    Ironically, while the other two distinguished gentlemen hedged and hemmed their bet about the possibility of returning home at some future date however hazy and distant, the communication guru was vigorously affirmative in his refusal to even contemplate the possibility. He was done with the home country.

    He had had a fulfilling career in America. He had trained his children and had become a proud and doting grandfather. In any case the only piece of land bequeathed to him by his father had been taken over by family scoundrels who had dared him to come home and see Nigerian wonder. So what is there to go back to except a date with certain death, he asked with his impish humour.

    It was now becoming a dangerously familiar story. In the last five years, many who had left and who had expressed the hope and possibility of returning were beginning to change their mind. In May, snooper ran into an old friend at the wedding of the son of a mutual friend. The globally regarded professor of Automotive Engineering was in an expansive mood until the subject of his return popped up. He bluntly informed the columnist that he had changed his mind. Not only was he never going to return, he had actually taken up the Assistant Chaplaincy of his local church in some English midland suburbia.

    If one were to take a talent tally of the cultural resources lost to Nigeria and Africa by this steady haemorrhage of intellectual purchasing power, it is going to be an audit of Armageddon. As it was in the beginning, so shall it be at the end. Something new always comes out of Africa, as it was famously observed by Pliny the second. He was referring to the endless stream of oddities and oddballs forcibly repatriated from Africa to entertain the Roman Imperial court.

    Yet the truth remains that the oldest continent is also the global nursery bed existing for transplanting rare and invaluable human plants to safer climes and more welcoming environs. While others flee from hostile environments and natural calamities, in Nigeria and Africa they abscond from human catastrophes and the concrete hell of the post-colonial state.

    A more sanguine and objective way of looking at this is that emigration is the first condition of humanity. All through history, people have always sought escape from hostile environments for greener pastures and better opportunity. The natural community has always lost out to the global society even as the national must eventually give way to the international. In the crucible of current globalisation, something will survive, but not nations or nationalities as we know them.

  • Feudal dimensions of  the National Question  (Prebendal princes on the prowl)

    Feudal dimensions of the National Question (Prebendal princes on the prowl)

    While one was growing up, one of the more remarkable nicknames of illicit gin, also known as Ogogoro, Sapele Water or kainkain, was push-me-I push you. Known for inducing manic aggression or Dutch courage, it could also bring about acts of extraordinary valour or human recklessness and stupidity, depending on how one is viewing it.

    Nigeria is a push-me –I push-you country; a permanent tug of war and turf of hostilities; a faint proposition for the weak-hearted.  Here, it is obvious that the meek will not inherit the earth—or the oil-blocks for that matter. Everything is thrown into the contention. There are no half-measures. The golden mean is that there is no golden mean.

    It would be a remarkable irony if the colonialists who put the country together did not have an idea of the devil’s brew they were concocting.  While figuring out what to do with the largest conglomeration of Black people anywhere in the world, they encountered enough “little local difficulties” to put them in the know of the uneasy cocktail simmering ahead.

    There were the early Niger Delta merchants they encountered who could easily outfox them in their own game of violent cunning and sly duplicity. Some of them they banished, others they outgunned. There was Jaja of Opobo, the fabulously rich and fiery one, they exiled to the West Indies after subduing him. There was Kosoko who fled to Epe, having been dislodged from his domain by fierce frigate bombardment.

    There was the ill-fated Oba Ovoramwen Nogbaisi of Benin Empire who was sent to Calabar after his army was routed and decimated. Just before then they had taken apart the Ijebu army and put the reigning monarch, Oba Fidipote, to flight. In 1903, Sultan Attahiru was dethroned and summarily executed. Years later, Ogedengbe, the great Yoruba generalissimo, was frogmarched to Ibadan and detained on the orders of Captain Bower.

    Given this heritage of turbulent ancestors, modern Nigeria is a wizard’s apothecary indeed, a colonial Babel with several fingers permanently poised on the nuclear buttons and with the threats of mutually assured destruction cancelling out each other. There is no other country in Africa with such a high concentration of robustly individuated nationalities who still cling to old principles and primordial prejudices even after being put through the furnace of colonial re-engineering.

    Yet the beauty of this roiling cauldron of violently contending nationalities is a poetic equilibrium in which the myth of exceptionalism of one ethnic nationality is summarily cancelled out by the exceptional myths of other nationalities, As the Yoruba will put it, it is when you have not been to other people’s fathers’ farm that you tend to think that you father’s farm is the biggest in the land.

    Thus the myth of an educationally inferior and politically backward north is challenged by the reality of the north’s continuing political dominance over the rest of the country. On the other hand, the myth of the north’s superior cohesion and outstanding political acumen is worsted by the reality of its economic backwardness and inability to match the enviable social strides and developmental progress taken in the South, particularly the cluster around Lagos.

    In the absence of creative political engineering which expertly canalises the divergent strengths into a formidable union of complementing diversities, or a homogenizing Leviathan like the military which smashes everything together in the name of some higher nationalism, it is impossible for a country like Nigeria to cohere into organic nationhood. In this dark void of aborted nationhood, the worst experiment in human suffering anywhere in the world is currently subsisting.

    Like a perpetually accident-prone child, the nation will continue to run into heavy weather until we get it right or until the contradictions sharpen to the point that something gives. Last week, as it ever so happens on a regular and routine basis, these contradictions played out again as the nation barely avoided a political meltdown only for it to be overwhelmed by an ethical sandstorm.

    The IPOB train suffered a massive derailment as the north rallied, and after almost two years of tragi-comic exertions, the Saraki trial finally reached its terrifying denouement. The war on corruption ran into a major hitch. A dialectically trained mind can see the point of convergence between the two seemingly disparate incidents. In both, prebendal princes on the prowl.

    The first point to note in all this is that a sizeable proportion of our current political class are steeped in an anti-democratic feudal mind-set mind which simply has no conception of modern nationhood and the obligations of the modern state and its principal state-actors to inhabitants of the nation-space so delineated.

    They simply do not care a hoot about the feelings of the citizens of this country. In fact as far as they are concerned, the idea of Nigerian citizenship is a violent oxymoron which collides with the abject reality of feudal subject-hood. Self-liberation is not served a la carte. Experience from other countries has shown that people do not simply become citizens of a nation by virtue of state proclamation. They do so by asserting and affirming their right to freedom and independence.

    It is on record that a serving senator of Nigeria once claimed that since she paid through her nose for the votes that took her to the upper legislative chambers, she has no obligation to discharge to any phantom electorate. With this kind of mind-set on both sides of the political divide, it is obvious that the feudal conundrum complicates the National Question in the way and manner dangerously conjoined Siamese twins complicate life for each other.

    But while feudalism is dominant in one part of the country, it is only residual and historically attenuated in other parts and in fact virtually non-existent in a few. Consequently, in the zero-sum game of feudal politics in which citizenship is a myth and obligation to civilized procedure a pious fiction, it is those who have much to lose that must beware of those who have little to lose. This is what played out last week in the confrontation between the “ youths” of the north and the IPOB/ MASSOB separatists.

    In an awesome display of its mastery of the game of push-me-I –push –you and political brinksmanship, the north delivered a sucker punch to Biafran agitators by serving them a quit notice which also doubled as intent to summary eviction.

    To all intents and purposes, the quit-notice was supposed to help the secessionist agitators realise their dream of a separate homeland by fast-forwarding the process for them. But in reality it was a deadly ploy; an implacable collision of fundamentalist platform positions. You cannot eat your cake and have it. The reality suddenly dawned even the most obtuse of the agitators that the republican and relentlessly dynamic spirit of the Igbo people depends on unhindered and unfettered space rather than the claustrophobic milieu of a land-locked dystopia.

    Like a nasty and turbulent toddler that has been put in its place, the raucous noise about secession and Biafran exceptionalism evaporated into a loud whimper and quietly sulking remorse. This is what happens when you fight a war of attrition without an enduring strategy but with hate-filled and emotive blackmail of others. You have no one to blame when your opponents rally and respond in kind.

    Yet the northern offensive raises critical issues about the state of the country and its current structural configuration. Forget about the statement coming from the Arewa Youth Wing. A seventy year old man cannot be regarded as a youth. The master-puppeteer is lurking somewhere in the background. This is the north at the top of its game and the summit of cloak and dagger politics and it has proved to be very devastating indeed.

    The crude irony of it all, however, is that the north may be using its economic underdevelopment and feudal backwardness to blackmail the rest of the country in general and the east in particular. It is a classic case of chutzpah, of a person who killed his parents pleading for mercy on the grounds that he is an orphan.

    Rather than mouthing secessionist baloney, this is the real structural battleground for the redemption of Nigeria. Everywhere and everyone is hurting. The structural lop-sidedness of the nation allows the north to continue to exercise a political veto power over the rest of the country in a condition of blackmail and political extortion. But it is an equilibrium of terror with other sections of the country retaliating with a combination of economic, social and intellectual terror.

    The sharp individuation of nationalities and their discrete cultures makes the case for a structural unbundling of Nigeria very compelling. It allows the north in particular to work out the economic and political contradictions of regnant feudalism in a modern nation state on its own terms and within the parameters of its cultural sensitivities rather than inflicting the burden on the rest of the country, particularly those who have figured out how to outflank the forces of local feudalism through confrontation or evasion.

    But this structural unbundling of the country is possible only if progressives or a combination of progressive forces are in control at the centre. Unfortunately at the moment, genuine progressive forces appear to be on the retreat. With the acquittal of its Taoiseach last week, the Saraki Senate appeared to have smelt blood and is advancing on all fronts, consolidating its position and mopping up political stragglers in the process.

    Politically and ethically, the presidency has its back to the wall. It is a measure of the confusion that has engulfed the ruling APC that while its Kwara segment was openly jubilant at Saraki’s victory, its presidency was said to be up in arms against the judgement. It is very instructive that shortly after its legal triumph, the Saraki Senate called on the presidency to forward the report of the 2014 Jonathan conference in a strategic breach of the political and ideological flank of the ruling party.

    The longest legislative coup in the history of the country is now winging its way to a shattering climax. If the Saraki Senate goes ahead to endorse the recommendations of the confab against a more compelling case for a fresh exercise which avoids the sordid intrigues and anti-democratic shenanigans of the Jonathan confab, it would have succeeded in thoroughly besmirching the image and integrity of the Buhari administration. Just as it happened with PDP, the coroner may return the verdict of death by internal sabotage on the APC.

    Events unfolding in Nigeria bode ill for democracy and self-determination for its component nationalities. You cannot even begin to talk about accountability and transparency in the context of the resurgence of the old feudal order, neither can you be pleading for devolution of power to a mode of political production that thrives on stiff centralization. It is a contradiction in terms. Corruption and nepotism are the engine oil that lubricates the feudal machine.

    When Senator Olubukola Saraki usurped the senate presidency against the will and wish of his party, this column noted then that a complex political and legislative coup might be unfolding which may completely alter the equations and calculations of the Fourth Republic. The APC and the nation are about to reap the fruits of the failure of statecraft and its inability to rein in its own.

    But as it is always the case with Nigeria, there is also a lot of hope in hopelessness. The situation is not as bleak as it appears. The northern blackmail, the infantile response of IPOB/MASSOB which shows them to be completely out of intellectual and political depth, and the deft handling of the potentially explosive situation by the federal authorities, has restored the balance of influence to the traditional political elite of the Igbo people.

    The Igbo elite should now leverage their renewed authority into seeking with other like-minded groups across the country a new initiative for a fundamental overhaul of the state architecture through a repeal of the 1999 military constitution and the immediate convocation of a popularly legitimated National Conference. In the alternative, the government should set up a National Restitution Commission which will take a look at all preceding conferences and come up with salient recommendations.