Category: Olatunji Ololade

  • Ignorance is the disease

    Today, complaint is often made of what we call the failure of the Nigerian dream. We lament how monstrously, forces of society accomplish and fail to fulfil their work. We lament how the ruling class function in profligacy and chaos. Nigeria laments the insensibility of governance.

    But today, as usual, we fail to look inwards. Perhaps because we fear we would find in you and me, the summary of all other failures and disorganisation. A sort of heart, from which every kind of confusion and horror gravitates in our fatherland.

    The complaint was often made that our problems persist because we refused to convene a Sovereign National Conference (SNC). There is the argument that our afflictions worsen because President Muhammadu Buhari refuses to implement the recommendations of his predecessor’s shady SNC.

    Perhaps there is depth and a semblance of truth in such frivolous mindset even as it becomes more glaring that a trillion SNCs will not save Nigeria.

    This is because any consensus or ‘practicable solutions’ proffered at the conference would be the result of self-serving efforts of generations of shady characters comprising ex-convicts, hired assassins, treasury looters, armed robbers, advance fee fraudsters, indulgent clerics and bloodthirsty political godfathers, to mention a few. What manner of humaneness could result from such gathering?

    That we undermine ourselves and underestimate our worth are old stories told.

    There is a tragedy inherent in our customary lamentation every time our conscience is roused with a damning incident or report, like Boko Haram’s abduction of Chibok girls and murder of ICRC’s Hauwa Leman.

    In a fit of rage, tribal bigots suggest that we go our separate ways. They tout ‘true federalism and secession in one breadth, describing them as worthy solutions to Nigeria’s afflictions.

    Secession is the anthem that we should shun. It is the fruit of ‘reason’ that we need to be wary of and I will continue to say this, hoping every prospective muscle – that is, the youth – by which the separatists hope to achieve their dreams of dissolution, would listen and let the masterminds risk their hides and deploy their children and wives to actualise their fantasies.

    The biggest misconception about ‘secession,’ ‘insurgency,’ ‘self-determination ‘or whatever the prejudiced choose to call it, is that, it could be peaceful, and that, the outcome would be a patriotic, humane dispensation.

    It’s all dirty, greedy politics. Tribal bigots want the youth to fly the flags of their dream nations. They want everybody to brandish a bumper sticker that bellows: “Death to the Federal Republic of Nigeria!” They call anyone that’s anti-war and anti-chaos: “pacifist,” “traitor” or whatever colourful adjective suits their rage.

    Then, they promise the youth a prosperous future and better fate in their dream nation. Astonishingly, youth that ought to know better, buy into their farce, and they begin to dream and talk of the great uprising that would set them free from the living hell Nigeria has become.

    Such dangerous beliefs led to the blooming of terrorist groups like Boko Haram, among others. The disillusioned youth becomes willing muscle to criminal masterminds in charge of such groups and he engages in bootless pursuits at the end of which he accomplishes some individualised goal – the satisfaction of sentiment, a murderous lust or material gain – which to him is everything.

    Eventually, he dies before his time; if he doesn’t, he morphs into the proverbial breathing corpse, who suddenly realises in his twilight, that, he had squandered God’s greatest gifts to him: life, talent and intellect.

    Then the smokescreen of youth and hastily prized platitudes begin to peter out and he realises, that, his miraculous talisman is a paltry plated coin – less suitable for the social transaction than a contemptible kobo.

    To prevent the manifestation of such youth, what evils should we set out to abolish in our modern society? We must answer the question: “What evils afflict us with misguided youth?” To this, I bet very many well-meaning people would cite ‘poverty.’

    Face to face, every day, with shameful contrasts of riches and destitution, high dividends and low wages, and the futility of trying to adjust the balance by means of charity, they would answer, that, they stand for the abolition of poverty.

    But poverty is merely a symptom, ignorance is the disease. The extremes of riches and destitution bloom inevitably upon the extremes of misgovernance and ignorance, by which the electorate are kept in bondage. We are not enslaved because we are poor; we are enslaved because we are ignorant.

    Every attempt to conceive a better ordering of society than the destructive, pitiless chaos, in which Nigeria has sunk, is by no means modern. It is as old as Plato, whose “Republic” set the model for the Utopias of subsequent philosophers and self-styled revolutionaries.

    Tribal bigots contemplate a new world in the light of an ideal. They claim to feel a great sorrow by the evils that characterise Nigeria, and they claim to be driven by an urgent desire to lead their ethnic groups to the realisation of the collective good.

    It is this desire which has been the primary force moving the pioneers of anarchism and horrid tyrannies – as it moved the creators of ideal commonwealths in the past.

    It is incense for suspicious revolutionaries claiming to fight for the interests of ethnic divides. In this, there is nothing new. What is new and unpardonably offensive is the pretension of such characters to heartfelt sorrow and shared grief in the suffering of the masses.

    This has enabled cynical and anarchist political movements to grow out of the frustrations and hopes of Nigeria’s youth and predominantly impressionable thinkers, whose thought processes and politics are anything but humane.

    This makes the agitation of the Nigerian separatists worrisome and markedly dangerous to the survival of the youth and the state.

    The process of re-sensitising the youth away from the establishment of chaos and genocide advocated by the bigoted will be greatly accelerated by the abolition of the current political order.

    However, this can only be achieved by the nation’s youth – who are unfortunately enthralled by the platitudes and desperate politics of Nigeria’s ruling class.

    It is no doubt the stock in trade of the latter to refer to violent uprisings in Egypt, Libya, Sudan, Iraq, Zanzibar, Tanganyika, India-Pakistan, Mali and parts of Asia among others, as worthy indicators of Nigeria’s need to follow suit.

    Whenever they dazzle with such informed commentary, tell them to lead the violence they advocate with their wives, children and closest relatives.

    Many activists, youth leaders and self-acclaimed political heroes today have their wives and children tucked away in secure schools and neighbourhoods abroad even as they goad impoverished, clueless youth back home to untimely doom.

    If it is true that there is an appreciable number of youth capable of powering revolts for ethnic self-determination, the end of which is the dissolution of Nigeria, why can’t the same youth power the social regeneration and reclamation of the state from the clutches of the predatory ruling class, ethnic bigots and dissolution activists?

    The current political dispensation and acute tribal bigotry must eventually yield to the influences of education and culture if the youth could aspire to progressive ideals. But such transformation calls for remarkable wisdom and tolerance.

     

  • Nigeria’s open secret

    Man’s karma travels with him, like his shadow. But karma is on nobody’s leash. The universe’s agent of cause and effect, deterrence and retributive justice, can neither be owned nor tethered. Unlike life, it doesn’t suffer the affliction of man’s dubious acquiescence to daunting, baleful bestiality oft summed up by the terse, intense statement: ’Life’s a bitch.”

    Karma is our open secret. In Nigeria, it is our sacred, secret space, ignored in plain sight. It becomes our temenos, ritual precinct of reward and deserts. In this divine, marked-off terrain, the moral code of the universe operates at its darkest and most mechanical – there are no emotive shingles of pardon or persuasion, just causes and effects, actions and consequences.

    In 1932, the great developmental psychologist Jean Piaget found that by the age of 6, children begin to believe, that, bad things that happen to them are punishments for bad things they had done. The Nigerian society, however, fights to subvert the karmic laws of cause and effect, and thus insulate individuals from the injurious effects of their vices and poor judgment.

    Local ‘gender activists,’ like their European and American role models, abandon more progressive causes to pervert the birth control and abortion debate, in bid to detach sex from morality and its natural consequences.

    Politics is equally rigged to reward greed, savagery, indolence, illegitimacy and so on.

    Lest we forget the pervasive political and economic crisis bedeviling the country. The nation’s woes originate from her moral lapses. Endemic poverty, substandard healthcare and education, ethnic and religious bigotry, bribery and other forms of corruption manifest by the society’s poverty of morals and humane ethics.

    Hence those guilty of corruption escape the consequences of their wrongdoing in connivance with a bland, treacherous government. The consequences of this anomaly are of course, better imagined – think Dasukigate, Mainagate, and so on.

    The frightful blooming of the Nigerian karma is a brazen incantation of debauchery’s triumph over morals. Desire trumps ethics on the watch of supposedly invincible oligarchs.

    The latter espouse raptorial power in rebuttal of patriot magic. Their awful energy incites the eerie flurry of Medusa’s reptilian hairlocks, entangling everyone and everything. From treasury looting, sponsorship of terrorism, to the elevation of random bigotries, the incumbent ruling class manifests as Nigeria’s worst comeuppance.

    Until recently, there was no punishment for the wicked and no deterrence for the corrupt. On President Goodluck Jonathan’s watch, Nigeria was pilfered silly. The country was persistently debauched by cliques and individuals.

    There was no good or evil. The cult of moral grayness bloomed on Jonathan’s watch. Thus our reality of chronic indebtedness and bankruptcy.

    Enter Muhammadu Buhari, incumbent President and leader of the All Progressives Congress (APC). Buhari suffers the flipside of karma – from his ascension to power and ouster by military coup in the 1980s, to his re-emergence as democratic President, the retired General from Daura, is widely appreciated and denounced along bigoted shoals of ethnic and religious extremism.

    In his first term, base sentimentality and impoverished logic of entitlement fostered by the ruling class and segments of the citizenry, afflicted Buhari with a clumsy cabinet; subtle cues abound therein, establishing incompetence and workings of unforgiving karma.

    Thus we have ministers whose appointments were hotly debated and questioned on basis of their shameful antecedents either as governors, commissioners and other capacities in public and private sectors.

    Four years after their appointment, these ministers can only manage a hobble along the clogged, swampy corridors of the APC’s castle of “Change.” Such individuals must be replaced with competent hands. Buhari’s next cabinet mustn’t bloom as yet another bower of ill-bliss.

    Contemporary legend contend that some of the outgoing ministers are victims of hubris and retribution trailing their emergence through vile, subterranean tactics. Such characters constitute impediment to national progress and his presidency – his personal inadequacies notwithstanding, if Buhari has a formidable team, his shortcomings as an administrator and leader wouldn’t be so bothersome.

    Lest we forget the country’s outgoing Eighth National Assembly and its lack of character. Lawmakers in the country’s upper and lower legislative chambers currently constitute a disgraceful burden to national purse and pride.

    But groupies of the ruling class would have none of that. Left to them, their cronies and benefactors in the current administration can do no wrong. In the scheme of things, not only are the corrupt saved from their just deserts, the worthy and true are punished for their uprightness and industry via burdensome levels of maladministration, taxation and bureaucratic ineptitude.

    In the ensuing moral sepsis, the ruling class treats equality as an ethical baseline even as it establishes prosperity and poverty as fortunate and unfortunate draws in Nigeria’s cosmic lottery. Thus public office metamorphoses to moral insult and government officials make concerted efforts, daily, to subvert progress.

    The most prescient portrait of the Nigerian character and our ultimate fate as a nation however, resonates Hedges’ apt commentary on Herman Melville’s allegorical portrayal of the American character in his literary classic, “Moby Dick.”

    Melville makes our murderous obsessions, our hubris, violent impulses, moral weakness and inevitable self-destruction visible in his chronicle of a whaling voyage. He is our foremost oracle. He is to us what William Shakespeare was to Elizabethan England or Fyodor Dostoyevsky to czarist Russia, argues Hedges.

    In truth, Nigeria is likable to the fictional ship, the Pequod. The ship’s crew is a mixture of races and creeds which is reflective of Nigeria’s heterogeneous society. The object of the hunt is a massive white whale, Moby Dick, which, in a previous encounter, maimed the ship’s captain, Ahab, by biting off one of his legs. The self-destructive fury of the quest, much like the Nigerian society’s inordinate dash for wealth, assures the Pequod’s destruction.

    While Ahab and his crew eventually gained awareness of their imminent doom, very few Nigerians appreciate from experience that our prevalent culture of acquisition, fostered by insatiable greed and based on cutthroat politics, extreme corporate profit and devastation of farmlands by oil exploration accelerates doom.

    Nigeria, like the Pequod’s crew, rationalises insanity, scorns prudence and bows slavishly before hedonism and greed. The society yields to the seductive illusion of unbounded luxury, wanton idolatry, limitless power and acclaim. Thus we unfurl to degenerate forces and systems of death.

    Those who foresee the impending doom lack the fortitude to rebel. Thus moral cowardice makes hostage of all. This shouldn’t encourage Buhari and his ruling class to scorn the subtle nudge of tact. History offers timeless lessons in the fate of Napolean, Hitler, Stalin, Joseph Mobutu (Mobutu Sese Seko), Saddam Hussein, to mention a few.

    These men rose to lead with positive intentions. In time, they did good but later got drunk with power, losing touch with reality, causing misery for many with their own fate sealed in the Karma of their actions.

    They forget that a movement toward the illicit, as Camille would say, produces a violent movement outward in desolation. We see the same pattern in the finale of Moby Dick, where Ahab’s attempt to pierce the heart of nature by harpooning the whale ends in tragedy and a vast, empty silence.

    Moby Dick eventually rams and sinks the Pequod. The waves swallow up Ahab and all who followed him, except one.

    Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it is dark.

     

     

     

  • The patriot as gelded horse

    The true patriot, like the Delphic oracle, is maddened by vapours. His dissent is incensed by fertile consciousness; having seen and felt the towering injustice of the predatory ruling class, he chooses to rebel.

    His rebellion, however, is neither funded nor fathered; like an androgynous earth mother, it self-fertilises without help from society’s captors and oppressors: the corrupt presidency, venal governors, legislators, and international NGOs with a bleeding heart. He understands that they are all spawns of the same ogress womb; carnivores of the same badlands.

    But society and peer, like their captors and oppressors, consider him victim of an errant demon. “Is he the only one? Must he rebel at all times?” they drone as he subjects all to the unforgiving spokes of his blind sight. Neither society nor its oppressors appreciate being derobed or called out, he would learn.

    Like the unappreciated hero, the true patriot is eventually abandoned. An outcast, he is constantly assaulted and stigmatised for lacking modern society’s essential traits of being: narrow-mindedness, base sentimentality, and a hankering to traverse gloomy straits. Then he must nurture a taste for funded outrage, lust for sullied money and political passivity.

    The true patriot is absent in Nigeria, perhaps because the nation thrives on inertia; submissiveness, bred by a culture of illusion, is exploited by demagogues, who present themselves as saviours to a groveling citizenry.

    Demogogues promise glory without sweat, success without sudor, and get significant segments of the citizenry, mostly youth, hung up on the fantasy of a world without hardship.

    Eventually, the youth discover that they had been conned; high-strung and embittered over the immateriality of their much coveted Eden, they become suicidal and apathetic.

    Such jadedness becomes a powerful element in ushering society’s submission to tyranny. It rids democracy of vibrancy, leaving it beleagured. It afflicts a nation with spiritless youth.

    Where the youth participate actively, they are unperturbed by pressing social concerns. Where they exhibit concern, they display scripted outrage. Their lack of political literacy makes them susceptible to a pitiful range of diversions, like demogoguery and platitudinous chant.

    Wolin would call them victims of imperial politics but I would call them unbidden offering on an altar of vultures.

    A spectre haunts Nigerian youths. Having entered an unholy alliance with the predatory ruling class, they do not constitute formidable opposition to scare corrupt leadership aright.

    Negative, emasculated passivity  flourishes, when the youth  subordinate themselves, unquestioningly, to the ruling class.  Playing passive requires extreme sacrifice; the docile youth, in fulfilling his role as gelded, amoral being, must silence his mind.

    His predicament worsens by the government’s willful perversion of pedagogy. Where education festers as an affliction, scholarship and enlightenment become empty phrases and foisters on Nigeria, an illiterate, passive youth.

    Through the depths of his affliction, however, the Nigerian youth is efficiently managed by his oppressors. The corporate hierarchy that holds government and the citizenry hostage, effectively manages the youth by keeping him ignorant and manipulable, via donations to youth-driven NGOs with cosmetic purposes, for instance.

    The government equally does its part in keeping the youth docile and deployable towards selfish ends. How? By destroying Nigeria’s educational foundation as well as the possibility of its rebirth.

    A foundering educational system accentuates ignorance and apathy, particularly among the youth, whose inherited task includes the fosterage and sustenance of democratic consciousness for national rebirth.

    An educated mind is a questioning mind, which conflicts with the whims of Nigeria’s oppressors. Public officers, irrespective of party affiliation, would rather see the citizenry stew in ignorance than enjoy quality education and attain true enlightenment, lest they begin to pulse with discontent over the status quo.

    Aspects of government policies and spending render the average youth poorly educated. This year’s education allocation, like previous years’ may not enjoy a rare boost beyond seven per cent of the national budget.

    President Muhammadu Buhari allocated a paltry 7.04% of the N8.6 trillion 2018 budget to the education sector, lower than the 26 percent recommended by the United Nations to enable nations adequately cater for rising education and development exigencies.

    But who knows? Buhari may eventually attain a rude awakening, and understand that Nigeria would appreciate at least an 18 per cent allocation to the education sector.

    His emergence as President-elect for the second time, constitutes a treat, and Buhari should make the best use of it.

    He should scorn the ‘highly informed, expert opinions’ that counsel an ‘expedient’ and ‘radical’ recourse to the policies foisted on us when ‘structural adjustment’ forced Nigeria to reduce spending on education, health, and infrastructure, among others.

    There is no way a team of government apologists comprising ex-journalists, politicians, lobbyists and party loyalists can effectively spin a precarious education budget for the second time. No degree of righteous umbrage and frosted psycho-babble could manage public dissent and discomfiture arising from such ill-advised spending.

    The bankruptcy of Nigeria’s economic and political systems are attributable to her comatose education sector, and an elite given free rein to organise education and society around ”predetermined answers to predetermined questions.”

    It doesn’t matter that the system has been effectively rigged to produce what many corporate hierarchies persistently cite as “unemployable graduates.”

    The few “employable” ones, are mostly scions of Nigeria’s leadership, and they are recruited from Ivy League and mushroom universities abroad, where they have been schooled only to fulfill responsibilites and find solutions that willpreserve the status quo.

    They are incapable of asking the broad, universal questions – staples of a deeply grounded, socially conscious educational process. Both “employable” and “unemployable” graduates were never equipped to challenge the superficial and deepest assumptions of Nigeria’s decadent economic and political culture.

    They can neither discern nor convincingly evaluate, superficial aspects of popular culture vis-a-vis the harsh realities of political and economic mismanagament.

    They are ignorant, because they had never been taught to condemn and scorn human nature’s propensity for moral grayness, when confronted with a choice between good and evil.

    Lacking a contemplative spirit, they do not understand why Socrates identified all virtues as forms of knowledge and why such knowledge may foster privileged civilisation.

    To train someone to manage an account for Goldman Sachs or PriceWater HouseCoopers, Hedges would argue, is to educate him or her in a skill. To train them to debate experiential, systemic, and humanist ways of grappling with reality, however, is to educate them in values and morals.

    Indeed, a culture that mistakes management techniques for wisdom, and fails to understand that the true measure of a civilisation is its compassion, not its speed at conquest and consumption, spiritedly condemns itself to death.

    Humaneness is the product of enlightenment, a comprehensive, adequately funded, and supervised educational process,but Nigeria’s leadership are ignorant of such civilisation. They are products of society’s moral void.

    Blinded by greed and bigotries, they neglect the gaping inadequacies of the country’s educational policies and spending, to service enduring, institutionalised corruption, like outrageous executive, legislative and judicial salaries.

    Buhari could midwife an unforgettable, far-reaching civilisation by treading the path less taken. An 18 per cent budgetary allocation, or thereabouts, to the education sector, followed by an eagle-eyed monitoring of “projects,” could yet trigger Nigeria’s progressive rebirth.

     

     

     

     

  • An education anthem

    The illusion of progress becomes a bane to development, where a nation’s leadership, pawns her sovereignty for hefty tokens from the industrial complex.

    Where such malady subsists, the government becomes lackey to big business and provides little more than technical expertise for corporations and business elites bereft of ethics and a concept of the common good.

    The government, beholden to corporate hegemony, preaches resilience to the average Nigerian. To be resilient, however, is to be pliable, docile, exploitable.

    Resilience is touted as the core value of Nigerian culture hence the term, “suffering and smiling,” to which millions of Nigerians earnestly subscribe to.

    The highest form of patriotism is presumably attained where dissent is smothered by the racket of “national progress.” All we need is the right attitude, the willingness to be politically-correct.

    Political campaigns of national rebirth are built around this idea of subjugating the self to national interest. This involves the creation and amplification of slogan over substance, E.g. “Good People, Great Nation,” and material over mind, as reflective in the country’s “cash for vote” culture.

    Sloganeering thus attains the depth of a religious revival; chants are composed to trigger sentiments. The political and business elites and agents obligated to them, assist them in preying on the populace; journalists, advocacy gurus and civil societies, among others play muscle in this moral and emotional carnage.

    For instance, a fawning press highlights the political class’ pillaging of public treasury as beneficial investment relations and courting of foreign investors. Hence the photosplash of grinning, esurient governors signing bilateral trade agreements with foreign investors.

    The most crucial details are often left out of the reportage: like the fact that most of those agreements are legitimised ponzi schemes, geared to fleece unsuspecting states and citizenry of Nigeria’s collective wealth.

    Despite her vast oil riches and promise of economic growth, Nigeria has failed to lift her people out of extreme poverty over the past three decades. The World Bank’s 2017 Atlas of Sustainable Development Goals, revealed that 35 million more Nigerians were living in extreme poverty (living on less than $1.90 a day) in 2013 than in 1990.

    While the World Bank and sister organisations are oft criticised for releasing damning ‘reports’ and ‘revelations’ borne of malicious intent, its recent SDG report is worth contemplation at the backdrop of Nigerian leadership’s frenetic plundering of the nation’s wealth for a privileged few.

    A recent revelation served up another reminder of how much malfeasance costs the country. Emails leaked by anti-corruption charities, Global Witness and Finance Uncovered, suggested that a $1.3 billion payment by two multinationaloil corporations in 2011 for a lucrative but undeveloped Nigerian oilfield, never went to the public trust for which it was intended. Instead, almost all of the money, nearly half of that year’s national education budget, was divvied up as kickbacks between high-ranking government officials, notes Yomi Kazeem.

    Such flagrant abuse of public office is possible where the citizenry are apathetic to governance issues and ingratiated by an institutionalised culture of corruption.

    There is no gainsaying Nigeria suffers the lack of a humane culture and progressive educational system.

    Matthew Arnold’s 1869 treatise, Culture and Anarchy, holds that a broad knowledge of culture, “the best that has been thought and said,” would provide standards to resist the errors and corruptions of contemporary life and ask the broad moral and social questions.

    Sadly, most universities have become high-priced status enhancers and occupational training centers. As Donoghue writes, prestige is the paramount commodity. Hence the obsession with Ivy League schools’ certificates, and First Class degrees.

    The latter should be seen as mere appendages, offering leverage by which the graduate or individual could assert his worth or value to his immediate and larger society.

    Where the individual is found wanting in morality, professional and personal ethics, he becomes retrograde to the rebuilding process. Where he is considered amenable or subservient to national goals, an illusion of progress is fostered and celebrated. The truth, however, is that such individual accepts tyranny of the political party and leadership in power.

    In Nigeria, party vanities and public officers’ selfish whims are perennially disguised as ‘national interest’ and are aggressively pursued by a misappropriation of national resources.

    Whatever the devastation wrought on the state and the populace, in their pursuit of such selfish interests, politicians and the party in power expect the citizenry to maintain a stiff upper lip. They are expected to buy into the fantasy of progress, promised at the end of the pillage.

    The Nigerian crisis is a human crisis. The foundation for progress is non-existent in the country because the human elements that should construct such eonian monument are inherently corrupt.

    Consequently, we have a ruling class that is essentially, degenerate, predatory in nature, and a working class that religiously fulfills the role of a docile, self-flagellating lower brute.

    A recourse to educational foundations, in the light of Arnold’s 1869 treatise, would Nigeria’s interest, given that herformal and informal education process is theoreticallyand practically defective.

    Western scholarship, religious education and ethics have been so corrupted, that, they evolve like communicable diseases – neutering culture and claiming lives, for the sake of a few relative truths, idiosyncrasies and currency.

    The enlightenment we flaunt is basically a ghost of human education. Under its foul stench, we fight a lost battle for survival against politicised corruption, social strife and entrepreneurial selfishness.

    Nigeria regresses by lack of honest and broadly cultured men. Patience, humility, integrity, honesty, good breeding and taste spring from proper learning and culture.

    It’s about time we engaged in pursuit and dissemination of knowledge devoid of loose and careless logic. The final product of our educational system must be neither a  medical doctor, nor journalist but a learned and humane patriot.

    To produce such men and women, our learning process must be borne of pure, practicable ideals and broad, inspiring ends of living. Not desperate, sordid, money-grabbing sound bites.

    True knowledge essentially translates to being an emissary of truth, hope, superior culture and progress. It is never simply to teach breadwinning, furnish teachers for the public schools or vocation for the unemployed. It should above all, bean appendage of that fine adjustment between what Du Bois calls reality and the growing knowledge of life. An improvement of civilisation and solution to its seemingly intractable problems.

    Thus the end product of our educational process must have learned to work for the glory of his or her calling, not simply for pecuniary gains. The intellectual must think for truth and progress, not for fame or the applause of the gallery.

    This is attainable by conscious endeavour. President Muhammadu Buhari could start by laying the foundation for such a monument. He should improve Nigeria’s education budget beyond the disgraceful 7% fraction as allocated in the last two years.

    Then he could supervise the founding and redesignation of the primary school for the secondary, and the comprehensive high school for the polytechnic, university and teacher training colleges.

    If we could successfully weave such a progressive and connected process, we could establish an educational system and not a distortion of it.

    More significantly, we could establish the Nigeria of our dreams, where the survival of the fittest shall mean the triumph of the humane, enlightened and true.

     

     

  • Elite scum and other abstraction

    Elitism fades to melodrama, where the elite, misappropriates the role of a revolutionary, and considers himself greater than the state.

    In his struggle to usurp privileges and power, he inflicts misery on ordinary citizens, those whose predicament allegedly triggered his discontent.

    “For the love of country” becomes his arrant lie, the falsity that becomes his slogan. Thus, this minute, Nigeria pulses to duplicitous rant. Having lost or seen their favourite candidate lose at the last general elections, cliques and criminal masterminds among the nation’s elite are going for broke.

    These characters, comprising top clerics, political and business leaders and failed aspirants, have resorted to spite, couching their dissonant vibes in the language of patriots. For instance, they would claim to condemn President Muhammadu Buhari’s anti-corruption fight ‘for the love of country.’

    Too much of such duplicity is discernible in the exploits of militant warlords of Nigeria’s delta and north-east regions – many whose ‘hardcore’ agitation had been seen to extinguish, soon after they got ‘settled’ by the ruling class or power brokers aligned to the former.

    The incumbent elite, despite his pageantry of poise and mantra, answers to a more frantic form of savagery than militant terrorists and warlords; ultimately, he affects the passion of a wildling.

    Ferocity manifests as crucial aspects of his passion, the clique culture, authoritarianism, and sense of entitlement characteristic of his class. Its a precursor to rite of Nigeria’s rape cycle.

    The country’s elite is morally ambivalent. He pays lip-service to patriotism even as his provocative ‘purity’ incites filth in its wake. Stripped of his slogan, his passion betrays neither breadth, nor depth. It is barely individuated from the insensitivity and grotesqueness resonant of the primeval gladiator arena.

    His passion connotes moral emptiness. What Paglia would liken to the still heart of a geode, rimmed with crystalline teeth. His platitudinous chant are disguised as a series of soothing gestures, like rubbing a lantern to make a genie appear.

    In truth, he weaponises a dark sentiment, luring the masses into a dark cycle of sadomasochism. His exaggerated gestures and confessions of love, are an assertion of savage lust. He moots no selflessness or sacrifice, only refinements of domination.

    Beneath the glitter and ire of his platitudinous chants, however, subsists a frantic hankering for privileges and spoils of power.

    Gold plated doors and sofas. Plastered walls and Venetian glass. Platinum pumps and home theatre. Spring locks, expensive cars and wine cellars. Offshore villas and bank accounts; trophy wives and concubines among other things, symbolise the good life; according to the contemporary elite.

    Civilisation, as Thoreau would say, has been improving our houses and husks, but it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. In Nigeria, the “civilised” or sophisticated elite’s pursuits are no worthier than the barbarian’s.

    He spends the greater part of his life in pursuit and acquisition of affluence. At the prime of his life or apex of his growth, he becomes a President, Governor, industry titan, religious leader and “very successful” activist or media consultant, among others. Essentially, he becomes “rich” in societal terms.

    But for all his touted affluence, he remains inherently poor; a consequence of his poverty of intellect and mind. This manifests as his handicap, which extends beyond the familiar trope of the human forelock or Intelligent Quotient (I.Q.) thus his alarming vanities and incompetencies.

    Take for instance, the abject horror the nation’s political elite perpetuates in the name of governance and provision of decent shelter or “affordable and low-cost housing for all.”

    Via such “citizenry-centred” and over-celebrated efforts, they brazenly embezzle public fund. The political elite, thereby, perpetrates a two-pronged atrocity with chain reactions: it defaults in its promise of “affordable, low-cost housing” and subjects the citizenry to untold hardship, characterised by homelessness and the burgeoning of slum republics prevalent in Nigeria’s high-profile cities.

    To this, not a few elitists in government and their apologists within and outside the corridors of power, would argue, that it is not the duty of the government to provide housing for all.

    They would argue, that, the government couldn’t provide decent shelter for all even if it tried. Then they would seek refuge in the workings of capitalism which purportedly provides for every man to fend for himself, according to his means.

    They would pertinently state, that, the persistent failures of their class to facilitate an acceptable human state of affairs in the country are hardly unforgivable failures. They would claim that they merely add up to their inability to fulfill their constitutional obligations due to the “Nigerian factor” and because doing so, would impose avoidable inconveniences on them.

    They would also argue, that, it would be essentially, inexpedient, to fulfill their statutory responsibilities, given the unstable and feral nature of Nigeria’s democracy.

    Simply put, it is the moral character that breaks down. How many Nigerians can afford to pay between N9 million or N15 million to acquire the two and three-bedroom contraptions shamelessly splattered across the “affordable and low-cost housing estates?”

    Only party chieftains, cronies and associates of serving public officers are able to afford such conveniences at ludicrous rates. Once they acquire them, they put them up for lease, at rates that would make Shakespeare’s Shylock, a saint.

    Even in the primeval epoch, every family owned a shelter sufficient for its coarse and simple wants. Today, in Nigeria’s towns and cities, where civilisation supposedly prevails, the fraction of those who own houses is negligible.

    The rest pay an annual rent that renders them impoverished and barely able to feed and clothe, let alone attempt the ownership of a house.

    The Nigerian elite cares less about such issues than about getting one of its own into power. Its members are loyal not to posterity and ideas, but to the pursuit and attainment of wealth and power by any means.

    In an ostensibly capitalist country, these self-styled vanguards of private enterprise espouse and brazenly perpetrate an oppressive social philosophy, that, upholds the existence of the average Nigerian as an imperceptible social organism—a view which implies that his needs are not valid instruments for perceiving social reality and improving it.

    So doing, they project themselves as the chosen few supposedly endowed with special insight and ability to direct others. This implies the existence of an elite foundation of knowledge and aristocracy; a socio-political arrangement inaccessible to logic and beneath the mind.

    Notwithstanding its astounding rise to relevance, the Nigerian elite will be toppled off its high horse sooner than it can ever imagine. This is unavoidable in spite of the citizenry’s seeming docility and apathy.

    The elites are probably unaware, that they have lost the weaponry that guaranteed their rise to eminence and made all of their conquests possible: idealism and morality. They lost both precisely at the height of their acclaim, since their claim to either value was a fraud; the evident realities of their politics demonstrate the brute illogicality and cruelty of their social code and gospel of sacrifice.

    The country’s elite do not preach sacrifice as a temporary means to some desirable and lasting end. Sacrifice is their end—the sacrifice of the lives of others.

    It’s about time the ‘others’ reclaimed their lives.

     

  • Moghalu’s faux lyrical

    Infant lust flaunts deceptive grandeur. It imbues many a man with false sense of self-worth. It goads the ‘worthy,’ leading him by the ego, through providence’s unforgiving labium, till he drowns in pridefulness’ treacherous fount.

    Infant lust has derisory simplicity. En route the last general elections, it corrupted the young aspirant’s rousing chorus.

    It tarnished, for instance, supposedly promising candidate, Kingsley Moghalu’s clarion call; pitching it, like Theodore Roethke’s ‘Elegy for Jane,’ where the bear-like poet, with petrifying, thunderous zest, approaches a delicate being in dangerous nearness.

    Picture Moghalu as the bard, and Nigeria as the ill-fated subject and object of his lust.

    Few weeks ago, Moghalu waxed poetic, faux lyrical if you like, bemoaning Nigeria’s blooming dystopia.

    “There is little to convince anyone that Nigeria values life. If it is not communal clashes, it is tankers and trailers. If it is not malaria, it is cholera…If it is not armed robbers, it is Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS),” he lamented to applause, at the TEDx forum in Maitama, Abuja.

    Fast forward to the end of the presidential elections, and the hitherto swashbuckling aspirant of the Young Progressive Party (YPP) and former Deputy Governor (DG) of the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN) came 14th, polling a measly 21,886 votes against familiar contenders, Muhammadu Buhari’s 15.2 million and Atiku Abubakar’s 11.2 million votes.

    Moghalu is distraught. If he would fail, it shouldn’t be by such ridiculous margin. After all, he was elite-Nigeria’s chosen child, the face of a new, progressive Nigeria.

    Speaking with Arise News TV, recently, he said: “The biggest disappointment was with the youths. The youth vote was absent. They make a lot of noise, they rant and rail but you will not see them on the voting day. And when they vote, they don’t vote in line with their rhetoric.”

    Consequently, Moghalu announced his withdrawal from partisan politics, in order to commit to a movement called, To Build A Nation (TBAN), “a citizens’ movement that will campaign for electoral reform and engage in voter education. Those are the two things this democracy needs if it is to survive,” he said.

    His touted panacea hardly addresses Nigeria’s major afflictions. It smacks of common aspirants’ over-exploited lifeboat solutions.

    As Nigeria careens dangerously by policy failure, lax regulations, insecurity and inadequate investment in the comatose education and health sectors, Moghalu could only knock sweetened banality against the ruling party, APC and its arch rival, PDP’s washed-out bromides on national unity, a vibrant economy, privatisation of the NNPC and security.

    Throughout his campaign, he focused on the political and business elite, students, churchgoers, and supposedly evolved segments of the youth divide. Then his candidacy, presumably, received a remarkable fillip at his endorsement by Nobel Laureate, Wole Soyinka’s Citizens’ Forum.

    But endorsements alone, do not win elections, he would learn. Of course, like other candidates, he enjoys the inalienable right to vie for elective office, but he has no right of entitlement to any public office beyond that granted him by the privilege of popular votes.

    What did he expect? A YPP walkover? About 10-12 million watertight votes in the kitty?

    Like too many cub aspirants, and the PACT collective, Moghalu nursed a fantasy of disrupting the status quo but that was all it was, a futile dream.

    His weaponisation of dejection at his loss, however, manifests ominously; his attack on the youths reveals unheralded aspects of his character. The presidency isn’t a ripe carrot at the end of a stick, nor is it some reward to be earned at the end of a task. Moghalu lusted for the presidential seat but he didn’t earn it.

    His candidacy manifested as an emotive caress, on random youth segments. Even Nobel Laureate, Soyinka, was smitten by his swagger.

    Of course, his party and supporters knew he stood no chance against the devilry and spending power of the big parties, but they idealised his candidacy and romanticised the likelihood of his victory all the same.

    While canvassing for votes, he boasted that he would achieve a lot in four years “largely with the mechanism of four offices: the office of national strategy, the national office of risk management, the office of performance management and the office of human capital development…We’ll run Nigeria like a corporation. I’ll smash a lot of toes. If your toe is stopping progress in this country, I’m going to be your enemy,” he said.

    Yet Moghalu could not articulate, convincingly, what positive impact his ‘four offices’ would have on riverine poetry in the Delta, and the impoverished communities of Sankwala; he couldn’t assert what relief it would bring to terror-stricken, displaced, and orphaned children of Bama and Doron Baga, beyond lyricism and lip-service.

    Of course, he ‘made great sense’ to his elite patrons and endorsers but did he make as much sense to the cart-pusher, the commercial sex worker, peasant farmer, commercial bus conductor, unemployed youth, political hooligan and market woman of the sidewalk?

    He squandered a rare chance to connect across social strata. While the big parties engaged in familiar, cut-throat, monetised politics, Moghalu failed to seize his big opportunity, to establish his presence across Nigeria’s boondocks and suburbs, in order to get the votes that would count, come 2023 polls.

    Instead, he retreated into esoteric enclaves, bandying platitudinous chant to the applause of a fawning crowd.

    If he had won the election, he would have emerged as a pawn and associate of a corporate power structure that he had never been taught to question. He would have ascended as a president capable of looking down, with thinly veiled contempt, on sprawling segments of an illiterate populace irreconcilable to the ‘superior’ mechanisms of his ‘four’ special ‘offices.’

    Moghalu should quit blaming the youths for his abysmal failure at the polls. It’s about time he owned his flaws. Like Hedges’ delusive elites, he chanted a private dialect that manifested as noise to large segments of the youth divide.

    Next time out, he may ditch that cloistered dialect, to achieve a synergy of boondocks lingo and his elevated accent of the elites. An exclusive resort to the latter, would only earn him avertable defeat, come 2023, if he still has the stamina to compete.

    Moghalu should avoid the company and endorsements of corporate con artists and economists, who, having rigged our financial system and industry to serve their selfish interests, laboured to repel Buhari’s anti-corruption drive.

    Yea, Buharism isn’t perfect; the more reason why Nigeria needs the likes of Moghalu to march in virtual lock-step with him in policies and ideology, offering constructive criticisms, uncompromisingly, and with clinical depth.

    The organised dialect of the rostrum reinforces the elitism’s narrow education. It seeks to preserve the predatory nouveau riche raring to usurp power and privileges from Nigeria’s calcified, sit-tight oligarchs.

    It’s about time Moghalu and his ilk jumped into the trenches, to feel and see through electorate skin and eyes. So doing, they may unlearn elite bias, and attain reality’s higher learning.

     

  • Kindling wet wood

    The Nigerian youth forges his bad karma. The want of bread disturbs his peace, but in pursuit of bread, he guns for gold and perverse glamour. Modesty succumbs to vile, honesty deserts his heart and the beaming brightness of good forsakes our bothersome neighbourhoods.

    The demolition of Nigeria is ongoing. And it is being perfected by the most useful agents of hope or destruction; the youth. But as Nigeria ruins, we ruin too. The much romanticized promise of our generation manifests as a pathetic lie we inherited from our forbears. Today, we tell it to each other in the thick of despair for false hope and cheap comfort.

    The history of our generation will be one continuous disaster from one time-line to the next, if we do not change. But change is what dream of it. It is what we make it out to be. Change is what we make of will. Have we such will that ignites dying embers to scorching hearths of hope and unquenchable ardour?

    It is the malady of this age that the youth are too busy preaching that they have no time left to learn or grow. It is a sad manifestation of stunted growth that most evolve into foetal adults and spend the rest of their lives seeking the comfort of what Ayn Rand aptly sums up as “life boats.”

    It is even more disheartening to see many more adopt as a favourite past time, the anticipation of doom for our fatherland; they chant with emphatically, that, “This country is doomed,” and “Nigeria is finished.”

    The Igbo youth laments his persistent marginalisation from the scheme of things. He believes Nigeria is skewed to work against him and fellow Igbo because his peers from other ethnic groups are wary of his touted acumen, industry, courage and political savvy.

    The Hausa youth believes he has inalienable right to reign supreme and lord it over his peers, irrespective of merit considerations. And the Yoruba youth, goaded by sentiments of his perceived higher wisdom, towering depth in diplomacy, culture and politics, believes, that he is entitled to the best the country has to offer, on a platter of gold.

    Every youth desperately perpetuates his sense of victimhood and entitlement. The idea is to keep whining until he gets lucky and appropriate an immense portion of the proverbial national cake – with minimal exertion and at no cost.

    We are increasingly handicapped by greed and lack of creed. By creed, I mean a coherent and specific set of goals, a consistent series of norms according to which society is to be remade.

    Since we have learnt to blame the ruling class for everything, what is it that we want from them? We don’t need their permission to make something of the world where they have failed but we still live our lives seeking their permission to evolve positively in our own interest.

    It takes courage to evolve a humane ideology and establish it. We haven’t the courage and the will, and this interferes with our ability to accomplish progressive change. More worrisome are our violent attempt to be radical; eventually they resonate too feebly, like a kind of rudderless activism.

    This was reflective in the attitude of certain youth segments during the last general elections. Mistaking hooliganism for “higher political awareness” or “being woke,” they harassed their peers and the elderly, for not rooting for their candidate.

    Their devilry knew no bounds on and off the social media in particular, there, they frantically sought for votes for self-styled messiahs, whose only unique selling points (USPs) were their exaggerated sense of self-worth. Extravagant sections of the press called them titans. But they were no titans. They were simply merchants of rot, who emerged to clothe dross as gold and filth in newer, fanciful packs.

    Leading a motley pack of rabid followers, they condemned the incumbent ruling class to frantic applause. But soon after they spoke in brilliant, rousing cadences, their platitudes started to trail off in confusion.

    Today, their language echoes like the battle-cries of four-year-olds playing war Generals against an army of hostile corn stalks. Having provoked the citizenry’s dormant passion with deceptive dialectics, as the election wore on, their passion was shown for what it was, the spunk of beetles kindling wet wood.

    Most youth candidates failed to shine at the last general elections because their gospel of hope was untranslatable by realistic yardsticks. They spoke the same gibberish as the oligarchs they sought to unseat. Ultimately, they brought nothing new to the table, save a slew of platitudes and tiresome rhetoric.

    For instance, some other dizzy candidate promised to turn marijuana into a national revenue earner and establish a N100, 000 national minimum wage package for the country in a manner reminiscent of the All Progressives Congress (APC) and the People’s Democratic Party (PDP)’s lifeboat solutions. Another promised to rescue the Chibok girls, eradicate terrorism and entrench gender equality without a practical blueprint for achieving such.

    Eventually, their desperate rants and promises established them as dangerous daydreamers, who could, and would, rip apart a nation already fragmented and ruined by bigotries, maladministration and plunder.

    Such is the quality of the Nigerian youth – the ‘politically woke” and most vocal segment to be precise. They identify all that is wrong with Nigeria but they are never specific about what must be done to correct them.

    It is relatively easy to join a picket line and tirelessly castigate our elders and ruling class for everything that is wrong with our lives but these actions, while they demonstrate frustration, in some instances even heroism, deal generally with symptoms of· our problems and not the solutions.

    All the picket lines in the world will not resolve maladies of fraudulent and impatient youth, greed, racism, disillusionment with learning and substandard education.

    Yeah, bad news is in the air. We worry and gripe about it. Bloggers and columnists rant about it. We have even learnt to joke about it. But it’s time we do something about it.

    It takes so much effort to be cynical and vengeful, let us channel such efforts into more profitable enterprise, like visionary politics, honest labour and reorientation.

    It’s about time we projected more progressive views of our world. Let us begin to seek the upright amongst us. They aren’t so hard to find. They are the paltry few we love to haze and deride for being too “conservative,” “stupid” and “pretentious.”

    They believe in justice, equality and the rule of law. They are pious without being self-righteous. They are responsible, tolerant, and in many ways, more evolved.

    We need such breed of youth to drive a practicable and all-inclusive plan; a proposal of shared targets and intentions with broad based support and the moral and political will to implement its mechanisms and ends with profound understanding of law, governance methods, economics and social organisation of humane statehood.

    Without these, we will continue to flounder in the sea of well-meaning but ineffective good intentions.

    These are dark days for the Nigerian youth. We are going through a particularly unpleasant form of hell but it’s a hell that we have made for ourselves by our ghastly greed, laziness and inarticulateness. But we’ve still got youth on our side.

     

  • The dog, the dog-walker, and the waist-bead

    The freedom of the bead is oft impeded by the voluptuous hip. Thus is the paradox of the threaded bead, ageless bejeweller of the luscious waist.

    Beads on their own may seem attractive, astonishing perhaps, but when they are threaded together on a string, they lose the freedom to skitter around as they please.

    Think of the youth as the bead, the voluptuous hip as the government, a political party, big business or non-profit. The bead undoubtedly kowtows to the tyranny of luscious hips.

    A cursory look around will reveal the pervasive rot and shamelessness of Nigeria’s youth, save a few visionary cohort.

    When you see the feverish scramble by most youths and youth groups for patronage by political parties, local and international political interest groups, and non-profits to mention a few, the stench of fraudulence hits you; its rank smell, redolent of the stink faeces make in a clogged latrine.

    The youth should, ideally, evolve and grow into the much hackneyed but romanticised roles of the ‘leaders of tomorrow,’ but for inexcusable greed, that has turned too many questionable, self-acclaimed radicals into racketeers and seekers of unearned benefits.

    Like the crooked activist, who eventually ditches activism to display ‘table manners,’ they circumvent ethical boundaries and embrace the “Naija way” of “running things.”

    Money talks, corruption works; most youths frantically learn and intone the language of the game. They have learnt to agitate shrilly and in all ugliness, until they are courted, funded and co-opted by the predatory ruling class, whose stranglehold presumably incites their discontent, usually at 11th hour to the general elections.

    Then they emerge from the woodwork to support or contest ‘practical’ and ‘impractical’ causes.

    It is alright to support a cause or supposedly noble ideology but at what cost? Many youths, driven by funded activism, continually scorn ethics, societal mores to support or attack a policy, personality or cause.

    Like Arundhati Roy would say, “I’m not against people being funded—because we’re-running out of options, but we have to understand, ‘Are you walking the dog or is the dog walking you? Who’s the dog and who are you?”

    The Nigerian youth is unquestionably the dog, and he is definitely being walked.

    From Boko Haram’s bloody terrorism, seasonal electoral violence to persistent herdsmen attacks across the country, the youth, mostly underclass, perpetrate a cycle of violence, mugging and hacking each other to death, in a senseless carnage. And everything thing is paid for.

    The latter constitute the muscle and mob continually unleashed, as appendage to compromised law enforcers, by the country’s oligarchs, whose quest is to retain political power and privileges at all cost.

    The ruling class funds the repression, murder and incarceration of inflexible dissenters; even as they patronise and hurl money at those whose tenor of dissent is amenable to their wiles and leash of cash.

    Money shaves the edge off the most virulent activist till he ends up as what the Yoruba would call, ekun inu iwe (paper tiger) or that the Indians would call, paaltu sher, which means tamed tigers.

    Supposedly wiser youth coalesce into a pretend resistance, revolutionary impostors, like the electoral paper weight, Presidential Aspirants Coming Together (PACT); ultimately, they ignite with sparks that sodden coal make amid a storm.

    There is no gainsaying Nigeria’s demographic bulge seems in favour of youths, the country is relatively young. Going by the estimates for both males and females, the median age of the country is estimated between 17.9 to 18.4 years of age, even as the vast majority of youths are unskilled, underemployed, and unemployed.

    A major implication of this situation, is that, the youth are unsuited to serve as the vanguard of truly progressive politics and practical governance that the country deserves.

    Where they are co-opted into mainstream politics, they are consigned to the fringes and enslaved to a leash of tokenism powered by the so-called “me-first politics” or “stomach infrastructure.”

    Kwame Nkrumah, Aminu Kano, Obafemi Awolowo, Nnamdi Azikiwe, Nelson Mandela, Ahmadu Bello, Mahatma Ghandi and Anthony Enahoro among others, emerged as leaders of their countries in their 20s and 30s, due to their immense sacrifices and unflinching devotion to the collective good.

    In sharp contrast, the modern Nigerian youth, or politically ‘woke’ youth, if you like, personifies a dud joke. At the last general elections, while millions of illiterate voters played pawn to the problematic oligarchs, supposedly ‘woke’ youths united on the PACT platform to produce a consensus presidential candidate.

    It was a given, however, that PACT would fall apart. Its initial language was untranslatable by realistic yardsticks; cohorts spoke the same gibberish as the oligarchs. Ultimately, they brought nothing new to the table, save a slew of platitudes and tiresome rhetoric, vigorously broadcast on social media.

    Still, the joke persists in contemporary circuits, that, the battle to free Nigeria from the vicious grip of the oligarchs, would be fought and won in social space, and by the cudgels and blades of ‘woke’ youth.

    This notion sprouts from ideological fields at home and abroad, where pasture, copse and tributary of thought, flourish from sickly seeds of violence and death.

    While Africa and Nigeria’s founding fathers, shed sweat, towering intellect and rigorous man hours to actualise their nationalistic dreams, the contemporary ‘woke’ youth experiments with brawn, rogue reverse intellectualism and lip service.

    Yet being ‘woke’ is next to being a deity in contemporary youth circuits. It confers on the ‘woke’ a colossal ego, an exaggerated sense of awareness and idolatry of fawning peer. Hence the revolutionary chants wielded to inflame the polity via Facebook, Twitter, and shades of mainstream and manipulable media, at election time.

    Beneath the radical chants, however, subsists an immoderate hankering for money, fast cars and other material things. This translates to a morbid race against time, to acquire wealth by ‘woke’ young assassins and political thugs, internet scammers (Yahoo Boys), and prostitutes, to mention a few.

    As you read, youths with key-pad confidence are pounding away on their mobile phones, iPads and computers; they are done mouthing off and tormenting virtual space with insolent gibberish, about not being too young too run.

    This minute, they are obsessing about the next ‘insane’ reality show, to borrow their lingo. The filthier the show, the merrier.

    The elections are over hence they are done standing on barrel-heads to spout and be seen. They are done crucifying Muhammadu Buhari. They will obsess about trendy filth in real time.

    Apparently, we suffer a throwback to the era that launched a trend in which Nigerians became preoccupied with themselves more than the survival of the nation.

    What Joshua Lubin identifies as the “Me” decade has indeed, recoiled inward rather than concern itself with crucial national issues, like national progress and ethical rebirth.

    The Nigerian youth betrays self. Poverty, selfish politicians and unemployment are cited as reasons for the betrayal. True, the society betrays the youth by the hour but it’s about time we stopped repaying perfidy with perfidy.

    It’s about time we evolved dependable and practicable means of creating and instituting a leadership and culture of citizenship that we could trust.

    Only then can we attain progressive rebirth. How?

     

  • The ‘Coding’ fallacy

    Over the past few years, the idea that computer programming or “Coding” is the key to Africa’s unemployment and development problems has bloomed across the continent.

    In Nigeria, the bug catches on in real time. The desire to make coding a “new basic” skill for all Nigerians has driven the formation of coding schools, non-profit concerns and policy cultures.

    It’s amusing to see governors presiding over states with inadequately funded schools, barely stocked and mostly empty libraries, underpaid teachers, make a public show of giving indigent pupils scholarships to participate in coding workshops.

    Coding is just another gimmick from the digital cult of distraction. As Rojek points out, it masks the real stagnation of life, hiding its decomposition behind thick layers of sheen and contrived glitter.

    The coding movement, like previous forms of distraction, seduces us to engage in imitative but ill-suited enlightenment. It asks and deflects in one breath, what Hedges would call, the moral questions arising from mounting social injustice, growing inequalities, costly imperial wars, economic collapse, and political corruption.

    We live in a world were education is continually mauled and reconstructed to be market-friendly. Thus the recent fascination with coding, the notion that Africa and Nigeria’s children and youth will profit by the over-hyped precepts and algorithms of programming – it’s all part of a corporately-managed Nirvana, tentacles of the same calamari.

    Critics of the coding train allege that its primary goal is to increase the number of programmers on the market and thus trigger a regime of dismal wages, even as tech companies smile to the banks.

    Many parents, too, are encouraging their children to learn to code. The recent boom in kids coding classes draws attention to public perceptions that coding is a crucial part of children education.

    The attainment of coding skills by children, the girl-child and housewives, in particular, has been fetishized as the panacea to societal problems even though the promoters of such cause are aware that the provision of well stocked libraries, stable electricity supply, standard school science laboratories, well-paid teachers, food security, and humane public health policies, among others would the cited beneficiaries greater good.

    Coding, as promoted by STEM-based learning programmes, is sold as the major guarantee of employability now and in the future in an industry that seems to be growing and evolving more rapidly than we can keep up. But is this the reality? As Myranda Leigh Harris would ask, how many more coders could we possibly need?

    The fact remains that barely half of high school and university students who major in science, technology, engineering or math-related subjects secure employment in their field after graduation.

    That certainly casts doubt on the idea that there is a “skills gap” between workers’ abilities and employers’ needs, notes Kate Miltner Ph.D candidate in Communication, University of Southern California, Annenberg School for Communication and Journalism.

    Speaking on America’s coding culture, she says: “Concerns about these disparities has helped justify investment in tech education over the past 20 years. As millions of dollars flow to technology companies in the name of education, they often bypass other major needs of U.S. schools.

    “Technology in the classroom can’t solve the problems that budget cuts, large class sizes and low teacher salaries create. Worse still, new research is finding that contemporary tech-driven educational reforms may end up intensifying the problems they were trying to fix. Who will benefit most from this new computer science push? History tells us that it may not be students.”

    Indeed, the jury is out over the real beneficiaries of the coding train. A cursory look around would reveal that most of the non-profits advancing the coding train are affiliated to big business and trust funds’ handout list. There has to be something wrong in that, right?

    Yet the frantic quest to acquire programming skills may be unnecessary. Using traditional terminology, data scientist, Kady M, analyses why programming newbies comprising students and 30-something-year olds, learning to code, would be switching jobs before they turn 40 or 50 perhaps.

    The obsession with coding, it would seem, is ill-informed and misdirected. Kady traces society’s never-ending digital shuttles on the coding train. The basic development of programming language, she notes, occurred in the 1950s-60s, when mainframe computing, starting with many different vendors entered the marketplace. The period ends with the IBM 370 being the de facto computing standard, and COBOL being the de facto programming language.

    In the 1970s, minicomputers entered the venue, triggering a resurgence in the use of FORTRAN alongside COBOL. Personal computing emerged in the 1980s and computer programming shifted to the IBM PC/Microsoft combination. Program development was primarily done in BASIC.

    Client/Server computing emerged in the 1990s. Object oriented computing begin to appear, with C++ being the most prevalent. Programming tools such as IBM’s VisualAge also appear, and 4th generation computing languages are developed.

    In the 2000’s, internet technologies took hold. HTML became the internet’s common language. Java also became the core computer language of the internet.

    As you read, the core internet technologies are supplemented by cloud computing and microservices, which are single-purpose programs running in the cloud to do very specific things for programmers.

    Through these periods, there had been a large but temporary increase in the number of programmers needed, but the number employed per unit of output rapidly decreases near the end of the period.

    “Bottom line: In the beginning of the period you needed a lot of programmers to develop a given output; at the end of the period, you needed a lot less (like, maybe one) to do a job that previously took maybe a hundred to do,” says Kady.

    Today, companies are pushing economies of scale by moving computing functions off their own premises and into the Cloud. This is requiring a load of new programmers aka “Coders,” fluent in microservice technologies over the next decade or so, as existing programs are re-tooled and modernised.

    But coders, data scientists warn, should learn from history as software companies are already working overtime to put them on the unemployment line. They want to decrease how labour intensive the re-platforming to microservices is; experts argue that if you are writing scripts to drive and link these services today, you won’t be doing that in a couple of years. Somebody with much less skill than you, but who understands the higher level programming tool, will be doing your job.

    Also, there is a new player that makes the above even more drastic in terms of shortening coding careers: Artificial Intelligence (AI).

    The coding skills that children acquire today will be outdated by the time they are ready to enter the workforce, educators argue, and stress that, the more meaningful purpose of a good STEM education, is to help students develop skills in critical thinking, exploration, and problem solving-?skills that are emphasised in science, technology, engineering, and mathematics classrooms and approaches.

    These are the skills that will guide youth toward becoming more employable in the future in any profession, any position, any field. And while we can use coding as a platform for STEM-based learning, coding is not?—?and should not be?—?the only hands-on activity to develop and harness these skills.

  • What do politicians think at death’s door?

    Politicians take but statesmen give. The latter relinquishes perks and privileges to earn honour. Politicians, however, fight and grab their way to identity and power, amassing fortune to leave to their heirs, and their names. Whatever becomes of both.

    The heir inherits by default hence he has no value to transact for worth, except the name, exploits and privileges of his father, which are sooner squandered and declined.

    Reality, however, reveals many a heir of a famous father as an alcoholic, drug addict, sexuality freak and dilettante, among others.

    It is not by accident but just deserts, that, several heirs to Nigeria’s greatest political dynasties incandesce, albeit briefly in their fathers’ infamy or repute before they burn out.

    Saul Bellow may liken gifting such political heirs inheritances, to picking up a dangerous wire fatal to ordinary folk or rattlesnakes handled by hillbillies in a state of religious exaltation, as referenced by his novel, Humboldt’s Gift.

    Many who grasped these super-charged wires and serpents have been found to incandesce in acclaim for a little while and then they wink out.

    But Nigeria’s ruling class forever takes care of its own, thus the preponderance of political heirs foisted across the country’s civil service and corridors of power.

    Politicians believe its the surest way to preserve their infamy, or legacies if you insist, from transience and decline.

    What do politicians think at death’s door? How much money they could hoard into their caskets perhaps. What would you think at death’s door? You, the unbidden offering on the politician’s altar of greed?

    Greed, weaving its tissues of lust, wraps us in her shroud at birth. We grow out of the mould, startled by a pat, into a larger frame of the world’s excesses. Until we become society; and society flips us by the senses, moulding us from infancy into feral, garish cruciform.

    The newborn grows into crucifixion in the house of the impoverished. He evolves through systolic throbbing of the heart at birth, oscillating between poverty and pain, power and weaknesses, ethics and amorality – vortices of a life foredoomed to a historical gyre of gloom and death.

    The lucky child, however, extinguishes at birth in the home of the poor. Thus he is spared death in macabre warrens, like Ogun State’s dirt roads and dysfunctional hospitals. He is spared gruesome expiration as bone sliver, blood spatter and brain fragments, in Borno’s theatre of war and death.

    If he doesn’t extinguish to lack of oxygen in the hospital labour ward or alagbo omo (traditional midwife)’s matted lab, he risks growing up to become a street-urchin, cult killer, armed robber, menial worker, prostitute, assassin – forever amenable to plots of a devious ruling class.

    At the backdrop of his grisly narrative, his privileged peer grows into lush, ornate extravagance; the latter, born into the aristocratic divide is, however, feted on affluence and ravaged by wealth.

    He grows reprobate and unfeeling, weaned to extrude his savage lusts to the detriment of impoverished peer amid starving electorate – his family’s hound-meat, if you like.

    At election time, he glistens the news pages in family portraits and carefully orchestrated political media campaigns. He is the darling child whose testimonial for ‘daddy,’ ‘secret philanthropy’ and ‘very Nigerian’ fashion sense, arouses the wonder and goodwill of ‘poor, silly, sentimental electorate’ as his father would say.

    As you read, he uploads in careless abandon, pictures of his wild cavorting aboard his parents’ private jet, oft acquired with pilfered State funds. He throws the wildest fête champêtres at home, where boondocks daughters become fair game to him and friends.

    The privileged heir, like the fabled palace troll, mutates into tyrant royalty. Having assimilated the ethical decay of his forebears, he blossoms in cruelty and procedural violence. He illustrates his class’ ferocious passions in the ways and pattern of licentious Rome.

    Each sadistic exertion by him establishes portents of his unprivileged peer’s future torment by the venal, occult ruling class.

    Nigeria thrives by this macabre rite. Thus while youthful electorate clamoured for the ‘#nottooyoungtorun’ bill, the oligarchs, comprising politically party stalwarts, lent voice to the clamour, although at varying decibels and with vicious intent.

    The oligarchs plan to retain their hold on power courtesy their rich, spoilt wards, thus they snigger at youthful electorate ranting about “taking over” or screaming: “take it back!”

    The herd may vie for power but only patrician creatures and spawns, comprising drug addicts, sex perverts, trainee looters and Ivy League crooks, to mention a few, may enjoy such privilege.

    The votes our parents’ cast put us in such bind. The votes we cast puts our children in worse bind. This beggars the question: ‘For whom did we cast our votes at the 2019 elections? Whose constitution rejected our tragic ironies?

    This 2019, did you vote for the APC or PDP candidate promising a prosperous future, by the lure of money, and bigoted, poisonous politics? Which candidate projected a promising story of the future, a grand vision of possibilities that Nigerians could believe?

    We face a far more difficult problem at our moment in history: the affliction of youth weaned on ferocious, ill, savage materialism. The youth, comprising foetal adults from two societal extremes: the haves and have-nots, coalesce in ghastly pursuits inimical to the Nigeria project.

    How do we counsel them to be prudent, honest and just in their dealings? What do you promise youth that had been told that they can have anything they want without shedding sweat for it? How do you give them a new vision to deal with bitter reality?

    How do we breed youth on the belief that success should never be about accumulating obscene wealth to show off but the right to live life more fully and engage more expansively, the elemental possibilities of human existence?

    There is no gainsaying politicians worship money and feed the youths’ obscene lust for affluence thus emphasising the need for a value reorientation spanning schools, religious structures and the family as a social unit.

    Nigeria may draw inspiration from the legend of the conqueror King Alexander. After conquering many kingdoms, he allegedly fell ill on his way home.

    On his death bed, he realised how his legendary conquests and wealth were of no consequence. He longed for the little moment that amounted to life’s essence: to see his mother’s face and bid her bye. But sinking health would not permit him.

    In his last three wishes to his generals, he said his first desire was that his physicians alone must carry his coffin, that, people may realise, that no doctor on earth can really cure anyone of any disease.

    Second, he requested that the path leading to the graveyard be strewn with gold, silver and precious stones, which he collected in his treasury, that people may know that “not even a fraction of gold” would be buried with him.

    “My third and last wish,” he said, “is that both my hands be kept dangling out of my coffin. I wish people to know that I came empty handed into this world and empty handed I go out of this world.”

    King Alexander died afterwards. As the legend persists.

    Many supposedly “great” Nigerian politician have died in common hours. Many more would die less honourably than a commoner.

    They would never amount to a hair-strand on the world’s Alexanders, despite their conceit.