Category: Olatunji Ololade

  • This year, as all others (2)

    Years pass like dreams of mist and our informed analyses like a drunkard’s fart. Its the stink that’s nauseating. It pervades every nook and cranny. It lingers. It assaults our airspaces like bad breath.

    Something is wrong with you and me. And something tells me we know of it. We are just too scared to admit it. Perhaps it’s mere imprudence; or maybe its willful misunderstanding that drives us to stay inert while dream-castles we build are felled to rubble, by elements of state desperate that we remain the threshold of ruined hopes.

    Perhaps its cowardice that drives us to analyze this and analyze that and everything and anything, touting whims, pushing logic and remedies we would never pay heed to.

    The coming year won’t be different. Thanks to you and me, 2013 will not be the year in which our dreams come true; it couldn’t be the year in which we shall enjoy good leadership. May it not be the year that we would cease to coexist as members of the order of the area of the Niger.

    May it not be the year that you and I would cease to breathe kindred air in kindred airspaces. It could be the year in which for all our pretensions to selflessness and grace, we shall remain, nothing.

    Next year could bring more pain, more sad stories, more grief and this is the year that becomes the prologue to such sad, sad stories. This is the year in which we garnish catastrophe and grief with the trimmings of greed and plunder.

    Our talk is of change, still. Our talk is of progress and peace; as if talking change and mooting peace and progress would rid our lives of every tragedy we orchestrate. Some would rather that I regurgitate philosophy and logic of dead and diminishing icons turned fancy daguerreotypes. Why? Just because it is elitist or socio-politically correct to do so?

    Some would prefer that we continually espouse the “complacence” of Afenifere, the “superiority” of Arewa and the “vitality”of Ohanaeze Ndigbo even as time and politics demystify their touted clout and exploits. Shall we persist in doing-the-done-thing that usually amounts to nothing –pushing rant, fruitless vitriol and insignificant agendas as if our lives depended on it?

    Yet we persist in our fruitless venture flaying and applauding the critic next door, as our politics dictate. Still we stand clueless, even through oppression and misery, our lowliness of mind and might reinforced by our inclinations to tolerate fraudulence and celebrate it.

    Tell me, in 2013, what is it that we seek? A martyr to murder or just another scapegoat to substantiate the charade we are set to perpetuate at the 2015 general elections? Perhaps we seek some unrepentant idealist to demand for us, freedom; even as we for whom it is been demanded are yet unsure of our right to demand it.

    For all our bluster, who have we found worthy of the proverbial mandate by which we seek to break free? You? Me? Who? For all our PhDs, M.B.As, HNDs, B.SCs, LLBs et al, we still throw our hands up exasperatedly. We still condemn and criticize, offering nothing practicable to replace everything we condemn and criticize. The knowledge we flaunt makes our lives no better.

    Our anecdotes and intellectual protestations aren’t worth a random fart. You see, despite our touted knowledge and humanity, we lack the stuff real men are made of; we lack such measure worthy of the freeborn.

    And our dream is to take charge. From whom? How? When do we hope to take charge? Is it when the moment steals by our anger and renders our grief acceptable enough? Is it when the instant deserts the dreamer and the bated dream?

    It will simply not do to do like we used to do. It will simply not do to hasten daylight in order to ornament it with a dark pall. Our talk is of freedom but we silence our will to the wiles of vanquishers we have learnt to celebrate. Our talk is of freedom yet we smother our sighs to insipidity of folks teaching our clueless fold to remain commonplace.

    Shall we remain commonplace? Shall we remain nothing? As we fumble into the New Year, shall we continue to make history as a nation of freaks forever perverting acclaim and summoning a feast to commemorate our descent into despondency and grief? Shall we continue to accord the world first class seats to our festivals of shame and bloodshed?

    Come 2013, shall we proudly prove that whom the trappings of fortune would desert shall first of all run mad? Shall we engross our will to the pleasure of the predatory ruling class? Shall we accord power to the imbecilic, and nobility to the cheeky?

    I think we shall get to do all that, as usual. And when everything gets to boiling point, we shall sit back self-righteously to curse our fortune and curse the times. You see, its the same old grief, same old politics, same old faces and same old script, every moment and all of the time.

    In Nigeria, everybody is a critic, everybody is a cynic. Its the optimists in our midst that are worse to see; they would make the undertaker our midwife-in-chief in a heartbeat.

    Conjoined with such citizenry, next year, you and I shall continue to watch impotently as characters we dread make‘promising’ subjects of us. A good many of us shall dance and make merry while our usual ‘statesmen’ assume power as they have learnt to have it and we have learnt to give it. It doesn’t matter what slogan we chant, it’s never going to be you or me; neither would it be the next best candidate on our block of barren realities.

    Have we even, such candidate that we seek? Come next year, who shall we prepare to assume our mandate? Sanusi Lamido Sanusi? Nuhu Ribadu? Oby Ezekwesili? Goodluck Jonathan? Who? Perhaps every self acclaimed critic, messiah, activist, egghead and soap-box technocrat. Perhaps not. If we could accept that our future lies in our hands, not theirs, then we may learn to forget our activists and politicians of the order of the bleeding heart and treacherous mind.

    Then we may understand that our usual statesmen would forever keep the succour that we seek from our ailing schools, hospital corridors of death, perilous roads and airspaces and cracked pavements where queues of the unemployed elongate like photographs of civil death. Then we may get to understand that statesmen we allow to power shall always deprive us by power.

    The path to greatness is wrought with mines hence it takes men of exceptional abilities to traverse it. Have we such men yet? Let us seek the luxury and insight of the looking-glass? It’s time we sought out our man of integrity, fearlessness and impartiality. It’s time we discovered that citizen with towering morality, fairness and metaphysical humility: grandiosities which psychologically, become the premise of even unrepentant parasites seeking greatness they are yet to earn.

    Let us remember only you and me and posterity in search of the leadership that we are yet to find.

  • Readers’ parliament 23

    Who’s your daddy?” (1 and 2)

    You have said the mind of sane people still remaining in the church. The most foolish people are those that even with the glaring diversion of our hard-earned money into their personal accounts, we still can’t talk to a “man of God.” Church is another business: “Me and my sons” limited. 08079279831.

    What a beautiful and educative write-up you have here. You have expressed exactly my views but most times those close to me think I am an unbelieving individual who is too proud to be subservient to any of their fraudsters called daddies. 07038001105.

    The problem is that most believers are not interested in truly and faithful worship of God rather people are just interested in their wicked desires. There is no more dignity in labour. Everyone wants to make it without working hard. Present day pastors and church founders are preaching their own gospel, not that of Jesus Christ. From Sunny Okafor. Nkpor. 08035755641.

    Who is this? What religion is he representing? Could this not probably be the foretold antichrist? These and many other questions will definitely be agitating and tormenting the minds of the few of the Nigerian faithful who will care enough to read this masterpiece of exposition but will not reason deep on its intent and thus miss its intended purpose –that is, a call to add a little bit of sensibleness to their misconstrued faithfulness. For those who will not read the article for whatever reasons aside from those who see any attempt at redirecting their incorrigible wayward daddies as an affront to Christ. Our prayer is that people of like mind, effrontery and boldness like you…who are truly interested in honest and sincere belief should not rest even when it is sure that your fans will be very few. Have solace in the fact that truth and honesty are orphans in the morally and religiously deprived society that we find ourselves. Keep up the finer work.08032078292.

    Hello, Mr. Olatunji, I have been following your article and I love your presentation. I totally agree with you where you wrote:“he strips the believer of intellect and thought, he silences his ability to think.” That’s what is happening to the two major religions in Nigeria. I find it very depressing that people can no longer think on their own. I have wondered while reading the article if this writer is a free thinker, only to be disappointed in the last paragraph in which you mentioned “God-given intellect.” NANDIP. From Wuse 2, Abuja. 07037793312.

    Thank you Olatunji for your piece. You have put it just as it is. My prayer is that this truth will set free all who have been bewitched by these hirelings. God bless you. From Ben Ilebode ESQ. Benin City. 08033015690.

    You are on point but how many people will listen to you? The soul of the Nigerian believer has been sold to the smooth tongue of the daddies’ greed and craze for materialism in the name of religion. This philosophy thrives on pervasive poverty and a hopeless economic situation occasioned by inept political leadership.08057797241.

    Your article was very good. May God bless you to unravel more. Nigerian pastors are shamelessly corrupt. Thanks. 08038772010.

    This is about the best local article that I have read in a while. God bless and keep you. 08098422768.

    You have just hit the nail on the head. People rush to spiritual homes for deliverance forgetting that deliverance lies within us just as the kingdom of heaven is in us. From Biodun Soga. 08060006790.

    That was an excellent piece bro. So glad to find out someone else is in their right senses. Let them worship on God, the father. 08023506040.

    I have read Part 2. You are a serial, blatant, cureless clown who tells the truth with religiosity, sentiment. Shame. From Pity. Kehinde Olalemi. Ibadan. 07041851806.

    May your pen never run dry. I enjoyed the article. I hope those who have ears will listen. We are in a state of decadence that makes people believe easily and get quickly brainwashed that there is miracle waiting for them at the expense of their intellect and ability. The so-called daddies capitalize on the socio-economic problems of the country to exploit them claiming that by paying their tithe, miracle is on the way. From Rotimi Akinbiyi. 08033050814.

    The creeps in our worship houses (1&2).

    My friend, it appears you are qualified to be appointed a ‘chartered writer’—From 08187209543

    Kudos! I consider myself a victim of our desperate pastors because my wife is hooked on their opium. Our society is gradually slipping into the abyss because of illiteracy and unwillingness amongst the literate to read. We have more “men of God” and less godly men. 08037400478.

    Mr. Ololade, I read your June 3, opinion. The question is, ‘are u five years early or one day behind the time?’ I am surprised that a Nigerian could say such a thing in this 21st Century. It’s okay, it’s an opinion. Jacob. 08034679229.

    Nobody made them pastors, apostles and bishops and till tomorrow, they are fakes, they claim God spoke or called them. The biggest liars in the world is and among them adhere to the teachings of Jesus Christ? They go all length and even make magic and yet, prosperity , healing etc is not achieved because the source is satan. In Nigeria, less than 10% are real Christians. Thanks. 08039456567.

    You have told the pastors the truth. Until you tell your Islamic terrorists the truth, I will continue to believe you are suffering from Logorrhoea. Truth. 07041851806

    Ola, you have not come by a more candid expository on our National malady in our time as yours on page 21 in The Nation of August 12. If I could, I will post unedited to all Nigerian Pastors hoping they will understand. Keep it up. From E.J Ebong. 08038137269

    There is no reward for goodness other than goodness. The truth you have said in the Nation about the true nature of Islamic Banking will be a success for you and your entire both in this world and hereafter. Amen…From Goodluck! 08065392578

    “The Creeps in our worship houses 1 and 2”: Nobody made them pastors, apostles, and bishops and till tomorrow, they are fakes. They claim God spoke or called them yet they are the biggest liars in the world. Is any among them adhering to the teachings of Jesus Christ? They go to all lengths and even make human sacrifice to make magical prosperity, healing and so on. In Nigeria, less than one per cent of the people are real Christians. Thanks. 08039456567.

    Olatunji, I have not come by a more candid and expository piece on this national malady in our time. If I could, I will post it unedited to all Nigerian pastors hoping they will understand. Keep it up. From E.J. Ebong. 08038137269.

    There is no reward for goodness other than goodness. The truth you have said about the true nature of Islamic Banking will attract success to you and your entire household both in this world and the hereafter. Amen. From Goodluck. 08065392578.

  • A nation threatened by imitation

    A nation threatened by imitation

    Inside Kemi Asade’s sleek flagship store on Lagos city’s Broad Street, two ladies persistently ogled the new ubiquitous N48, 000 Hermes leather tote bag. One was stunning in freshly acquired Ralph Lauren N27, 000 blue chiffon check dress; the other however glowed attractively in a N25, 000 DKNY pink patterned chiffon dress. They were both putting on Christian Louboutin sling-back heel platform sandals valued at N24, 600 respectively. Their entire outfits were bought from the shop except their watches which they reportedly bought on shopping spree in the United Kingdom.

    They strolled around the store haughtily, momentarily flipping price labels with intimidating chips on their shoulders. Velvety, clipped notes wafted from their lips like the scent of crisp naira. The effect was priceless. The four store attendants tripped on themselves, each jostling to be the one to attend to the parading deep pockets.

    Asade simply grinned and managed a smug smile. And the reason was hardly far-fetched; the two ladies, she explained, were very big-spenders and daughters of a senior Nigerian Navy Admiral thus her certainty of making a killing by the patronage of her elegant, promising customers.

    But just when they were expected to make good with their purchase, the two ladies muttered silently and quite assuredly to the store attendant. Then they turned around and made for the door. Promptly Asade sprang to her feet to ask cheerily for the reason they were leaving and one of the pair sashayed nearer to tell her that they had to get to the bank.

    But the shifty grins on their faces as they made for the door indicated otherwise hence the reporter excused himself and took after the departing pair. Three blocks from Asade’s store; her two “loyal” customers cut a sight counting animatedly crisp naira for the purchase of 40 pairs of the same handbag that they assured Asade they were coming back to buy.

    Further findings from the store owner, Margaret Okojie, revealed that Asade’s customers had actually come purchase knock off (counterfeit) versions of the tote bags. According to Okojie, the sisters had recently brokered a deal with her to purchase counterfeit versions of the bags from her every quarter.

    “They said they were opening a boutique in a high end area of Opebi Ikeja. A mutual friend introduced them to me. She actually saved them from spending millions of naira importing bags that will gather dust in their shops. Very few people can afford to buy $10, 000 (almost N1million) Gucci bags or N60, 000 to N70, 000 worth of Chanel and Prada bags. Most ladies visit expensive boutiques to window shop and take pictures of latest bags only to come to my store to buy same bags between N2, 500 and N7, 500,” revealed Okojie. According to her, Asade’s customers only patronise her when they intend to buy original versions of her designer products for personal use and whenever they intend to use original brands of the bags to attract customers’ attention and lure them to purchase mostly knock off versions of the designer bangs in their store.

    It’s an unforgivable fraud but Nigerians do love a good bargain. For instance, Sayo Aweda, a banker and one of Okojie’s “most loyal” customers was found perusing a hanger stacked with fake Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs and Chanel handbags. She was looking for a counterfeit of the new Kate Spade bag because the gold-plated metal strap on the one she bought in a high end boutique in Opebi is broken. “I bought it at N35, 000 and I don’t want to pay another N35, 000 another one yet,” she said with a shrug.

    It’s a familiar refrain these days. Counterfeit shopping has become something of a sport, much to the chagrin of luxury-goods manufacturers. Fake designer bags are everywhere, it seems and it has become so easy to acquire that it’s virtually abominable in certain social circuits, particularly among the middle class and low income earners to flaunt the real thing.

    Once limited to shady stalls on Lagos Island and low budget boutiques scattered around Lagos mainland, counterfeit luxury goods have gradually found inroads into many high end boutiques across Lagos and Abuja. They are also found online and in malls, and have even turned up at discount and used goods stores. Among the ladies-who-lunch crowd, purse parties, where guests buy inexpensive fakes in private homes while they sip champagne, are the latest trend. With all this fun, cheap merchandise, why buy the real thing?

    Kayode Adebisi for instance, lost his wife and a child earlier in the year when his car brake failed to hold on the Lagos-Ibadan highway. Adebisi had paid his auto mechanic to replace his worn brake pads for him and the repairer, according to him, collected money for an “original used brake pad” known across local mechanic villages as “follow come part.”

    Having patronised the same mechanic for four years, Adebisi harboured no reservations about the safety of such used part or the skill of his favourite artisan. Nor did the latter’s work ethic ever gave him cause to smart and fret. But that was to change sooner than he imagined. Few minutes before they got to Ibadan, Oyo State, the car brake suddenly failed Adebisi and he crashed into a stationary articulated truck even as he pressed frantically on his vehicle’s brake.

    He claimed perceived some terrible burning odour from the engine but it smelt like some vehicle clutch was burning. He said: “I used a vehicle with auto transmission gear so I heard no cause to worry. I thought it was some passing vehicle’s clutch burning. So I speeded on ignorantly.” And the consequence is better imagined. No sooner than his vehicle’s brake failed him, he slammed on the brakes and the car skidded and swerved into the stationary truck by the roadside.

    As you read, he is bedridden. He is healing from an excruciating fracture at his pelvic region and he experiences recurrent back pain. But every pain he feels pales beside the unbearable agony of losing his wife and child.

    Further findings revealed that the brake pads installed in his car by his mechanic was actually a knock off model of his preferred German brand. But much as Adebisi would like to have his ‘trusted’ mechanic suffer for what he did, the latter desperately claims his innocence claiming he bought the auto part from a trusted auto parts dealer. “I never knew he had started mixing original and fake parts,” he lamented.

    Lateef Durojaiye, an auto mechanic and proprietor of Ogun State based Baal Opeyemi Motor Works, noted that the defaulting mechanic may be telling the truth. According to him, most of the auto parts currently in circulation are “fake.” And more worrisome is the fact that erstwhile dealers in original auto parts have started mixing their merchandise with all manner of counterfeit and substandard parts.

    Apparently miffed by the scourge of the importation of substandard products into the country, the Federal Government has vowed to atop importation of counterfeit goods into the country particularly by Asian nations. The Minister of State, Trade and Investment, Samuel Ortom said that because President Goodluck Jonathan was no longer comfortable over the development, he summoned the relevant agencies to meet with National Assembly on the way forward.

    Ortom lamented that 80 percent of counterfeit and substandard goods that come into the country are from Asian countries.

    Those directed to meet with the National Assembly included the Standard Organisation of Nigeria (SON), the Consumer Protection Council (CPC), and National Agency for Food, Drug Administration and Control (NAFDAC).

    It is very hard to obtain accurate statistics on counterfeiting, mainly because it is a clandestine activity but Joseph Odumodu, Director General of SON, revealed that Nigerians spend N1 trillion annually to import substandard goods. Odumodu explained that 20 per cent of road accident is caused due by substandard auto parts while over 200 lives have been lost to collapsed buildings occasioned by substandard products within five years.

    According to him, Nigeria could save N500 million annually by buying correct bulbs instead of buying counterfeit that won’t last. Odumodu said faking, counterfeiting and substandard goods are global phenomena but the Nigerian case is worse due to obsolete and weak legislation.

    “We are strong patrons of substandard goods. We know the real ones but we claim that we don’t have money to buy them. Average Nigerian importers are criminals, murderers and killers. We must do something about them.”

    Products targeted by the faker cut across items like drugs, tyres, household utensils, phones, electronics, clothing materials, IT equipment, as well as food items like beverages, milk, canned foods, toys, cables, automatic voltage regulators, amongst several others.

    It is estimated that Nigeria loses about N50 billion annually to importation of fake and substandard products. Of this figure, trade in substandard auto spare parts accounts for about N20 billion. Especially startling is the fact that the fake auto parts market is dominated by adulterated parts of a popular Japanese product with large market in Nigeria.

    Counterfeiting is a hugely lucrative business, with criminals relying on the continued high demand for cheap goods coupled with low production and distribution costs. The illegal activities related to counterfeiting take advantage of unwitting consumers and bargain-hunters, exploiting people’s appetites for cut-price brands or simply their financial position.

    While the costs are difficult to quantify – and do not include non-monetary damage such as illness and death – the value of counterfeiting is estimated by the Organisation of Economic Cooperation for Development (OECD) to be in the region of $250 billion per year. And while counterfeiters continue to reap significant profits, millions of consumers are at risk from unsafe and ineffective products.

    A bargain gone wrong

    Counterfeiters are involved in the illegal production of knock-offs in virtually every area – food, drinks, clothes, shoes, pharmaceuticals, electronics, auto parts, toys, currency, tickets for transport systems and concerts, alcohol, cigarettes, toiletries, building materials and much, much more. Often the temptation for consumers can be too strong to resist, with many not understanding the risks and ramifications attached to this illicit industry. Buying a counterfeit handbag or pair of jeans, for example, might not be regarded as an illegal transaction – simply a cheaper way to wear the latest fashion goods.

    However, often little thought is given to how the money may ultimately end up in the hands of organized crime groups or how the industries that rely on legitimate sales suffer. Even obscure purchases like safety goggles or electrical plugs that have been illegally copied and reproduced present significant risks, given their lower quality. Counterfeit cigarettes also present multiple risks: they are even more harmful than genuine cigarettes, as they may contain much higher levels of nicotine and other dangerous chemicals such as arsenic, benzene, cadmium and formaldehyde.

    One devastation too many

    Recently, former President Olusegun Obasanjo warned of an imminent revolution in Nigeria.

    Obasanjo’s call was hinged on the prevailing high rate of youth unemployment, which he estimated to be about 72 per cent. Youth unemployment in the country is currently pegged at 75 per cent. Unemployment rate in the country increased to 23.90 percent in 2011 from 21.10 percent in 2010 according to the National Bureau of Statistics. Historically, from 2006 until 2011, Nigeria unemployment Rate averaged 14.6 Percent reaching an all time high of 23.9 Percent in December of 2011 and a record low of 5.3 Percent in December of 2006.

    Besides robbing millions of youths of opportunities to be productively engaged in local industries and other indigenous growth efforts, the ramifications of counterfeiting affects everyone, with Governments, businesses and society being robbed of tax revenue, business income and jobs. The flood of counterfeit and pirated products creates an enormous drain on the global economy by creating an underground trade that deprives Governments of revenue for vital public services and imposes greater burdens on taxpayers.

    It also leads to more public resources being spent on fraud-detection methods by public sector authorities and larger intelligence and policing budgets being needed to counter sophisticated schemes and networks. Counterfeit goods also undermine employment, as products are copied and produced illegally, thereby displacing sales of original merchandise and reducing the turnover of legitimate companies. Fraudulent medicines also have a direct impact on increased medical costs due to prolonged treatment periods and medical complications in the spread of treatment-intensive diseases. The prices of products also go up because companies increase security systems to counter organized criminal activities and have to invest more in research and development.

    Taming the scourge

    Yemi Ogunsanwo, Managing Director of Crest Communications suggested the need to build more awareness of the scale of the problem. He said that private companies complicit in counterfeit trade should be named and shamed, and codes of conduct more rigorously enforced. He emphasized coordinated and cross-sector action at the international level as vital measures for identifying, investigating and prosecuting counterfeiters.

    Consumers also have a responsibility to exert their influence with their purchasing choices according Hamida Shittu, a clothier and fashion designer. According to her, counterfeiting networks will continue to operate as long as customers support it. If your favourite designer brand is clearly not made by your favourite designer, stay away. Beyond these obvious counterfeit products, stay alert to other warning signs. While these purchases may save you money in the short term, the longer-term losses are far more costly, she said.

    Nigerians have continued to spend a fortune on the importation of finished consumer products that could be sourced locally if efforts are made to patronize locally made goods. The National Bureau of Statistics claims that “Mineral products, raw hides and skins, leather etc, textiles and associated articles and vehicles, aircraft and associated parts, represented the highest growth in imports between the third quarter of 2011 and the same period of 2010 while crude oil exports contributed 95.3 per cent of total exports”.

    This has resulted in the continued low capacity utilisation and low production in Nigeria-based companies and industries resulting in high unemployment figures in the country, according to the trade statistics. The United Nations Development programme (UNDP) recently raised concerns over the increasing rate of poverty and unemployment in Nigeria. DaoudaToure, the Resident Representative of UNDP, made the observation in Abuja at the 53rd Annual conference of the Nigerian Economic Society (NES).

    Toure noted that “for almost a decade now, Nigeria has been recording consistently high economic growth rate that has not produced commensurate employment opportunities and reduction in poverty among its citizens.” He urged the government to engage in growth patterns that generate jobs on a large scale to mitigate youth unemployment and a shift from jobless growth strategies toward inclusive and pro-poor growth strategies that equip youths and women with required skills for decent employment.

    But this may prove very difficult to achieve given the average Nigerian youth’s mentality about locally produced goods. Cornelius Akpan, a shoe maker who recently relocated from Aba to Lagos, disclosed that he experience has taught him to attach foreign designer labels to his locally made shoes. Thus at his shop, many counterfeit brands of Gucci, Marc Jobs, Kenneth Cole among others are on display to the delight of many high end customers – mostly boutique owners who come to buy them in large quantities at a normal rate of N4, 500 to N5, 000 per shoe although they sell them, fully packaged as originals at ridiculous rates of N17, to N45, 000 per shoe.

    Then there is Bolanle Awe who jets out every month to purchase counterfeit versions of designer shoes, hand bags and clothes in Dubai. Likewise, Fidelis Okhagbue, an auto parts dealer, travels to China more frequently as the Chinese market, he claims, is more profitable than any other. True, many vehicle parts dealers in Nigeria travel to China to determine the quality of the items they buy. Most times, they place orders for low quality goods in order to attract low prices and attract higher patronage.

    This explains why most imported knock off goods in Nigeria bear Chinese labels. Unfortunately, the regulatory authorities in the country simply ask importers to pay penalties and permit them to take delivery of their goods to the detriment of the end users.

    “We have a crisis situation. We now insist on certificate of free trade,” according to Odumodu, SON boss who declared that the agency will go beyond seizure of substandard goods and embark on re-export of such goods. In response to the devastating effect of the trade in counterfeit goods, SON launched its zero tolerance campaign against fake products last year. And till date, the regulator claimed it had removed about N3 billion worth of substandard products from circulation.

    The life of counterfeit goods through back alleys, mafia connections, and sweat-shops into the homes of middle-class Nigerians and impoverished children trying to obtain malaria medicine constitutes a national malady of devastating proportions.

    The sharp contrast between the Sex in the City, a popular sitcom’s idealization of a good knockoff Hermes bag as a status symbol, and the overnight “ghost shift” worked at factories, pumping out counterfeit goods in China as well as the devastation of the knock off produced on a developing country like Nigeria is no doubt unimaginable.

    It ruins the chances of a country like Nigeria to rise through the doldrums of self-inflicted economic decline and unemployment to the socio-economic Eden of its dreams. But who cares; as long as there is a ready stream of knock off goods, counterfeit product dealers like Awe and Okhagbue will continue to travel to Dubai and China import knock offs as usual. And if it means killing the economy and luring more Nigerian consumers to their deaths, so be it.

  • Revolutionary Rascals (4)

    Hell is, charting the future by you and me. Together, we personify the lot that we seek in leadership and then, an aberration of it. Such bleakness and hope should never subsist in a nation’s youth, it would seem. But it does and we have ourselves to blame. ‘Ourselves,’ being the mass of cocky, impotent breed constituting Nigeria’s youth.

    Men like the ruling class we have now thrive by the cowardliness of youth like you and me. We own their meal tickets and the least they could do by us is to treat us with appreciable tact and respect but they don’t because they know that we are undeserving of certain human courtesies like, accountability and deference.

    Yet, to all the monstrosity they affect, we could only sit back and curse the times. This business of cursing the times has gotten old, hasn’t it? It’s time we shed the walnut of the crinkled shell. We have got more serious work to do. But for all the courses we have set adrift, nobody offers direction, all we have are self-righteous louts and purveyors of morals that have learnt to asphyxiate moral, where integrity silences to double-speak.

    All we do is quote dead men of note and recycle wisdom spent in their years of birth. All we do is tout sophistry and over-tasked arguments because it is politically correct to do so. Virulent rant, cynicism and condemnations on social media networks and news pages are hardly the solutions that we need.

    Social media activists and company will do Nigeria a lot of good if they could mature beyond impotent rant and activism on Facebook. So would every other individual qualified to be addressed as a vestige of Nigeria’s dying future and youth.

    I do not despise their lot for having found cause to ventilate their anger and discontent with the status quo; I only pick issues with their lot for perpetually engaging in a never ending duel with themselves and their shadows. It’s somewhat incestuous, brassy and all that vainness, all that cowardice will ever be.

    Facebook, Twitter activists and company should never let so much luster, brilliance and fury go to waste. Anybody could lampoon the ruling class via bitter and condescending vitriol posted as status update on the over-glorified Facebook wall. It takes courage and amazing degree of firmness to marry profitable action to rhetoric.

    If we truly intend to make our lives fruitful, to ourselves and the generation next, we should begin to see in imagination, the things that might be, and the way in which they are to be brought into existence. We should stop squandering time and passion defending and lamenting unjust privileges enjoyed by the ruling class. We should begin to aim at making the world less cruel, less full of conflict between rival greed, and more full of humane elements whose growth has not been dwarfed and stunted by oppression.

    A life lived in this spirit—the spirit that aims at creating rather than possessing—has a certain fundamental single-mindedness and purpose, of which it cannot be wholly robbed by adverse tyranny and circumstances.

    If we could summon the courage and the vision to live in this way, there will be no need for the regeneration of our fatherland into fragmentary parts by political reform or bloodbath; all that is needed in the way of reform shall come automatically, owing to the moral regeneration of youths.

    Let us begin at the grassroots. Let us begin to court the segments of society we would rather not be caught courting. Let us begin to include the “despicable area boy,” “irascible market woman of the metropolitan market and the sidewalk” in our march for freedom.

    Let us begin to value the insolence of the enfant terrible police officer, disgruntled teacher, directionless undergraduate, campus cultist cum political assassin, and respond to it in plan. Let us begin to value the inputs of these human integers that we have learnt to disregard and smother in our march for freedom.

    The evils of power in the present system are vastly greater than is necessary, but they shan’t diminish by any suitable form of activism save our concerted effort to do the hackneyed in ways it has never been done before. No bloody revolution will serve our cause; the ballot remains our next best alternative as usual.

    It’s about time we stopped speaking with divided voices. It’s about time we freed our kind from the leash of the predatory ruling class. I speak of that great bulk, not only of the very poor, but, of all sections of wage-earners and even of the professional classes, that are the slaves of the need for getting money.

    Almost all are compelled to work so hard and covet hand-downs from the predatory ruling class that they dare not aspire to that unimpeachable standard of morality that has as its main objective, freedom and attainment of the common good.

    If we could induce every Nigerian in his youth to desire his own happiness more than another’s pain; if we could be induced to work constructively for improvements which we could share with the entire world, the whole system by which our nation diminishes might be reformed root and branch within a generation.

    Let us begin to build that proverbial bulwark of citizenship whose ideal of patriotism is held untainted by wantonness, ill-bliss and the temptations of power. Let us not be daunted by the prevalence of socio-political unrest and ineptitude in governance. And let our passion not be overcome by the emergence of narcissists and corruption of broadly cultured men.

    We could start by becoming the stalwarts they never want us to become. We could start by exciting dormant will to pulsate where ambition joins with hope to perpetuate, for the love of the good, our common good.

    Let us begin that assemblage of writers, artists, students, lecturers, free readers, thugs, social commentators, militants and labour groups that we love to espouse and yet shy to perpetuate.

    We are done with impotent saw; let us begin to match our threats with action. Let us begin the movement by which we would reclaim our destinies, and will, from the grasp of the lot in whose clasp we asphyxiate.

    If we could so successfully network in thousands and tens of thousands on Facebook, MySpace, Twitter et al; if we could so painstakingly network to dance (SalsaNaija), see movies (S.H.A.R.E Monday movies) to mention a few; how can we not congregate to salvage our lives from machinations of men bereft of heart, and honour?

    We are done quoting Awolowo, Azikiwe, Bello, Voltaire, Bonaparte, Fawehinmi and others. Let us not mock humanity excited by men channeling peace in quilted sleep. Let us begin to propagate such deeds that would become incense for poetry, and history that elevates.

    The odds are great but we who have learnt to navigate the worst of mine-fields with determination and grace should learn to exterminate the ogres that maul our lives to pieces. It’s about time we formed a party of the people, for the people, by the youth.

    • To be continued…

  • Revolutionary Rascals (3)

    Posterity shan’t forget “the boy who had no shoes” and yet emerged to become “President,”soon. In the near future, President Jonathan and company shan’t be worth much save vivid models of how not to become statesmen. Yet he shall be worth more than the average Nigerian in his youth, today.

    That old-fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out. In our fatherland, it is virtually dead.

    Thus our depiction as lower brutes – forgettable elements in the annals of the Nigerian state. Like our fathers, we shall start to agitate like the young at the age of 60 but then it will be too late.

    We shall die silent. Silent on the innumerable excesses and grotesqueness of leadership we loathe but have learnt to endure like the gifted curse of an eternal hump. It is never my intention to discountenance such vigorous activism that has become the pastime of contemporary Nigerian youth neither do I intend to ridicule the highly informed protest we consistently launch to counter the meanness of the Nigerian ruling class – for such articulated dissent are worth dying for.

    But despite the riotousness we orchestrate, our heartfelt protests resonate futilely like the maniacal hooting of owls caught in the blaze of the midday sun. Such enterprise…such severe impotence is best suited – as demonstrated by the current ruling class – to presidential corridors and parliaments that neither humanity nor the blandest form of patriotism could substantiate.

    Such silliness is best suited to citizens’ bars and soapboxes we mount in our rant-activated living rooms and courtyards – sounding boards for that infinite, untamed temperament we ennoble till date.

    We shall die silent. Looking around on the noisy inanity of our discontent: words with little meaning, rage with little passion and actions with little worth, one comes to the sad realization that among other ills, we diminish the significance and inestimable timelessness of the intense violence of silence.

    The riotous band of social media activists, youth leaders, human rights activists, women’s rights activists, advocacy chieftains, youth pastors, and so many more that we claim to incarnate distressingly negate that proverbial breed of noble, purposeful youth, scattered and integrated here and there, each in his separate devices – determinedly striving to achieve our individual and collective freedom from the ruling class.

    We are in no measure comparable to such salt of the earth thus our evolution in the worst of ways. Like a forest that has no roots and yet crowds with leaves and boughs, our grandiloquent agitation shall soon wither and die; as the stray notes of a flippant symphony.

    The contemporary youth is as dumb as doornails. Ah yes! I could say that again. A tireless lust remains our woe. Yet we who cannot do without spurting like barrel-heads, to curse our luck and curse the times, even as we do nothing to salvage it, would like to revolt.

    We speak of revolution like the next best thing we could orchestrate after our last follies have fallen silent. We forget that there is a time to speak and time to act; time to scream and silently orchestrate the inestimable violence of uprightness.

    At this juncture, many would cling to the timeliness of the brazen and fundamentally futile, defunct Occupy Nigeria Movement; they forget that despite our lack of hesitancy in confronting the State and our romanticized wish to abolish the status quo as the protests dragged, the eventual result was as usual, an opportunistic contract between the exploiters (the government) and a part of the exploited (labour leadership), at the expense of the rest of the exploited (you, me and everyone) – something Noel Ignatin would call “the original sweetheart agreement.”

    Says a lot about our revolutionary potential; today, the Nigerian youth is written off and our grievances dismissed as the crazed rant of a pathetic mass of revolutionary impostors. President Jonathan and company couldn’t be wrong for eventually dismissing us as essentially hopeless and misdirected.

    Despite the fervor and promise of the Occupy Nigeria movement, the Nigerian youth remains exploited and perpetually exploitable – victims of what George Bernard Shaw, terms “the stupid system of violence and robbery which we call Law and Industry.”

    Times without number, we moot and romanticize the inevitability of a Nigerian revolution, driven by the nation’s band of poor, disadvantaged youth. We dream of the moment when the

    Nigerian ruling class shall pay with blood, melancholia and despair for every ill they have wrought on us. We envision them in shallow graves and grisly jail cells, lusting for life and desperately seeking a second chance with a kind of humble defeatism. But within that same breadth of history, the Nigerian youth shall pay with more tragedy, more misery and blood even as we bemoan the disappearance of our “better tomorrow.”

    And the reason is hardly far-fetched; in desperate pursuit of our better tomorrow, we have “today” but yet fail to make the best of it. Like the ruling class, the Nigerian youth suffers a lack of intellect and knowledge – useful knowledge to be precise.

    Thus even if spurred by inexorable courage to topple the elite and change our stars, our tragedies shall persist in frequency and extent. After we inter the bones of the last of the ruling class, we shall raise our heads to seek our next best hero only to find none. That is because we who shall survive are as savage as the worst of the ruling class.

    Left to our devices, we display an unforgivable lack of humaneness and character. Hence even if we could successfully seize power, we shall manage to remain not much in significance and sight. Simply put, were our dreams of change realizable, we shall undoubtedly remain the next awful alternative.

    We are victims to an irrepressible yearning to actualize ourselves according to the magnitude in which greed has made us; to speak and act out what vanities we incarnate. We mistake this insatiable craving for stirrings to a revolt; although it is in actuality, a half-awakened common consciousness, sprung from common grief over our common hardship in poverty, low wages and bad leadership. And, above all, lack of equity and opportunities.

    All this cause us to think some thoughts and moot some measures together; but when this mutual agitation is ripe for expression, our actions and voices trail off in confusion. Sophistry and deceit are the springboards from which much of our civilization evolve; add mediocrity, mindlessness and greed; and you have a perfect representation of the Nigerian youth.

    We were wrong to think it a matter of years and decades that we would improve in citizenship and tact. We are unaware – like our base and iniquitous elite –that true citizenship essentially translates to being an emissary of truth, hope, superior culture and progress to both the literate and unschooled.

    Now that time, among other things, devaluates every hackneyed premise, anecdote, and elitist abstraction we recycle and foster, shall we begin to affect such citizenship deserving of our battered State? Shall we begin to rise in purposeful rebellion against the foul breath of socio-political oppression and economic slavery characteristic of our decrepit State? How?

    Let us begin from the grassroots. How?

    • To be continued…

  • The sullied branch (2)

    It requires some rudeness to disturb with dissent that savage benevolence of the Power Holding Company of Nigeria (PHCN). I speak of the infinite dishonesty and ineptitude of officials of the Ijaiye-Ojokoro district offices of Nigeria’s worst public utility till date.

    As you read, officers of the district office’s task force, comprising gangs of officials apparently trained to relate like domesticated thugs and hyperactive hoodlums are on rampage. Just recently, neighborhoods in the district were on the receiving end of their malevolence as they went to town primarily to inflict pain and hardship on residents within their service area in the name of revenue generation drive.

    The pack of PHCN muscles were led by Managers of PHCN, Ijaiye-Ojokoro and Adura Bus Stop, off Old Lagos-Abeokuta expressway axis. Their modus operandi (M.O.) as usual, involved splitting into units of mean squads to descend on every household unfortunate enough to be within their service area.

    Take the case of residents of the Millennium Housing Estate, Ijaiye-Ojokoro; many were caught unawares as the PHCN agents invaded their estate over the weekend principally to force defaulters to pay up money owed the PHCN for services rendered.

    I would not dispute the fact that some of the residents, like most Nigerians, are guilty of defaulting in payment for services rendered by the PHCN; but it’s equally noteworthy that many deliberately refuse to honour bills forced on them by the PHCN for perceptibly good reasons too, like very poor quality of service and instability of electricity supply.

    “It’s outrageous!” said a resident. The latter lamented how the PHCN charges him between N3, 000 and N5, 000 every month for electricity that is hardly available and enjoyed by his household. Scandalized by what they consider the PHCN’s contemptible manner of service, many users of electricity refuse to honour the bills thus piling up debts ranging from N7, 000 to N20, 000-plus monthly.

    Consequently, PHCN invades the estate as it does surrounding neighbourhoods at random, to cut-off the connection cables of defaulters and cart them away to their office. Besides the brazen manner in which they operated in the estate and environs, the PHCN terror squads committed grievous acts unbecoming of civil servants whose salaries are paid by tax payers; they seem perpetually programmed to shake down, torment and destroy the peace of the average tax payer who also doubles as their benefactor.

    For instance, at Millennium Estate, Ijaiye-Ojokoro, one of the terror squads on rampage harassed a senior citizen endlessly. But for the latter’s unconquerable spirit and defiance of their monstrosity, they would have harassed him and gone scot-free. The victim, a retiree to be precise, managed to fight them off when they threatened to cut off his connection cable and go with it. The poor old man futilely but courageously held them off for about 30 minutes but sensing that he was about to be overwhelmed, resorted to an age-long but dependable measure of self-defense; promptly his bullies beat a retreat except a vicious lady amongst the squad who was hell-bent on giving the senior citizen interminable grief.

    Having failed at bullying the old man and carting his connection cable off, the PHCN terror squad pounced on the cable of one of his neighbours. Unfortunately, the neighbour wasn’t at home thus giving the officials opportunity to vandalize the resident’s connection cable. The consumer in question was issued a bill of N7, 164 in the month of September of which he paid N5, 900. His recent bill in addition to his outstanding amounted to N4, 300 or thereabouts.

    And that according to the Manager Customer Care, of the PHCN’s Ijaiye office, doesn’t make the consumer a worthy victim of their enfant terrible terror squads. “This is a bad job,” he said staring unbelievably at the consumer’s bills. Corroborating him, the Manager Marketing, of the PHCN office in Adura, reasoned that the resident was undeserving of the menace of any of their terror units.

    Even more worrisome is the fact that the PHCN operatives ignored an unoccupied apartment with abominable outstanding bills to vandalize the connection cable of the victim in question. That the PHCN terror squad that vandalized the consumer’s cable deliberately ignored duplicated copies of his receipt pasted at his door even as they left a bill amounting to N12, 400 plus beside it, evokes feelings of trepidation and disbelief. The problem obviously arose because the payment the consumer made, having been recorded at the Ijaiye-Ojokoro district office wasn’t reflected in the records of the Adura office.

    Eventually, the consumer was urged to pay only the N4, 000 plus that was actually his outstanding bill. Having paid the bill, he was made to wait endlessly for PHCN staff whose duties it was to return his vandalized cable to him. Six hours since he started hustling from one PHCN office to the other, the consumer was made to understand that his connection cable was not in PHCN’s custody.

    Having agonized over what could have happened to his cable between his apartment and the PHCN office, he discovered that the PHCN terror unit that cut the cable tagged it in the name of a neighbour whose cable wasn’t cut.

    Without apology, the consumer’s cables were returned to him and he was advised by a PHCN staff to seek a competent electrician to reconnect his apartment to the grid as it would be foolhardy of him to pay the office the reconnection fee. “They will collect your money and they won’t show up to reconnect you,” warned the PHCN official.

    It is instructive to note that there is no law empowering the PHCN to embark upon mass vandalization of consumer connection cables at random. It is even more disheartening to see that the soldiers and gatemen at the PHCN, Ijaiye-Ojokoro office are more courteous and gentlemanly than the PHCN staff manning the public corporation’s offices.

    Forget the sauciness and intolerable unprofessionalism exhibited by certain key officers at the PHCN Ijaiye-Ojokoro office, the situation is no different across various district of the corporation.

    Oftentimes, PHCN operatives employ the use of subtle or barefaced threats to extort “reconnection fee” and “tips” from residents. In the case of PHCN staff that visited Adeaga Street in U-Turn, Abule Egba, recently, they exhibited no inhibitions sharing the bribe extorted from residents even in the presence of their victims, the residents.

    “They are very shameless people. No sooner than they collect money from us, they begin to share it amongst themselves,” said a consumer who claimed that he had to part with N1, 500 before his house was reconnected.

    Perhaps it’s because they earn too much for doing absolutely nothing to serve the tax payers who pay their salaries that many PHCN staff have learnt to bite the fingers that feed them. It is even more deplorable to hear them argue that they are only responding in kind to the manner of consumer publics they serve.

    There is a lot more anomalies being perpetrated by PHCN staff within their offices and with Community Development Associations (CDAs) nationwide. In Ijaiye-Ojokoro, Owode-Ijako, and Sango Ota among others, complaints abound by both consumers and disgruntled PHCN staff. But that is discourse best saved for another forum.

    • To be continued…

  • Twenty-first century slaves

    Today, complaint is often made of what we call the failure of the Nigerian dream. Today, we lament how monstrously many forces of society fulfill and fail to fulfill their work; how the ruling class is perpetually functioning in profligate, chaotic, and altogether, insensitive manner. But today, as usual, we fail to look inwards, probably because we know if we endeavour to do so long enough, we shall find in you and me, the summary of all other failures and disorganizations—a sort of heart, from which, and to which all other confusion and monstrosity gravitates in our fatherland.

    Complaint is often made that our problems persist because we refuse to convene a Sovereign National Conference (SNC). I wish to believe that there is depth and a semblance of truth in such frivolous mindset even as it becomes more glaring daily that a trillion SNCs will not save Nigeria. For any consensus or practicable solutions arrived at the conference would be the result of self-serving efforts of generations of louts, hired assassins, ex-convicts, treasury looters, armed robbers, advance fee fraudsters, decadent clerics and bloodthirsty political godfathers to mention a few. What manner of surplus could result from a gathering of crows?

    That we undermine ourselves and underestimate our self-worth are old stories told. Now that we have failed us, we pursue the comfort of cheap consolations. Nigeria hasn’t failed us. Mr. President hasn’t failed us. Our politicians haven’t failed us. You and I have failed us. You and I are the thorny thickets shielding our shoots from the sunny spokes of daylight.

    Who connived with foreigners and the ruling class to plunder Ajaokuta and pilfer NITEL? Who bursts our pipelines to steal our gas for export? Tell me, who steals at night to strip our streets of floodlights? Is it Mr. President, his deputy, perhaps the Senate President? They couldn’t achieve such bestiality on their own even if they tried, could they?

    We are the hoodlums causing chaos at random, according to the whims of our cowardly godfathers. We are the policemen mounting road blocks at random to fleece hardworking compatriots of the little they manage to scrounge, everyday.

    We are the bankers pilfering the lifesavings of poor and struggling compatriots after we deny them the benefits of patronizing us. We are the bank chiefs stripping Peter to pay Paul and robbing the downtrodden to feed our wantonness and greed.

    We are wives to the thieving governor, and councilor, gigolo to the rogue bank chief. We are the journalists pandering to the whims of predators we have learnt to endure on our power plinths. We are the practitioners who sold out, the watchdog who became lapdogs and then, dung-dogs.

    We are the Lagos big boys and drama queens desperate for groove and splendour in the midst of too much rancour, and squalor. We are the armed robbers and thieves. We are the foolish according to the leadership of the sick and imbecilic.

    We are the activists exploiting the pains of the trodden to perpetuate our grand schemes of wantonness and greed.

    We are the clerics selling salvation to monsters we adorn with power, unquestioningly. We are the prophets of doom and eternal damnation. We are the critics capable of nothing but unsubstantiated claims and clamour. We are the ones who see nothing good in anything.

    And even I who write this epitomize the grandest of all evils, your high and mighty columnist and intellectual terrorist as nothing distinguishes me from the errant breed selling truth to the consistent bidder piece-meal and wholesomely, every time.

    Now there are as many truths as our vanities. We whose job is to salvage by truth and candour have joined the prodigal breed in calling our motherland a failed state. What is a failed state? A failed state is a nation peopled by you and me. There is fundamental evil in our souls hence the vileness of our norms and culture. What evils should we set out to abolish in our modern society? To this, I bet very many well-meaning people would answer poverty, though they ought to answer slavery.

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

    But poverty is merely a symptom, slavery is the disease. The extremes of riches and destitution follow inevitably upon the extremes of leadership and bondage. We are not enslaved because we are poor; we are poor because we are enslaved.

    Yet we have all too often fixed our eyes upon the material misery of the poor without realizing that it rests upon their deliberate degradation into slavery. The evils of power in the present system are greater than is necessary no doubt and to imagine that they might be immeasurably diminished by a more suitable form of democracy, federalism or whatever political contraption catches our fancy amounts to an exercise in futility.

    Like class scum perpetually enslaved to the villainous benevolence of their feudal lords, we have learnt to condone all manners of irregularities in leadership and industry. Every day, we are compelled to work so hard in pursuit of everything and nothing in particular. And almost all who work have no voice in the direction of their work; throughout the hours of labor we are mere machines carrying out the will of a master.

    Work is usually done under disagreeable conditions, involving pain and physical hardship. The only motive to work is wages: the very idea that work might be a joy, like the work of the artist, is usually scouted as utterly Utopian.

    But by far the greater part of these evils are wholly unnecessary. Just like Russell said, if we all could be induced to desire our own happiness more than another’s pain, if we could be induced to work constructively for improvements which we could share with all the world rather than destructively to prevent other classes or nations from gaining an inch above us, the whole system by which the world’s work is done might be reformed root and branch within a generation.

    From the point of view of liberty, what system would be the best? In what direction should we wish the forces of progress to move? Should we continue to place our destinies in the hands of dinosaurs desperate to take with them to their grave, all that’s promising and true of our great nation?

    Should we continue to serve as muscles to the attainment of dreams of creatures of cruelty we have learnt to condone on our power plinths? Desperate times call for desperate measures; except that it is never some desperate measure to seize our destiny from savages doling unequal laws unto our clueless race. It is hardly some desperate measure to pay heed to the riotous yearnings of every human reserve within our battered State as our ability to identify and unite with them in partisanship and ache, inures them time and over again, against the temptations of leadership we loathe and grieve over.

    • To be continued…

  • Revolutionary rascals (2)

    The gecko thinks if it quits the roof to live in the forest long enough, it will become an alligator. Will practice make the cat’s meow boom like a lion’s roar? Let us accord our leaders their rights to everlasting madness, Nigeria shall soon be rid of them. Until then, we will get the quality of leadership that we deserve.

    I have seen all sorts of revolutionary marches and I’ve come to the conclusion that the Nigerian revolutionary is an incurable idiot. It doesn’t make a darn bit of difference what his causes are. It’s worse if he’s in his youth –because then he fully immerses into the backwardness into which he has been born…evolving quite brazenly like a barbarian, badgering onto the stage for acclaim through the trap-door.

    The conscientious and the just, the honorable, gracious and humane; the unselfish and the intelligent may begin a movement—but soon it slips from their grasp turning them from leaders of the revolution into victims of the revolt; thus their seemingly desperate inclinations to distance themselves from every revolutionary march.

    However, the Nigerian youth believes himself staggeringly capable of revolt, although he does not know how to revolt. In his desperate bid to rebel against the established and much dreaded order, he propagates the contradiction of that lifestyle which cultivates sincerity and at once frustrates it. Thus the Nigerian youth remains his own greatest enemy and the most inimitable adversary to the Nigerian dream.

    No revolution can be successful if the human elements serving as its force of change are wholly incapacitated to see to the fruitful end, the ideals of the insurrection; which brings me to the quality of youth mooting the revolt.

    Revolution is never the rebellion against a pre-existing order, but the setting-up of a new order contradictory to the traditional one. How different could an order anchored by the current crop of Nigerian youth be? They are not yet the patriots they are meant to become. This citizenship business confounds them. They have learnt too little and they have too little to pass on, save quackery, insolence, incompetence and greed.

    In the daily lives of our youth, fear plays a greater part than hope: they are more filled with the thoughts of possessions they may acquire and that others may take from them. Russell would say “It is not so that life should be lived”but the Nigerian youth could not be bothered even if they knew that much.

    Many whose lives ought to be fruitful to them, to their friends, and to the world in entirety are hardly inspired by hope and sustained by joy; they seek in imagination the vanities that might be and the way in which they are to be brought into existence. Ultimately they choose the path of decadence. In their private relations they are pre-occupied with the vacuous lest they should lose such affection and respect as they receive; they are engaged in giving affection and respect at a price and the reward often comes by their desperate quests. In their work they are haunted by jealousy of competitors, and are least concerned with the actual task that has to be done. In politics, they spend time and passion defending unjust privileges of their benefactors, godfathers, class or ethnicity, even as they make their world less happy, less compassionate, less peaceful, more full of greed and compatriots whose growth is perpetually dwarfed and stunted by oppression.

    A spectre is haunting the Nigerian youth. Knowingly and unabashedly, they have entered an unholy alliance with the ruling class. They do not constitute formidable opposition to keep the ruling class on its toes neither do they offer invaluable support to keep our leaders on track.

    Their approach to politics complicates the class antagonisms. Society as a whole is splitting up more and more into two great hostile camps, the ruling class and the working class; the proverbial middle class got lost somewhere at the crossroads where the bourgeoisie swallows up the proletariat.

    Though youth does not really have the means to stop the economy, the ruling class dreads the youth, as was discernible when a wave of panic seized the Nigerian government by the jugular in the wake of the Occupy Nigeria protests. What do they fear? It’s without doubt the frequency and the potentials of youth mobilizations. Massive youth mobilizations were taking place across the globe and with often grievous and far-reaching consequences in the affected nations; the Nigerian leadership no doubt dreaded a Nigerian manifestation of the Arab Spring.

    The fear of the Nigerian leadership was however hardly far-fetched given the radicalism of the Occupy Nigeria movement. In a violent society that has no future to offer them, the Nigerian youth have very little to lose; thus their lack of hesitancy in confronting the State. The wish to abolish status quo was widespread among the nation’s youth as they romanticized the idea of a revolution as the protests dragged.

    In spite of the youth’s passionate struggle against the incumbent leadership’s utter insensitivity and cluelessness, the eventual result was basically, an opportunistic contract between the exploiters (the government) and a part of the exploited (labour leadership), at the expense of the rest of the exploited (you, me and everyone) – something Noel Ignatin would call “the original sweetheart agreement.”

    Says a lot of the Nigerian youth’s revolutionary potential. Eventually, the nation’s youth were written off and their grievances dismissed as the crazed rant of a pathetic mass of revolutionary impostors. The youth were eventually dismissed as essentially hopeless and misdirected. Despite the fervor of the Occupy Nigeria movement, the youth remain exploited and perpetually exploitable –victims of what George Bernard Shaw, terms “the stupid system of violence and robbery which we call Law and Industry.”

    Most of the time, youth mobilizations and revolutionary movements attract sympathy from the workers and the population, as if the youth were saying loudly what the majority couldn’t afford to say. Thus, in many instances, youth mobilizations restore to the social camp the confidence in the masses’ ability to resist; and in some cases other working sectors engage in mobilization, following the youth. The Nigerian youth however, presents a contradiction to the benefits of such relationship of trust.

    He is accustomed to keep his head down like one eternally doomed to be adept in all the arts of the beggar. He even presumes a little upon the possession of talents which, as he ought to know, can never compete with cringing mediocrity; in the long run he comes to recognize the inferiority of those who are placed over his head, and when they inflict greater hurt upon him, he becomes refractory and shy, turning round to crawl into the wall when he is backed against it. This is hardly the way to get on in the world but very few Nigerian youths are conversant with the words of Voltaire: “We have only two days to live; it is not worth our while to spend them in cringing to contemptible rascals.” But what if”contemptible rascals” also qualifies a greater percentage of the nation’s youth?

    • To be continued…

  • Prodigals’song

    At the end, our vanities shall ruin us and our truths shall attain clarity of sort. I speak of that moment when lies we tell shall evolve into half-truths and the grotesqueness we swore to escape begin to thrive on our watch.

    The beaming brightness of good shall be visible to all but we shan’t appreciate it even if we tried; because we shall be too blinded by deceitfulness and greed to do that. Thus our descent. As we descend, sophistry and trite banalities shall no longer serve us. Nothing will improve; we shall remain pitiful prey for pathetic predators to plunder, to the death.

    When we protest, riotous court sessions shall be mooted to silence our rancor even as plea bargaining is furnished to protect our light fingered leadership and thieving industry titans. But we shall continue to sit back to watch the news, read the news and curse the times.

    And when self-pity and deceit can no longer serve us, we shall grope through the lattices of personal disaster into the ruins of national disaster. We shall be puzzled how genocide found its perch past corruption and greed, in our hearts – even as we burn and blaze in the name of self-determination, ethnicity, mammon and “God.”

    The language of our madness shall still not be understood by all even as our madness is enabled and patronized by all. From our madness, our vanishing neighbours in the ‘first world’ shall nourish and thrive. Nigeria shall become that perfect prey for the ‘first world’ to rip off.

    We who should be aid-givers shall tirelessly scream and plead for aid. In the name of aid, more weaponry shall arrive our shores than the deplorable glucose and rice rations. Every Nigerian, a revolutionary soldier; every Nigerian child, a gun-totter.

    Secession shall offer no solution. But we shall have it anyway. The South-south shall go with her oil; the South-east with her Achebe-confessed supremacy and monopoly of entrepreneurship. Northern Nigeria shall go with her nuts, itinerant herds and religious fundamentalism; and the South-west shall go with her tottering agriculture, exaggerated sophistication, double standards and arrant complacency.

    In our new republics, civilization shall improve our houses and husks no doubt but little shall be done to improve the men that are to inhabit them. Our government houses shall dwarf the most grandiose Persian castles even as we fail to create statesmen to inhabit them.

    In our Biafra Republic, Oodua Republic, Niger-Delta Republic, United States of Arewa, to mention a few, the “civilized” citizen and elitist’s pursuits shall be no worthier than the savage’s.

    We shall all get the leadership we deserve; our quality even as newly emancipated people shall be reflected in the nature of our leadership. But neither violence nor spite shall rid us of treacherous leadership, corruption in high and low places.

    In the spirit of the revolt, the Nigerian working class and breadlines shall turn on one another, brandishing steel upon steel, bayonet against bayonet, shooting, maiming and decapitating our lavish spirits in the interests of the ruling class; until we become too bloodied to go on.

    Every national treasure and cash-cow shall become principal targets of assault. Every personal asset shall become a spoil of war. Cars, houses, certificates, jewelry, enviable marriages, careers and everything that everybody has ever labored to achieve shall vanish in pillage and devastating bomb blasts.

    We shall watch the deployment of arms to our lost and brainless youth. Having seen too much bloodshed and suffered it; we shall learn to think with the machete and speak with bullets. We shall hound and hack to death, people with whom we used to be next door neighbours, in-laws and “best friends forever (BFF)” simply because they are Yoruba, Igbo, Hausa, Itsekiri, Ibibio etc. We shall watch our mothers and wives get raped to the death. Our daughters and sisters shall become “comfort women” and hyper-active courtesans to at least, four or five soldiers and revolutionaries at a go.

    Within such stew and stink, President Jonathan and company will be nowhere near the scenes of ravage nor would every technocrat, industry leader and self-acclaimed political leader on whose watch Nigeria depletes by pilferage and sabotage. As they do in our state of prewar, they shall be comfortably tucked away in their safe houses abroad, while they monitor and direct the carnage back at the home front.

    And after the bloodbath is over, they shall re-emerge from their safe havens abroad to continue excitedly where they left off; knowing there would be greater chances for consequence-free pillage, murder and fraud. It wouldn’t matter if we are forced to reassemble to rebuild a more broken and battered Nigeria nor would it ever matter if every tribe eventually secedes and attain its nirvana; we all shall be forced to endure the same brutes at the reins of power. Corruption and death shall eclipse the rising sun of Biafra; it shall bury hope in the Federal Republic of Oodua; make more militants in the Niger Delta and silence dissent among the Arewa.

    We do not for instance foresee that terrible thing called betrayal, and chaos, do we? We do not prevision that this heady fantasy of ours will become an everlasting nightmare. When we get to breaking point, fat shall thin on our bones and our skin shall hang loosely on our sketchy skeletons. We all shall become bonier than the Tilapia; with the exception of our elder statesmen and their scions, who shall continue to feed and fatten like the fabled hog, off the hides of us commoners.

    After our battles have been fought and won, we shall live at a loss about how to manage the prize for which we ruined our lives, back when we used to be Nigeria. Our people shall go hungry and since we dare not denounce the oligarchy, we shall vent our venom on one another. The middle class would have died with this era; and all we would have shall be the haves and have-nots. There shall be nothing in between.

    Unemployment will worsen. The plum jobs shall only be for the children of the ruling class and their thug-associates. Today, our local government chairman is a park-thug. Tomorrow, our Senate President will be an outlaw – a professional cultist, arsonist, robber and assassin to be precise – and Mr. President shall be puppet to worse thug-fathers than we have now.

    We should be inching towards freedom but we aren’t. We should have attained freedom, but we haven’t; makes me wonder what manner of patriots we have become. It is our so-called intellectuals, labour leaders, social media activists and human rights activists that amaze me; add to the mix every mercantile journalist, columnist of note and substance, and you have a perfect blend of Nigeria’s worst enemies.

    It will no longer do to excuse our idiocy and greed as significant elements of political and socio-economic expediencies; everybody knows that every one of us seeks to feather his own nest. Yet we who ruin Nigeria are dying to break Nigeria. We who couldn’t love Nigeria enough to save her will ruin the seceded lands of our dreams with all manners of love.

  • Behind the glitter…

    Behind the glitter…

    A glance behind the glitter usually reveals something more than a colourful paradise. It invalidates the deceptions of fame. It is akin to what Saul Bellow likened to picking up a dangerous wire fatal to ordinary folk or rattlesnakes handled by hillbillies in a state of religious exaltation, in 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  which leads to a more profound suspicion of celebrity and acclaim, writes OLATUNJI OLOLADE, Assistant Editor…

    Everybody knew Joe Layode. Then everybody hated Joe Layode, and loved him, just as his characters demanded. Either as the ambitious upstart alongside American movie greats, Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn in the 1951 epic, The African Queen; or Teacher Garuba, the enfant terrible character in rested family soap, The Village Headmaster, Layode captured the subtleties of fiction effortlessly and quite impressively, thus making his simplest interpretations memorable. Like pieces of a shared life, an intimacy between him and whoever cares to remember and appreciate. No eulogy would perhaps depict the essence of the actor whose latter interpretations coincidentally mirrored his shattered end. Perhaps he dreamt a better fate; that, no one would ever know. Critics and movie enthusiasts can only admire what was seen of him and imagine what might have been of the foremost actor whose existence and demise still implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

    Layode, for all his artistry and renown, died wretched at 87. Following a protracted ailment that left him virtually blind and sapped of strength, Layode cut a sorry picture of lack and unappreciated talent often eliciting sympathetic gasps from visitors and neighbours in his Iba Housing Estate neighbourhood. Layode was practically living from hand to mouth as he could barely raise enough money to feed and maintain himself. At his death, he was almost denied a decent burial as he was initially buried in a shallow grave, because there wasn’t enough money to buy him a decent resting place.

    Late Dejumo Lewis, one of his colleagues on The Village Headmaster set, was furious over what he termed shabby treatment of Layode’s body at the supposed venue for the lying in state. Layode’s body was allegedly rejected by the National Theatre. It was also reportedly taken to the Actors Guild of Nigeria (AGN) office at the National Council for Arts and Culture (NCAC) but it was also rejected. Eventually, his casket was returned to the ambulance and taken to the Atan Cemetery, Yaba, where he was buried. But for his daughter, Sade Aladejuwon; veteran artistes, Eddie Ugboma, Elsie Olusola, the Late Dejumo Lewis and National Association of Nigerian Theatre Arts Practitioners (NANTAP) Lagos chapter, the seasoned actor might have suffered a raw deal, even in death.

    And then there was Ahmed Oduola. Popularly known as Dento, Oduola died a few days ago at 66, after suffering a debilitating stroke and tuberculosis. The ailment which left him emaciated inflicted upon him partial paralysis; at some point he was also bedridden and unable to talk. The late actor and his family could not raise the sum of N250, 000 reportedly needed to get him proper medical treatment, thus they had to seek financial assistance from the public.

    Expectedly, well-meaning Nigerians responded to calls for assistance for the late actor. He eventually passed away even though his condition was said to be improving steadily.

    Oduola hailed from Olusunle compound in the Idi-Arere area of Ibadan in Oyo State. Although he brought smiles and laughter to many homes, courtesy his trademark comic character, Dento, he departed the world in a very sad state, dying impoverished in his father’s house despite his long years of service and devotion to Nigerian television and film acting. Oduola began his acting career performing with Lere Paimo’s Eda Onileola Theatre Group, where he acted the role of Aderinto – from where his popular sobriquet, Dento evolved. However, due to lack of fulfillment and stark impoverishment by his chosen profession, Oduola quit acting in his later years to survive by his other skill: tailoring. Unfortunately, he died just before he could chance on survival. He left behind, six wives and eight children, although none of the wives was living with him at the time of his death.

    Although, he passed away before Oduola, the case of James Akwari Iroha a.k.a Gringory, actor and creator of the rested Nigerian Television Authority (N.T.A) family sitcom, The New Masquerade fame, also incites pity and disillusionment in the Nigerian entertainment industry.

    Iroha gave 40 years of his life to acting. But at 70, he died with very little to show for years of dedication to the field. Although newspaper reports alleged that he lived and died in penury, his family members have since mounted vehement protests denouncing the reports as untrue and unfair to a man who contributed so much to Nigeria’s entertainment industry.

    More saddening, however, was the fact that Iroha battled an affliction of the deadly glaucoma his eyes, for which he had undergone several operations both at home and abroad with no success. He later developed high blood pressure and other undisclosed ailments in the course of treating the ailment.

    The 1966 graduate of University of Ibadan spent four days in the hospital in his final battle with an ailment he had been battling for about a decade. No doubt, the fate of Nigeria’s pioneer artistes oftentimes provokes feelings of disillusionment in both the government and the arts industry. A careful perusal of Late Iroha’s disclosure about the state in which they were forced to work emphasizes the desolation that characterizes the world of Nigerian actors, particularly the pioneer generation.

    According to the late actor, “Government, ab initio, was projecting us and said we ought to have been paying them. According to them, that they gave us a medium to express ourselves was good enough; so they were even asking us to pay. They were paying us N250 per episode of The New Masquerade. Some of us got N2; others received N10 only, and even at that we kept praying and hoping that we would appear the next week. So unlike now, we were not paid any professional fees.

    “A time came when I thought the government discovered that they had skeletons in their cupboard. They thought, perhaps, we were going places and at the end of the day we may end up destroying them, exposing them too much in The New Masquerade.

    “That’s why they supported our being yanked off the air. That was how we were rested. I’m sure Nigerians still want the programme, even till tomorrow. If we start it again, it would still be as wholesome and entertaining as it was in the beginning. Even in Nollywood, we have seen all sorts of video productions, but we have not seen anything better than The New Masquerade.”

    Despite inspiring reports about the rising fortunes of the Nigerian film industry – according to CNN and industry statistics, the industry is the second highest revenue earner in Nigeria today with a revenue figure of N9 billion – the lives of many Nigerian actors and actresses contrast negatively with any such phenomenon.

    Reality unarguably dispels claims to riches and stardom perpetuated by many Nigerian actors according to numerous stakeholders. “Most of them earn far little than they claim to earn. If any actor or actress tells you that he or she earns as much as N1.7 million or N2 million per flick, that person is a liar,” claimed a costumier and make-up artist who simply identified herself as Preye.

    Corroborating her, Afolabi Odunjo, a movie producer and editor, disclosed: “Many of them (artistes), in abject desperation to measure up to the hype and expectations of affluence that comes with their fame, influence the media to misinform the public by spreading tales of their mind-blowing salaries and wealth,” he claimed.

    The Nation findings revealed that while artistes in hot demand earn between N500,000 and N300,000, seasoned actors earn a paltry N200,000 or thereabouts for appearances in traditional epics and between N100, 000 and N150, 000 for appearances in contemporary-themed movies.

    Surprisingly, many notable actors earn between N50, 000 and N100, 000 for movie appearances. That is why many of them seek appearances in as much movies as possible – the idea is to improve their net-income per month. If an artiste features in four movies at N80, 000 per flick, there is the likelihood that he or she would earn as much as N320, 000 in a month. However, despite the likelihood of recording such earnings, not a few artistes groan over inability to receive their fees in full, even after fulfilling their part of the contractual obligation.

    Many artistes have been known to storm movie locations to demand their outstanding fees from movie makers. And then many more artistes are forced to barter their appearances in movies for fellow artistes’ appearances in their own movies. This practice is sustained by an unwritten rule of engagement that makes an artiste beholden and morally bound to reciprocate gestures of free appearances in his or her flick by fellow artistes. This professional barter system is blamed for the stark impoverishment of numerous artistes and their inability to measure up to expectations of fame and affluence that they enjoy by their numerous appearances in various movies.

    The deceptions and grand delusions of artistes laying indefensible claims to wealth and breathtaking fees is as prevalent in a particular movie sector. Many artistes in that film industry like their other counterparts, derive satisfaction in faking reality. In fact, the delusion is even more prevalent in the sector as not a few artistes have been known to plummet to obscurity in the wake of their crass showiness and desperate claims to affluence.

    Many actors, according to movie pundits, have plunged to infamy in their desperate bids to keep up appearances and sustain a larger-than-life reputation. “That is why many of them resort to even more desperate measures like serving as drug mules for crime syndicates. That is why certain artistes who dominated the news in the past have dissolved into obscurity despite their numerous appearances in movies today,” according to movie critic and photo-journalist, Olajumoke Ayinde.

    Stories of artistes behaving badly have become almost a sub-field of journalism. However, decorum was preserved by presenting these as having genuine “human interest,” a euphemism for voyeuristic appeal. Till date, many artistes desperately seek to scandalise themselves in a frantic bid to accommodate the demands of fame.

    The mission to illuminate and expose the “real self” behind the screen or stage façade, meanwhile, galvanised journalists. One of the effects of the ever-more intrusive media’s reportage of the private lives of the famous was in promoting the notion that success, happiness and self-fulfillment had little to do with material goods or social status – a comforting thought for people to embrace in a society increasingly characterised by stark inequalities of wealth and power.

    Poverty and the Nigerian artiste

    Some artistes simply choose to remain poor or live within their modest means rather than soil their name and reputation that they have painstakingly built over the years. Think Joe Layode and other pioneers in the field. In fact, the poverty of the Nigerian artiste is an undeniable phenomenon; with numbers increasing dramatically among Nigeria’s surviving generation of pioneer artistes. Those who are not impoverished keep a virtually modest lifestyle. Scared of ending up by their financially disadvantaged predecessors, many contemporary artistes resort to keeping second jobs, particularly those who are too principled to grovel before politicians and criminal masterminds or resort to crime.

    In economic terms, this suggests an oversupply of artists, but unlike other sectors of the economy, artistes hardly quit. That they seemingly “cannot do otherwise”, leads to the notion that the economy of the arts is exceptional. In the sector, the usual mechanisms of supply and demand suffer a dysfunction, according Prince Emeka Nnaji, a lecturer in Film Studies and self-acclaimed movie entrepreneur.

    The problem

    It has become a source of major concern that Nigeria’s artistic heritage is under pressure because most artistes and entertainers end up destitute after they have spent considerable time of their lives entertaining their people. Consequently, many talented artistes are quitting the industry after years of unfulfilled service to practise other vocations as illustrated by the case of Oduola who quit acting to practise tailoring at some point.

    This is thus leading to the extinction of African Artistic heritage. Because of the lack suffered by the passing generation of pioneers, many contemporary artistes are today motivated by the commercial gains derivable from the expression of their talents rather than the love it. Moguls and self-styled godfathers of the entertainment industry who have the power and money to make things happen are beginning to influence the message of the African movie or social documentary. And producers, writers, and directors to mention a few are finding themselves in situations where they sacrifice or substitute the true substance of African cultural heritage with commercial and oftentimes, Western-themed messages aimed at appealing to vanities and making quick money. The common excuse for this new age money driven motivation of some African artistes is that they have to make a living and acquire riches in order not to end up destitute after the fame departs and they are left at the mercy of feeble old age and posterity.

    Unappreciated old glories

    Joe Layode, Hubert Ogunde, Eddie Ugboma, veteran movie maker and one of the first African international actors/directors, among many others helped to put Nigeria and Africa on the world map of artistic reckoning. However, many of these artistic gurus are yet to be appropriately appreciated and institutionalised in the annals of the country’s artistic greats, according to Oliver Mbamara, a United States-based actor/producer and lawyer.

    “Worse still, it is very disheartening to note that such great talents like the famous Claude Eke a.k.a. Cief Jegede Shokoya of The New Masquerade fame did not get any befitting assistance from the people and government of the country when they retired or began their descent from the hill of popularity…Entertainers like these invested all their time and life into entertaining their people. They did not have time for a second job. They did not get any endorsements or have enough money to set up major business ventures. Their names were praised but hardly paid for. No brand name companies that brought returns for using their names in businesses like designer shoes, clothing, cologne, etc. Actually, most of these artistes were barely paid their salaries, yet they continued to be in the entertainment world due to their love of it, and when the salaries ended, they found nothing to live upon,” he lamented

    Lust for the American dream

    “It is no secret that most contemporary Nigerian artistes would die to play the role of a minor or extra in a Hollywood flick. The situation has currently degenerated to the extent star actors and actresses in Nigeria oftentimes reveal, albeit shamelessly, their dreams of acting alongside prominent Hollywood actors. But how would this translate to better fortunes for the Nigerian film industry and better fate for the Nigerian artiste?” wondered Theophilus Onimise, a video store owner and movie enthusiast.

    However, Oyindamola Oluyinka, an actress, disagreed with him. According to Oluyinka, acting alongside prominent Hollywood actors will give Nigerian artistes better exposure and favourably position local talents to a greater world audience.

    Indeed, the United States of America (USA) remains the dream country mostly because many individuals eventually get to realise their aspirations in the American environment but this is mostly with the help of the socio-cultural and economic structure of the society, which strongly rest on the theories, and practices of capitalism. Successful artistes of Nigerian parenthood currently making waves in US and the United Kingdom include Sophie Okonedo of the Hotel Rwanda fame, Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje a.k.a Mr. Eko of the Oz and Lost, H.B.O series fame, Caroline Chikezie of the Supernatural fame, Tunde Adebimpe, Chiwetel Ejiofor of the Amistad, American Gangster and Dirty Pretty Things fame.

    Beyond talk…

    “We may write as many essays and deliver as many papers, but one sure way to go beyond theory,” according to Mbamara, “is for the heads of African government to appoint ministers and commissioners from established and experienced artistes who have the love of the arts and the interest of the culture at heart”.

    Many more pundits have made a case for direct grants to artistes. According to them, such grants must be made truly available to the actual stakeholders in the nation’s film industry – unlike the mythical $200 million largesse President Goodluck Jonathan claimed to have given to the local film industry. According to many artistes, they are yet to receive or benefit from any such money.

    Direct grants or subsidies to artistes are expected to make it possible for an artiste, at a particular point in his or her career, to devote every available time to the production of excellent art work. It is expected to remove the necessity to maintain a day job and assist an artiste in acquiring a critical resource or asset that has longer term returns such as a marketable artistic output, knowledge and skills, marketing and promotion, staff, representation, a piece of equipment, a studio, state of the art gadgets, among many other things. And often direct grants, particularly if competitive or associated with awards, send a signal to other gatekeepers, that is, funders, donors, producers, and the press that a particular artiste is worthy of time and support and may result in more resources and attention flowing to that artiste.

    It may be worth noting, however, that this ‘signalling’ effect can contribute to the ‘winner-takes-all’ phenomenon that sometimes exists in the arts and entertainment sector and thereby make it even more difficult for new entrants to emerge and find resources.

    Notwithstanding its likely gains and demerits, government grants and direct subsidies to artistes simply constitute a measure among many others required to salvage the local film industry and fashion a better fate and work atmosphere for Nigeria’s league of extraordinary artistes. The government and stakeholders need to go back to the drawing board to devise viable and sustainable means to resolve the problems of the local film industry and institutionalise a culture of appreciation of Nigeria’s old glories, stated Idris Shomide, a film critic and script writer.

    Until then, Nigeria will continue to rue the disappearance of its league of extraordinary artistes. That has to be saddening. It is. Even at the verge of obscurity and feeble old age, seasoned artistes like Layode and Iroha still managed to skim that dazzling trope of individuality and excellence that is the soul of acting. Whether as minor and major characters, these Nigerian ambassadors of art told the story fluently, sharing different degrees of intimacies with their fans and critics, with numerous beginnings and ends; a sense of birth and death, while their heartfelt interpretations cheat their fast-dwindling fans of a sigh and charm them to a tear.