Category: Thursday

  • Infrastrucural decay in South Western Nigeria

    I have a feeling that what I am going to write about the South Western part of Nigeria would be true of the entire country. But for clarity, it is better to begin from the particular to the general. I live in Ibadan and in the Redemption Camp in Mowe, Ogun State and I commute between Lagos and Ibadan every week. I also travel regularly between Ibadan and Ado-Ekiti and between Akure and Ilesha. I have also had to travel for research purposes between Ibadan, Oyo, Ogbomosho and Ilorin. The only major axis of the South-west routes which I do not frequent is Lagos-Abeokuta road and Abeokuta-Ibadan road. I had written in the past about the need to connect Sokoto with Badagry which was in the masterplan in road development in this country. If done, this would have relieved the Lagos, Ibadan, Ilorin axis considerably. I am also of the opinion that the Maiduguri-Calabar road needs to be developed in order to ease the transportation of goods from the coast to the North-east. I am also an avid supporter of the coastal route from Lagos going through Warri, Port-Harcourt to Calabar. If done, this will have the effect of the opening up vast areas along the coast for exploitation and development. That belt would provide all the paddy field necessary for the production of rice for the entire country. In short, a comprehensive road development of the country remains a necessary condition for economic development. This is not rocket science; it is what anybody with some modicum of intelligence can understand. If done pari pasu with railway development, this country will be opened up for business. Until this is done, we are just wasting our time. It is a truism that a country that is not in permanent motion is stagnant. In advanced countries, there is usually an integration of all transportation grid involving air, sea, river, surface train, street train, underground train and road network. Anybody who has ever been to Western Europe and the United States would appreciate this point. This is why it is so sad that the only way we move around in Nigeria is by road transportation even though we have two major rivers, Benue and Niger, they are hardly used. Everybody is travelling by road and because of this, the rate of mortality and morbidity on our road is one of the highest in the world.

    This preambular statement is an important background against which my discourse on the South-west will be placed. Whether for good or for bad, the major entry points into Nigeria is Lagos whether by air or by sea. Because of this and as a former capital of the country, Lagos remains the hub of transportation network in Nigeria. It does not matter where you live in the country, Lagos plays an important role in the lives of our people. Most of the goods coming into the country come through Lagos and most of the agricultural products exported out of the country goes through Lagos. At least 60% of the air traffic to and from Nigeria has Lagos has its departure or arrival point. It follows therefore that any serious government must keep the transportation lines to Lagos free all the time because every gridlock in terms of movement of goods and people undermines the economy. This is why it is the height if idiocy that there is only one major road linking Lagos to the North and the East and this is the so called expressway from Lagos-Ibadan and Benin. The Lagos-Ibadan expressway built about 30years ago has collapsed because ab-initio this road was not built to carry the kind of loads it is carrying. Since 1999, this road has not been touched by the federal government. As if to rub salt into our injury the road was given to Bi-Courtney on concessionary basis. After three years, the concession has now been cancelled. We are not interested in the reasons for the cancellation, what interests this writer is the fact that thousands of souls have perished in the course of the three years the road was held hostage by Bi-Courtney. It is surprising that the most important road in the country was used as an experiment and a guinea pig in somebody’s fanciful theory of privatization as the mode of economic development. As far as I know, there was no advertisement and no competition before the road was concessioned to the company that has proved unable to do the job. Nigerians, not only from the South-western part of the country but from everywhere are now victims of this arbitrariness. One of the things that amaze one in this country is the lack of scientific basis of policy formulation. Thus we have a situation where the Lagos-Ibadan road linking the South-west to the North is put on the same pedestal as any other road in the country just for the sake of federal character and geographical balance. We forget that this axis of Lagos-Ibadan-Oyo-Ogbomosho-Ilorin-Kaduna-Kano is where more than two-thirds of the Nigeria population lives. Development is about people, it is not about land. This is what our politicians and policy makers should understand. I am for equal and balanced development, for equitable share of development but it must be people based and people oriented. A situation where the money used in building 10 lane express road between Abuja Airport and Abuja city is freely allocated and disbursed while totally neglecting the centres of population calls into question whether planners in this country are sane or absolutely raving mad.

    Some have suggested that there is a deliberate policy of neglect, isolation and marginalization of the South-west by this present Federal Government. There is a plausible case that can be made but I will refuse to make it. This is because since 1999 well before this government came into power, the South-west has suffered total abandonment and neglect. The Ibadan-Ilorin expressway was awarded for construction and we were told that funds had been sourced from ADB (African Development Bank). The road itself is less than 150km in fact Ibadan is almost equidistant from Lagos as it is from Ilorin. In these 14 years, it is only a stretch of about 25km that has been constructed on this highway. The state of the Lagos-Abeokuta highway awarded at the same time leaves much to be desired and the road stopped in Abeokuta instead of continuing to Ibadan. The Ibadan-Ife road that was scheduled to continue to Akure, the center of Cocoa production in Nigeria stopped abruptly after Ilesha and even this shortened form of the express road has virtually been abandoned. The Akure Ado-Ekiti road, Akure-Ilesha road, and the Osogbo, Iwo, Ibadan road suffered the same neglect as other roads in South-west part of Nigeria that are federal roads. The policy of neglect if not the policy of President Jonathan must be the policy of the PDP, a policy that started under Olusegun Obasanjo in 1999.

    As I stated, I would not want to blame President Jonathan for the neglect of the South-west even though the signs of marginalization are everywhere in road construction and in appointments. Whatever the case maybe, the cumulative decay of infrastructure in the South-west is on the watch of President Jonathan and he has to do something about it. We have a saying in my place that when a baby’s head is wrongly positioned on the back of his mother in the market, it is the duty of any old person to put the situation right. This is what I am doing. My credo is that; if any part of Nigeria is hurting, the whole country suffers greatly. What is good for the South-west would also be good for the South-east and for the much neglected North-east, a neglect that has bred the rebellion camouflaging under the rubric of Boko haram. A lot of injustice has been committed in this country and we need to start making things right for everybody. Redressing obvious neglect in one area, while abandonment and marginalizing other areas is not in the interest of the country. We should embrace the Jeremy Benthamite’s doctrine of ensuring the happiness of the greatest number of our people.

  • Dipo Ayeni vs the police

    Until his retirement from the police some weeks ago, Emmanuel Dipo Ayeni behaved like the typical Nigerian, who saw evil but kept quiet. We are all like that. As long as we are not directly affected by what is happening around us, we keep mute. W e pretend that all is well when we know that things are going awry. Why are we like that? Is it because of the fear of being roped into something that we know nothing about? Whatever may inform our decision, our experience over time has shown that this is not the best way to be our brother’s keeper. Keeping silence in the face of danger or when evil is being perpetrated does not portray us as men with balls.

    Some people tend to behave this way because of what they have gone through in life or what they have learnt from the experience of others. Yet, the question is does this make it right for us to feel unconcerned about other people’s plight, especially when they suffer injustice? Until Ayeni found his voice following his retirement, he was like all of us. He pretended to see no evil even when it was being perpetrated right under his nose in the police. What Ayeni feared most by not speaking out then seems to be catching up with him now. He was probably afraid of losing his commission by speaking out while in office. The safest thing to do, he reasoned, was to wait till after leaving Service to blast the oppressors.

    His thinking was after retirement, they cannot do anything to me. Yes, that should be the case in a decent society, where civil and human rights are respected. This is not the case in our country and it is so painful that what many countries have taken for a given are considered a big deal by us. In those places, the police are in the vanguard of protecting the people’s rights and they do everything to uphold these rights. In our own case, the police infringe upon these rights at will and go scot-free. This is why today, the people fear the police more than soldiers, who are trained to kill because they operate on short fuse. Our police operate on shorter fuse these days as they kill and maim at the slightest provocation. These days, it is only a fool that argues with a policeman with a gun.

    No matter how you look at it, we are not safe with the police, yet they refer to themselves as our ”friend”. Friends who kill, maim, loot and rape innocent women! This is the type of police that we have and in which Ayeni served for long before retiring last year. It is not his fault that the police is what it is today. We cannot blame Ayeni for that. But we can ask him what did he do to make things right as a very senior officer? Did he complain about the rot in the police to the authority? What did he do in his own Command to set example for others? Were his complaints looked into by the Police Service Commission (PSC)? But then, we cannot blame Ayeni too much because he might not have been in a position to change things. What about the PSC? Is it just concerned with the appointment and promotion of officers because it is usually during this exercise that we hear about the Commission working?

    With his retirement, Ayeni appears set to fight the evils he saw in the police from outside. He has taken the first step in his crusade by letting us into what is happening there. ”The way the Nigerian Police Force is operating today”, he said, at his pulling out and farewell parade in Jos, Plateau State, over three weeks ago, ”leaves much to be desired not because its personnel are not professionally competent but due to some dangerous chemistry that has been badly mixed against the soul of this vital organisation. I must talk on this now or I will be condemned by history. This is in the best interest of the progress and development of our dear country”. Ayeni was talking as an insider and he was not done yet.

    ”The reform that is going on in the police is extremely cosmetic and it cannot take the Police Force to the next level . Frankly speaking, the white papers on the different committees’ reports on the Police Force are not being properly implemented. We should embark on a wholesale reform that is fundamental, that is, the reform that will properly position the Nigeria Police Force for effective service delivery. If the Nigerian Police is well organised, it will perform its constitutional and statutory duties very well”, he noted, adding :

    ”There are rules governing promotions in the police, but in the name of reform, promotion is done with decoration of heavy conspiracy between the Inspector-General of Police (IG) and the PSC. The known criteria for promotion particularly based on seniority and merit have been consigned to the dustbin of history. Promotion is now a reward for parochial loyalty to the IG and PSC chairman. How can one justify the promotion of some officers to the rank of Deputy Inspectors-General of Police (DIGs) and Assistant Inspectors-General of Police (AIGs) by the PSC, elevating junior officers above their seniors. What is the professional reason for the retirement of 13 AIGs that were cut down in the prime of their career without committing any offence known to law. The president should have intervened when officers who served their fatherland patriotically were butchered by the PSC and its cohorts”.

    Strong words, yes, very strong words, but I believe that Ayeni must have his facts to have spoken the way he did. True to type, the PSC has taken him up on his remarks. From its reaction, it is glaring that the PSC is not happy with Ayeni, who the IG has already queried. His offence, I guess, will be that he opened his mouth too wide at his farewell parade. Pray, if a man cannot express his feelings while in Service because of certain rules must he still be gagged by those rules after retiring? Rather than query Ayeni, I think what the IG should do is to look into Ayeni’s claims. Are they true or not? Are people being promoted on the basis of their relationship with the IG? Are such promotions on merit or a reward for subservience? Should a man be queried for his honest and frank opinion about an organisation he diligently served for 32 years, rising to the position of Commissioner?

    It is in the character of the po

    lice to harass and hound bold

    and fearless officers. Remember Alozie Ogugbuaja? For speaking out at the Akanbi panel , which probed students’ riot during the Babangida regime, Ogugbuaja was eventually forced out of Service. Is the police better for it today? The answer is no. Now, they seem to be threatening Ayeni with the same treatment, forgetting that he has already retired from Service. With his new status as a retiree, is Ayeni still subject to the authority of the IG or PSC, which is also spoiling for a fight with him over his December 10 remark in Jos? The issue should not be to hound Ayeni, the messenger. If we do that, we will be missing the point. The message is what we should look at. Is there anything in it that the police can use to better themselves and become people-friendly?

    ”Police is your friend” is a mere phrase we see on paper in police stations nationwide. The police do not live up to this legend. As presently constituted, the ”police is not our friend”. How can they be the people’s friend with some of the atrocities they perpetrate across the country? These atrocities are well known to the IG and PSC. But they have never done anything to restore our confidence in the police, which have a crucial role to play in national development. Rather than join issues with Ayeni, the IG and PSC should look inwards and do the right things to give us a people’s police. Denying Ayeni his retirement benefits will serve no useful purpose. Did he breach any law by expressing his opinion on a matter he felt strongly about upon retirement?

    The IG and PSC should tread cautiously on this matter. There is no need making a scape-goat of Ayeni for saying what we already know about the police. This is the more reason why he probably didn’t talk while in Service. He has said his piece and he should be allowed to go with his peace of mind, rather than being served with a query, which end result can be predicted.

  • This year…as all others (3)

    This year as all others, we pretended to have answers to everything. Did we? This year, we continued to spit words and eat them, like the dog that waddles back to gobble its vomit.

    This year, we quoted Nietzsche, Plato, Disreali among others to garnish our columns while we did all we can to silence true-born dissent on our news pages and news networks, lest we incur the ire of irate benefactors.

    This is the year we ennobled the thieving statesman and denied the patriot the plaudits we save for noble compatriots. This is the year we celebrated underachievers as the best of overachievers. This year, we celebrated the vanities of dim-witted celebrities on front-pages of our national newspapers.

    Here goes the year we exhausted newsprint and priceless airtime to glamorize the shenanigans of “society bigwigs and small wigs”although we cannot tell and still cannot tell, the simplest manifestations of our news practice, on say, the vendor who markets the newspaper or his girl-child for whom Universal Basic Education (UBE) remains an everlasting fantasy.

    This is the year we feted the northern mafia, eastern cabal, western gerontocracy, and south-south uprising, as usual, even as they undermined our collective dreams and everything that nationhood and ambition had ever bestowed us.

    Beyond our elegant words and brazen manifestations of high character, our practice is modeled after some greedy few’s cartography of citizenship than by any internal dynamic of allegiances. Hence our misinterpretation of the social contract between the Fourth Estate and every other estate charged with the administration and supervision of our nation-state.

    Thus this year as all others, we hid behind interviews, ‘big interviews,’ to abdicate our responsibilities to the Nigerian public. This is the year we taught the public to feast and digest perversion because we believe it’s what they love to do best; because we know if we treat them to more depravity, they will become more willing participants, and we would get more adverts and keep smiling to the banks.

    This is the year in which we squandered N1 billion or thereabouts to feed Mr. President and his deputy; this year, Mr. President approved N15 billion official residence for Mr. Vice President because leaders of men like them deserve to eat and dwell like no ordinary man.

    This year, President Goodluck Jonathan afflicted our luck with his New Year gift of fuel subsidy removal. In response, we marched out in protest to establish our home grown Occupy Nigeria movement but failed devastatingly because our voices quieted to racism and confusion. Mr. President’s kinsmen believed Nigeria should get with the programme; a South-south man is in power and everything he does should be accepted unquestionably.

    This is the year in which our brothers in the north-east tirelessly blew to death our mothers and daughters, sons and fathers in the market place, on the playground, in our bedrooms and houses of worship in the name of politics and religion. This is the year in which our brothers in the south-east determinedly kidnapped our wives and daughters, mothers and fathers, sons and heirs apparent, for a ransom, and their lust for unearned affluence. This is the year in which our brothers in the southwest habitually mortgaged our future on the altar of politics, personal and sectarian greed. This year as all others, we refused to dissect these maladies, in the interest of our nation and thus helped the world to understand why we are regarded as the inheritors in whose hands the heritage dies and everything fails.

    This year, we affirmed those dreadful points our internal and external publics love to make; that we have become inept, mediocre, irredeemably shorn of truth and uprightness in our work. This year, we affirmed that we are amoral and somewhat intellectually challenged by our ethnic and intellectual bigotry.

    This year, we failed to actualize press freedom because it was socio-politically incorrect to do so. This year as all others, we failed to acknowledge that our survival or death as a nation is undeniably entwined with the tenor of practice and citizenship of the Nigerian press.

    If words could bite, I hope this mauls the fingers and tongues of the spin-masters till they spin nothing but gibberish. I speak of the one who laments the state of the Nigerian media and in the same breadth burns our bridge to the future of our dreams.

    This year as all others, I make a case for re-sensitization of the Nigerian media. It is time we dismembered our clan of the shameless breed. I speak of the almighty charlatan who believes that the status quo should be sustained ad infinitum because characters like him deserve the right to unquestionable practice.

    Lest you think I moot that the press be gagged, I suggest no such arbitrariness – even if I do, it would hardly matter because we go through the practice, gagged.

    We are our worst enemies. In spite of everything, we choose to play god. That is why “dogs don’t eat dogs” in our Fourth Estate although it’s okay if we choose to eat the entrails of a few ordinary Nigerians and almighty benefactors, like the unfortunate adulterer caught pants down even as we underreport thieving bankers stealing from wretched folk to enrich their privileged peers.

    I hope we find the courage to report; “The Rot in the Media.” I hope we find the courage to report that for every kobo looted by government, in our public and private sectors, the press gets to have its take however meager it is. Dateline: media parleys, press conferences and governors’roundtables.

    Were we passionately inclined to monitor our affairs daily that we may not digress and put to shame our practice, wouldn’t journalism be much better? Were we humane enough to improve our welfare and conditions of service, wouldn’t our journalists be dignified and our practice nobler?

    It’s time we asked: “Who is a journalist?” and aspire to an untainted definition of it. It’s time we redefined what level of knowledge, qualification and professionalism is expected of a journalist. It’s time we ascertained what manner of passion channels the direction of our news practice.

    It’s time we refused to humour such society that continually disrespects us and treats us as disposable pawns in its grand scheme of themes. Come 2013, shall we continue to service the depravity of folk for whom our pens write maladies at the expense of melodies impoverished folk would die to have us write about, that they might fare better?

    Will 2013 mutate like our past? Shall we remain intellectual hit men of every hoodlum with towering cash? Shall we become cliff-hangers to take the portrait of every looter with a promising smile? Shall we remain the media managers that pay poorly even as we label expatriate firms, slave-drivers?

    Next year, will the masses stare at our cover pages with knowing glares, knowing they would never feel the infinitesimal clangor of chilled hope because we are, as usual, nothing more than an aberration of their desperate circumstances? Shall we continue to speak from both sides of the mouth? Shall we continue to eat like idiots at the feast of the one who calls us “idiot?”

  • Justice Kayode Eso: A tribute

    The death of Justice Kayode Eso hit most of us who knew him like a thunderbolt. When a man of his stature dies in Yorubaland, the cry is ‘Erin wo, Ajanaku sun bi oke’ meaning something like an earthquake has struck. The name Eso carries some significance in Yorubaland. In the days of the old Oyo Empire, the guardian or military class was known as the Eso and anybody by such a name in Yorubaland comes from the military aristocracy.

    Kayode Eso was of course not an Oyo man but an Ijesha man and it is generally known that Ijesha people are fighters who would not easily surrender to any overbearing force. This was why they and the Ekitis in the Ekiti Parapo Confederacy fought the Oyo Empire under its Ibadan military leaders to a stalemate between 1873 and 1886 and finally until Pax Britannica was imposed on the country in the 1890s.

    Justice Kayode Eso trained as a lawyer and attended Trinity College Dublin where he imbibed deeply the Irish scholastic tradition particularly in the liberal arts before studying law. This was why Justice Eso was so well grounded in literature and in the use of the English language. He could have, if he had wanted, become an English teacher with specialization in Shakespeare. He was a product of Ilesha Grammar School and he was very proud of it. He was in Ilesha Grammar School with another great legal scholar, Dr Ajayi former Solicitor- General and Permanent Secretary in Ministry of Justice in western Nigeria. I remember interviewing him when Dr Ajayi gave me his huge and scholarly manuscript for editorial improvement one or two decades ago. There was a particular page in the manuscript that was very interesting to Justice Eso and he asked me in his characteristic way whether the author mentioned the fact that he could not wrestle him down during ijakadi (wrestling competition). The judge was referring to something young people did in their pre-teen and teenage years as a form of recreation and exercise in the villages and the small towns of Yorubaland. As sophisticated and highly educated as Justice Kayode Eso was, he still remembered his roots and against those whom he wrestled. He had his ears close to the ground throughout his life; he loved his native Ilesha and Ijesha land generally.

    I know that he was heavily involved in plans of industrialization of Ijesha land. I remember visiting him with my late friend, Professor Biola Ojo during which time he was discussing in details with Prof Biola Ojo who also was a man of means and who had the progress of Ijesha land in his heart about resuscitation of the International Breweries – the only industrial plant in Ilesha.

    Justice Kayode Eso, in spite of his devotion to his native land was a Nigerian patriot. In his life, there was no contradiction between a local patriot and a nationalist. He was a good Yoruba man as well as an excellent Nigerian. On returning from his legal studies in Ireland and the UK, he settled down in Jos where he commenced his legal practice before coming to Yorubaland. In other words, he cut his legal teeth in Jos. Jos in those days was a cosmopolitan town with a section called Anglo-Jos where the British Tin Mining Community resided. This may sound rather quaint to many readers but in actual fact, Jos was the only town in Nigeria that was close to English culture because of the presence of many English people who had settled there to make a living and it was among these people that Justice Kayode Eso felt at home. He practiced law in Jos with the likes of Mr Agbakoba, Olisa Agbakoba’s father. Jos in those days was also inhabited by large Ogbomosho community including the present Shoun of Ogbomosho, Oba Oyewunmi Ajagungbade the third. There were other Nigerian communities particularly Urhobo of present day Delta and many others in the business and legal community from Eastern Nigeria and present day Delta area. It was in Jos that Justice Kayode Eso developed his pan Nigerian outlook and orientation. His wife, Mrs. Aina Eso, a lady that has hugely complemented Justice Kayode Eso is from the Niger Delta. It is not difficult to understand why Justice Kayode Eso loved Nigeria so much and why he was hugely disappointed that Nigeria was punching both locally and internationally below its weight. I remember an incident which personally made the revered Justice wonder what was going on in this benighted country. He had a fish pond in his well appointed Villa in Ibadan and nursed the fishes for a long time checking them and feeding them every morning as a hobby. Against all pleading that the fishes were hefty enough for harvest, he kept saying his wife should tarry a little longer. But alas one morning he woke up and all the fishes were gone. Some miscreants had stolen into his compound in the night to harvest the work of his hand. The old man could not believe what had happened. He jokingly said, some people obviously needed the fish more than himself. The Judge felt this incident symbolizes and epitomize the collapse of the moral order in Nigeria.

    On a personal note, I want to pay a special tribute to Justice Kayode Eso’s sense of fairness as a judge especially in the turbulent days of political squabbles and recrimination in the old western region. I remember a case which went before Justice Kayode in the early 1966 in which my brother, the late Chief Joseph Oduola Osuntokun erstwhile Minister of Education in Western Nigeria was involved along with virtually the entire cabinet of the late Chief S.L. Akintola the premier who had just been assassinated. The crisis in the Action Group between 1961 and 1962 had been so destructive in Yorubaland to the extent that both Sir Adesoji Aderemi the Governor, Chief S.L. Akintola, the premier and Chief Obafemi Awolowo leader of Action Group and leader of opposition in the Federal House of Representative had suffered huge personal losses. This tragedy eventually ended with Chief Awolowo being incarcerated for treasonable felony. The crisis in the West eventually led to a military intervention in Nigerian politics. It was therefore natural for the supporters of Chief Awolowo to feel triumphant after the January 1966 coup and to use their influence to deal with their political enemies. It was in such circumstance that the entire cabinet of Chief Akintola was hurled before Justice Kayode Eso and many expected them to be dealt with ruthlessly. To many people’s surprise, Justice Eso decided the case rather fairly and freed those who were innocent even to the surprise of those who had expected the worst. I was an undergraduate student of the University of Ibadan at that time and my late brother was in the dock and we were all so surprised about the judicial integrity of Justice Kayode Eso. So when people talk about him in abstract, I can provide life experience of the integrity and humanity of this great Judge. Justice Kayode Eso in later years was very fond of my brother Prof Kayode Osuntokun. As far as I know, apart from the late Justice Olajide Olatawura and Justice Tayo Onalaja, he was the only legal dignitary who sometimes attended the annual lecture in honour of Kayode Osuntokun at the Kayode Osuntokun Auditorium at the University College Hospital Ibadan.

    In later years, I got to know Justice Kayode Eso very well and even to know his son Olumide and Olumide’s wife Ronke, Major General Henry Adefowope’s daughter who happens to be my in-law. The Yoruba say that life is like old man river, you never know when you will cross it. At 87, Justice Kayode Eso lived well and lived long. May God rest his soul, be with his wife, with his two children and grandchildren. He has lived an exemplary life and joined the saints in his old age. Even though the situation in Nigeria seems dire, but who knows what the future will bring. Whatever it brings, whether good or bad, Justice Kayode Eso’s contribution to the growth of this country will remain imperishable and his name will be written in gold. Adieu the Cesarus of the legal profession in Nigeria and an Icon of judicial erudition.

  • In the womb of 2013

    In 96 hours, 2012 will become history. Already, we have started wishing ourselves happy new year in advance. We do this not because we are sure of anything but because we believe that we will see the new year whether the enemy likes it or not, to borrow a popular refrain. In no time, 2012 has come and is virtually gone. When we were entering the year about 362 days ago, we did so with high hopes, just as we are doing now with the approach of 2013. As we take stock of the outgoing year in preparation for the coming of 2013, there are many things to reflect upon.

    Those who are deep will want to give thanks to God for His protection, preservation and provision in the outgoing year. If it was not for Him, it is not likely that many of us will still be around today. Remember, many have gone and those of us who are still alive are not around because we are better than those who are dead. We are alive by the grace of God. We remember incidents which claimed the lives of many, but which we survived not because of our holiness but because the Lord in His infinite mercy decided to keep us. Our prayer now is that we will complete the 2012 race. Though it remains four days from today, but as I write this on the night of Christmas, I know too well that some may die before January 1, 2013, notwithstanding the fact that we have been wishing one another happy new year in advance in the past few days.

    What is really new about a new year? Is there anything new in it? Is it not just a change in time and calendar as we witness every day? Well, a new year is significant because it has gone through 365 days or 366 days as in the case of 2012, which was a leap year. To run a calendar for one whole year is not a joke in a country like ours which lacks the basic facilities for healthy living. To live well and long, a man must plan his life in line with the existing facilities in his country. Most of these facilities are expected to be provided by the government in collaboration with the private sector in certain areas. The buck, no matter how we look at it, stops at the government’s desk because these amenities are basic infrastructure required for the day-to-day existence of the people.

    We are talking about schools, hospitals, roads, electricity, water, security and those other things that make the world tick. In our country many people have taken it upon themselves to provide these facilities, but they are few and far between. The majority does not have what it takes to put these things in place. It is because of this silent majority that the government must be alive to its responsibilities. With President Goodluck Jonathan promising that things would be better in 2013, I want to believe that the yearnings of this silent majority for the presence of government in their lives will be answered. Is the president’s promise a good sign that things will be better for all of us in 2013?

    If the president can make such a promise then it follows that 2013 should be a year we should all look forward to with high hope. With or without the president’s promise some of us are hopeful that 2013 will be better. We have lived on such hope for ages and it seems we will continue to be hopeful year after year because as the saying goes ‘’while there is life, there is hope’’. We are hopeful for a better 2013 not necessarily because the president said so, but because it is in the nature of man to always look at the brighter side of life. Whenever a new year is approaching like this we make resolutions; whether we will keep them or not is a different ball game

    Some resolve to stop smoking; some resolve to stop philandering; some resolve to stop drinking and so on and so forth. The bottom line of it all is that the new year should be better than the old. This is the kind of resolution our president has made. He wants to be a better president in 2013, it, therefore, follows that we should be better followers too. As long as the president leads well, the people will follow. All he needs do is to shine the torch so that we can find our way. So far, the president has not met our expectations and he too knows. His resolution, if I may call it that, could be another way of telling Nigerians that ‘’yes, I know that I have failed you, please forgive me I will do better next year’’.

    To admit one’s failure is not a sin, it is the beginning of the sinner’s desire to change for good. In the outgoing year, Nigerians suffered a lot. They virtually went through hell in the daily pursuit of their means of livelihood. With the epileptic power supply, fuel scarcity and the high cost of goods and services, the fortunes of the common-man further dwindled. They lived from hand to mouth and from all the indices now there is no hope for them in 2013 except the president improves on his performance. As a president, who I believe has his ears to the ground Jonathan must know what troubles those he governs. He mentioned some of the people’s problems in his remarks at the foundation laying of Living Faith Foundation’s Bible College in Kaduna on Sunday.

    Hear him : ‘’Small businesses such as barbing salons cannot continue to buy generators to operate and break even. My wish is for Nigerians not to have generating sets’’. Mr President if South Africa can run its economy without generators, what stops us from doing the same? What is required is the will to fix the power sector and if you can do that we are on our way to have a country which will be second to none in Africa. The question is will the hawks in your administration allow you to serve the longsuffering people of our country? The choice is yours sir. You are by the grace of God our leader today and you don’t have to kowtow to anybody. Rather, people should be beholden to you because as they say in my village, ‘’you hold the knife and the yam’’.

    In Nigeria today sir, your word is law. What you want you will get as long as it is within the purview of the law. All you need do is to discard those who do not wish you and by extension the nation well. If you do that, you are on your way to writing your name in gold. I want to hold you by your word that next year will be better because having made that declaration you have no choice than to live up to it. Let me quote you here again sir. ‘’Let me assure all of you and indeed all Nigerians that 2013 will be better for us than 2012 in all aspects of the nation’s history. The new year shall be better for us in terms of job creation, wealth creation and improved security among others’’. I say amen to that. You were right on track when you referred to the people’s cynicism about your administration. That cynicism, you must know, is informed by what they have gone through under you in the past two years.

    It is left for you to make us believe in you in 2013. Again, your observation is appropriate here : ‘’Sometimes, challenges make people doubt the sincerity of government, but I am confident that God knows everything’’. Yes, God knows everything, but it is man that will do the job here on earth through His grace. Sir, are you that man? Happy New Year Nigeria and may the Lord guide us aright.

  • Igbo and Yoruba culture clash

    The verbal war between the Igbo and Yoruba columnists and opinion moulders over the role of their elites in the Nigerian post independence crisis and the subsequent civil war (1967-1970) rages on. The former celebrate Ojukwu and Achebe as heroes while demonising Awo as the architect of Igbo tragedy. The latter insist the statement of Awo, their hero, that ‘starvation is a weapon of war’, is not the answer to Igbo failure of leadership. That both derived different conclusions from the same set of facts only underscores our multiculturalism. As products of different cultures, our perception of reality is conditioned by our values, mores, norm and language.

    This explains why our elder statesman, Professor Chinua Achebe, a former Biafra cultural ambassador will declare with such finality that ‘Nigerians hate the Igbo because of their superior culture’. Of course, were Bola Ige, the unrepentant Yoruba irredentist and Achebe’s friend, to be alive, he would have countered by insisting Yoruba culture is the most advanced in Africa. Our pastoralists brothers from the Sahel of the north would, have as they once did in the 50s, dismissed the cultures of those they derogatively referred to as ‘half naked people of the east and unbelievers of the west’ as inferior. Never mind that anthropologists have long said no one culture is superior or inferior.

    The clash of culture also accounts for Achebe’s claim ‘there was a country’ while others argue what he saw, was probably an apparition, if he meant the Biafra nation Ojukwu created on May 30, 1967 which he impudently claimed ‘no power in Black Africa ‘could suppress, long after Gowon’s creation of a 12-state structure of May 26, 1967 which carved out South-eastern and Rivers states for the Ijaw, Efiks and Ibibio – sworn enemies of the Igbo.

    Achebe and Igbo elite also insist Awo betrayed the Igbo by reneging on a promise to declare an Oduduwa Republic. Again that amounts to viewing reality only from Achebe’s ‘superior Igbo culture’. Ojukwu was not in a position to know all that transpired in the meeting between Awo and Yoruba leaders in early May, where Awo made the statement, but it is on record that Awolowo later led a delegation of Western and Mid-Western leaders to Enugu on May 6, 1967, to dissuade Ojukwu from seceding according to Hilary Njoku’s ‘A Tragedy Without Heroes’.

    Both Ojukwu, who Professor Aluko said spoke better Yoruba than many Yoruba, and Achebe who lived in Ibadan, knew that Awo might have been revered by his Yoruba people, but that would not translate to Awo railroading the Yoruba to a war for which they were ill-prepared. With western Nigeria taken over by ’a northern army of occupation’ according to Awo himself, Yoruba would have asked him to first go and bring his children from London to lead the battle if he insisted on a mass suicide.

    Achebe claimed Zik was cheated because of cross carpeting after the 1952 election he had won. Igbo commentators as a result of selective perception seem not to be interested in all available documents which have shown that what happened was not different from Igbo going into coalition with the north in 1959 and 1979.

    But even if the story were different, bearing in mind our cultural differences, why should the decision of Yoruba elite to take their own destiny in their own hands in a federation where a northerner then controlled the North, an easterner controlled the East and Zik, based in Yoruba land using the platform of NCNC, a Yoruba party which had only one Igbo man during its first inaugural meeting, to mobilise the Igbo who had by 1959 outstripped the Yoruba in education, become the basis for bitterness passed down generations by leaders like Achebe?

    Would the Igbo elite which later schemed out Eyo Ita, a minority, as premier of the East have allowed a Yoruba man as premier of East in 1952?

    Of course the Igbo had the right to self-determination following the pogrom in the north. But others from different cultural background would have adopted a different approach. For instance the Yoruba culture prepares you for decision making , leadership and bravery through all forms of allegories : “Emi ko leku, ki nje oye ile Baba re’’ ‘the faint hearted never inherits his father’s throne’ ; but you are equally warned , “ti owo eni ko ba te eeku ida, a ki bere iku ti o pa baba eni”. (If you don’t control the armoury, you don’t embark on a war of vengeance). Ojukwu was stampeded to secession with less than 200 rifles.

    By 1968, with the fall of Enugu and defection of Zik, the war was effectively lost. But Ojukwu and Achebe extended the suffering of their people until 1970. Ojukwu returned after a decade in exile for an act of contrition by teaming up with his northern nemesis. He was later to work against the interest of June 12 and Yoruba, his host, by becoming an errand boy to Europe for Abacha.

    Again, if Yoruba do not regard such celebrated Igbo leader a hero, blame it on Yoruba culture that inculcates the spirit of supreme sacrifice for your host in times of great adversity (Fajuyi chose to die with Ironsi). This is contrary to Igbo culture which according to Achebe expects Igbo who stay in strange land to abandon their hosts “who know how to appease their gods when calamity befalls the owners of the land”. Igbo abandoned Lagos during the June 12 crisis to avoid becoming victims of war orchestrated more by their leaders. But again, MKO Abiola who on the eve of 1993 election predicted his martyrdom by making metaphorical allusion to those the Yoruba chose to carry sacrifice to the gods paid the supreme sacrifice.

    What has become apparent from the foregoing is a clash of culture between the Igbo and their Yoruba host. It was precisely to forestall such clash in a nation with over 250 ethnic nationalities that Ahmadu Bello, one of our founding fathers had in response to Zik admonition that they should forget their cultural differences to hasten their task of decolonization, warned they should instead endeavour to ‘understand our differences.’

    Tragically, over six decades after Ahmadu Bello’s warning, a segment of Nigerian ruling class made up of ‘vultures’ from the north, east and west, that have always exploited the divisive cultural differences, for personal gains such as becoming president without a political base, acquiring oil blocks, partaking in sharing of our national patrimony, and day light stealing of close to N2 trillion, still insist convocation of a sovereign national conference to discuss our differences is an invitation to disintegration of the country.

    All our angry, educated but jobless youths want is good things of life. Too lazy to worry about the past, they have become miracle seekers who want victory without war. Their counterparts from the north earnestly yearn for a messiah. Youths who don’t understand where they are coming from cannot chart the way forward. The challenge is therefore before the current political ruling class. They must learn from the selfless sacrifices of founding fathers of America, Germany and present Russia to negotiate our own variant of federalism.

    Every nationality has the right to choose its own hero as dictated by its culture. That is the whole essence of federal arrangement which as a social philosophy strives to liberate groups from the tyranny of the state. More than half of the world population has adopted one form of federal arrangement or the other. Europe after two world wars is resorting to a federal arrangement. Britain has accepted the Northern Ireland challenge after 300 years of forced marriage. This is the time to liberate this nation from the strangle-hold of ‘vultures’.

  • A prayer at ‘Xmas

    A prayer at ‘Xmas

    DOES Christmas still have its charm?

    Despite the huge security blanket thrown around the country, gunmen stormed a church in Yobe State on Christmas Eve, killing the pastor and five others. Christmas Day was bloody in Maiduguri where six Christians were killed at the First Baptist Church. So sad.

    The Pope, in his Urbi et Orbi (to the city and to the world) homily, referred to savage acts of terrorism in Nigeria. Christian Association of Nigeria (CAN) President Ayo Oritsejafor described it all as bestial.

    Every Yuletide brings back memories of those good old days of innocence when one trudged on to church on Sundays, a routine enforced – or encouraged- by some relations who saw it all as a way of instilling some moral lessons in us.

    The church in Ado-Ekiti, capital of Ekiti State, was a special structure sitting majestically on a large expanse of land, with its rocky walls and alluring landscape of flourishing green grass and teak trees. The surreal mix of facts and fantasy vividly portrayed by the murals; the quiet ambience of the big hall and the sober demeanour of the Reverend and his assistants all combined to give us the feeling that our prayers would surely reach God.

    For me, it was one of those small serendipities; mum was a practising Moslem. But, it was an opportunity to pray for those little things ever craved by a kid – toys, a bicycle and a nice dress at Yuletide.

    There is no gainsaying that the tone and pattern of my prayers have since changed. I no longer ask God to give dad some cash so that I could have a bicycle or a new dress. I now pray for peace in Nigeria, for wisdom for our leaders and, above all, for justice. Isn’t injustice at the root of almost all the problems terrorising Nigeria?

    As usual, our leaders have made all the admonitions, preaching love and asking Nigerians to embrace unity, shun all acts that oil our engine of ethnicism and embrace the virtues that our Saviour died – and rose – for. Good. But I often wonder why the responsibility is all ours; never theirs, even as they get all the benefits.

    President Goodluck Jonathan has said the government has the capacity to effect changes – many doubt this – and that despite the security challenges, the administration remains focused in its battle to improve the economy. Should Nigerians believe this?

    A few days to the end of the year, the subsidy palaver remains as strong as it was last January. The government is asking for N161billion more for sacrifice to the god of subsidy – a development that many see as prodigal. Why don’t you just recover the illegal payments to all those dubious companies before asking for more cash? Why have filling stations been allowed a strange laissez- fare to sell petrol at whatever price that catches their fancy? How much will petrol cost next year, if this trend continues, unchecked? These are some of the questions that are being asked by Nigerians.

    The President explained at the Christmas Day service that his administration seems to be slow because it needs “to think through things properly, if we are to make a lasting impact”. Is this the case on the Boko Haram front? For how long are Nigerians going to be patient for the government to stop kidnappers who are reaping bountiful harvests, snatching the rich and the poor with the same velocity?

    The Primate of the Church of Nigeria (Anglican Communion), Archbishop Nicholas Okoh, spoke for many Nigerians when he urged the President to find a permanent solution to terrorism and kidnapping, which the man of God ascribed to greed and love of money. Rev Okoh, in my view, should have added that the seemingly debilitated situation of the security agencies is a tonic for those in the devilish trade.

    My prayer for our leaders is that they should have a sense of justice. Boko Haram says its fury stems from the fact that its leader, Mohammed Yusuf, was murdered and that his killers are yet to be punished. In other words, they took up arms against the state because they had the feeling that there were plans to exterminate them. If there had been justice, would Boko Haram have gone berserk? Would it have become a lethal tool – as it is believed in some circles – in the hands of politicians? How much blood will be washed down the river of anger before the sect stops its killing spree?

    Except for a few cases of kidnapping and piracy, which are pure criminal enterprises, it’s been a bit quiet in the Niger Delta – thanks to the amnesty programme. There seems to be a sense of some justice – no matter how little – which has seen the militants dropping their guns for training at home and abroad. Imagine if the militancy had been allowed to go on? Just imagine.

    If there had been justice, the Niger Delta, being the goose that is laying the golden egg, wouldn’t have needed to agitate for more in the revenue allocation scheme. If there had been good schools, hospitals, roads and houses, there would have been peace. If there had been no oil spill to destroy aquatic life and farmlands on which the majority pin their hope of survival, there would have been no trouble, most likely not on the huge scale that we experienced.

    In Jos, Plateau State, people get killed as if a war is going on. Why do people who have lived together for so many years suddenly become enemies, hacking one another down like animals? I really don’t know, but I’m sure the answer lies somewhere between pure injustice and the gradual descent to the jungle that has been noticed in many places, including the so-called developed world.

    Only last week, a young man walked quietly into a school in Connecticut, United States, to shoot dead 26 people, including 20 kids, before turning the gun on himself. Adam Lanza, who was wearing black battle fatigues and a military vest, had earlier killed his own mother. It was the United States’ second deadliest school shooting.

    The Jos template is replicated in many places, such as Umuneri and Aguleri, Ezillo and Ezza Ezillo, the Tiv/Idoma clashes in Benue and many others that never hit the headlines.

    There are so many issues that make us to ask the question: why God? Is this a fair query? Have we examined our ways? Do our leaders at all levels feel a sense of justice after taking those crucial decisions?

    I spent Christmas Day praying not for a dress or a bicycle, as I used to do; I spent the day praying for our leaders. I said: “O Lord, our Saviour, grant our leaders the truth to know:

    That the positions they occupy are at the behest of the people; that they do us no favour by sitting (or sleeping, as the case may be) in their cozy offices and taking the wrong steps in the right direction; that they may know that the treasury is not theirs to loot; that any illness of theirs should make them spare a thought for our hospitals and not to fly off to Germany; and that they should stop paying lip service to the battle against corruption.

    Father in heaven, grant our leaders the truth to know that politics is no do-or-die affair; that they promised to serve and not be served, as the case is now; that they should be modest in their taste, not seeking to live in Buckingham Palace- like mansions when the majority are homeless; that they should not plan to spend billions on food and refreshments in just one year when many go to bed hungry; that leadership demands a high level of sobriety and not revelry; that all men were born equal and are so before the Almighty. Amen!

    And wishing all Editorial Notebook fans a great year ahead.

  • Let’s look back

    Let’s look back

    Princess Comfort Olufunke Ponnle, wife of Prince Tunde Ponnle, Chairman of MicCom Cables and Wires and MicCom Golf Hotel and Resort, has died at 68. The Nation Editor Gbenga Omotoso relives his encounters with the late philanthropist

    THE call came in the dead of the night. About 1.15 am. The city of Lagos was fast asleep. I was in my study. I grabbed the phone as soon as it started ringing, its music like a police siren piercing the thick, dark night.

    “Hello daddy!”

    “Gbenga, how’re you.”

    “I’m fine sir”

    “Your mummy is dying o. But take it easy. She has asked for a befitting funeral and that’s why I’m calling you.”

    “Ah, daddy! Are you saying it’s hopeless? But mummy told me the worst was over.”

    I dropped the phone to return to my work, but the muse had taken a flight and I started struggling with it all. I couldn’t sleep. I was waiting to be told that a miracle had happened; she would live and see us all again, her face wreathed in smiles – as usual. If wishes were horses…

    Later in the afternoon, daddy called to break the most tragic – personally – news I had heard for some time. Mrs Olufunke Comfort Ponnle, a princess, an engineer, a golf enthusiast, fashion buff, socialite, a great mother of many children – including the five that are hers biologically – a damn good wife and a true Christian, was dead.

    The loss is not Prince Tunde Ponnle’s alone. The MicCom Group chair will surely miss his wife, with whom he did everything that was done and left undone everything that is yet to be done. She was strong in character and blessed with wisdom – the virtues that pulled many of us to her.

    But many would swear that her philanthropy was the magic. They may be right. I recall how the late Mrs Ponnle told me of her plan to open the house she built for her former teacher, Mrs Oni, in Ibadan. She told of how she once went to see Mrs Oni, after many failed attempts. She found her old teacher in a not-too-pleasing environment and decided to change that. The late Mrs Ponnle asked Mrs Oni to find a piece of land in the neighborhood for a friend who lived overseas and would like to build a house for her mother. Mrs Oni found a derelict building. Mrs Ponnle bought it, flattened the structure and from the ruins rose a beautiful bungalow that was presented to Mrs Oni. She was shocked by the gift.

    Such was Mrs Ponnle’s generousity. There is a long list of beneficiaries of the MicCom Foundation scholarship. Many of them have grown up to become notable citizens.

    There was never a mourning moment with mummy. She was always upbeat, telling stories, many of which were not merely anecdotal but loaded with hard facts and live characters. Many of them were to help us strengthen our marriage; others were mere jokes to animate the environment.

    I recall when I had a personal challenge that was too hot for me to handle, mummy didn’t just advise me on how to tackle it, she also led the way, praying with me. And, to God be the glory, the mountain was flattened.

    If mummy wanted you to do something for her and it was taking time, she would threaten to abandon daddy and look for another husband. Would you let that happen? Of course, you won’t. You would then transfer the pressure to whoever was in charge. “Now, I won’t look for another husband,” mummy would say after the job must have been done. Such was her sense of humour – delightful and infectious.

    Why do the good ones leave early? There seems to be no explanation that can satisfy a grieving relation of the departed as the whole question of death is shrouded in confounding mystery that dwarfs human intelligience. Science tries hard to answer the question . When a man checks into a hospital, they run tests that indicate what to treat. If he dies, the doctor issues a certificate, stating the cause of death. If the death is controversial, a post-mortem is ordered. A report is issued, but it is never enough to clear off the tears, especially when the death is so sudden – no prior complication.

    Besides, every death requires an explanation. Old age. Accident. Suicide. Robbery. Communal clash. As far as Africans are concerned, no death is natural; there must be some ethereal forces doing the bidding of some earthly bodies who insist that the dead has overstayed his visa here.

    To spiritualists, a man – or woman – dies when he or she has completed his assignment here. He simply moves on (up?) to take up higher responsibilities. Therefore, he needs a quiet but reflective send-off, not weeping and wailing. Those who subscribe to this allegorical explanation, often load the coffin of a departed one with food, drinks and other items, which they feel he or she may need. But, the question is: shouldn’t his loved ones have a say in how he departs, where he goes and what awaits him? No byes; final byes? It is not for man to know, even though he keeps probing.

    Besides, why do babies die? The spiritualist finds an answer in reincarnation. Every baby is believed to be making just another appearance here after living an earlier life. Those who are not supposed to be here, probably because they are beyond this level, are quickly sent back home to be reassigned. Some are born with deformities. To this school of thought, it is a sign of the life they had lived earlier. Law of karma?

    There is also the logic angle. Man was made of dust and to dust he returns. Since there is birth, it then follows that death is inevitable. Everything with a beginning must have an end, it is said. The Holy Book backs this in Ecclesiastes, chapter 3 that “to everything there is a season”. “ A time to be born and a time to die… .”

    Whichever way one looks at death, it is a painful experience. It is the end. No. Not quite. Our deeds – good or bad – speak for us after we may have answered the call. It is in this light that I view the departure of Mummy Ponnle. We should look back and count our blessings.

    She lives on in the hearts of the legion of students who enjoyed her scholarship; those for whom she provided shelter; those who got jobs through her; the vulnerable who she protected and the hopeless to whom she gave hope. And those lovely women with whom she played golf.

    If laughter is allowed in heaven –I bet it is, being a place of eternal joy – mummy will surely have a legion of fans.

    Farewell super mummy of a “world class editor.”

  • 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.

  • China’s new leader

    ‘The new china leadership would have its hands full with domestic problems of how to meet the rising expectations of its people. To the outsider, China appears a homogenous country, but it is not. People in China’s Tibet, inner Mongolia, and the northeast that are heavily populated by Muslims would be as difficult to control in future as they have been in the past’

    The Chinese Communist party has now elected a new politburo of seven with Xi Jin Ping as the General Secretary and First Commissar of the Armed Forces. In this position, Jin Ping would be Head of State or President and Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces. His father was one of the leaders of China under Chairman Mao Zedong. In other words, he’s almost a prince of the Communist party. He is known to be a conservative who toes party line and he is far from being a doctrinaire communist. He is a practical politician who is committed to keeping China together and would not brook opposition from anywhere in the country or in the party. He is more relaxed than previous leaders, but beyond this relaxed exterior is an iron will.

    In his public statement, he acknowledged that there is a disconnect between party and people and that members of the party are corrupt and that wealth of the country is not evenly distributed. He committed himself to a prosperous China in which everybody shares in the wealth of the nation. He said very little on foreign policy. He did not say whether he would tighten up the hold on Hong Kong or abandon the policy of one China and two-economic systems in which Hong Kong is allowed to embrace capitalism. In any case, one wonders if China today can really be called a communist state, it seems to us outsiders, that what the Chinese practice is a gerontocratic oligarchy masquerading as a Socialist party. Leadership within the party is arranged by the leaders and the people are just faced with a fait accompli to which they must acquiesce.

    Jin Ping said little also about Taiwan where more than 60 million Chinese have their own democratic government and unlike before have abandoned the pretence of being a nationalist government waiting to cross over to the mainland to take over from the renegade communists. In the past, new leadership in China would routinely make sabre rattling noise about unification of the Chinese people and referred to Taiwan’s leadership as capitalist running dog. It seems the Chinese on the mainland and the island of Taiwan are now too comfortable making money to allow the little matter of politics to interfere in their economic interest. Millions of tourists are going each way between Taiwan and China and there is massive investment of overseas Chinese money including that of Taiwan in the phenomenal economic development of People’s Republic of China. Obviously, Xi Jin Ping would want this to continue.

    The man who does the day-to-day running of China and who would be replacing Premier Wen Jiabao is Li Keqiang. Apart from these two men, there are five other men on the standing committee of the politburo. Not much is known of the seven of them except that they are all mainstream members of the Chinese Communist party.

    What happens in China is of global importance. In another 10 years, it is surmised; China would be the largest economy in the world and would have eclipsed that of the United States. China would still be relatively poor in terms of per capita Income because of its huge population of over 1.3 billion, a fifth of the global population. Whatever happens therefore in China would reverberate all over the world. If the Chinese economy dips it would drag the whole world economy down with it. Already many countries in Africa and Latin America that produce a lot of raw materials are now dependent on the Chinese market and for us in Nigeria, that is dependent on the American market for the sale of crude oil and gas, the Chinese market would increasingly become an alternative because of America’s desire to free itself from the stranglehold of oil exporters, particularly those in the Middle East and I believe including also Nigeria.

    It should now be public knowledge that America is doing everything to free itself from dependence on foreign energy source. Soon, America would be producing as much oil as Saudi Arabia because licenses have been given out for drilling not only in the Gulf of Mexico, but in Alaska and on the Atlantic Coast and America is also producing a lot of oil and gas from shale and tar sands and parallel development is also going on in Mexico and, Canada, the result of which would lead to continental North America being self sufficient in energy. On top of this, America is also unlike Europe, building nuclear power plants which in spite of its recent problems are a clean source of energy. The upshot of all these for us in Africa and Nigeria is that we would increasingly need the Asian market dominated by China and India until such a time when they too become energy self sufficient.

    The new china leadership would have its hands full with domestic problems of how to meet the rising expectations of its people. To the outsider, China appears a homogenous country, but it is not. People in China’s Tibet, inner Mongolia, and the northeast that are heavily populated by Muslims would be as difficult to control in future as they have been in the past; but what would challenge the ability of this new leadership will be in its relations with the United States and Japan; as well as Russia which shares thousands of miles of frontier with China with conflicting claims along the Usuri River area over which they fought a land war in the 70s. It seems China and Russia have agreed to bury the hatchet and to live in peace with one another, but claims over territories are not easily forgotten and this may be causes of conflict and disagreement in the future.

    Resource hungry China is locked in claims over uninhabited islands in the South China sea involving sometimes the Philippines, Vietnam, Indonesia and even Malaysia; but the most serious conflict of claims is in the North China sea where the Japanese and Chinese are laying claims to the same islands with different names to the Japanese and Chinese. The Americans are also strengthening their pacific fleet and loudly asserting that they are a pacific nation with interest in the pacific. China is building its first aircraft carrier as an indication of its desire for sea power. It is not likely the United States would allow China to humiliate Japan in the ensuing conflicts over these uninhabited Islands and its resource rich territorial waters. Whatever happens, the future of China would not be secure without positive relationship with the United States which today is the largest market for Chinese goods and it is on this market that Chinese prosperity depends for now. The Chinese are also the largest holders of American bonds and because of this, America is beholden to the Chinese. In other words, there is a symbiotic relationship between America and China. Which means the future of the world would depend on a bipolar relationship between China and the United States, but for years to come, the United States would have an edge over China in terms of power and ability to deploy and project it.