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  • Fajuyi and case for ethnic federalism

    Fajuyi and case for ethnic federalism

    It is the season of restructuring.  So, we may as well start defining that elixir, in all of its possible ramifications, including ethnic federalism.

    On July 29, exactly 50 years after his supreme heroism, the cream of the Yoruba gathered at Ibadan, their political capital, to extol Col. Adekunle Fajuyi.

    Fajuyi, with his Supreme Commander and Nigeria’s first military Head of State, Gen. Thomas Aguiyi-Ironsi, was felled during the July counter-coup of 1966.

    But Prof. Niyi Osundare, guest lecturer and globally acclaimed poet, argued that despite Fajuyi’s acclaimed heroism, he has not morphed — and may never  morph — into a pan-Nigeria hero.

    Reason? Nigeria’s hero chamber — no thanks to radically differing values — bubbles with anti-heroes!

    “Tribal considerations,” the erudite scholar rued,   ”continue to trump national imperatives; and a dreadful vice on the national stage may be an enviable virtue at the tribal level.”

    Indeed!  Obafemi Awolowo was clearly the greatest thinker and doer of his generation — if not, as yet, contemporary Nigeria.

    Yet, outside the Southwest, where he is revered, next only to Oduduwa, the Yoruba progenitor, many regard him as an “arch-tribalist”.

    Sani Abacha, in contrast, was perhaps the most venal Nigerian soldier that ever lived.  Yet, no less than two public institutions, in his area of the country, continue to be named after him, Abacha loot be damned!

    Beside Awo and Abacha, Nigeria has a rather long chain of hero-villians (heroes within, villains outside): Sir Ahmadu Bello, former premier of Northern Region (revered in the North but reviled outside, as avatar of systematic northern domination), and Emeka Odumegwu-Ojukwu (Biafra rebel leader and unadulterated Igbo hero but sniggered at outside).  Somewhat,  Olusegun Obasanjo, achieves the opposite (scorned by his native Yoruba, but acclaimed by others, especially in the North).

    Perhaps only Nnamdi Azikiwe kept some national affection outside his Igbo nativity.  But then, Zik sought to be a nationalist without a nation.

    So, he may well have ended a plastic historic figure, for he appeared the least developmentally impactful, among the first three regional premiers — when compared with  Awo (West); and the Sardauna (North).

    “The likes of Adekunle Fajuyi are not recognized as national heroes,” Prof. Osundare told his audience, “because there is yet no ‘nation’ to be a hero in or of.”

    But could it have been otherwise? The Yoruba beatification of Fajuyi issues from their Omoluabi credo.  How can Nigeria fit into that, when their appears no pan-Nigeria Omoluabi equivalent?

    But from contemporary history to contemporary present.  A lot of bile has been expended on President Muhammadu Buhari’s alleged “northernisation” of key appointments.  The president may well be guilty as charged.

    Still, such skewing is hardly novel. When President Jonathan was there, the pendulum of favour swung to his native South-South, and catchment South East.  But Ripples can’t remember the beneficiaries back then scream and foam in the mouth  about “injustice” — the injustice that favoured them!

    Under the brief Umaru Yar’ Adua Presidency, the locus of power was clearly northern.

    Again, only Obasanjo ran against the grain.  But then, he appears the acclaimed master of shadow over substance. As perception-correct as his appointments were, that his presidency laid the foundation for the present mess shows how suspect the substance was.

    Still, even under Obasanjo, the Yoruba jaunty cap assumed the symbolic moniker of “power shift”!  Even to the uppity Yoruba, vicarious power, even via a prodigal son, was not quite bitter!

    Besides, before you hurry to smite Muhammadu Buhari as an irredeemable “northern tribalist”, do an ethnic analysis of the staff of the Vice President and the ministers. The result might just be revealing!  You can call it ethnic-driven. But the principals may well counter it is trust-driven!

    This ethnic core captures Nigeria’s stark reality.  Though some plastic “nationalists” would scoff it is septic, coming up with a counter antiseptic would appear beyond the ken of their cosmetic laboratory!

    With this clear ethnic-driven symbolism of power, therefore, it is unclear which trumps which: the sense of outrage over the “injustice” of appointments; or the sense of bitter envy from the howling — the howling that would rather be the happy beneficiaries, “injustice” be damned!

    The ethnic locus of these bitter criticisms shows some sociological Freudian slip, of a country wilfully living in denial.  But that denial cannot wish away the ethnic compass.

    Indeed, with hardly any consciousness of “Nigerianness” (except perhaps in sports, when the national team is winning, as the Dream Team VI, against all odds, did against Japan, in the ongoing Rio Olympics), the basis of thinking, appointment-making and protest, over felt injustices, would appear ethnic!

    So, Nigeria’s continuing crisis of nationhood is simply the crisis of injustices, which the ethnics mete out to one another.

    That would continue, so long as the tribe continues to drive federal power (no matter what the Constitution says) in a consumptive federalism, in which the capture of federal power could mean an ethnic capture, wholesale, of Nigeria’s resources.

    But that can change, if the tribe — no evil sociological tag, ab initio —  becomes the driver of Nigeria’s productive federalism.  That means transferring Nigeria’s rich resources to the care of the locals.

    Ay, the locals are eminently entitled to eat.  But before they do, they must drive their resources with a frenzy, ingraining the basic ethos that there is no easy money.  Isn’t that more refreshing than the present salivating after a central dole?

    Besides, other things being equal, that should boost pan-Nigeria wealth in real terms.  Fierce but positive regional competition, as it was in the 1st Republic, would only increase that harvest.

    Imagine!  Everyone leveraging on their native traits, using the local tongue to galvanize selves to stupendous productivity; and local mores, taboos and strictures to own public economic assets and banish graft and corruption, even with the all-too-demonized tribe acting as fulcrum!

    Eldorado?  Not quite.  But it would be a new breath, of economic rebirth — and perhaps a tactical tribal retreat to launch a new national ethos of mutual respect, hard work and shared values in productive federalism!  No part of Nigeria is, after all, so useless it cannot take care of itself.

    That again brings the matter right back to Fajuyi, and the crisis of Nigerian national heroes and anti-heroes.

    The Yoruba Omoluabi credo (which Prof. Osundare coined as ‘Omoluabiism’) — selfless, considerate, honourable and heroic — made Fajuyi to opt for heroic death, instead of shameful life, while confronting the mutineers that killed his guest and supreme commander.

    Still, the Yoruba have no monopoly of virtues.  So, every ethnic group in the Nigerian federation can boast of traits it could deploy for own development.  That is the exciting promise of ethnic federalism.

    For too long, the tribe has been a key factor in Nigerian underdevelopment.  But the same tribe can be turned into a driver of progress and development.

    Federalism, structured on ethnic groupings and cultural contiguity, may well be the elixir. That was what Awo pushed more than 50 years ago — and it would appear equally, if not more, valid today.

  • The perils of plagiarism

    The perils of plagiarism

    Poor Melanie Trump!

    Her speech before the Republican National Convention, in Cleveland, Ohio, was the former  model’s opportunity to show the world that she was not just a trophy wife, all glamour and fashion, but an accomplished woman in her own right,  dutiful wife and caring mother, ready and waiting to be First Lady of the United States.

    It did just that, but only for the time her delivery and the applause in the hall lasted.  No sooner had she left the podium for the Trump family box than word went out that portions of the speech bore more than a striking similarity to Michelle Obama’s speech introducing her husband, the future president, at the Democratic National Convention eight years earlier.

    On the eve of her event, Mrs Trump had told an interviewer on national television that she wrote the speech herself, with minimal help from others.

    Wasn’t this, then, a case of plagiarism?

    It was, many said, on seeing the two texts displayed side by side. No, said the Trump people, doubling down as always.  The words at issue expressed Mrs Trump’s feelings, and it was of no consequence that Mrs Obama had earlier employed those very words in a similar setting.

    Those ever so ready to muddy the waters insisted that Mrs Obama herself had for her speech lifted lines from Elizabeth Dole’s introduction of Bob Dole on a similar occasion some two decades earlier.  So, why the fuss?

    In the end, when the matter refused to go away and was taking attention away from the GOP Convention, the Trump camp owned up, or more likely caused an aide to own up to the lifting.

    While the controversy raged, a Mrs Trump’s web site on which she qualified herself as holder of a degree in design and architecture from the University of Ljubljana, in her native Slovenia, suddenly vanished from the Internet.

    Her explanation?

    The web site was outdated and did not “accurately reflect” her “current business and professional interests.”

    The more plausible explanation is that she never earned the degree, having dropped out of the university in her first year.

    But I digress.

    Plagiarism is appropriating another person’s ideas, thoughts or words, or taking credit for another person’s literary or artistic work.  At bottom, it is an ethical issue.  But the courts litigate it as copyright infringement.  It occurs more frequently than is generally realised.

    I am told that there are persons who make a living scouring published material for plagiarism.  Whenever they find it, they alert the person whose work has been plagiarised, with the unspoken understanding that the sleuth will get a cut of any compensation awarded by the courts or through settlement.  Their task has been made easier by sophisticated computer software that can sniff intellectual theft wherever it occurs.

    Plagiarism is a serious matter and often has serious consequences.  Ask Senator (as he then was) Joe Biden, now Vice President of the United States.  Launching a bid for the presidential ticket of the Democratic Party in September 1987, he uttered these stirring words:

    “Why is it that Joe Biden is the first in his family ever to go to a university? Why is it that my wife… is the first in her family to ever go to college? Is it because our fathers and mothers were not bright? …Is it because they didn’t work hard? My ancestors who worked in the coal mines of northeast Pennsylvania and would come after 12 hours and play football for four hours? It’s because they didn’t have a platform on which to stand.”

    Biden, it soon turned out, had appropriated the thoughts, ideas and words Neil Kinnock, leader of the British Labour Party, had employed several months earlier in a powerful speech at the Welsh Labour Party Conference.

    Here is what Kinnock said at the Conference:

    “Why am I the first Kinnock in a thousand generations to be able to get to university? Was it because our predecessors were thick? Does anybody really think that they didn’t get what we had because they didn’t have the talent or the strength or the endurance or the commitment? Of course not. It was because there was no platform upon which they could stand.”

    The difference is not clear.  And Biden’s presidential bid ended well before it got under way.  Too bad he – or his speechwriters – could not resist the seductive appeal of Kinnock’s rhetorical delivery.

    Plagiarism matters.

    Many a journalist here has been undone by plagiarism.  In 2010, a New York Times business reporter resigned after he was accused of plagiarising from the Wall Street Journal.  Also in 2010, a reporter for the online newspaper The Daily Beast resigned when he was found to have taken sentences from another newspaper, The Miami Herald, and to have used them in his reporting. In 2011, the Washington Post announced that one of its reporters had appropriated material from the Arizona Republic.

    I myself have seen chunks of unattributed material from The Economist, The Guardian (UK) and the BBC in by-lined articles in the Nigerian media, traditional and online.  I have also seen material from my own work and the work of leading columnists employed in the same manner, and have on at least one occasion brought the matter to the attention of the perpetrator and his editor.  As far as I know, no penalty followed.

    One of my most stultifying experiences as editorial page editor for The Guardian (Lagos) followed publication of an article that came in the mail, titled “This thing called luck.”  I had  my suspicions on reading it.  From start to finish, it was an elegant, seamless composition.  Every word was in place.

    It bristled with wit and wisdom and learning.  And it was not in the least laboured.  On the contrary, it seemed to have been put together with the minimum of effort.

    If the fellow submitting it was that good, where had he been all these years?  Why had we not heard from him or of him much earlier?  These were some of the questions on my mind as Iwondered whether I should publish it or not.  In the end, I decided to give the correspondent the benefit of my doubts.

    A week after the article appeared, I got a letter from another correspondent rebuking me for my credulity.  The article I had caused to appear on the highly regarded Op-Ed page of The Guardian, he remonstrated, was almost word for word a Lance Morrow essay that TIME magazine had published a decade earlier.  And by way of proof, he attached a photocopy of the Morrow essay. I apologised to our readers.

    Why do people plagiarise?

    To avoid the hard work of putting their own thoughts and ideas and words together in a coherent form, to appear more accomplished than they are, and to be admired.

    Whatever the reason, plagiarism is a risky venture.  Plagiarists will be found out sooner than later, and any work they produce subsequently will be suspect.

    There is no harm in borrowing phrases and sentences and even paragraphs from others. We all do.  The cardinal sin is taking credit for them.

  • The economy  in recession

    The economy in recession

    If anyone was ever in doubt about the depth of the crisis rocking Africa’s so-called largest economy, Finance Minister Kemi Adeosun’s parley with the senators on the state of the economy on July 21finally settled that. Now, it is official: The Nigerian economy is tending precipitously to the abyss. According to Adeosun, “… if you have two periods of negative growth, you are technically in a recession… we are in a tough place, whether you call it recession or not, we are in a tough place, but the most important thing is that we are going to get out of it…I don’t think we should dwell on definitions, I think we should really dwell on where we are going.”

    Talk about finally terminating the pretence of being sub Saharan Africa’s fastest growing economy;the exaggerated claims of macro-economic stability – touted asderivative of PDP’s interminable reforms and,of course,the dubious claims of superlative growth in non-oil export earnings etc. That these “achievements” are coming undone within a year of the latest cycle of oil price shocks obviously says a lot about the 16-years legacy of the PDP.

    My sympathies goes to the Buhari administration’s Economic Management Team on whose lot it falls not just to explain the cause of the current crisis but totackle them headlong. While I have struggled to understand what the minister meant by “technical recession”, it seems to me that the luxury of some semantic indulgences is one the administration can ill-afford at a time when fire is literally on the mountain. In this, the minister ought to have known better than stoke controversies on the distinction that comes to nothing really.

    I assume that Nigerians already know the meaning of recession. One online dictionary defines it as “a significant decline in economic activity spread across the economy, lasting more than a few months, normally visible in real GDP, real income, employment, industrial production, and wholesale-retail sales…” The implication is that recession does not last for long.

    Most Nigerians would probably contest the latter considering that the phenomenon has come to define the way they live and have their being. Indeed, most would consider it the ‘standard normal’ given the many cycles of booms and busts they have had to endure. Whether in the context of families’ ever-shrinking disposable incomes in the midst of hyperinflation at the best of times; or at the worst of times as in thecurrent acute scarcity of forex that has meant nothing but trouble for the manufacturer who need to import raw materials and spares to keep his factories working, Nigerians are only too aware of the frightening statistics of economic underperformance that have come to define their existence.

    By the way, did anyone ever come to the point of doubting the destination of a country whose manufacturers and other key real sector playershave been on a death row for as long as anyone can remember; an economy where power supply is a rarity and other infrastructuresare at best at pre-industrial levels; where the small and medium scale enterprise dieby the scores – daily;where banks have long shifted from their traditional function of financial intermediation to focus instead on servicingthe crazyindulgences of irresponsible bankers and their promoters; a country where consumption trumps production andspeculation trumps wealth creation? That is the Nigerian economy for you.

    Minister Adeosun therefore discloses nothing new when she says that the country is under technical recession. What would have been refreshing is if the minister availed Nigerians of a concrete pathway out of the problem and in such a way and manner to suggest an appreciation of the dire emergency.What we had instead is anapparent gross understatement of the problem on one hand, and an exaggerated optimism about the prospects of recovery on the other. I found that troubling.

    I do not think that anyone should be mistaken about what is at the heart of the current crisis: virtually every sector is in a state of meltdown. From factories that are drawing shutters on their operations to the anaemic financial institutions plagued by internal operational inadequacies, the story of scale-back is the same. The collapse in global oil prices has merely exacerbated the problem of an underperforming economy. The consequence is the current situation in whichfar more Nigerians are out of work than those in productive pursuits.

    And what has been the federal government’s response? Considering what is clearly an emergency, I would say too little.Imagine an apex bank supposedly sworn to attract funding to critical sector raising interest rates from 12 to 14 percent all because, it claims it wants to attract savings in an economy where disposable incomes are at the lowest levels ever! Does anyone see the contradiction? So, how will a manufacturer, forced to borrow at 21 percent, compete with peers outside that can easily access credit at four percent?

    Let’s be clear: the situation, far from being insoluble, calls for imagination and clear sighted leadership of the federal government. It’s certainly not true to say that bold and revolutionary measures have not been undertaken before in similar circumstances. While there are copious examples from other jurisdictions, one ready example is when, at the height of the subprime mortgage crisis, the Americans came up with the Troubled Asset Relief Program (TARP) under which the country’s financial institutions’ toxic assets were purchased to strengthen the sector. That legislation,signed into law by U.S. President George W. Bush on October 3, 2008 was initially projected to cost the American treasury $700 billion, but total disbursements would later be reduced $431 billion.

    Back home in Nigeria, we had the local version of TARP in 2009 when the then CBN Governor Sanusi Lamido Sanusi bailed out the nation’s financial sector with an unprecedented N620 billion after their managements took them under.

    At a time millions of our youths pound the streets looking for what to do, has anyone thought of the paradox of keeping these bodied Nigerians idle at a time our roadsare begging to be fixed? Has anyone figured out the multiple benefits from setting aside a tiny fraction of the N268bncommitted in the 2016 budget to getting out-of-job contractors back on site to organise hundreds of thousands of youths across the country into work gangs,even if on temporary basis, to fix our crater-ridden highways? What would it cost to train young Nigerians in the emerging solar technology considering that that is the way of the future? How much? Does anyone even know?

    Time we began to think outside the box.

  • My degree is more foreign than yours

    If this headline parodies My Mercedes Benz is Bigger than Yours, that 1975 novel by Nkem Nwankwo (1936-2001); or even the poem, “The Motoka”, by Ugandan Theo Luzuka, it is probably because  some snob effect — or put more starkly, bragging right — drove those works, if satirically, as it tends to drive the contemporary Nigerians’ penchant for foreign degrees.

    But the snag is: intellect seldom brags.  It rather commands with quiet authority, well arrayed on rigorous and logical scaffolding.  It is vanity, hung on emptiness, that brags!

    Yet, this latest fad, of foreign degrees, even from neighbouring Benin Republic, not to talk of Ghana, Kwame Nkrumah’s country, on to UK and USA, comes with the fizz of rare pride, of solid personal achievement, with no less globalised atavism of a neo-Okonkwo, making good outside Umuofia!

    Quietly, these education émigrés ripple with quiet pride, a quiet that screams more than the market din: My degree is more foreign than yours! — if  not from the appreciative beneficiaries, then from proud, ecstatic parents, in an exciting bubble of superiority complex!

    Sometime in the last century, a certain Reuben Abati graduated with first class honours, in Theatre Arts, from a Nigerian university.  This year, indeed a few weeks ago, Abati’s daughter just graduated, also with a first class, but this time in Law, from a UK university.

    From the way the news trended, both on traditional and new media, it was something of great cheer — and just as well: you don’t produce a first class everyday!

    But the bounce to the news, Ripples guessed, was less the first class — after all University of Lagos’ Ayodele Daniel Dada, just broke all the breakable records, en route to corralling the best-ever first class degree in the history of that university.  It was rather, that feat was achieved from a  British university!

    Dr. Abati earned his own feat here — and not even from Nigeria’s first generation academies of Ibadan, Lagos, Ife, University of Nigeria, Nsukka and Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria.  Yet, he went on to hone his skills to becoming one of Nigeria’s finest newspaper columnists.

    For the junior Abati, however, both dad and daughter — and indeed, not a few of their compatriots, would appear to agree: even the best of Nigerian Universities is not good enough, particularly if you have the cash to splash to fund a foreign degree!

    New century, new education temper?

    Yet, the key to Nigeria’s development — and renaissance — would appear locked in the Nigerian university, which itself appears hopelessly locked out of reckoning!  How then can a country truly develop?

    True, only a critical mass, not the rabble, changes society.  History has proved that again and again.  Still, if a chain is as strong as its weakest link, it logically follows that even the mass cannot be completely left out.

    Put another way, no matter the armada of whiz kids flaunting avant-garde foreign degrees, boasting the cutting edge in science and technology; and the proverbial state-of-the-art knowledge in the humanities and culture, the bulk of Nigerian thinkers, entrepreneurs, innovators and scholars, to build a future clan, would still come from the Nigerian university system.

    Besides, technology is neither machine or gadget.  It is bending your environment to your will.  So, even with your hyper-degrees, you are alien to your land — and are proudly so — how do you bend that land to your will?

    Therefore, this piece is not to begrudge the Abatis, and likes, their goaod fortune.  It is rather a stricture against the decay of an otherwise promising university system, which many practically regard as beyond redemption.  It is not.

    Still, there is nothing abominable in foreign education.  Indeed, as far back as antiquity, there is certainly something to be said of travel, whether for education, medical care, or even plain adventure.

    That was what gifted the Athens of Pericles, with its sparkling constellation of pan-Grecian philosophers, scientists, dramatists and general scholars, the golden moniker of Periclean Greece; just as the United States of today could easily boast as the global magnet of anything stellar — pre-Donald Trump’s explosive xenophobia, at least.

    Even before Obafemi Awolowo’s democratization of the Nigerian education space, by his revolutionary free primary education programme in the old Western Region; and Yakubu Gowon’s liberalization of university access in the early 1970s, privileged and determined families had always sponsored theirs to study abroad.

    Yet, a time was when UI’s University College Hospital (UCH) was ranked fourth in the whole of the Commonwealth — which included India (clear favorites among not-so-rich Nigerians for medical tourism), Singapore and Malaysia, countries either then behind Nigeria, or on the same level.

    That was possible, not only because Nigerian scholars and professionals knew they could hold their candle to anyone, and were determined to create a buzzing local chapter of the global academy, Nigeria played hosts to scholars from various parts of the world, as much as it pushed out citizens to tap knowledge from other climes.

    Not anymore!  Now, it’s a ruinous one-way traffic.  As Nigerians thirst for foreign knowledge, hardly anyone ranks Nigeria’s scholastic well deep enough to drink from.  Again, it’s the curse of giving out everything and receiving nothing — the old curse of Africa, in Ayi Kwei Armah’s Two Thousand Seasons!

    And that curse is writ large: in oil, you export crude cheap, but buy back refined petroleum at a premium.  In trade, you spend your last forex to import barely anything, even those you could easily make.

    But it is in education that curse appears most potent.  At one level, some very brilliant Nigerian youths, thanks to their parents’ deep pockets and heroic sacrifices, keep foreign scholars employed by streaming into foreign universities, costing Nigeria humongous forex, which could be averted were the Nigerian tertiary sector deemed sound enough.

    At another, the best of Nigerian brains emigrate to build foreign climes and, in their frustration, point to their homeland with the proverbial left hand of utter contempt!  Yet, they can’t claim those lands their own, even if they naturalized one thousand times!

    The political military — blast them and may we never witness such again! — may have destroyed the Nigerian education system by their anti-knowledge penchant.  But it’s now 16 years, going to 17, after formal military rule.  It is therefore time to re-build, not to continue piping the dirge of how bad the situation has become.

    On this score, the Buhari Presidency must do its urgent bit to fix the troubled education sector.  With deliberateness, sincerity and persistence, result would eventually come.

    In the short run, however, it is time for an urgent restructuring in educational thinking.  Let those who can, send their children and wards abroad.  But let nobody feel Nigerian education is too bad it cannot be fixed.  It is not.

    So, less on crowing about foreign degrees.  That is no open sesame to development. But more on fixing the Nigerian degree to globally compete.

    Therein is the straight and narrow path to national redemption and renaissance.

  • The Donald and Dr Ben Carson

    The Donald and Dr Ben Carson

    There was always something unsettling, repellent even, about Donald “The Donald” Trump, who was officially crowned presidential candidate of the Republican Party (GOP) last week.

    The activist and film maker Michael Moore has called him a “wretched, ignorant, dangerous part-time clown and full time sociopath.”  I suspect that Moore used the term “wretched” not to denote Trump’s net worth – he advertises himself as a billionaire and lives like one – but as a more genteel synonym for “odious” or “despicable” or “loathsome.”

    Those attributes were so much on brutal parade at the GOP’s recent National Convention, that many media commentators, seeing how tangentially the GOP figured in the whole thing, have called it the Donald Trump National Convention.

    In an angry and embittered acceptance speech that galvanised the raucous crowd into a frenzy, Trump situated the United States in a frightful dystopia of strife and violence and decay and decline, with police officers being killed in the line of duty and illegal aliens and radical Islamists overrunning the country.

    “I alone can fix it,” he said of the dystopia he had conjured up.  That is a measure of his delusion, evocative of President Charles de Gaulle’s après moi, le deluge strategy that won him election after election until 1968 when progressive forces in France called his bluff.

    Trump said not a word, by the way, of the rampant killing of unarmed black citizens by police officers, some 320 so far this year, in situations that posed no threat whatsoever to the officers or public safety. He declared himself, shades of the odious Richard Nixon, the “law and order” candidate, on the way to becoming a “law and order” president.

    Nor did he utter a word about justice.  Justice has no place in Trump’s world, nor for that matter in the dark world of his adoring supporters.

    Of the figures who endorsed Trump at the Convention, none was perhaps more tragic than Dr Ben Carson, the globally acclaimed retired neurosurgeon, or brain surgeon as they call that arcane occupation here in the United States.

    Carson had entered the field as one of 18 candidates for the GOP ticket, and had, to his surprise and the surprise of those who all too easily get caught in the foam of events, quickly shot to the top of the pack, according to early polls taken ahead of the Iowa Caucus, the effective starting point of the race.

    I was not impressed.

    America, where large sections of the white population still cannot reconcile themselves to the reality of a black president, whom they perceive and depict cruelly as a usurper and a clueless one at that, is simply not ready for a black succession at the White House, whatever the polls may say. You have to be exceedingly obtuse to wager otherwise.

    But the polls went into Carson’s head, and so did adoring whites who followed him on the hustings and sought eagerly to shake those famous Healing Hands and have him autograph their copies of his latest book, a sophomoric commentary on the Constitution of the United States

    To them it was amazing to find an accomplished black member of the GOP confident enough to seek its presidential ticket. On television, the primary source of their information and images, they rarely see blacks as engineers and airline pilots and top-flight scientists and researchers, but mainly as athletes and entertainers and bad guys.

    And now a black brain surgeon?  This was an epiphany. They would not take the media’s word for it. They had to see him and touch him to believe that he was for real.

    Besides, they found Carson’s biography compelling.  Raised in poverty by a single parent who harboured no sense of entitlement and laid no claim on the munificence of the larger society, he had entered college without recourse to affirmative action. He went on to become a neurosurgeon of global renown, and at age 33 the youngest head of a major division at the prestigious Johns Hopkins University Hospital, in Baltimore, Maryland.

    There could be no better role model for black Americans

    Carson’s fellow black Americans perceived him differently. They admired his brilliance and his professional accomplishments but detested his politics and his penchant for blaming them and not the long legacy of slavery and structural as well as systemic disempowerment for their woes.

    They were aghast at his condescension, his utter lack of respect for President Barack Obama on Obama’s turf when Obama invited him to participate in a Prayer Breakfast at the White House. It was as if the opportunity he had been craving to openly identify with the lunatic fringe of the TEA Party had finally arrived.

    On live television seen around the world, and with Obama and his wife Michelle sitting to his right, he launched a savage attack on Obama’s signature achievement, the Affordable Health Care Act that has provided health insurance for some 30 million citizens not previously covered, comparing it  to “enslavement.”

    This vile comparison was a desecration of the memory of the millions of Africans who perished on the way to enslavement or were enslaved in America and a wanton insult to their descendants, among whom Carson is numbered.

    But it endeared Carson all the more to the Republicans and burnished his presidential prospects. He would go on to call Obama a “sociopath” at another forum.

    He entered the first debate leading the GOP pack. After Iowa Caucus, he had slipped several places.  He often came across as half awake and half asleep while talking, which led Donald Trump, he of the foul mouth, to characterise him as a person of “low energy.”  The label stuck.

    After Carson’s third outing, at the Nevada caucus, he was literally finished. True, Ted Cruise had inveigled Carson’s supporters into voting for Cruz or abstain, telling them that Carson had withdrawn from the contest. But even without that dirty trick, the game was over for Carson.

    They floated his name as Trump’s potential running mate, but I am sure even Carson knew he had not a ghost of a chance there.

    Perhaps as compensation, and to create the illusion of diversity in Trump’s camp, they invited Carson to speak on the Convention floor. He did not disappoint.

    He said voting for the Democratic Party’s nominee, Hilary Clinton, would be voting to surrender America to Lucifer.  Satan, no less.

    How so?

    Because, Carson said to tumultuous applause, Hillary Clinton is a great admirer of Saul Alinsky and had written her senior thesis on the author of Rules for Radicals, who in a preface to that book acknowledged Lucifer as the original radical who created his own kingdom.

    A nuanced reading would suggest that down the ages, new kingdoms, including America, had  indeed been founded by “original radicals.”

    But Carson, like Trump, doesn’t do nuance. In their world, brutalism reigns supreme.

    If Trump could get this far against all expectations, he can win the presidential election. The best forecasts I have seen give Clinton a 72 per cent chance of winning, as against Trump’s 28 per cent.  That is a huge margin, but a 28 per cent chance is still a chance.  Besides, the election is still some 12 weeks away, during which anything can happen.

    But something tells me Trump will get a thorough shellacking.

    Carson has his future well behind him.  His foray into politics shows that you can be a great brain surgeon and be obtuse at the same time.

  • Season of restructuring

    Since May 31 when Atiku Abubakar, former vice president, latched onto restructuring, the Federal Republic has been in a whirr.

    Alhaji Atiku, debonair, suave, polished and cosmopolitan, may well be earnest; or was simply gaming, with a crafty eye on 2019.

    But it is legitimate skepticism, demurring to hold the former vice president to any fixed core of beliefs, the way you would hold an Obafemi Awolowo to ethnic federalism (upon which 1st Republic theory and praxis the present clamour for regional federalism rests); or a Bola Tinubu, with fiscal federalism (the most impassioned but reasoned challenge to Olusegun Obasanjo’s unfazed imperial presidency, that birthed this 4th Republic, 1999-2007).

    Yet, almost across the board, a near-unanimous roar has lauded Alhaji Atiku: the near-elixir — in the books of many — that may make the difference between Nigeria floundering from ruin to bust, and final disintegration; or cobbling some functional solution to the eternal crisis of federalism — and nationhood.

    It would be absolutely fallacious to accuse Afenifere, the Yoruba socio-political pressure group, of jumping on the Atiku latest bandwagon.  On restructuring, it had been there from Genesis; and there is no Revelation yet that it would end its clamour.

    Still, after its rather rash political sinking with Goodluck Jonathan, and its election-eve National Conference of 2014, Afenifere has, with both hands, seized Atiku’s latest activism for self-revalidation and relevance.

    Its younger cousin, the Afenifere Renewal Group (ARG), has also weighed in — no surprise at all — though its members are part of the ruling All Progressive Congress (APC); and President Muhammadu Buhari has poured ice-cold water on the idea.

    But the surprise really, is from the Eastern front, where Nnamdi Kanu’s Indigenous Peoples of Biafra (IPOB) and vandal militancy, from the mainly Ijaw corridor of the  South-South, are in great tizzy.

    Why, even good, old Ike Ekweremadu, controversial deputy president of the Senate, is also talking the talk!  But central sinecure at all cost, which his rather soulless essence as Nigeria’s first minority deputy senate president underscores, is violently contradictory to restructuring.

    Indeed, the Eastern buzz has been most virulent, most truculent and most animated, many a time bordering on the explosively impassioned and uncivil, especially in the social media, the Nigerian cyber-jungle with savage lingo.

    Yet, the Eastern political elite, with their northern counterparts, as eternal central power collaborators, have been the most responsible for the current Nigerian bind!

    Still, it is good the Eastern Saul, hitherto unfazed power player in Nigeria’s consumptive federalism, of office sharing and central pork, is turning, under our very eyes, into a radical Paul, hollering and hectoring at Nigeria’s future redemption, in productive federalism!

    Why this radical change?  Simple.  Each time a vital segment of the Nigerian elite loses power and privilege, some dramatic activism births.

    True, this may be less true of the South West, with its penchant, before the advent of the Buhari Presidency, for opposition politics.

    At the trenches back then, in trenchant clamour for a Sovereign National Conference (SNC) to resolve the ‘National Question’, were the late Alao Aka-Basorun, with his braves.  Though that campaign boasted other pan-Nigeria names like Olisa Agbakoba, SAN, then president of the Civil Liberties Organisation (CLO), the spirit was clearly South West’s and its opposition politics hell-raising.

    But not even all that, with the grave injustice of June 12 and the Sani Abacha anti-South West iron purge, could stop the South West softening somewhat, on the altar of vicarious power, towards Obasanjo’s devil-may-care imperial presidency.  That explains Obasanjo’s foxy snare of the South West political mainstream, and the Alliance for Democracy’s electoral burial of 2003.

    The North and the South East had navigated diametrically opposed tracks.

    The North, because between 1960 and 1993, which witnessed MKO Abiola’s stupendous presidential election win, had always been in power — and looked set to be eternally so.

    Even then, at the height of the Jonathan Presidency, when seeming power wilderness gored the North, a desperate Arewa lobby called on the North to focus on own interests, outside Nigeria’s, as it is wont.

    The South East, on the other hand, ever assured of sharing power, even as junior partners, was always bellicose at the very idea of restructuring — outside the traditional power balance, of cohabitation with the North.  So was the South-South, though with less bellicosity.

    That was perhaps why, at the height of the South West campaign for the  Abiola mandate revalidation, Emeka Ojukwu, Eze Igbo Gburugburu, would claim his Abacha-era constitutional conference “mandate” was “superior” to Abiola’s historic win.  Or Okwesilieze Nwodo, as aborted 3rd Republic Enugu governor, would foreswear himself to self-exile, should MKO’s mandate be revalidated!

    But how times have changed!  In this new season of restructuring, it is the South East hollering, but the South West — aside from Afenifere, which has a peculiar motive by its activism — near-funereally quiet.

    Could the dominant political segment of the Yoruba be too busy “eating” (on account of their power alliance with the North) — and you don’t talk when you eat! — to share the East’s current  hyper-excitement on restructuring?

    But to be fair to that lobby, Vice President Yemi Osinbajo’s contribution to the debate just showed how contentious is restructuring’s definition.  In that intervention, Mr. Osinbajo kept faith with the Bola Tinubu’s school of fiscal federalism.

    Under that rubric, Lagos has found economic stability and increasing prosperity — and that is within this present system of federative ruin, that restructuring hopes to change.

    But is fiscal federalism robust enough to reform a failing system, from consumptive to productive federalism?  Maybe, Osinbajo appears to contend.  Never! The classical restructuring army barks.

    The North, in a way, would appear an entirely different proposition.

    A Muhammadu Buhari, by socialization and orientation, has been honest: he would seldom entertain restructuring. Besides, as Col. Innocent Azubike Nass (rtd), noted in his contribution to the debate, it would be quite fraudulent to hold Buhari to a restructuring agenda, ala Jonathan’s national conference recommendations, when he never made it a core campaign issue, en route to winning the presidency.

    Neither would a Nuhu Ribadu, as modern as Buhari is traditional.  Or even a Nasir el Rufai — as digital and sophisticated as they come, and never shackled, as Buhari and Ribadu, as a former member of the uniformed forces.  Yet, from his Accidental Public Servant, El-Rufai would appear as centrist, as both Buhari and Ribadu.

    So, despite Atiku Abubakar’s conversion, could centrism be core to the northern political mind, as decentralization is core to the South West’s — or indeed, the entire South’s, if the current restructuring clamour, in the South East and South-South, is not just some fad of the moment?  And why?

    Ripples believes in restructuring, and has always said so.  But not as some opportunistic clamour to assuage the loss of power and privilege,  after an election lost and won, as this present crusade suspiciously appears.

    At that crucial juncture, every party would sizzle down and talk to one another, instead of talking at one another, as it is now.

    By the way, why not frame restructuring as a campaign issue in 2019?

  • As the National Assembly celebrates

    As the National Assembly celebrates

    The 8th National Assembly recently celebrated the first anniversary of its inauguration.

    As was to be expected it scored itself high – very high – on performance and service delivery.  In separate reviews, Senate President Bukola Saraki and House of Representatives Speaker Yakubu Dogara submitted that the current Assembly has performed far better than previous assemblies in their first year, judging by the quantum of bills and resolutions passed.

    The quantity is impressive, it must be granted:  300 bills by the Senate alone, and 162 motions on such significant subjects as electronic transactions, debt recovery and insolvency, infrastructure fund, and national road fund.  It has also partnered with international agencies and the private sector to devise ways of improving the business environment and attracting investors.

    To this should be added its intervention in preventing the Nigerian Electricity Regulatory Commission from gouging consumers, its interactions with the Central Bank to help shore      up the Naira, and its parley with indigenous manufacturers to help promote patronage of locally produced goods.

    Not bad, when you consider the distractions to which Saraki especially has been subjected, what  with his having to shuttle between the Assembly and the courts to answer charges of perjury and forgery. He did not sponsor any bill.  But only the greatest devotion to duty and patriotism of the highest order could have engendered such committed leadership.

    A total of 685 bills came before the Green Chamber in the period under review.  Some two-thirds –416 to be exact— cleared the first reading and are now awaiting the second.  Only ten  of them are from the Executive Branch, the rest being private members’ bills.

    Unlike Saraki who has not sponsored any bills –on account of the distractions aforementioned, Speaker Yakubu Dogara personally has nine bills to his name.  One of the pieces of legislation wending its way through the House is the Northeast Development Commission Bill, a spirited response to the devastation wrought by Boko Haram in that region of Nigeria.

    The ultimate test of course is not the volume of bills passed but how many have been signed into law and how well they serve the public interest.

    Here the record is less helpful.  I gather that no more than ten have crossed threshold. A great many of the bills are ego trips, proposed for the sake of having one’s name entered into record as a genuine lawmaker, or to create the illusion of active participation in lawmaking.

    The same goes for resolutions, usually knee-jerk reactions to some developing issues, or self-serving declarations on all kinds of subjects under the sky and beyond.  It does not matter that they are non-binding.

    The important thing is to have it on record that a certain distinguished senator — distinguished for being distinguished — or one honourable representative – honourable for being honourable — moved a motion, which drew the enthusiastic endorsement of another distinguished senator or honourable representative, and the concurrence of all the distinguished senators and representatives assembled.

    Still, with so many empty seats at any given moment, and with so many of its members trooping to the courts in a show of solidarity with the beleaguered Senate president, it is a wonder that any business gets done at all in the National Assembly.

    Overall, then, a great deal of motion, but not much movement.  A great deal of heat, but not much light.  Still, no amount of carping can dissolve the fact that the National Assembly is one of the few Nigerian institutions that actually work

    The other side of the ledger is less flattering,

    The configuration of the Assembly, and especially its leadership, was conceived in treachery, nurtured in intrigue and has been sustained by chicanery.  The circumstance of its birth has hobbled and will continue to hobble it until it summons the courage to return to the path of honour and the law of the constitution.

    It went into business vowing that it would never again be business as usual.   The first test of its resolve was the confirmation of the President Muhammadu Buhari’s cabinet nominees. Vetting was going to be thorough, tough and uncompromising, to ensure that only the most worthy candidates were left standing at the end.

    The exercise was for the most part perfunctory.  Many of the candidates were simply told to bow and go, as of old. One should not make too fine a point on this, however.  Buhari effectively blindsided the Senate by presenting only the names of his nominees, without indicating the portfolio he planned to assign them. The Senate went along and carried on business as usual.

    Scrutinising the Budget Estimates is probably one of the most important responsibilities of the National Assembly.  By the time the Presidency and the National Assembly were done, the whole thing had turned into a farce.  At home and abroad, the attentive audience tittered and sniggered about the budget that went missing.

    Another first from Nigeria.

    But nothing has exposed the national Assembly’s moral and ethical vacuity so much as the charges that its principal officers are facing before the courts.  Instead of prevailing on them to step aside for not having lived above suspicion, many of its members serenade them to court and in a vulgar display of solidarity occupy as a matter of entitlement seats meant for senior attorneys and others transacting legitimate business.

    They hunker down, claiming that the executive is muscling in on territory reserved for the legislative branch and presuming to set the rules under which it operates.  Those rules can be changed as the National Assembly rightly insists. But they can be changed only as provided by law.  As I understand it, that was not the case with the so-called Senate Orders.

    Under their definition of the separation of powers, the executive, the legislative and the judicial branches exist in separate, watertight compartments.  No branch is superior to another, and none can serve as a check on the other.

    This is a wilful misreading of the letter and the spirit of the constitution.

    When called upon to explain his part in an alleged forgery of official documents, the deputy Senate president who clinched that post through an unseemly pact takes it upon himself to tell the world that democracy in Nigeria is under assault by an overbearing executive.

    The Senate does not censure him for brining the body into disrepute.  It does remind him that the case at issue was initiated by some members of the same Senate.  Its idea of parliamentary independence is to corral the complainants into withdrawing the charge, failing which they stand to be suspended.

    A senator (ha!) threatens on the floor to rape a fellow senator, and the demented thug does not even get censured for un-parliamentary language and conduct.

    By now they must know that they overreached big-time when they summoned the Ambassador of the United States to come furnish further details of the sexcapades of their colleagues while on assignment in the United States.

    They did not know, and none on the trainload of legislative aides knew or apparently sought to enlighten the legislators that they could not do that kind of thing under the Geneva protocol governing diplomatic relations.  It’s like summoning the foreign head of state, of whom the envoy is personal representative.

  • Anomie all the way

    Anomie all the way

    Suddenly, the ‘prophets’ are quiet. I mean the experts, the economists and our latter day‘manufacturers’ who yesterday predicated a stable reign of the national currency after its floatation. Well, the naira may havedone well – far beyond their expectations. By Monday, it exchanged for N292 to the United States dollar officially. And if you are unlucky to do any purchase abroad with your ATM, you’ll need fork out N366 to purchase a one dollar bill. My charge studying in Canada actually confirmed purchasing the Canadian dollar last week at the rate of N258.1 via ATM. By the way, the CAD officially sold at N218. On enquiry from the bank, she was told that foreign ATM transactions were precluded from official forex transactions. In other words, the black market rules on all ATM transactions outside our shores!

    Sure, we know that the black market rules in more areas that the regulators will care to admit – no thanks to the nation’s irresponsible elite and the financial system operators. The former, lacking any scruples, would readily sell the nation for a morsel of bread; and the latter, with neither the sense to understand the niceties of rules nor the ethical foundation to mind them would do anything for money. In the interplay between the two is a vast jungle defining our marketplace.

    Of course, if we go by the prediction of experts as reported by Punch newspapers, your naira, the symbol of the nation’s strength in the market place is in for a terrible time ahead with some predicting that it might even hit N350 to the dollar at the interbank window. That should not be hard to understand (never mind Godwin Emefiele, the nation’s number one banker’s projection ofN250).While very negligible production is going on, far much less is going on in terms of local value addition to primary products.The result? We earn less and less of forex to spend more and more on imported manufacture!

    Still want to know where the naira is headed? Short answer is – nowhere! Check it out; rather than the being forced out of existence, the black market – the so-called parallel market is on the ascent and so is the incentive for arbitrage. At the subsisting differentials of N65 to N70 between the interbank and parallel market rates, it would take more than a vow of poverty to resist the temptation to round-trip.

    Truth is – had the economy’s minders spent as much time on how to get the economy on its feet as they have done on figuring out the arithmetic of sharing the shrinking piggy bank, we would probably be well on the way to developing the concrete policies to get some our critical industries revving back to life and to boost our forex stock.

    Not that anyone is complaining at the moment though. Not our dot.com analysts – the friends of the foreign merchants for whom tight forex regulations had come to spell trouble. Not our manufacturers, who, hung on forex, need the cover of machineries and raw materials to ship our increasingly scarce capital abroad. Now, everyone can have their heart’s content of the forex they are not earning under the liberalized forex regime. For now, matters of affordability or even the crushing illiquidity will have to tarry a while. The same for the foreign carriers; time to cart their $500 million ticket remittances – and more –home.

    You ask where this leads? Where else but the warm embrace of the very Breton Woods institutions and their toxic brew of policy support instruments – the potion that Nigerians have come to loathe? Does anyone see how nearer we are to the 1980s than anyone would care to imagine?

     

    Court vs. NERC: Play of the giants?

     

    Last week, a Federal High Court in Lagos ruled against the bid by the National Electricity Regulation Commission (NERC) and electricity distribution companies to increase electricity tariff. A Lagos-based lawyer, Toluwani Adebiyi, had following announcement of a new tariff regime, approached the court to stop the hike until there had been a meaningful and significant improvement in power supply to at least 18 hours in a day in most Nigerian communities.

    Of interest is the finding of the court.

    In the opinion ofJustice Mohammed Idris,”The upward increment in tariff was hasty and procedurally ultra vires. The review was done in a breach of existing order. This again was hasty, reckless and irresponsible”.

    The erudite justice went on: “The court has the inherent jurisdiction to undo what has been done by a party in self-help.The increment in tariff by the 1st defendant, while parties were before the court and there was a subsisting order for status quo, is hereby declared illegal. The 1st defendant is hereby directed to reverse to status quo. The 1st defendant is further restrained from increasing the electricity tariff except in strict compliance of the provisions EPSRA and the procedures stipulated in section 76 of the EPSRA”.

    By the ruling, the judge may have preserved the sanctity of his orders; the issue is whether public policy will be served either now or in the long term.

    Agreed, issues of tariff determination have never been anything but a dangerous territory. Understandably, it is one area where Nigerians would rather have their passions, rather than cold economics, rule. This is even more so in a sector whose key players have neither lived up to their billings as responsible service providers nor appear persuaded of the need to play fair. We are talking of an environment where the regulator not only prefers to play the ostrich but would readily pander to the dictates of the players.For the Nigerian consumer, it is a Catch-22 situation.

    Yet, the ruling, no doubt populist, has merely complicated if not compounded, what is already a bad situation. Such weighty pronouncement on the basis of nebulous procedural technicalities without minding the grave risk the order could cause the sector? Will the court also direct that other elements in the cost chain be kept on hold until the final determination of the court?

    These are interesting times.

  • Bukky’s angels

    Bukky’s angels

    Bukky’s angels?  First, ponder two band of angels: one from John Milton’s Paradise Lost; the other, from contemporary America.

    Englishman John Milton (1608-1674) probably had a point to prove in language politics; in those days when Greek and Latin were the core languages of court.

    By how times have changed, with Greek and Latin virtually entombed in antiquity!  But English has bloomed — core language of the modern court, from scholarship, to diplomacy, to global business.  Why, even an irate segment of EU is sniping: at Brussels, with Brexit, UK should exit, with its English!   Some hope!

    From Paradise Lost to the United States, with Charlie’s Angels: a TV detective series that ran on American TV from 1976 to 1981, starring Kate Jackson, Farrah Fowcett and Jaclyn Smith, three ravishingly beautiful angels, sworn to smashing crime, as their adored Charlie proclaimed!

    But nobody ever saw Charlie.  He was only a voice — but all-knowing and all-seeing!

    Charlie’s angels were angels for good: finding out crime anywhere, and fixing it.

    Not so, Lucifer’s angels.  In Paradise Lost, Lucifer, the son of the morning and hitherto brightest of all archangels, got consumed by sheer pride and conceit.

    His host swooped, bristled, quivered and rippled against the Almighty, on account of Lucifer’s beauty and hubris;  quaking, after their doomed hero: better reign in hell than serve in heaven!

    They got their wish — and the once luminous Lucifer, archangel of the high heavens, got hauled down as Satan, chained to the pit of hell, infernal king of darkness.

    Still, Bukky’s angels?

    Well, unlike Charlie’s angels that swooped for the public good, Bukky’s angels are the contemporary Nigerian equivalent of the satanic gang, brusquely resisting their imminent lost paradise of filth.

    Like Lucifer and his host, they would rather reign in the continued Nigerian hell, of corruption and dysfunction; than serve in a dream Nigeria: corrupt-free, workable, equitable and fair.

    That is the crux of all the excitement on Saraki’s senatorial front.

    Bukky’s angels are the quivering and rippling and threatening and swearing senators, bound by no laws but their conceit and whims; held by no parliamentary etiquette, but their rotten and uncouth temper; and ever ready to bristle their wings in anger, hinting at their unlimited capacity for mischief, when, where and how they damn well please!

    They are the unfazed guardian angels of Bukola Saraki, controversial president of the Senate, who is not comfy on, but is self-glued to his throne of thorns, since his spiky installation on 9 June 2015.

    Yes, it all started in June 2015 when Dr. Saraki, by selling off his party, delegitimized an otherwise legitimate bid for Senate president; and Ike Ekweremadu, by selling his soul to crass opportunism, assumed a position he had no claim to, by his party’s minority status.

    Folks say trying to get rid of Saraki is political.  It is.  But so was Saraki’s premeditated perfidy against his party and its entitlement by right, by law and by convention, for infernal careerism.

    So, one political motive cancels out the other, right?

    But pray, what would cancel out the criminal raps on the neck of Saraki and Ekweremadu?

    Threat-belching senators, with the malady peaking with that kindergarten one to impeach the president?

    Or, gambit for time, by Saraki and his lawyers, to frustrate court processes, instead of vigorously and swiftly establishing his innocence?

    Still, the embattled Senate president tends to miss something.  Whereas the Code of Conduct Tribunal (CCT), if Saraki is convicted, might be soft landing; for its penalty is just some years’ suspension from politics; the alleged forgery case, if found guilty, fetches him gaol and ruin.

    Just compare the images. At CCT, Saraki has the “Accused’s Box” to himself, with a chair to boot.  But when he appeared in court for the forgery charge, he was herded in the dock, standing with three others — the first Senate president to clock such ignominy!

    Yet, the Saraki camp’s strategy remains the same: stalling by bluff and bluster, powered by senatorial blackmail, and not a tad rascality.

    When the CCT case broke, Saraki’s senatorial angels caused the CCT Chairman, Justice Danladi Umar, to appear before a senate committee, a classic case of wanton self-help and criminal arm-twisting.

    The forgery charge birthed a similar scenario: the fuming band also summoned the federal Attorney-General (AGF), to explain his temerity to dock a citizen — though he be senate president and his deputy — indicted for alleged crime!

    What hubris!  A Senate created by the Constitution, challenging a constitutional fiat from that same grundnorm!

    That conceit provoked a counter-conceit from the AGF, who first spurned the summons, which was unfortunate.

    But it does underscore that strengthening institutions in a delicate democracy requires utmost and mutual decorum.  The moment a Senate makes a habit of reckless orders, aimed at illicit self-help, by brow-beating others, citizens would start — and not illegitimately too — calling its bluff.  That shreds the dignity and integrity of the country’s highest legislative chamber.

    Well, the Senate would ram through its legalistic summons, for the AGF eventually appeared. But it heard what it didn’t want to hear.  Besides, it was clear who won the moral war.

    The Senate, under Bukola Saraki, has reduced everything to reckless gaming, hoping that the consequent noisy spectacle — even if it is scandalously unedifying — would somewhat block the people’s nose from its oozing rot — that turns hollow, an otherwise hallowed chamber.

    Add all this to the sewer-speak from Dino Melaye — he of the uncouth and irrational din — and you would easily realize how low the Senate had sunk.  Yet, it is still sinking!

    The more the Muhammadu Buhari Presidency strives to pull a rotten country towards rectitude, the more Saraki’s Senate desperately rallies to shove it back into the sewers, believing in the inevitable triumph of evil over good.

    How so tragically misguided — just like Lucifer and his doomed angels!

    Saraki may well herd his tragic ensemble into the hell in which they so wish to reign.  In any case, in building a better Nigeria, it’s only a matter of time before they are consumed by own folly.

    But parliament would bear the long-term collateral damage, long after this unfortunate 8th Senate would have been history.

    The more this Senate craves illicit power, the more it loses authority, respect and prestige, and the more it is fated to domination by the executive.

    But it’s doubtful if the Saraki Senate would care, having worked itself into some Samson complex.

    It would spectacularly crash, to be sure, bound to self-destruction as it is.  But unlike Samson, who at least had some moral grudge against Delilah, for betraying him, Saraki and co would crash alone.

    Political self-destruction is a democratic choice.  Though it’s still some three years to election time, the electorate nationwide must start pencilling down those senatorial irritants, and ship them to the political Siberia they belong.

    The Senate is there for good governance.  But the reverse is the case in this 8th Senate, because its leadership has serious ethical and integrity challenges.

    May Nigeria never see such a Senate again!

  • Peter Obi @55

    Peter Obi @55

    Whereas his admirers call him Okwute (The Rock), mostNigerians remember him as the soft-spoken but doughty fighter who took on the principalities and powers in his state and prevailed. The man, Peter Obi, former governor of Anambra State clocks 55 today.

    A proverbial cat with nine lives, he took office on 17 March 2006 after nearly three years of litigation only to be impeached by the state House of Assembly after seven months in office. He later successfully challenged his impeachment and was re-instated as governor on February 9, 2007 by the Court of Appeal, Enugu. He left office on May 29, 2007 following the general elections, purportedly won by Andy Uba won. He returned to the courts, this time contending that the four-year tenure won in the 2003 elections started to run when he took office in March 2006. On June 14, 2007 the Supreme Court of Nigeria upheld his position and returned him to office.

    Such was his doggedness – his unflagging spirit. There is however another  reason the country will not forget Peter Obi in a hurry: frugality. He was frugal to a fault. He not only ensured that every kobo of public money in his charge counted, he ensured that they delivered real value to the people.

    At a time when fiscal insolvency has become the staple across the states, our whining governors may yet have one or two lessons to learn from the books of the man they call The Rock. Happy Birthday, sir!