Category: Tuesday

  • Sola Ogedengbe: A man for all seasons

    It was with trepidation and a numbing disorder that I received the passing into glory of a friend, comrade, patriot, father figure and “twin brother”, Professor Martin Olusola Ogedengbe, Emeritus Professor of Civil Engineering, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. The late amiable Ogedengbe had been ill for some time but his will to live was obvious in all his activities as he always drove himself to the hospital, church and such other places like the newspapers’ stand at the Obafemi Awolowo University gate for his newspapers.

    In his tribute to the late Ogedengbe, Toye Olorode, the Botanist and highly regarded Political Economist described the death as the loss of “a courageous comrade, a great friend, a man for all seasons”. Indeed, the late Ogedengbe was a man of steely comportment who was rigidly committed to principles and not given to blinking and backpedaling on issues of honour and decency. As a teacher and unionist, he provided a strong moral compass for his students, colleagues and the university administrators alike. He was highly disciplined, thorough, easy-going, well-bred and radiated culture and excellence. He was in every material particular a man of high intellectual propensities.

    Because of his rounded intellectual pedigree, most people (including this writer) did not know that he was in the engineering discipline. For years, until I know him closely, I had thought that he was in the Social Sciences. He wrote and engaged in discourses which gave him off as a man of letters, and possibly one who should have been a Professor of Literature. There is no doubt, as I later found out, that he read a lot of literary works even as a student and teacher of Engineering Sciences.

    Interestingly, it should be noted that the late Ogedengbe started his career at Ife in the Department of Agricultural Engineering where he taught courses like Hydraulics, Hydrology, Water Resources Management, Technical Report Writing, Structural Analysis and other Civil Engineering-related courses. It was therefore not surprising that given his academic exposure that he could single-handedly establish the Department of Civil Engineering in the University which has produced a lot of engineers who have and are contributing to the development of our country. And for Ogedengbe, the icing on the cake came when by a letter dated May 6, from the University Registrar, he was told of his appointment as Emeritus Professor in recognition of his sterling academic accomplishments as a scholar worthy of emulation.

    The late Ogedengbe was a strong voice on the floor of ASUU (the union of academics that has since 1978 been a thorn in the flesh of successive irresponsible governments in Nigeria). Very sequenced in his debates on the floor of ASUU and the Senate of the University, no wonder he was appointed into many committees of both the Union and the University. Usually, his thoughts and their vocalisations were anchored on logic and reasoned anecdotes making him an admirably respected figure within the university system. In those days of insensate military dictatorship of various stripes accompanied by a creeping authoritarian flavour even in the universities, the late Ogedengbe and the likes of Eni Akigboungbe, Olorode, Idowu Awopetu, Dipo Fashina, Segun Osoba, ‘Layi Ogunkoya, Otas Ukponmwan, Kayode Adetugbo, Kola Torinmiro and others, too numerous to mention, provided the intellectual and ideological templates for the union in particular and the university in general with their encyclopedic knowledge. The tragedy of our country today is that men and women of Ogedengbe’s stature are leaving the scene with their unimpeachable values while those of lower values with their crass ignorance and polluted mindsets are taking over the affairs of our country. The country is indeed at the cross roads and at its worst!

    An old friend of the late Ogedengbe gave a vivid account of their relationship at the Iowa University of Science and Technology, in the United States of America in 1967 where they had gone for postgraduate studies, hinting of Ogedengbe’s virtues of erudition and patriotic excellence. It is not unlikely that what shaped Ogedengbe’s consciousness and outlook was his socialist inclination which prepared him for a life of conscientiousness. This, as noted earlier on rubbed off on the platforms and units that he had had the opportunity of creating and leading. It is pathetic that this icon of truth and integrity of the highest order has passed on at a time in our national life when many members of the Nigerian Left are retreating and cocooning themselves thereby creating an undeserved space for the rampaging neo-liberal order with its theology of the market and ever-ready theologians who are holding away. The Left cannot be coy in telling whoever that cares to listen that the only alternative for humanity is the socialist mode of economic production. Any other economic process and arrangement, as Kagaslitsky has brilliantly articulated, will amount to barbarism.

    The Nigerian Left which Professor Ogedengbe was eminently part of must come out of its political closet to redeem the country from the clutches of rent seekers and political pimps who have hijacked the post-colonial Nigerian state. Partisan politics has become a profession to a good number of people who by every definition and consideration could not have had the opportunity of enjoying political power if things were properly arranged. It is intriguing that it is these otherwise less gifted and fourth-rated individuals that have been allowed to determine the fate of millions of Nigerians. No wonder our sensibilities are routinely assaulted by the indiscretions of these elements who have nothing useful to offer other than their self-serving proclivities.

    There must be a new way of doing things in Nigeria and the Left must be at the vanguard of the process for the attainment of a new Nigeria. It is by attaining the goals, ideals and values for which Ogedengbe cherished and lived for that all his creative and patriotic exertions would not have been in vain. Adieu brother and bonhomorous comrade.

    • Uwasomba is of the Department of English, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife.

     

  • Suntai: Not always about the law

    Suntai: Not always about the law

    Nearly 10 days after, I have sought in vain to locate the lacuna in the 1999 Constitution as amended on which those behind the contrived crisis in Jalingo can sufficiently stake their case. Not only does the issue seem so cut and dried that required no invocation of the doctrine of necessity; that we are at this point is partly explained by our boundless tolerance of political delinquency and the ingrained culture of impunity that has metastasised beyond measure.

    Now, I have heard some people describe the arrival of Governor Danbaba Suntai first in Abuja and later in Jalingo last week as a public relations disaster. I consider that an understatement. Clearly, those who though very little of dragging the man through the motions of that ‘feigned consciousness’ have helped in no small measure to confirm our fears of how serious the incapacitation of Taraba’s chief of state is. Vegetative state may appear too strong to describe the man as we saw him on TV being brought down from the aircraft; nothing of his appearance – including his laboured address on TV (which could have been staged anyway) – presented him as anything near the fit-as-the fiddle individual that his hordes of supporters claim he is.

    So, the man is back? No one argues that the individual brought down from the aircraft on August 25 is Danbaba Suntai. However, it must be disappointing for the throng gathered to welcome their governor, both at the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport Abuja, and at Jalingo Airport, that the man who alighted from the aircraft looked pathetic, worn and lost after 10 months of medical sojourn in German and United States hospitals. Contrary to the high drama of his return, he certainly didn’t cut the picture of someone eager to return to his desks in months!

    It is therefore understandable that those who scripted his return would seek a dramatic way to prove that their man is alive and well. Never mind that their principal could only take a fraction of three minutes of broadcast time to thank the people of the state for their prayers, support and understanding; he apparently had just enough reservoir of energy left subsequent to transmit a letter to the state legislature intimating them of his return to his duty post after 10 months of absence! And all of these barely 24 hours after his return!

    But that is not anything near the Thursday’s overdrive – the order purportedly issued under the name of the governor dissolving the state executive council, an exercise that also swept away the Secretary to the State Government and the Chief of Staff both of whom were summarily replaced with new hands.

    Was the apparently shell-shocked lawmakers right to have insisted on having the governor address them at plenary as pre-condition for returning to his desk? Or even the more dramatic step of countermanding all the steps taken by the governor, and reaffirming Alhaji Garba Umar as the acting Governor only on the strength of their doubts which from all appearance looks well founded?

    The answer to the first question is that the constitution is unambiguous about its provision on a returnee governor: a letter transmitted to the legislature is what is provided for. Much as the House would seek public understanding for what it considers a well-intentioned move, their doubts about the fitness of the governor to continue in office would certainly not be resolved by any steps taken outside of the law. The exception is if the House can prove that the letter was a forgery – an impossible task.

    The other step of reversing the steps taken by the governor is not only ridiculous but an invitation to anarchy. While the governor remains in town, how does the House back up its resolve to keep the acting governor in charge? And what happens in case of contradictory orders from the executive branch?

    What the Taraba farce does, just like the Umaru Yar’Adua tragedy, is present the nation with a Hobson choice, neither of which is desirable. No matter how one looks at it, the idea of a cabal –acting in proxy and purporting to be at the behest of the legitimate authority whose decision-making power appears impaired – is obviously beyond the contemplation of the constitution. But then, there is also the danger of indecent haste by constitutional do-gooders to assume the powers they clearly lack under an assumed exigency particularly when such steps end up subverting the same institutions they are supposed to make work.

    I did not think that we had a grave constitutional problem in 2010 anymore than the actors in the Taraba drama can today claim difficulties in interpreting the relevant provisions. What we had was human problem – what I often describe as the delinquent antics of the operators of our laws. In 2010, it took the invocation of a superfluous doctrine of necessity to transfer executive powers from the terminally-ill President Yar’Adua to President Goodluck Jonathan when the Federal Executive Council could have acted promptly to stave off the looming constitutional crisis. The same failures are playing out in Taraba today.

    The summary of course is that the option available to the Taraba House is rather limited in the circumstance. To be sure, that option does not include power to reject the letter from the governor informing the house of his return to office. The power to determine the governor’s state of health resides with the executive council of the state. That power is exercised under Section 190 of the Constitution as amended. Surely, the House could have done better by working with the executive council, or, if it so chooses, proceed with impeachment.

    That leads me to the final point – the decline in the standards of public conduct and morality. I think that we have invested too much energy in the laws without commensurate attention to values in public conduct. It seems to me that the only enduring lesson from the Yar’Adua and Suntai saga is how those serving in executive positions are unrepentantly beholden to their principals as against their sworn public duty. A good way to start with their re-orientation is to remind them of the oaths they swore at inception of office. At the moment, it does not seem that many appreciate the weight of those sworn declarations. Time to bring them to their attention.

     

  • So Suntai is back

    So Suntai is back

    Taraba state in north eastern Nigeria is one of those rural states that offer natural attraction as a peaceful place to live. Surrounded by Adamawa, Gombe, Bauchi, Plateau and Benue states and sharing Nigeria’s international border with Cameroon, Taraba is hardly in the (national) news, not for lack of nothing to report about the state but simply because there are too many much more important things happening in the region competing for national attention pushing events in the state down the pecking order in most newsrooms across the country.

    But that seems not to be the situation any longer following the surprise arrival on the scene penultimate Sunday of ailing Governor Danbaba Suntai after a 10-month medical holiday, first in a German hospital and later in another hospital in the United States.

    Governor Suntai, you may recall was involved in an aircraft crash last October as he was piloting a small jet towards the international airport in Yola, capital of neighbouring Adamawa state. He almost lost his life in the accident and is alive today simply due to the grace of God and the miracle called modern medical science.

    But while many Nigerians, especially his constituents are happy and grateful to God for sparing his life, Suntai, it does appear, is stretching his luck too far judging by the kind of activities he has engaged himself in since he was helped off the aircraft on arrival in Nigeria on August 25.

    The governor, evidently still very ill, is not content with looking after his ill-health and has been dabbling into the delicate and dirty politics of Taraba with the likely consequence of deepening the crises that have engulfed the state since that ill-fated flight to Yola. After a few months lull following the media frenzy that attended the aircraft crash, Taraba is back in the news and as it was then, for the wrong reasons.

    The man wants to take back the reign of government from his deputy, the acting governor, Garba Umar, who had been in charge since the accident. Nothing wrong with that you may say, but a lot is, considering the fact that Governor Danbaba Suntai, on the evidence of the pathetic picture of him being helped out of the aircraft on arrival and his hardly audible two-minute-plus video message to Tarabans last week, is not healthy enough to run the affairs of the state. Anybody saying anything to the contrary is definitely not being honest with the people. And until there is a verifiable and transparent medical assessment of his current situation any order or action purportedly taken by him stands the risk of being disregarded and thus plunge the state further into more political crises.

    Already the acting governor has called on the public to ignore Suntai’s dissolution of the executive council and appointment of a new Secretary to the State Government and Chief of Staff in the government house. The divided state House of Assembly had equally called on Garba Umar to continue as acting governor and urged Suntai to return to his hospital bed in the United States for proper treatment, promising him a return to his seat once he is medically fit to discharge his duties. The man or rather those around him whose political and economic survival depends on his seemingly remaining in charge, is not ready to give in and is digging deep to consolidate his hold on power even at the detriment of Taraba state. This is sad.

    Already the uncertainty this has created is beginning to get to the government’s bankers some of whom are reportedly rejecting transactions done by the acting governor. Though the government has denied this, the impression out there is that of a divided administration and this does not bode well for the state especially with the countdown to the 2015 general elections drawing closer. And that seems to be the cause of the impasse in Taraba state. With a dominant Christian population, Taraba has, not surprisingly, been producing a Christian as governor since the return of democracy in 1999 and the trend which has been designed to continue in 2015 now seems to be threatened except Suntai remains in charge. There is the fear that with Umar in charge in the run up to the 2015 polls, the role may be reversed and a Muslim in the saddle. This, to those fanning the embers of religious division in the state will be against their selfish interest. This is the crux of the matter and the main reason the cabal behind Suntai would rather have on the governor’s seat rather than his deputy, even when not fit.

    The question is where and how is the interest of the generality of the people of Taraba being served under this cold calculation of these grabbers of power? Does it really make any different whether a Muslim or Christian is in power in Taraba or any other state in Nigeria? What difference would it make if the Nigerian President were to be a Christian or Muslim? This was the religious card being played in Kaduna state before until we had late Governor Yakowa, a Christian and the heavens did not fall.

    It is about time we outgrow this kind of stupid sentiments and elect those who would serve the best interest of the people. Governor Suntai, if he loves himself and his constituents should not succumb to pressures from this cabal whose only interest is what they can profit from his governorship. He should without delay submit himself to a verifiable medical examination to determine the true state of his health. The Nigerian Medical Association has offered to do this for him. If he is not fit enough to rule, as it seems obvious, then he should not force himself on Taraba.

     

  • Obama: Second-term blues for a President

    Obama: Second-term blues for a President

    In the folklore of American politics, the second term is when Presidents falter, when anything that can go wrong under their watch goes wrong.

    Nothing seems to work according to plan. At a time their eyes are fixed on their legacy and their minds concentrated on how they can can best shape and consolidate it, they find themselves buffeted by events over which they have little control — events and developments that may not only undermine how they would like to be remembered, but damage it fatally.

    Reckoning from the time of Richard Nixon, there is more than anecdotal support for this piece of native wisdom.

    In the 1968 Presidential election, Nixon defeated his Democratic opponent, Hubert Humphrey handily. His escalation of the Vietnam War and his domestic policies stirred much domestic unrest. But going to China, thus ending the American delusion that propped up Taiwan for decades in the UN Security Council as a state actor and the authentic representative of the Chinese people, he won respect across the world as an authentic statesman.

    He had in his corner, remember, the brilliant but frighteningly amoral Dr Henry “Super K” Kissinger, first as his National Security Adviser and later as his Secretary of State.

    Four years later, Nixon won reëlection even more handily. In the race, he urged voters to compare his “law and order” credentials to the appeal of his opponent George McGovern, to the dishevelled anti-war elements stirring up things on the campuses and in the streets. Driven more by cynicism and expediency than high-mindedness, he ended the Vietnam War, brought home the troops, and it seemed he was headed to be counted among America’s great presidents.

    By the half-way mark in his second term, he was hobbled by what was at first dismissed as a third-rate burglary carried out by some inept political operatives: a break- in at the offices of the opposition Democratic Party at the Watergate Hotel, in Washington, DC. Nixon’s fingerprints were all over the break-in, in the attempt to cover it up, and in so many other acts, summed up by the term Watergate” that brought his office into disrepute.

    He resigned in disgrace, to avert impeachment

    Ronald Reagan rode to the White House in 1980 on the back of conservative resurgence, the frustration and impotence that swept the country when 52 Americans were held hostage for 444 days in Iran during the revolution that toppled the monarchy and brought Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini to power during President Jimmy Carter’s luckless term. An attempt to rescue the hostages failed even before it really got underway, deepening America’s sense of impotence.

    The conservative resurgence that had buoyed Reagan to The White House grew from strength and saw him to a second term, which he won by a landslide victory over Walter Mondale, his Democratic opponent, and promised to carry him through his second term.

    But the Iran-Contra scandal supervened and cast a pall over the second term and indeed his presidency. By the time Reagan left office, dementia had set in, reducing his presidency to a holding action

    Bill Clinton’s first term was successful by any measure; the economy that had contracted in the Reagan years expanded, and his leadership in the Balkan crisis resonated across the world.

    His second term was consumed by the Monica Lewinsky scandal. So toxic did the scandal render Clinton that, in his 2000 presidential campaign, his vice president and Democratic candidate, Al Gore, would not even stake a claim on a share of the glittering achievements of the Clinton Administration, especially on the economic front.

    George W. Bush owed his victory in the 2000 presidential election more to the Supreme Court of the United States than to the electorate. The 9/11 terrorist attack transformed his shaky and tentative start into an assertive control that propelled him to invade and devastate Iraq in a quest to rid the world of that nation’s arsenal of “weapons of mass destruction.”

    The weapons, it turned out, did not exist; they were a manufactured pretext for war. But victory in the war soon turned sour, and Bush’s dream of going down in history as an all-conquering war-time leader evaporated. Nor was that all; he squandered the hefty budget surplus of the Clinton years on tax cuts for the wealthy and plunged the economy into a recession from which it is yet to recover. The glory of the first term turned to ashes in the second.

    And now, Barack Obama.

    No sooner had he started his second term, after giving his Republican opponent Mitt Romney a severe thumping, than the term ran into contrary winds. The Republican faithful, sworn to ensure that Obama failed, thought they had found a promising opening when they put it out that the Internal Revenue Service had, for political reasons, scrutinised the tax returns of organisations with a conservative leaning more closely than those of organisations with a liberal leaning.

    So heavy was the drumbeat that the head of the IRS had to resign. That did not placate them. They branded the allegation a scandal of Watergate proportions that called for nothing less than the President’s impeachment.

    It would later turn out that the IRS had in this matter been an equal-opportunity inquisitor, scrutinising the tax returns of liberal-leaning organisations no less rigorously than the returns of conservative-leaning groups.

    The furore had not quite subsided when it came to light that the national Security Agency had been spying without warrant and without probable cause on millions of Americans and indeed foreigners, tapping into their e-mails and text messages and other electronic transactions, and invading their privacy in ways that George Orwell’s Big Brother could never have devised.

    And now, an off-the cuff remark that the use of chemical weapons in the festering civil war in Syria would “cross the line” and warrant an appropriate response is haunting Obama in ways he could never have imagined, this polished political actor who usually picks his words with the utmost deliberation.

    It appears that chemical weapons have indeed been used, but it is not clear beyond a reasonable doubt who used them, and on whose orders. Nevertheless, the powerful lobby for military intervention is holding Obama to his word. The coalition he was counting on to deliver an appropriate response has dissolved in the face of opposition from a war-weary public that remembers all too clearly the propaganda about Iraq’s alleged weapons of mass destruction, the casus belli that turned out to be a phantom.

    When they hear British Prime Minister David Cameron declare that everything they know points to Bashar al-Assad as the perpetrator of the horrid attack that put hundreds of Syrians to agonising deaths, and that it was all a matter of “judgment,” a great many in the attentive audience rejoin: We’ve heard that before, in the run-up to the invasion of Iraq. And the case turned out to be bogus through and through.

    When U.S. Secretary of State asserts that the charges he had laid out against al-Assad were based on “facts” and were a matter of commonsense,” he reminds his audience of similar assertions before the United Nations Security Council by Colin Powell, his predecessor twice removed, in the build-up to the invasion of Iraq. And their response? “We heard that before. Tell us another.”

    Obama now finds himself obliged, in the face of public skepticism, if not outright opposition, to seek the approval of the U.S. Congress before launching the bombing raids on Syria he had vowed with such unaccustomed casuistry to execute, effectively shifting responsibility to that body.

    No outcome is guaranteed. Nor is it clear whether the approval he is seeking is definitive or merely advisory.

    What is clear is that the curse –more likely the fatigue — of the Second Term is now upon the Obama Administration. Barely one year into the term, Obama’s sure-footedness is no longer evident, his agenda seems to have come unstuck, his momentum is out of kilter, and the immediate future promises more of the same.

    But it is too early to count him out. He is a student of history. He knows the burden he carries as the first African American president. In spite of the disloyal opposition, he will find ways to regain his momentum.

     

     

     

     

  • Bayelsa’s gifts to Nigeria

    In the comity of minority groups in Nigeria, Bayelsa can be considered the least of them. Whereas it is the only homogenous Ijaw state – the home base of all Ijaw people and the epicentre of Ijaw civilization and culture, yet it is the least in terms of land mass and population. The entire state covering the land, vegetation, creeks, rivers and ocean is 21,110 km2 (8,150 sq mi). Going by the last census, the population is put at 1,998,349.

    The state was carved in 1996 out of the old Rivers State and is thus one of the newest states of the Nigerian federation.

    This is the state where crude oil was first discovered in Nigeria in commercial quantity. In fact it is on record that Bayelsa has one of the largest crude oil and natural gas deposits in the whole country. Aside from its natural endowments, Bayelsa also enjoys the rare privilege of producing the first President to emerge from a minority ethnic group.

    The discovery of oil in Oloibiri in 1956, according to Wikipedia, ended almost 50 years of unsuccessful oil exploration in the country by various companies. Indeed, the discovery launched Nigeria into global reckoning as a major oil-producing nation, considering the fact that over 5,000 barrels were pumped per day from the swampy oilfield of OML 29, measuring about 13.75 square kilometres.

    No doubt, the enormous wealth that came from the discovery of oil, ultimately accounted for the substantial investment in infrastructure by the then federal government in building the capital cities of Lagos and Abuja. It is, however, sad to note that the developments were done at the expense of the land from whose womb the wealth came. The oil wells in Oloibiri have since dried up. The land and its inhabitants lie desolate. The community is a shadow of itself, stripped of all its virtues and today it has become a clear metaphor. What a shame!

    In shame we have forged on as a people, carrying with us the deep scars of injustice, neglect and deprivation even as we take solace in the divine intervention that miraculously brought about the emergence of a President from among us.

    We also take solace in the contributions of our heroes to the Nigerian state, sons of the soil, whose giant strides have brought great honour and pride to our nation at different times and space. Today, we pay glowing tributes to men like Prof. Lawrence B. Ekpebu, from Okoloba, a once picturesque village in Bayelsa, now ravaged by the harsh consequence of exploitation of oil in the Niger Delta. From a destitute background where there was hardly opportunity to attend primary school, he went on to become the first African to bag a Harvard degree, graduating with Honours in Government with specialization in International Law and Relations. He won one of Harvard’s most coveted prizes for graduating seniors, the Francis H. Burr (1909) Prize Scholarship and broke an all- time record as the only black person to ever achieve this feat in the history of Harvard till date. Indeed, his achievement prompted the institution to grant scholarships to not just Nigerians but Africans and the Caribbeans. As a result, the scheme produced additional 200 professors from Nigeria alone and several others across the African continent among whom are Prof. Bolaji Akinyemi, Kalu Idika Kalu and His Excellency, President Quattara of Cote Ivoire. Prof. Ekpebu went on to bag Masters from Princeton University and later PhD from Harvard.

    There is also Ernest Sissei Ikoli of blessed memory (1893–1960), a nationalist and pioneering journalist, a native of Sangana, Akassa, in Brass Local Government Area of present day Bayelsa State. Ernest Ikoli was very prominent in pre-Independence Nigerian politics and remains the first man from present day Bayelsa State to have made as much significant foray into national politics. As a journalist, he was the first editor of the famous Daily Times in Lagos in its formative era in 1926 and as a politician, he was the President of the Nigerian Youth Movement. In 1942, Ikoli even represented Lagos in the Legislative Council. Another significant first by all standards in the history of Nigerian politics!

    Many will remember Melford Obiene Okilo, (November 30, 1933 – July 5, 2008), a proud Ijaw politician of Ogbia extraction from Emakalakala in Bayelsa State. He had a long and distinguished career as a politician from pre-Independence Nigeria, but his career as a politician gained tremendous prominence in post- independence times until his untimely demise in 2008. He was a Member of Parliament from 1956 to 1964 and minister in the First Republic. He was Governor of old Rivers State between 1979 and 1983 during the Second Republic and Senator representing Bayelsa East between 1999 and 2003.

    Only recently, the nation had cause to mourn the painful demise of General Andrew OwoyeAzazi, who died in an ill-fated helicopter crash last year. He had a distinguished military career and was arguably one of the finest in the history of the Nigerian Military, who rose to the pinnacle of the force. A Chief of Army Staff and later Chief of Defence Staff, Azazi, a native of Peretorugbene in Ekeremor LGA, Bayelsa State, was appointed National Security Adviser by President Goodluck Jonathan on October 4, 2010 and died on December 15, 2012.

    We also remember with fondness the great Major Isaac Jasper Adaka Boro (September 10, 1938 – May 9, 1968), better known as “Boro”, was a celebrated Niger Delta nationalist and Nigerian Civil War hero. He was one of the pioneers of minority rights activism in Nigeria and perhaps the very first to take up arms against the Nigerian State to agitate for the rights of the oil producing minorities of South- south. His legacies remain true to us even to this day.

    What’s the idea behind the reeling out of the profiles of these proud Ijaw sons of Bayelsa extraction? It is to draw attention to the fact that we have as a people over the years, in spite of the negative classification and distorted perceptive lenses, have done more perhaps more than most people will readily want to admit, to project the ideals of a united and egalitarian Nigeria. Undeniably, Bayelsa State is a blessing to the nation.

    It is in keeping with these ideals and to further push the frontiers of our collective interest as a nation, irrespective of the fault lines upon which our so- called unity in diversity was etched, that another great Bayelsan, the Governor of Bayelsa State, Henry Seriake Dickson chose to serve as chairman of the PDP National Reconciliation Committee.

    Those who criticized his appointment did not take long to realise that the man they presumed was inexperienced and “infantile” to chair the reconciliation committee was the brain behind the negotiation that ensured the suit stopping the party’s convention slated for August 31 was withdrawn. It also didn’t take long to prove to the skeptics and cynics that Governor Dickson’s persuasive and consensus building skills, not just as politician, but as a brilliant lawyer with years of outstanding records of achievements at the bar ensured that peace was restored to the feuding parties in PDP Ekiti and Anambra states.

    At a time like this when our nation’s unity is under severe threat, we must be able to draw a clear line between rendering service and playing politics. We should all take pride to work for the unity and development of our country and by so doing stand together to resist those exploiting our diversity to harp on those things that easily pull us apart. We must emulate the personalities whose remarkable profiles, who at different times rose beyond pettiness as gallant patriots and gave their all to render service to the nation by embracing and envisioning an all-inclusive approach to achieve national cohesion and unity.

     

    • Iworiso-Markson sent this piece from Yenagoa.

  • Again, Sege talks the talk

    Somewhat, former President Olusegun Obasanjo figures himself some incarnation of Chief Obafemi Awolowo – the one who must sneeze and the republic must catch a cold.

    The huge difference is that while Awo walked the walk before talking the talk, Obasanjo talks the talk without walking the walk.

    Awo, it was, who on his yearly medical sojourn abroad, on the defunct British Caledonian Airways, would release his annual state-of-the-nation bazooka, that elicited so much heat and tirade, from the sitting government and its luckless officials, who felt obliged to respond to Awo’s blazing fire of cold stats with a fusillade of vulgar abuse.

    One of the most celebrated of such dog fights was Awo’s alert that the economy, under Second Republic President, Alhaji Shehu Shagari, was heading for the rocks. Stung, Prof. Emmanuel Edozien, celebrated former professor of development and international economics at the University of Ibadan and President Shagari’s chief economic adviser, with Chief Adisa Akinloye, the ruling National Party of Nigeria (NPN) national chairman, went for Awo’s jugular, in a fierce, two-man pincer attack.

    But when the passion of sentimental battle cooled, the government ate crow. A few months later, the Shagari government went to Parliament, tail between two hind legs, clutching an economic stabilisation bill, to pad an economy in free fall.

    That confirmed Awo’s earlier warning. That showed the futility of hysteria against well reasoned alerts. That reinforced the Awo mystique.

    Since his public policy activism started during that same Second Republic, Obasanjo had always coveted such Awo-like mystique. But tragically, he has always lacked Awo-like work ethic, or personal morality, the such that declared when his contemporaries were carousing with women of easy virtue, he, Awo, was punishing his mind, searching for solutions to Nigeria’s problems.

    That explains why, even from the grave, Awo sounds credible, plausible and rigorous: thanks to his numerous books that have addressed and proffered sane solutions to some, if not most, of Nigeria’s perennial problems.

    But a living Obasanjo, beyond his false piety, often sounds like the human equivalent of a grating drum – grating because it is empty; and is wilfully deaf to the irritating sounds it makes, when it insists on rolling itself!

    That is the long and short of Obasanjo’s pastime of public policy interventions, the latest of which was his Ibadan heroics of pontificating on failed younger leaders! That itself was a grand irony: for the megaphone blaring out that condemnation was the ultimate in failed leaderships across generations! But then, self-nailing is one of Obasanjo’s divine gifts!

    After some self-serving books, a pretence to scholarship and intellectualism, and a “three-term” presidency (one as jackboot head of state, and two as elected – if controversial – civilian president), Obasanjo remains very much part of, hardly any solution to, the problem he periodically rails against. His motive is to clutch at relevance at all cost.

    Indeed, analysing Obasanjo through what he says of others in his books, and what others say of him in theirs, is a rich experience.

    In Not My Will, he talked down on Gen. Yakubu Gowon, his war-time commander-in-chief, as some ungrateful and duplicitous coup plotter, on account of unproven allegations on the Bukar Sukar Dimka coup.

    Yet, Gen. Gowon probably has in his fingernail more honour, nobility, grace and charity than Obasanjo would ever have in his whole being, even if he lived a million years!

    In the same book, he talked down on Awo, saying what Awo hankered after all his life, he got on a virtual platter of gold. That was gloating on his first coming as military head of state. Yet, even after his second coming of two presidencies, and a clatter of books to articulate his thoughts, Awo, dead since 1987, still towers, like Gulliver in Lilliput, above the living midget still hustling for attention in his hoary years, when he had every opportunity – but blew it – to make his mark, and make it good.

    In My Command, his Civil War account, Obasanjo demonised everybody, especially the formidable “Black Scorpion”, Benjamin Adekunle of the Third Marine Commando fame. But Brig-Gen. Godwin Alabi-Isama, a brain box in the war’s Atlantic theatre has shown, in his own account, The Tragedy of Victory, with maps, pictures and devastating logic, that Obasanjo’s Command was just a tad less than grand fiction, driven by narcissistic conceit. Ben Gbulie, another combatant, though on the Biafran side, hinted as much in an interview The Nation published on August 25

    Even if Alabi-Isama had an axe to grind with Obasanjo – in his book, Alabi-Isama accused both Obasanjo and Gen. Theophilus Danjuma of easing him out of the army – Nasir El-Rufai bears no such burden.

    Yet, Obasanjo’s profiling in El-Rufai’s The Accidental Public Servant, particularly the former president’s comical denial of his failed third term project and the ultra-corrupt suborning by a sitting president, of Nigeria’s Business Royalty to “donate” to a presidential library swindle, is anything but flattering.

    And like some daemon that must sear its victim long after it had exited the scene, the best Obasanjo could bequeath a country that has given him all, aside from his irritating leadership sermonising, is presidential paralysis: Umaru Musa Yar’ Adua, a goodly soul clobbered by bad health, was virtually dead on arrival; and the famously uncritical Goodluck Jonathan, finding out the hard way that it takes more than good luck, and a conspiratorial pan-Nigeria mandate of Southern Nigeria and the Middle Belt, to have a stellar presidency.

    But that, at the national level. In his native South West, all Obasanjo inspired was a reactionary “mainstream”, with a garrison command and electoral banditry in tow, that sapped the people as it bloated the greedy and corrupt client-reactionaries. It was rolling back, for eons, Awo’s proud legacy.

    But to Obasanjo, that is fine. In the absence of near-zero legacy in real terms, contrived presidential Lilliput, just to make Obasanjo the Gulliver of his unsung era, is fair game.

    If Jesus the Christ had the divine mandate to die so that humanity might live, Obasanjo’s narcissistic mandate, it would appear, is for his country to die so that he might live! That, of course, is the sum-up of his empty grandstanding on leadership, when it is clear that, on that topic, he is a brilliant failure, wilfully un-confessed but proven.

    Of course, Obasanjo would remain great as long as Nigeria is chained to the current Lilliputian level. But the moment it breaks free – and it must – Obasanjo would embrace his fate in the dustbin of history.

    If Nigeria must attain its manifest destiny, the present generation of leaders must shun Obasanjo and his empty rhetoric.

    Instead, they must push for a super structure, not super humans: super structure that manages the best of geniuses but curtails the worst of villains that strays into governance.

    Such a system would end the era of unrepentant super-failures like Obasanjo, who run their mouth because of the strange conceit that they boast worse failures as successors.

  • Not a task for the self-serving

    Not a task for the self-serving

    The wholesale review of the 1999 Constitution that the National Assembly is currently undertaking, with not a little help from the Presidency, was from the outset a dubious venture.

    That document was drafted in haste and wreathed in secrecy so encompassing that not even President Olusegun Obasanjo who swore to protect and defend it and abide by it had seen it at the time he took office. After going through it, the late Gani Fawehinmi warned that it was strewn with booby traps, and that the framers did not take into account Nigeria’s altered political environment and the yearnings of the people.

    Its defects soon became clear even to those who stood to profit the most from them. Piecemeal amendment followed piecemeal amendment, but defects kept surfacing. Instead of abandoning that strategy and calling for a new Constitution, to be prepared by a Constituent Assembly and ratified by sovereign people of Nigeria in a referendum, President Jonathan Goodluck and the National Assembly settled for a trainload of amendments — as many as 75 at one point, 54 at the last count – in an exercise they now call a constitutional review.

    A Constitution that requires 54 amendments in one fell swoop is a constitution crying to be re-written altogether. But they will hear none of it. They are pressing ahead with this untidy strategy, armed with the self-serving and threadbare claim that the sovereignty of the Nigerian state inheres in them, and that since there cannot be two sovereigns in the same political space, a Sovereign National Conference or a Constituent Assembly has no place in the present scheme of things.

    They conveniently forget that they were elected to make laws for the governance of Nigeria, not to rewrite a new Constitution through the back door. Nor are they mindful that, even with all its imperfections, the 1999 Constitution declares unambiguously that sovereignty belongs to the people, and that the government derives its authority from the people.

    In any case, what kind of constitutional review is it in which the protagonists gather a more or less rented crowd in one city in each federal constituency for several hours in one day, presents them with a “template” of 54 proposed amendments, ask them to vote for or against each with nary a debate, and then celebrate the outcome as a triumph for popular consultation, the kind of which has never been witnessed in the history of constitution-making in Nigeria?

    The whole thing is a sham, and a prologue to future political grief.

    That much is clear from what happened the other day when the National Assembly set out to amend the law governing nationality. It botched the effort spectacularly and ended up, according to many persons learned in the law, actually endorsing child marriage.

    Senate President David Mark has said that the Senate was “tricked” into voting for a law upholding that atrocious practice. He deserves full mark for candour. But his candour raises many troubling questions. On how many other issues or occasions has the Senate or the House of Representatives been “tricked” into enacting one law or another? Where is the expertise, the mastery, in a legislative body that can be so easily swindled? Where is the judgment?

    Today, nobody can say with certitude where the law actually stands on child marriage. If the Senate vote is not revisited, it will probably take a ruling of the Supreme Court to clear the air, all because legislators arrogated to themselves the task of rewriting the Constitution through the backdoor – a task for which they are ill-equipped.

    The on-going constitutional review, as its protagonists have chosen disingenuously to call it, is misbegotten. It was conceived in bad faith. The way it is being carried out will not win plaudits for transparency, political sagacity, or competence.

    There is yet one more development that makes it clear that on-going review does not belong in the province of the National Assembly. That is the issue of local government “autonomy”.

    The House of Representatives voted for amendment that would make local councils autonomous, but the Senate voted against.

    “Autonomy,” whether in political science or praxis, or in the sociology of the professions, is a beguiling term. But what does it really mean? What does it mean in the context of the proposal before the National Assembly?

    The local government is probably the first layer of government citizens encounter, and the layer they encounter most frequently. When effective and efficient, it touches the lives of the residents in fundamental ways, improving their quality of life. Even in dysfunction, it still has consequences, deleterious ones to be sure, for the residents.

    How it is to be organised and structured, what powers it will exercise, and what status it will enjoy: these matters are far too important to leave to the determination of a legislature whose members always have their eyes on the main political chance.

    They belong, instead, to the people – the people who will be most affected by the policies and programmes of the local government, the people as sovereign exercising constituent powers. The people have neither surrendered nor delegated those powers to a body elected to make laws for the governance of Nigeria.

    What the National Assembly is doing in the name of a constitutional review is therefore a usurpation, and a self-serving one at that. Constitution-making is not a task for the self-serving.

    To return to the issue of “autonomy”: In a polity that is supposedly a federation but is in many significant respects centrally administered, what will this so-called autonomy consist in? How will local government councils enjoy autonomy when the states enjoy no such thing?

    Those advancing the case for local government autonomy probably have in mind a situation in which local government councils will receive their financial allocations directly from the Centre and disburse the funds as they like, without any interference from state governments. They reject the present practice, whereby state governors can dissolve elected councils at will, for political reasons.

    If this is what the “autonomy” they are canvassing consists in, there is much to be said for it. But why save it for local councils and deny it to state governments?

    What is the meaning of “autonomy’ in a setting in which a state governor is vested with responsibility as “chief security officer” of the state, but the police commissioner is appointed by, and takes his orders from, the Centre and actually operates at cross-purposes with the elected governor as in Rivers State, to cite the most recent example of this practice?

    Only a comprehensive overhauling of the Constitution – an overhauling that takes into full account present realities and the yearnings of the people – can make for a more harmonious union. The task of preparing such a Constitution, warranted by the preface “We, the people”, belongs to a Constituent Assembly or a Sovereign National Conference.

    The on-going constitution review, it is necessary to insist, is a costly sham. Its protagonists are sowing the seeds of future grief.

     

  • The Barber boy

    At the Barber’s shop at the weekend a young man, about my son’s age, was scraping what was left of the hair on my head amidst continuing ‘desert encroachment’ when he suddenly stopped, cleared his throat and said; ‘sir, may I ask you a question?’ Sure, I said, wondering what he had on mind.

    As you never can tell with the younger ones nowadays, my mind in the next few seconds before his question wandered far and near for a clue as to what he wanted to find out from me. But before my mind wandered too far, his young voice interrupted and asked; ‘sir, is it good to have higher (tertiary) education?’

    Immediately he said this I knew the young man is troubled. Ordinarily at his age (18/19) he should be in school instead of ‘barbing’ away his time to earn a living, but there he was, working as a barber. Why you may want to ask.

    Yes he is indigent; he’s been battling WAEC for his GCE ‘O’ Level for about two years now and decided to take a sabbatical so to speak from WAEC exams for at least a year to work and earn some money before attempting his GCE again and later JAMB, but he is confused and doesn’t really know whether that route is the best for his future.

    His worries are many, chiefly among which is the growing number of unemployed graduates out there, with little or no prospect of either securing a job or creating one for themselves. He wants to go to the university to study for a degree in civil engineering and become a ‘building contractor’ (using his own words), but he is afraid that he might end up with no job after struggling through university, as most of the unemployed graduates out there, and wants an assurance from me that tomorrow would be better and that he should go to the university.

    Though I tried my best to allay his fears of how bad Nigeria’s tomorrow could be with the way things are going in this country especially with youth unemployment, he didn’t look convinced that tomorrow would be better, President Goodluck Jonathan’s so called transformation agenda notwithstanding.

    I thought of how many of our youths, like him, are afraid of the future and what it holds for them. My mind quickly went to the ongoing strike by university lecturers and how ASUU and the Federal Government are toying with the lives and future of these young Nigerians forced to stay at home and be idle because they could not agree on how to fund tertiary education in the country.

    It is this kind of idleness and hopelessness about the future that drive some of our youths to either go into crime or run out of the country in search of a better tomorrow elsewhere.

    As I was talking to this young man, I remembered what I just read in the Sunday papers, few hours before, about a certain young boy, a teenager who hid in the tyre compartment of a Lagos bound Arik Air aircraft from Benin, the Edo State capital. The boy, Daniel Ihekina, wanted to fly away, or better put, stowaway to what he believes would be a better future than whatever he was experiencing back home in Benin.

    I am sure Lagos wasn’t his intended destination as he could have hipped a ride in the back of one of those trucks that bring goods to Lagos from the inter land daily instead of risking his life flying into Nigeria’s commercial capital in the belly of an aircraft. He probably thought that flight was headed for Europe or America where ‘they pick the Dollar or Euro on the street’ and the ‘roads are paved with gold.’ That seem to be the thinking of most of these young Nigerians, faced with a bleak future at home, who seek greener pastures outside Nigeria, even in place like Libya (albeit Ghadafi’s Libya) of all places.

    Some of them have lost their lives while attempting to cross the Libyan desert en-route Europe via Italy. Some are marooned somewhere in North Africa unable to cross to Europe and left with no money return home. Some, having sold all their belongings and investments or caused their families to sell all they have to fund their ill-fated and illegal trip are too ashamed to return home empty handed and have turned to either destitute or prostitutes (if they are females) to earn a living where ever they are holed up. Yet the stories of these unfortunate Nigerians have not deterred some of our youths from running away from the hopelessness at home.

    But is the situation so bad? The answer could be yes and no as one could argue convincingly on both sides. But suffice to say that Nigeria needs a sort of Marshall Plan for her youths in order to secure our future, a better future as a people and a nation. It wasn’t like this in the past, we are told, as the future was rosy for our youths then. They had everything laid out for them; good education; well paid jobs (they were spoilt with choices); and the right atmosphere to build a good family with African values. Can we say this about Nigeria of today? No. Why?

    It is easy to blame our stars for this but the blame really is in us. We have had bad leaders over the years, who have squandered all the goodwill and riches of the land to now impoverish us. When our elders remind us that it wasn’t like this before, they are quick to point at when Nigeria had to rely on revenue from agriculture to fund our development. They talk of the eras of cocoa in the west, groundnut in the north and palm oil in the east. They are right as then we were cutting our coats according to our cloth and things were running smoothly.

    But all of a sudden, oil money came and we became super rich without necessarily working hard for it. As stupid as they were, our leaders encouraged us to abandon agriculture for the petrol-dollar. It is a long story between then and now, but regrettably today, that oil money is at the root of all our problems and troubles

    You can give your own interpretation to it, but the truth is that greater troubles lie ahead in the next few decades when this oil will either no longer be in greater demand or would have dried up and we would be left with nothing if we don’t plan now for Nigeria beyond oil.

    Nigeria beyond oil: The role of the Editor was the theme of the recently concluded All Nigerian Editors Conference in Asaba, Delta state. From the presentations made by the invited guests who included some state governors and ministers, it does appear that our leaders are ready to wean Nigeria’s economy from over dependence on oil revenue and seriously planning a resuscitation of agriculture which has the capacity to create millions of self sustaining jobs for our teeming army of unemployed, especially our youths.

    If this can be seen through successfully in the next few years and a solid foundation laid for a multi product economy, may be the future would not look all that bleak for the likes of the Barber boy and Daniel Ihekina.

  • PHCN: The day after

    Power-starved citizenry ought to be forgiven if they barely paid any heed to what was supposed to be a milestone in the quest for steady electricity supply. Blame it on reform-fatigue, the deadline for payment for the preferred bidders of the generating (GENCOs) and distribution companies (DISCOs) closed Wednesday last week without the typical bang that one would have expected. Save for the few sighs here and there, it may well have sneaked on us like the proverbial thief in the night.

    Not that it was entirely shorn of some drama though. Some 96 hours before the Wednesday deadline, there were in fact apprehensions about the preferred bidders being able to cough out the balance to make good their bid. There were equally reports about outstanding sticking points between the government and the powerful electricity workers union on the issue of severance packages; indeed, there were hints, at some point, that the preferred bidders had served notice on the federal government that the final payment will be kept in abeyance until all outstanding liabilities were cleared.

    And all of these were going on in the context of the latest rumble in the banking sector: the apex bank’s so-called sterilisation of 50 percent public sector deposits with immediate, direct impact in the tightening of liquidity in the economy.

    Of course, if it seems any attestation that Nigeria is a place where miracles happen, the historic process designed to usher in the regime of liberalisation of the power sector sailed almost flawlessly and without serious hiccups. It was too good to be true. By close of work on Wednesday, nine out of the 10 bidders for distribution companies (Discos) had paid in full; it also emerged that four preferred bidders for generating companies (Gencos) had also perfected payments to assume ownership of the entities. Only two fell by the wayside. CMEC/EUAFRIC Energy JV, the preferred bidder for Sapele Power Plc which reportedly made a “substantial” payment; Interstate Electric Limited, the preferred bidder for Enugu Distribution Company, failed to make any payment aside the initial 25 percent by due date.

    The exercise therefore can claim to be an unqualified success. However, the issue of whether the intractable power crisis is finally over just by mere coming to pass of the milestone event is one that Nigerians would have to wait to answer in the coming months. I do not think however that anyone should be in doubt as to the historic import of what happened. Aside heralding a new beginning for the sector, it also promises a new paradigm for doing business. Taken together with the foundation laid by the Power Sector Reform Act 2005 and the Power Sector Roadmap of August 2010, there is absolutely no longer any question about the stage being set for turning the power sector around. Perhaps, what is left is the debate on what the change of ownership portends in the short, near or even the long term; no longer at issue is the need to dismantle the inept, irredeemably corrupt and dysfunctional utility firm and its the antiquated business models and architecture.

    While we celebrate the overdue interment of the Power Holdings Company of Nigeria (PHCN) and its bundle of bad rubbish, I need to enter a caveat though that the development alone is neither the magic wand nor the cure-all pill that the sector requires to get out of the bind. What it does is offer a new basis, or, if you like, direction to salvage a sector that has been held down by the twin forces of monopoly and corruption.

    In any case, no one disagrees that a dime of public funds sunk into the old behemoth is anything but money down the drain. After nearly eight years of reform odyssey and a capital spend in excess of $16 billion from the public till, we may have, as ex-President Obasanjo once touted, earned ourselves a global record in power expenditure; we have also arrived at a point where it has since become an embarrassing understatement to state that the deliverables come far short on expectations.

    This is why the import of the tectonic shift in the power sector should not be understated. First, it means that those vanishing billions we hear at budget defence sessions can, at least theoretically, be put to other uses. It also means better prospects of investment and hence value delivery in the long run – something that most Nigerians would readily affirm as alien.

    Agreed, all of the above may not sufficiently address the question of what the future holds in store. First, I don’t that anyone should be mistaken about the changes as merely about substituting the tyranny and the crass inefficiency of the erstwhile government monopoly for the potentially exploitative antics of a compulsively-obsessive market operator. Both of course represent the different sides of the same coin of bad business practices that denies the consumer the value for his money’s worth.

    Going forward, the development must go with the understanding of what the requirements are under the transition period, and what is clearly a long journey to a liberalised power sector driven by the ethos of competition and fair market prices. The milestone at this stage needs to be understood for what it is: a transitional one. Parcelling the erstwhile behemoth among disparate players does not itself qualify for competition. Far from it; the suggestion that the development marks the dawn of competition smirks of a misuse of the word. The nation’s expectation of revamped, robust, efficient, cost-driven, and well-regulated electricity market is still a long way ahead.

    Finally, I must say that things can only get better; however, how well things turn out would largely depend on the role of the regulator – the Nigerian Electricity Regulatory Commission (NERC). For much of what is clearly an uncharted course, NERC has done admirably well at least in terms of setting out the ground rules for the players and also in generally keeping faith with the entire reform programme.

    But then, that is not nearly a fifth of the job NERC needs to undertake; or is it?

     

  • Only in Nigeria

    Only in Nigeria

    It had been a long day.

    The Lady of the Rock had just emerged from the Situation Room where officials had been summoned to brief her on the latest intelligence from Rivers State and the struggle for survival of its beleaguered governor, Chibuike Rotimi Amaechi.

    Earlier, senior representatives from the security and intelligence services had given her a detailed briefing, a battle plan actually, on her latest project: a national rally in Abuja to “sensitise” Nigerian women to the Federal Government’s epochal achievements in the areas of peace and women empowerment.

    She was about to settle down to a late afternoon snack of fresh-baked cassava bread and steaming fish pepper soup fortified with orisirisi when the AfDB’s searing report on the Nigerian economy bobbed up on the large television screen in the room that serves as her private study.

    “A-f-D-B.” She called out the letters slowly and deliberately, with more than a hint of disdain. “Wetin’ be dat one again?”

    “African Dèvèlopement Bank,” Your Excellency, one of six personal assistants waiting on her volunteered with a deep curtsey.

    “Dis world don spoil o, I swear. Yeye people. Wetin’ dem know about dèvèlopement?”

    Her Excellency had every right to be miffed. A month had scarcely passed since she was presented with the International Telecommunication Union’s Online Child Protection Award, in Geneva, Switzerland. Now, the ITU is one of world’s oldest international organisations, going back to 1869.

    That award recognising Nigeria’s leadership role in protecting children – the leaders of tomorrow — from the snares of cyberspace where anything goes was fundamentally an award honouring Nigeria’s commitment to development in the finest sense of the term.

    And yet, the so-called AfDB, an ordinary regional body funded in large part by Nigeria, has the temerity to issue an adverse report on the Nigerian economy and even contradict facts and figures that the responsible officials have painstakingly complied and dutifully checked?

    What, indeed, is the world coming to?

    Does the official who signed that contumacious report not know that Her Excellency could by a mere clearing of the throat get him deported, regardless of his diplomatic status? Or get the AfDB expelled from these shores? Or, for that matter, cause Nigeria to end its membership in the organisation and the financial support that constitutes such a large chunk of its operating funds?

    But on this day, she was exceedingly agreeable.

    The briefing on preparations for the National Rally for Peace and Women Empowerment, conducted by top officials from the National Security Agency and the armed services, had gone very well. The logistics had been worked out to the minutest detail. Nothing was being left to chance. All those who had been ranting that there were no clues at the top and no vision would be put to shame big-time.

    The rally, it has to be said at the outset, was a triumph of planning, organisation, and execution. Abuja is like a basket; it leaks at every point. Yet, the rally took even long-time residents of the town by surprise. They had no idea it was coming. Neither did Boko Haram.

    Withal, it must be accounted an astonishing feat that tens of thousands f women from all 36 states and the Federal Capital Territory were outfitted, flown or bused to Abuja and housed in suitable lodgings without disruption to air travel and inter-state road transportation, without straining the city’s resources, and without attracting undue attention from the usual interlopers.

    And when it was staged last Thursday, the rally was quite a spectacle. Abuja had never seen anything like that. As a matter of fact, no city in Nigeria has ever seen anything like it. The recent week-long siege on Port Harcourt did not even come close. Someone who follows such matters closely tells me that we would have to go back to Romania, in the time of Nicolae Ceausescu and his wife, Elena, to find a modern precedent.

    Thisday’s terse, summative headline captured it best: “Residents Groan as First Lady’s Rally Shuts down Abuja.” The city finally got a taste of what the Lady of the Rock had worked up in Lagos, Makurdi, Lokoja and Port Harcourt, to name just some of the cities she has favoured with a visitation.

    All approaches to the venue, Eagle Square, were blocked to vehicular traffic. Hundreds of residents heading to the adjacent Federal Secretariat to resume work were reduced to sulking in impotent rage in their cars, immobilised, according to one account, by “stern-looking and gun-toting” men who had descended on the venue before dawn.

    Hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of empowered women clad in dresses bearing a portrait of President Goodluck Jonathan in black on a yellow background marched in close military formation to express gratitude to the man who had changed their fortunes, not forgetting the woman – I take that back: the Lady — behind him.

    Women in the armed services were not left out. Decked out in their official uniforms, women soldiers and police officers imparted to the march past the military precision their civilian sisters could not muster. You could see gratitude for their empowerment and a deep yearning for peace written not only on their faces but across their well-starched uniforms.

    So as not to be left out of the great occasion, women security operatives shed, at least in part, their accustomed anonymity. They wore tight black masks that covered just about the entire face except their eyes, nostrils, and mouths. In itself, that spectacle bespoke awesome power. It is frightening to think of what it would convey when the operatives are empowered all over again.

    Easily the most awesome demonstration of power on that day of power, however, was taking place in the skies above the parade ground, where a squadron of fighter jets streaked overhead, with orders to interdict, neutralise, or destroy any would-be saboteurs. Boko Haram finally got the message. It could pre-empt the National Day parade, but it cannot mess with the First Lady’s Rally for Peace and Empowerment.

    Meanwhile, on the ground, The First Lady looked on serenely from a covered stand and beamed with benevolent satisfaction as the empowered women in their tens of thousands marched past. First ladies from several African countries invited to the rally watched in awe and envy.

    I am told that a debate is now raging in the usual circles as to whether the terms “First Lady” and “Firstladyism” adequately depict the current Nigerian reality, and whether it would not be much more helpful to replace them, respectively, with “Maximum First Lady” and “Extreme Firstladyism.”

    The debate makes sense, especially after it was made clear the other day that the Office of the President is inseparable from the Office of the First Lady. Or do I have it backwards, with the Office of First Lady being inseparable from the Office of the President?

    In whatever case, the word from that corner is: You ain’t seen nothing yet.