Category: Saturday Magazine

  • Flora forever (4)

    The trip to Ghana was supposed to last for a week but due to an unforeseen situation, we had to stay an extra one week. The organization had a guest house in one of the housing estates in Accra and that’s where Flora and I stayed. We were very busy most days as we had to visit several locations where my outfit had ongoing projects in some suburbs of the city like Osu and Jamestown and even some communities many miles from the city.

    Then a few days before our return home and with most of the work done, I took some time off so Flora could do some sight seeing as it was her first visit to the country. She had worked really hard and I believed she deserved a treat.

    We visited several tourists sites including the popular Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum. A wedding reception was taking place in the spacious garden of the centre when we arrived. Inside the mausoleum, we stood silently surveying the final resting place of the late Ghanaian leader. Close by was the grave of his Egyptian wife who the guide informed us had directed her children to bury her close to her husband after her death.

    “Her body was brought from Egypt and buried here according to her wish,” the guide explained.

    “Their love must have been really strong that even death could not separate them,” Flora commented as we went outside towards the fountain…

    The following day Ronnie Blankson, a very good Ghanaian friend of mine called to invite me to join a group of friends that were visiting a beach resort on the outskirts of the city that weekend.

    “I won’t take no for an answer. Most times you come to Accra, do your work and run back to that mad Lagos city of yours. You need to take a break, man,” he stated.

    “Alright,” I conceded, not in the mood to argue with him.

    “I’ll come and pick you at around 10 a.m,” he said. “And Bari,” he added. “Make sure you come with that sexy secretary of yours. I want to see her again.”

    “What for? And she’s my P.A, by the way,” I corrected him. He had met Flora the couple of times he had come to visit me at the guest house.

    “I like her and I want to be close to her,” he stated.

    To a chronic womanizer like Ronnie, that meant one thing.

    “No way, dude! She’s my staff, that makes her off-limits to you. Look elsewhere for your fun and games,” I stated firmly. Whenever, he saw a beautiful lady that he liked, Ronnie, who at 33 was the same age as me, often behaved like an excited child in a toy shop instead of a grown man.

    “Thank God, you said staff and not your wife. So, why are you fencing me off? Or are you interested in her? Are you two…?” he said before I cut him off.

    “Nothing of the sort. It’s just that, that girl has been through a lot and I don’t want her to be hurt again,” I explained.

    “Who’s going to hurt her? Not me! Infact, I think she will enjoy what I have in mind for her,” he stated with a chuckle.

    “Ronnie! You will never change!” I stated in an admonishing tone.

    “You know me now! Alright. I get the message-no messing around with your precious P.A. Just come with her, though. I will just chat with her, be on my best behaviour…” he vowed.

    I laughed and hung up.

    Ronnie’s friends were already there when we arrived at the resort that Saturday. It was built close to the oceanfront with a beach nearby. It was a popular spot for holiday makers, weekend revellers and foreign tourists. Several of these were already at the beach when we got there.

    “Aren’t you joining us in the water?” Ronnie asked Flora who had gone to sit under a canopy with the girlfriend of a guy in our group.

    “No. I didn’t come with a swimming suit,” she stated.

    “That shouldn’t be a problem. I can always go back to town and get one for you,” he offered.

    “Thanks for the offer. But I’m fine. I will just sit here with Efua and watch you guys have fun,” she stated.

    “Ah, you’ll miss a lot. Let me…” said Ronnie.

    “She said she’s ok so let’s go,” I said, taking his hand and dragging him towards the sea.

    “Hey, man! Take it easy! Na which kind bad belle be this as you people love to say in Nigeria…” Ronnie protested, as we left. Later, we played a game of beach volleyball which was keenly watched by a large number of the resort guests.

    After lunch, we sat at the open-air bar under some coconut trees to drink and chat. Flora and the other ladies in our group had gone to the gift shop at the resort to ‘browse’ the items as Efua had put it.

    “Women and shopping! They never miss an opportunity to buy stuff,” said Ronnie, taking a sip of his cold drink.

    “And we always end up picking up the bills!” George, who was Efua’s boyfriend, grumbled.

    We all laughed.

    Moonlight rendezvous

    “Hope you are having fun,” I said to Flora later that evening. We were taking a stroll on the beach after watching a live band that performed at the resort regularly. Ronnie and the others were still there dancing and grooving.

    “Yes,” Flora replied as we walked along the nearly deserted beach. “I love this place. It’s beautiful. And it has such a soothing, calming effect on the mind,” she added.

    She was right. The soft sea breeze which gently rustled the coconut trees, the moonlight and the sound of the waves of the sea lapping at the shore, created an ambience that could soothe the most troubled soul.

    “It’s magical!” she exclaimed, spreading her arms wide. I took a peek at her, noting how the soft moonlight playing on her face, added an extra glow to her radiant looks.

    “Oh!” she said suddenly, looking downwards.

    “What is it?”

    “It’s like one of my bangles fell,” she said.

    “I’ll look for it,” I said, bending down to search for the ornament. She did the same too and we ended up colliding into each other, “Oh! Sorry!” she said, laughing as she tried to get up.

    But I held her hand to stop her and drew her to me. I caressed her face as my lips slowly searched for hers. I kissed her and for a while, she was unresponsive. Then she sighed and kissed me back, holding me tightly in her arms. Her soft body, the sweet scent of her, got to my senses and I kissed her like a thirsty man who had finally found water on a hot day.

    I unbuttoned her blouse as my lips trailed down her neck towards her bosom. As my fingers reached inside her blouse, my mobile phone which was in my pocket, rang. I ignored it at first but it kept ringing incessantly and it broke the spell.

    It was Ronnie, asking where we were, that he wanted to dance with Flora…

    A few days later, we returned to Nigeria. Life went on as usual but things were no longer the same. Before we left Accra, I had apologized to Flora about the incident on the beach, blaming it on the booze I had taken. She was quite understanding about it.

    “It’s not your fault. The ambience in that place is enough to turn any one’s head,” she stated quietly.

    Deep in my heart though, I knew that was not the case. My actions that day had nothing to do with that. She was the problem. It was clear to me now that I was in love with her and after that night on the beach, I just could not get her out of my mind or head. Remembering the sensation of holding her in my arms made me realize that that was where I wanted her to be now and forever. By my side. In other words, I wanted her for keeps.

    And there lay my dilemma. For by this time, I had already got engaged to Nikki and we were already planning our wedding. But how could I marry one woman while in love with another?

    “Dude, you have a serious problem,” my friend, Abel said bluntly, after I had discussed the matter with him.

    “But one thing is clear. You can’t go ahead with this wedding,” he stated.

    He explained that since marriage was a serious affair, it was foolish to jump into it. “Doing so when you are unsure, can make you jump out again quickly and end up divorced. But let me give you a tip that will help you decide. Which of these women fills your heart with joy at the mere sight of her? Whoever it is, should be your choice.”

    I took his advice and my heart chose Flora. As a result, I intend meeting Nikki soon to call off the wedding. I know she will be hurt but I can no longer deceive myself. Much as I care about her, it’s Flora that I’m in love with. The woman I want to be with always. I don’t know yet what she feels for me but from her reaction to my caresses that night on the beach, it was obvious she liked me.

    I know my family might not be too happy with my decision to call off the wedding or my choice of Flora for that matter. They might have objections to her being a divorcee with two children. But she’s my choice, the one after my heart. For me, it’s Flora forever.

    And since I don’t care about her past, I don’t think it’s anyone’s business to do so. Or what do you think? I will like readers’ views on this.

    Concluded

    Names have been changed to protect the narrator’s identity.

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  • Keeping your teenagers pure (3)

    Dear Reader.

    You are welcome to another exciting edition. This week, we shall be re-emphasizing again on, Reasons for keeping teenager pure. As you open up your heart to God’s Words concerning your teenagers, I see God opening your eyes to see and to know what to do to keep, and to direct them in God’s ways.

    There are basic truths about child training, which when you embrace and practise, will enable you to raise godly children. These basic truths form the foundation of child raising; as you know, the foundation of a building is its most important part (Psalm 11:3).

    Let’s take a look at these key points.

    God owns your children

    One of such truths is, knowing that your children in actual sense do not belong to you, but to God. He has simply put them in your charge and made you their caretaker.

    The only way to preserve the coming generation is to train the children today. We must understand that the little ones of today are the giants of the Christian faith tomorrow; they will constitute the church of Jesus tomorrow. Thus, if the present move of God must be sustained and increase, then parents must be awake to the call of God to raise godly children. The future of the church depends, to a large extent, on what we do with our children today. Psalm 11:3 says: If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

    This means if you lay a solid foundation for your children in the Word of God today, then there will be co vacuum tomorrow. Now that your children can be shaped and moulded, shape them and mould them according to God’s standard.

    It is a commandment

    Another fundamental truth that you must understand about child training is, it is a commandment from God. A commandment is a law or an order. So, in case you previously thought child raising is an advice, a suggestion or a thing you do at your convenience, understand this: child training is a commandment! It is a must for you! It’s a commandment from God, not from man.

    Remember, however, that God’s commandments are not grievous. My husband says, “His commandments are not to grieve you, but to groom you!”

    A refusal to train your children in God’s fear is absolute disobedience to God’s commandment.

    It requires deligence

    God specifically instructed Israel to mind the words of His command and pass them down to their children with all diligence. So, child training is no small responsibility, it must be done carefully and purposefully. Note that successful farmers do not scatter their seeds on the highway as they travel. No! They acquire a piece of fertile soil and sow diligently and deliberately, expecting a bountiful return.

    Children spend a greater percentage of their time at home with their parents. So, Christian parents need to sit down and teach their children the scriptures.

    It is a seed

    Successful farmers pay close attention to the quality of seeds they sow, particularly as they want to make good profits from the harvest. Child training God’s way is a seed with promises of great reward.

    Understanding this dimension of child training enables you go about it as a labour with profit. Genesis 8:22 says: While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.

    There is profit in sowing the seed of a sound Christian upbringing in your children. Personally, there were certain positive instructions that were sown as seeds in my life as a little girl, that I will forever be grateful to my parents for. I didn’t enjoy the rigour of the training then, but now I have good fruit to show for their labour of love.

    If you sow the seed of good child training today, you will reap the fruit of peace, joy and fulfilment tomorrow.

    To keep your children and teenager in God’s ways and directions, you need to be in a good relationship with God. You to accept Him as your Lord and Saviour. Are you born again? If not, Please say this prayer of faith: Dear Lord, I come to You today. I am a sinner. Forgive me my sins.  Cleanse me with Your precious Blood. I accept You as my Lord and Saviour.  Now I know I am born again!

    Congratulations! Until I come your way next week, please call or write, and share your testimonies with me through: E-mail: faithdavid@yahoo.com; Tel. No: 234-1-7747546-8, 07026385437, 07094254102

    For more insight, these books authored by Pastor Faith Oyedepo are available at the Dominion Bookstores in all Living Faith Churches and other leading Christian Bookstores: Single With A Difference and A Living Witness

  • Football obsession and ennui in the land (2)

    Ennui has thus become the most common ‘affliction’ in the

    land, affecting millions irrespective of social status. Keen observers of the nation’s affairs in the past couple of decades or so, should have seen this state of affairs coming. For afterall, there’s so much battering the human body and soul can take before it reaches breaking point.

    So, many citizens, traumatized by years of bad, irresponsible governance, the obscene greed of the ruling class and the gradual killing of their dreams for a decent society, have finally ‘switched off,’ become disinterested in the country’s affairs. Football and other obsessions have thus, become one of the means of anaesthesising the mind against the pain of watching a once promising country reduced to a beggarly state.

    But there’s danger in this attitude for an indifferent followership, is equally as bad as poor, incompetent leadership. Citizen participation is vital in a modern democracy if not for anything, but to keep the politicians and elected leaders on their toes. This can’t happen with a siddon look, ‘not my problem’ mentality especially among the elites, the professional class and others better informed and educated than the average Joe on the street who should know better. The harsh truth is that it’s everybody’s problem. Since providence has put us in this space called Nigeria, it behoves everyone to do their bit for the fatherland.

    But how can we do that when so many citizens have become so unconcerned about the country? “Let me face my own life. Nigeria’s problem isn’t my business,” you might say.

    Ok, so you focus exclusively on your personal affairs but you have to practically struggle to do everything for yourself. You struggle to build a nice house to stay with your family. But what about the amenities essential for making your home comfortable? Virtually none exists. The road on your street looks more like a village footpath than a city street and electricity is epileptic so you generate your own power supply with a generating set.

    The same applies to other utilities like water (which you have to provide for yourself via a borehole), security, health care, transportation… Nearly everything in this country is through self-help. Thus, most of us have become our own local government councils. So, what are the real councils (and other arms of government), that are constitutionally mandated to provide these amenities for the people doing?

    That is the million Naira question we all should be asking. And the reason why it’s wrong and even irresponsible to be apathetic or indifferent to the evil things happening in the country. The business of developing a nation is a serious one. It’s not something to be left to the politicians alone who most of the time don’t have a clue about what to do and whose actions are mostly self-serving.

    It’s not just in Nigeria that people have this suspicious attitude towards politicians; it’s a worldwide phenomenon. The only difference is that, in more advanced democracies, the followership, knowing that politicians cannot be trusted, do things to keep checks on them, so they don’t deviate from the right track.

    That is the culture we need to imbibe here. Active participation in the polity is essential because this country is our birthright and we can’t just stand helplessly by and watch a tiny minority steal our inheritance. By this, I’m not talking about contesting elections for political positions alone. There are other ways to be actively involved.

    If there are essential social services lacking in your community (and I’m sure there are many), draw the authorities attention to this through petitions and other means. You may likely not get any response immediately. But don’t be discouraged, remain steadfast and even mobilize others in your community to the cause. Join protests, demonstrations and other legitimate means of civil disobedience.

    That is the only way positive change can come. And not through the indifference or inertia of a citizenry who have immersed themselves in football and other distractions, unconcerned that their country is gradually falling apart.

    The consequences of staying indifferent at this crucial period in our country’s history is too deadly to contemplate. It was due to the silence and inertia of the Germans for instance, during the second World War and even the years preceding it that led to the death of millions of Jews at the hands of that maniac Adolf Hitler. We pray that will not be our portion.

    Concluded

  • We saw hell wrestling power from PDP- Osun commissioner, ACN scribe, others

    We saw hell wrestling power from PDP- Osun commissioner, ACN scribe, others

    The period between 2005 and 2007 is one that opposition groups and supporters of the Action Congress of Nigeria (ACN) in Osun State, particularly the political associates of Governor Rauf Aregbesola, will not forget in a hurry. It was a time that many of them suffered harsh treatment in the hands of the ruling People’s Democratic Party (PDP), led by the then Governor Olagunsoye Oyinlola. For acting according to their conscience, members of the opposition parties, particularly those of the ACN, were rewarded with holidays in prison custody. For opposition groups, the environment was far from being clement; a situation that forced the lucky ones among them to flee the state for refuge elsewhere. And those who were not so lucky were consumed by the political crises that engulfed the state. Majority of the victims of the political upheaval have put the experiences behind them, but they have not forgotten the period described by some of them as the years of the locust. Some of the actors who claimed to have seen hell before a ruling by the Appeal Court nullified Oyinlola’s election as the governor of the state relive their experiences to GBENGA ADERANTI, as Governor Aregbesola marks the second anniversary of his administration.

    The Owonikoko family

    The story of the Owonikoko family is as shocking as it is interesting. For them, the period between 2005 and 2010 was a trying one. How else would they describe a situation where three members of the family were clamped into detention at the same time?

    One of them, Quadri, was remanded in prison for several years over an offence he insists he knew nothing about. His brother was also convicted of murder and he was awaiting the hangman’s noose before he was set free.

    An elderly member of the family, 71-year-old Suleiman Owoniko, was arrested a day after the April 14, 2007 governorship election in Osun State. According to him, he was arrested at about 1: 45 am and was taken to the police station. “There, I was tortured on a daily basis. The police were beating me with hot machete on a daily basis for 10 days before they sent me to Ilesha Prison. After spending 11 days in prison, I was set free,” he recalled.

    Suleiman was rearrested on November 11, 2009. This time, he was accused of killing somebody and was again remanded at Ilesha Prison.

    He said: “I spent three years, three months and nine days there. I was there when my mother died. I did not hear about my mother’s death until nine months after.

    “I fell sick. I was operated upon, yet I was not allowed any bail. I was at the General Hospital, Ilesha for four months and 14 days without being granted bail. But later, I was discharged and acquitted.”

    Today, Suleiman still bears the scar of the doctor’s knife on his stomach. But he is full of praises for Ogbeni Rauf Aregbesla who footed the bill for his treatment.

    Recalling how his son, Ahmed, was sentenced to death, he said: “I begged them to let me take his place but they would not listen.” The aged man said life has not been the same for him again because the power that be in Osun State between 2005 and 2007 ruined him. He said his businesses were crippled as a result of long term detention and the physical damages he suffered.

    Showing our correspondent the remnants of broken chairs which formed part of his rental business and the carcasses of his grinding machine that were left of his business, he said: “As at today, I am yet to recover. The thugs that invaded my house destroyed everything.”

    If Quadri had known the fate that awaited his family, he probably would have faced his cocoa business instead of dabbling into the murky waters of politics. But his resolve to serve his Oba Oke community in Olorunda Local Government Area as a councillor pushed him into politics.

    His problem started when the PDP took over the reins of government in Osun in 2003. He was the only candidate in his local government elected on the platform of the Alliance for Democracy (AD) after the 2003 election. According to him, his colleagues in the PDP chose not to have anything to do with him.

    His problem started when the PDP discovered that he had pitched his tent with Aregbesola in the ACN, which was then considered as the party’s arch rival.

    He said: “I saw hell from 2004 when the PDP took over the reins of power in Osun. In July 2004, my house was torched by PDP thugs. The house was completely burnt down.”

    Quadri was also one of the people manhandled during the 2005 Oroki Day celebration in Osogbo. In the melee that occurred during the event, Quadri was stripped naked by thugs believed to be loyal to the PDP.

    And after the 2007 governorship election in the state, events took a turn for the worse for Qaudri. He was declared wanted by the police. With his party winning the governorship election, thugs of the then PDP connived with security agents to invade his house.

    He said: “On April 17, I heard it on the radio that I was one of the people declared wanted by the police. By 2 am, a policeman led a team of Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS) to my house. I scaled through the fence and walked a long distance to another town before I went to Lagos.”

    Since he was convinced that he did not commit any crime, he later returned to Osogbo and surrendered himself to the police alongside other ACN members like Alhaji Moshood Adeoti, who was the chairman of the party and now Secretary to the State Government; Prince Gboyega Famodun who is the current Secretary of the party; the late Hon. Biyi Adedotun and Alhaji Suleiman Aderemi.

    Unfortunately, they were remanded in prison.

    He said: “In my own case, the witness that police brought said I inflicted injuries on him on April 21, whereas I was nowhere near Osogbo on the said date. I left Osun State on April 17. I challenged the police to show me where I had inflicted bodily harm to their witness. Rather than listening to me, they detained us. In the morning, we were taken to the Magistrate’s Court. From there, we were remanded in Ilesha Prisons where we spent a week before we were sent to the Ife Prisons where we spent another 49 days before we were granted bail. The first three days we got to prison, none of us could sleep because the spirit of prison is something I can’t describe.”

    Although he was freed, he was later rearrested and he spent about three years in prison before Aregbesola came to his rescue.

    Besides the psychological trauma he went through, he said he lost money too. The house he rebuilt but was torched the second time by the PDP thugs remains in ruins. His cocoa store was destroyed and the thugs made away with N1.1 million worth of coacoa seeds. This was besides the two scales they damaged while his store was raided.

    “Since then I have not been able to rebuild the store and the house,” Quadri said.

    Ahmed has every cause to thank God. He had been sentenced to death but escaped the hangman by a whisker. Fully dressed in a Muslim outfit on a Monday morning, he cut the image of a man that would not hurt a fly. But for providence, he would have been killed for a crime he said he knew nothing about.

    He said: “It was on April 15 that SARS men invaded our house at Oba Oke. I was arrested and detained for three days in their office. They said I burnt somebody’s house in Osogbo. But when they could not pin anything on me, I was released. But that was not until they had made me to suffer.”

    If Ahmed had thought that was the end of the case, he was mistaken. On November 10, 2007, persons suspected to be PDP thugs allegedly invaded his shop, beat him up and arrested him alongside his father. He was accused of murder and they were remanded in prison. Ahmed was eventually convicted of murder. It was in the process of waiting for the hangman that he regained his freedom. He spent four years in prison.

    Recalling his prison experience, he said: “The situation in the prison yard was hellish. There was a thing we called ‘bound over’ or ‘no talking tone’. If you are sentenced to no talking tone, you weren’t allowed to talk or be talked to. It is only people that God really loves that go to prison and come back alive and are still useful to themselves and the society.”

    Ahmed said he knew from the time his case started that his travails would not consume him because he had shut his mind against his problems. “When I was sentenced to death, I said I was embarking on a journey and I would still return home. I did not kill anybody. I knew I was not going to die but live. The first thing I did was to shut my mind out of the good things of life and my wife, my children and material things that I possessed. I knew that if I had to think about those things I could die suddenly.”

    Ahmed is not happy that many who benefitted directly from their travails have looked the other way. “If not for the governor (Aregbesola), things would have been too tough for the family,” he said.

    Sunday Akere, Commissioner for Information

    Sunday Akere was the Director of Information and Strategy of the ACN between 2004 and 2011. Among the ACN chieftains, he would qualify as the most loathed by the PDP. A fearless man, Akere, who would most likely have been a gladiator in the old Roman Empire, was a thorn in the flesh of the PDP during the early days of the struggle to reclaim Aregbesola’s mandate.

    He was in charge of most of the articles and stories the ACN published in the media. For every move made by the ruling party, he had a counter-move, and he did this effectively. He was famous for saying things that hit the opponents where it hurt most.

    Several times, he was fortunate to escape from the claws of security agents and those who planned to ‘take care’ of him. He would have been arrested and detained long before the October 17 episode, but he was always lucky to have his ears close to the ground, especially in the camp of the then ruling party_.

    Right from the time that INEC declared that the ACN had lost the election, Akere knew there could be trouble for the ACN leaders. His fear was confirmed earlier than he had thought.

    He said: “I was in my house when the journalists that were covering the Magistrate’s Court called me and said the Magistrate had just declared me wanted and that I should be arrested anywhere they saw me. I did not take anything from my house that day. I could not drive into town again, so the only thing I did was to get two or three pieces of clothes and left the town.”

    For the about three and a half months that this lasted, Akere became a persona non grata in his homeland, and could not walk the streets of the state as a free man.

    “On the day I was to be arrested, as I was driving, I saw a Peugeot Boxer car coming behind me. The night before, I learnt that they arrested one of our leaders. I told my brother who was sitting beside me that the bus belonged to the police and I was sure they were coming for me. As I accelerated, they did the same thing. I slowed down and they did the same thing. And suddenly, four of them came down fully armed. They said I was under arrest. It was Sunday, September 17, 2008. I said they could not take me away unless I saw an arrest warrant. The man showed me the folder he was holding and brought out the arrest warrant that was signed by a Magistrate.” To his surprise, the warrant had been signed five months before the day he was arrested.

    As he was being taken away, he was not sure of what was going to happen. They all wore bullet-proof jackets and were carrying AK 47 guns. It was a harrowing experience. “Unfortunately, the day I was arrested, I was wearing a pair of shorts. And in detention, it was extremely cold. So, I had nothing to cover myself. I just squatted until morning. The detention room was full of faeces and smelled badly. I was put in the midst of the people that had been tortured by the police and were nursing their wounds.”

    It was a success of sorts for the special force because Akere was a big catch. Not minding his big frame, he was put in an overcrowded cell where sitting down or standing up was a luxury. At that point, for the first time since the struggle, Akere thought he might not survive. “Within minutes, they opened the detention camp where they were keeping hardened criminals and dropped me there. The following day, around 2 pm, the other leaders and I were arraigned. The Magistrate said a formal application for bail should be made. He said pending when the bail would be perfected, we should be remanded at Ile Ife Prisons.”

    But whatever hope Akere and his lawyer shared about his bail soon came to naught when they realised that the Magistrate had changed his earlier stance and refused to grant Akere and his co-accused persons bail. After the formal application had been perfected, there came another shocker for Akere.

    “The Magistrate said he had no formal jurisdiction, and that we should be remanded. Two weeks after they remanded us, we decided that our lawyer should go to the high court to fight for the enforcement of our human rights and he went.”

    It was a harrowing experience for Akere and his partners in prison. He said from the way they were being treated in detention, it was obvious that they wanted him dead. He said overtures were made to a fellow leader who was arrested with him to be released on bail while leaving Akere in the detention. Rather than consenting to what could be described as an easy way out, the man, according to Akere, insisted that the two of them were brought in together and would leave together.

    “They transferred the doctor at the clinic because he recommended that they should give us bail.

    “After four weeks, the High Court granted bail to the two of us, but with different conditions. While my partner was granted immediate bail, they said a public office holder, preferably a member of the House of Assembly, must sign my bail bond. Unfortunately, all the members of the House of Assembly then were on vacation in the US.

    “___You needed to be at the prison that day; it was an emotional thing when my partner insisted that he would not leave the prison; that he would prefer to stay with me. “Everybody was crying. I said it was just for seven days and that we have people who do all- round fasting for 21 or 41 days. I decided not to take any food from anybody except my blood relations for those seven days. But to the glory of God, it was an experience.”

    Gboyega Famodun, ACN scribe

    Soft-spoken Gboyega Famodun is the Secretary of the Action Congress of Nigeria in Osun State. He is a prince with the mien of a reverend gentleman. But his gentility is akin to that of a tiger, which is said to be no indication of timidity. He _ has the gift of displaying candour in the face of threat and oppression. And like Oyeduntan, he is not easily intimidated.

    Famodun was one of the arrowheads of the party when it started, which soon began to attract serious and deep-seated concern from the ruling party. “When we were eventually permitted to hold gatherings and rallies, they were done with fear. Most of the time, we were attacked,” he said while stating the plight of the ACN.

    As a way of intimidating the leaders of the ACN, they were declared wanted by the police, who claimed that they instigated the protest that followed the announcement of the results of the governorship election.

    This singular act forced the majority of the leaders of the ACN out of the town for three and a half years. Matters got to a head when 14 of the ACN leaders were declared wanted by the police.

    “I could recall one nasty incident. One day, after I had left home, about 20 policemen converged here looking for me. They came in the middle of the night, and when they did not see me, they returned very early in the morning. A lot of leaders and people died as a result of all these happenings. So, for three and a half years, one could recall some events and some others we couldn’t because the momentum was so high that about three times, we were put in prison for frivolous charges.

    “They used all the tricks in the books to get the leaders of ACN behind bars. The most ridiculous of all the charges was the issue of the explosion at the Osun State Secretariat, which was blamed on the ACN leaders. They were charged with attempted murder, arson, and when they were eventually detained, “the experiences were not too good,” Famodun said.

    He continued: “The situation looked like a script from the children television cartoon series, Tom and Jerry. They used other sinister and covert means to monitor the activities of the ACN leaders. For instance, the telephone lines of most of the leaders were bugged. But unknown to the PDP, the ACN leaders knew that their telephones were no longer safe to discuss strategies. We had to employ another strategy.”

    Famodun said the night before his house was invaded, he had received a warning from the most unlikely quarters. A stranger, who knew the details of the invasion plot called and asked him to run, warning him of the dire consequences of his failure to heed the advice.

    Fatai Oyedele, ACN chieftain

    Alhaji Fatai Oyedele aka Diekola was arrested at the wrong time. The two-time chairman of Osogbo Local Government was battling serious health problems when he was arrested. He was a chieftain of the PDP before he moved to the ACN.

    He said: “When I met Aregbesola in 2005, I told him that it was not going to be easy for us. They were ready for battle the moment they realised that I had pitched my tent with the ACN.

    “It was a long process. There were intimidations before the election. Even I had a meeting with Oyinlola a week to the election. I said: ‘Look, I don’t look back.’ As far as I was concerned, we were going to meet at the April 14 election.”

    He left for Lagos after he had made sure that his party won in his constituency. This angered the government and he was declared wanted. Because they were unable to arrest Diekola, his father was picked up. The old man was in detention for three weeks.

    Diekola was hauled into prison the day after he surrendered himself to the police. He was there for two weeks. “But they were very cautious because at that time, my health condition was bad. I told them that if I died there, their government was finished because I believed that my people would not allow that to go in vain.” He was later released.

    Israel Oyagbile, an activist

    Sixty-year-old pharmacist human rights activist, Israel Oyagbile, is excited that he is alive to tell the story of the trying times in Osun State. Oyagbile said it was a bad period for human rights activists, as they were molested not only by the government but security agencies too.

    “They molested us. Twenty four of us were arrested. We spent five days in police cell before they decided to take us to court,” he recalled.

    He said at a time, 24 of members of the human rights community in the state were clamped into Ilesha Prisons for participating in a protest against the government. He recalled that after they were released the first time, they became regular visitors to the prison yards in the state.

    “They were sending us to prison whenever there was going to be judgment at the tribunal, thinking that we would make trouble. Each time there was going to be judgment, they would cancel our bail and send us to prison,” he said

    Some of them would not forget in a hurry how they missed their examinations and the risks they had to take to attend court sessions in Osogbo from their hideouts in Lagos and other parts of the country. “But the spirit was there,” Oyagbile said with excitement.

    Sunday Laoye, deputy governor’s brother

    Sunday Laoye is the elder brother of the Osun State deputy governor, Titi Laoye-Tomori. The Gestapo invasion of his home at about 3.30 am on Tuesday, April 15, 2008 over the June 14, 2007 bomb blast at the Osun State Government Secretariat irked his friends and foes. Many were shocked that the old man could be linked to a bomb explosion at the Governor’s Office.

    On the day he was arrested, the 10 armed policemen who invaded his house in the early hours of the day didn’t disclose their identities or where they were taking him to. Those who were conversant with the political chess game that was playing out in Osun were not surprised because they saw it coming. He was a big factor as far as Osun politics was concerned.

    Laoye, a kingmaker of sorts in Osun State, had been a big loss to the PDP. His Renaissance Front was a force to reckon with in Osun. At the risk of being tagged boastful, he is not afraid to flaunt his influence.

    Recalling his travails, he said: “I was picked up by the police. They wanted me to implicate my good friend, my leader, the governor of Osun State, Ogbeni Rauf Aregbesola, but I refused to do so. They took my statement away.

    “The following day, they sat me down. I was surrounded by three AK-43 guns, during interrogation.”

    After 33 days as a guest of SARS, he was taken back to the Magistrate’s Court. From there, he was sent to Ife Prisons. At Ife Prisons where he spent another 30 days, the experience changed. He was to share a cell with 32 other inmates in Cell B, Awaiting Trial Male (ATM).

    Having stayed with prison inmates for more than 30 days, he had become accustomed to prison life. So, when it was time to go, it became a problem of sorts. Although it was not the first time he would be detained, this time around, he had developed emotional attachment to the inmates. It became very difficult for him to leave the prison yard. It took some scolding from his wife to summon the courage to leave the prison yard.

    Recalling the experience, he said, “I was almost weeping. There was this emotional attachment.” In fact, he still has not forgiven himself that he did not say goodbye to the people that ‘accommodated’ him for more than 30 days in Ife Prisons.

    Gbenga Fayemiwo, Aregbe’s ex-media aide

    Fayemiwo knew the near-death implication of his actions when he decided to team up with the Aregbesola group to confront the opposition. As Aregbesola’s spokesperson during the turbulent times, the opposition gave him close monitoring.

    He said: “I was in my house on a certain night in 2006 when I received a strange telephone call. The person just called me, saying, ‘Gbenga, where are you?’ and I said I was in my house. Then he asked, ‘What are you doing?’ I said I was trying to sleep. He then said, ‘Leave that house now with your wife and children.’ Strangely, he hung up.”

    Shortly after the call, memories of what Aregbesola told the party members at the beginning of the struggle started flushing back. He did not need a seer to tell him that the brief encounter with a stranger, if not addressed, could spell doom. He knew he was in big trouble. Consequently, he became a nomad, moving from one place to another at the shortest notice.

    After surviving the first attempt on his life and those of his family, he started playing hide-and-seek with his assailants. But he was arrested while reporting a case to the police.

    According to him, “We got to the police headquarters in Osogbo so that I could report an incident I considered a crime. I thought I had a right to protect the law as a citizen. But immediately a police chief saw me, he ordered my arrest. I was taken back to Ibokun for detention.”

    All efforts to explain his actions to the police chief fell on deaf ears. At Ibokun, the accuser became the accused. “My ordeal started from there. They ordered me to write a statement. I wrote a statement and I was transferred to the state’s CID, where the case was being investigated. Consequently, the accused person that we brought now turned to be a witness against me.”

    He was later left off the hook. He had a long spell of freedom before he was arrested and detained again in 2009.

    Layi Oyeduntan, former commissioner

    Those who know Layi Oyeduntan, a former health commissioner and local government chairman in Osun State, would tell you that he does not brook nonsense. A devout Muslim, Oyeduntan has been described by close associates as having the spine of steel.

    Unfortunately for Oyeduntan, he also became a target. And it was an open secret that he was Aregbesola’s friend.

    He said: “There were assassination attempts, threats and, of course, all kinds of harassment. This continued until we won the nomination of the party and then it became full blown. During the campaign for the governorship, we were attacked with guns and cutlasses.

    “We experienced all manner of harassments to the extent that at the Oroki Day 2006 celebration, our candidate, Aregbesola, was virtually manhandled and prevented from honouring my invitation to the festival.”

    Knowing that coming to the PDP would weaken the opposition, entreaties were made to him to defect. But rather than do so, he acted his conscience and stayed put in the ACN. Unfortunately, the bubble burst on the evening of October 18, 2008 when at about 8 pm, some men invaded his house.

    “They came to my house early evening, around 7:30 pm and with blazing guns. They shot their way into my premises, killed my guard dog and put the residents under severe and terrible intimidation at gun point. Fortunately for me, they were unable to get into the house.”

    It was in the heat of the invasion that he called his friend, the then governor, Prince Oyinlola, for assistance. Although Oyinlola was then outside the country, he promised to help.

    “By the way, Oyinlola is a friend, and he is still a friend. I had known him even before Osun; we played golf together. He is a friend of quite a large number of people. I refused to join the PDP.

    “At that time, I thought I was being attacked by armed robbers. I made calls to several people, including the Commissioner of Police. A lot of people from outside the state started making calls, seeking to know what was going on and whether to mobilise the police to my side.”

    He was shocked when he discovered later that the intruders were working in tandem with the police. “The police told me they knew they were arresting me. There were witnesses to the assault. I was never invited by the police. There was no warrant of arrest.”

    With the gunmen gaining access into his compound and his guard dog killed, it was still impossible to arrest him. The steel doors of his house were too much of a task for the them to break down. As this was going on, the ‘drama’ was being reported on TVC.

    “When they were frustrated and some neighbours came out and it was impossible for them to continue the dastardly act anymore, I surrendered and was taken away from the house.

    “From about 9 pm to10 pm, they could not determine what to do with me. It was around 3 am that they decided to charge me with throwing bombs.

    “It was so strange. I was told to write a statement on the bomb explosion that occurred at the Secretariat, and I kept asking, ‘Which bomb? What bomb in Osogbo?

    “They asked me to write a statement on bombs. I was never a soldier, and I couldn’t imagine bomb. I became frustrated and refused to write any statement. I spent two days in detention before I was sent to jail. We were remanded in the prison, where we spent 33 days.’’_

     

  • ‘National Assembly not competent to amend constitution’

    ‘National Assembly not competent to amend constitution’

    Chief Albert K. Horsfall is an administrator, author and politician. He was a Director-General of the State Security Service (SSS) and ex-Chairman of the defunct Oil Mineral Producing Areas Development Commission (OMPADEC). In this interview with Assistant Editor, LINUS OBOGO, he criticises the involvement of the National Assembly in the ongoing constitution review, arguing that it exposes the lawmakers to the temptation of tampering with the organic law of the land to suit their own purposes. He also speaks on Boko Haram and sundry issues. Excerpts:

    The National Assembly Committee on Constitution Review is conducting zonal hearings with a view to coming out with what could be described as a “people’s constitution”. What, in your view, should form the plank of the review?

    The much talked about constitution review is a good idea. When the polity becomes unduly heated as it is at present, it becomes necessary to carefully examine the framework on which our relationship as a nation is founded in order to ensure that the organic law which governs these relationships is strengthened or modified to ensure that the system functions better. The First Republic constitution lasted for just six years when the Grundnorm was rudely removed by the 1966 coup. We did not sufficiently practice or experiment on that constitution which I still think was the best for Nigeria. When the 1966 coup happened I was a young ASP in the Police Special Branch. The Personal Assistant to the then Commissioner of the Special Branch, was Chief T.A. Fagbola of blessed memory, an outstanding statesman and leader. I recall what he said to me when I congratulated him following that coup believing as I did at that time that it was a good thing that the coup had happened and removed the ‘corrupt’ politicians from office. He said to me “Albert, we will be lucky to recover in 25 years from the tragedy and damage which has happened to this country by this military coup.” I did not really understand and I quietly felt within me a shock and surprise that my boss appeared to support the corrupt political dispensation at that time. Now I realise the truth of Chief Fagbola’s prediction, and it has sadly dawned on me that the damage caused has not lasted for 25 years but continues perhaps up to this date.

    The military managed as best they could to pilot the affairs of this country, howbeit inappropriately and inadequately, and in the process of trying to sort things out and give us a fresh constitutional framework, introduced the presidential system of government based on the American model. The problem is, we have not been able to fully understand, follow through and effectively implement the American system of presidential constitution. We have actually followed it somewhat half way and allowed our background and orientation to drive our attitudes towards the presidential system in a confused way. For instance, at the local government level we have completely muddled up the practice as it works in America. Above all, our orientation based on our local background of chieftaincy, Obaship or Emirship, where the chief or traditional rulers as we call them own everything in the land, giving them the right to give to whom they wish and deny from whom they equally wish. That mentality seems to have taken hold on our political leadership at almost all levels. The average office holder in any arm of government – executive, legislative, and judiciary – sees his office as his personal fiefdom where he holds and wields absolute power and authority – including complete authority over public funds, the law enforcement authorities, and so on and so forth. He doesn’t seem to like the notion that the office he holds and the responsibility thereof is held in trust, and that he must be guided by the supreme law of the land, or any law for that matter. The average ruler actually sees the constitution and – the rule of law – as a hindrance to his authority and does his best to avoid using it as guide to perform his function.

    The clear expression of my point is symbolised by the practical expression of our corrupt political situation starting from the local government level and even at the political party level. At the highest political level, for instance, the leader of the party – and there are only very few exception in this regard – controls and actually ensures the selection of candidate of his own choice, to go to the legislature at any level. He would in most cases if he were already in government, pay for their election expenses from funds usually available to him through the public purse. As legislators they are sometimes, aside from the regular emolument, paid special honourarium weekly or monthly and accorded other favours and inducements. Worse still, in some states before selection prospective candidates are ‘persuaded’ to sign up to some secret association or ‘cult’, and then finally when ‘elected’ such persons are placed under mentors who are usually senior party or cult members and they monitor their activities, behaviour, etc. to ensure that such ‘legislators’ toe the line prescribed by the leader. In effect, in many cases the emergent legislator’s words and activities are pre-circumscribed to ensure that he keeps in ‘line’. Those who dare not to do so are denied the various facilities stated earlier and marked out for premature retirement from party and perhaps politics altogether. At the end of the day, the average legislator has completely lost his freedom to perform based on his conviction or even on the declared party manifesto or credo. The other restrictive control measures that the top echelon of the political system appears to have embarked upon include the infusion into the judiciary of politicians’ cronies and family members. There is an evidently emerging trend where the family members of leading politicians are progressively emerging as judicial officers. This cannot be accidental or coincidental and this trend needs to be watched carefully.

    In making a fresh constitution for Nigeria or amending the existing one, there is need for caution, especially against the prospect of ensuring that an emergent or amended constitution does not serve the select interest of a few over the ordinary Nigerian.

    For instance, we are still hearing a lot of talk by those who will play the principal roles in amending the constitution about the issue of immunity for certain office holders. There are indications in a number of states of huge and unjustifiable pension schemes for retired public office holders which will draw deep into the resources of the state which in many cases will serve the interest of young politicians who after retirement will perhaps be on this side of the planet for quite a few more decades. The country is at present undergoing huge burden of corruption in public places. To land ourselves in a situation where a public officer may have abused his authority while in office and still chip in to the public resources even when he has left office, is to say the least, a major challenge to the public psyche. Especially when efforts are being made to ensure through immunity clauses and such other arrangements that errant public office holders will not be held to account for their excesses whilst in office. I did say earlier in this interview that the First Republic constitution which was rudely truncated in 1966 remains our best constitution. Even though a republican constitution it provided a parliamentary and cabinet system of government. The beauty of it is that at the appropriate levels the members of the executive arm are also in the legislature where they function as legislators and become used to the democratic system of operating their offices and particularly of accountability. This is a system where in parliament they would be confronted with facts in open debate and give public answers which the ordinary citizen has access to and be informed of the manner in which he is being governed. It is my belief that the national interest and the interest of the ordinary citizen will best be served under the parliamentary and cabinet system of government where the public officer will openly account for his activities.

    Should the legislature make, review or amend the Nigerian Constitution?

    My sincere views are that the legislators by themselves cannot be the competent organ to make or amend the Nigerian Constitution. We have all been crying wolf about the military made constitution. Bad as that may be, one can regard the military in the circumstance, as a disinterested party. Can the legislators be seen or regarded as such a disinterested party? For them therefore to be the ones to make, review or amend the constitution which is to be regarded as their guide for making ordinary laws and other regulations to my mind is clearly inappropriate. As such I will like to thank the legislators for their present initiatives on this matter but I would advise them to handover the matter of constitution making to the appropriate authority – the people. I wish to emphasise that neither the executive, that is the presidency, the legislature nor the judiciary who will be the ultimate instrument to implement, practice and interpret the constitution should be the body to make, review or amend it. Such attempt by any of these bodies will expose them to the temptation of tampering with the organic law of the land to suit their own purposes – which makes them masters and not the servants of the people! They should expose the process to a national referendum or a national conference of ordinary Nigerians who will produce the organic laws under which they choose to be governed.

    One issue that has dominated national discourse in recent times is the clamour for state police. Is Nigeria ripe for the establishment of state police?

    The Governors Forum made a statement through their chairman that it is their wish, and placed it on the table for constitutional amendment. The South West is known to be very strong proponents for state police, and to some extent the South East governors have taken a similar position as the South West. In the South-South the vocal minority seem to be advocating the same. I would like to sound a word of caution on the issue of state police. Many of those at the helm of political leadership may be doing so to serve some selfish interest. The truth is that the ordinary policeman is there to protect the average Nigerian citizen. You do not need to go far in order to confirm that even at present there is a tendency of the strong to use the police to oppress or suppress the weak. Such excesses are so far generally checked by the fact that the police is monolithic; with its hierarchy stretching up from the community level to the Inspector-General who is in the Abuja headquarters. Therefore the average aggrieved Nigerian citizen can start with the constable in his community to deal with his grievances at his community or local village, and without much cost can refer his matter from the constable to the DPO, from the DPO to the area command, from the area command to the state commissioner of police, from the state commissioner of police to the zonal AIG and eventually to the IGP. He can do all of these without much cost except the piece of paper in which he writes his complaints or the transport cost which will take him to all of these places to verbally lodge his complaints. The Nigeria Police may be accused of being plagued by a nest of corruption but its hierarchical arrangement offers some of the best opportunities to the under privileged Nigerian to make his case and be heard and indeed to ultimately receive justice. But when you remove this protection from the ordinary citizen you are further widening or stretching the thin layer of protection which the ordinary Nigerian citizen has so far enjoyed.

    Judging from what the new breed of politicians have so far enacted from 1999 to date, it will be interesting to note that the tendency has been to consolidate power in their own hands and thereby give less and less room to the ordinary citizen to express himself and exercise his God-given rights of citizenship. During the period when in the South-South zone, for instance, cult and youth militancy activities evolved, the ugly gunfights, killings and operation of cult members and youth militancy which were taking place under the full glare of the governments of this zone; the police and other security agencies were there but could not take any meaningful action. This is because the heads of these formations had been intimidated or brought under the subjection of the local political leadership, and all these crimes were openly taking place with no one to counter them.

    The enforcement and monitoring authorities were intimidated by the real or implied threats of one form of sanction or another and so connived, turned the blind eye or totally ignored their duty to the state and citizenry.

    Even the media which during the Abacha era rose up stoutly to defend the interest of the ordinary citizenry were for whatever reasons, for almost three years, unable to effectively expose these ugly incidents of killing and maiming which were taking place extensively in some of these states. So the country and the outside world were kept in the dark throughout the embryonic stages of these ugly developments.

    Many of our citizens of the present generation are not familiar with what went on in the First Republic when we had local government police, native authority (NA) police, native court, etc. In those days the political leader or some powerful Emir or Oba will direct the police – especially the NA police – to subjectively arrest a political opponent or anyone who insulted them or dared to question their excesses. For any flimsy excuse imaginable persons were locked up contrary to the law. In the North as in the West the powerful politicians and traditional heads held sway!

    The NA, local government police and the native courts exercised cruel and crude forms of ‘justice’. There was the report, in those days, from one of these areas where the president of a customary court was in his bathroom, and having been informed that a prominent member of his party had been arrested and sentenced to three months in prison in another region, for which a revenge arrest had been made in his (the customary court’s jurisdiction), shouted back from his bathroom “I sentence the man you arrested to six months imprisonment.” He thus passed sentence on an alleged suspect he had not even seen! Let Nigerians and our present day politicians not forget that all these excesses and more brought about the crises which truncated the life of the First Republic and the series of unpleasant events which followed thereafter!

    Even in the then Eastern Region where they did not have the local government police, the Nigeria police were under pressure to toe the line of the political leadership. But the situation in Eastern Nigeria compared to the rest of the other regions was generally different because there, the Nigeria Police headed by the CP based in Enugu received his operational orders from the Lagos-based IG. And depending on the stature of who was commissioner of police, the police force in the then Eastern Nigeria generally performed well and operated to protect the interest of all and sundry. One will readily recall the tussle for control of the police force in the then Eastern Nigeria between the CP’s office and the Premier of the then Eastern Nigeria. There were such tough officers like Ikeazor, otherwise called Keazor. Or the likes of the ‘No nonsense’ Commissioner Ibekwe of the Onitsha province usually referred to as ‘MA Natural.’ By the strength of such distinguished officers the interest of the ordinary citizen was generally protected and the law was applied somewhat properly in the interest of the common man in the then Eastern Region.

    But come to think of it, the series of crises and violent eruptions since 2007 resulting in youth militancy and deaths sometimes based on tribal and religious lines; were these issues being handled by a state or regional police per se the resultant effect would obviously have been different and the breakup of the federation of Nigeria might have come sooner than 2015 allegedly predicted by the Americans. Nor would the country have adequately dealt with the emergent Boko Haram and the earlier situation of Maitatsine had we tackled them under the rubric of state police or regional police. I would like all and sundry to carefully consider this matter, especially the governors, some of whom are at present at the forefront of the advocacy of state police. Let me remind them that some of them may become the victims of the state police in the hands of the very individuals whom they may have installed as their replacement as governors, but who may thereafter become their political opponents and bitter enemies, and may like to have them in jail.

    The House of Representatives recently threatened to impeach President Goodluck Jonathan over the poor implementation of the 2012 Appropriation Act. What is your take on this?

    The impeachment threat by the National Assembly appears to have become a political weapon in recent times to shake-up the executive arm of government whenever it is felt that that arm is either not performing up to expectation or is not taking the legislative arm of government seriously. It was threatened several times during the Obasanjo administration. But as always, the legislators who all belong to one political party or another know how to find accommodation to resolve their differences. I am sure that even this time around they will come back together to resolve whatever differences they have with one another.

    How do you deal with the political controversy between the North and the South-South?

    The North and South-South had in the past formed close alliance on various national issues whether at election time, constitution making time, or collaborating in the Nigerian Civil War. In politics, Northern candidates for president or other national offices will normally always expect to get the backing of the South-South. Similarly, the South-South would usually expect to receive the backing of the North in political and other national issues that affect the South-South. For instance during the Civil War, Northern soldiers and politicians were the backbone of South-South support and creation of states. The North was our main ally that executed the Civil War in collaboration with the South-South and, of course, our close friends from the South-West. So the Obasanjo-convened National Confab was the first time when the South-south began to realise that the North was actually unwilling and unable to give political support to the South-South on the twin issues of getting a president from the South-South and on the issue of resource control which were the two main planks the zone agitated for at that conference. Delegates from the South-South were rather puzzled at the vehemence of the opposition of the North to their cause. Somehow, by providence and divine intervention, the South-South now has the president and the presidency in the person of Dr. Goodluck Jonathan. The political election that led to his victory at the polls was free and fair and the candidate won the election roundly. There was no question about that. And thankfully the North actually voted enmasse for Goodluck Jonathan.

  • Why people don’t know when we pick their pockets —Suspect

    Why people don’t know when we pick their pockets —Suspect

    He managed to escape while his partner was arrested by men of the Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS) of the Lagos State Police Command after a robbery operation they allegedly carried out in a supermarket at Alaba International Market on November 5. Adekunle Yusuf a.k.a. Fever has, however, been arrested by SARS operatives

    Yusuf was tracked down at a beer parlour following a directive by the Lagos State Commissioner of Police, Umar Manko, to Abba Kyari, the Superintendent of Police in charge of SARS that the suspect must be fished out.

    Narrating his role in the robbery incident, 22-year-old Yusuf, who claimed to be an indigene of Abeokuta, Ogun State, said he became an armed robber because of the the heavy responsibility he bore as the family breadwinner after his father died.

    He said: “I am the first son of my father who retired as a contractor. He had four wives and left 10 children behind. I was packaging CP plates at the Alaba International Market and also helped in off-loading containers. Those were the years between 2000 and 2010.

    “I used to make about N5,000 daily. A carton was packaged for N100. By the time I packaged 50 cartons, I smiled home with N5,000. That was apart from about N2,000 I used to get from offloading containers. With a daily income of N7,000, I was able to do my best for the family my father left behind.

    “But at a point, I started finding it difficult to even make up to N500 daily. I started thinking of what to do to meet up. It was this situation that made me to become a pickpocket at Alaba International Market. The amount I made as a pickpocket on a daily basis depended on how much the victim had on him. But I made nothing less than N10,000 daily. There were days I would be so lucky that my fingers would come out with as much as N50,000 from an individual’s pocket.

    “With these, I was able to pay the school fees of four of my siblings and still had enough money to give each of the wives that were still living in my father’s house, because some of them remarried and others went their different ways to survive the economic realities of the time. Even my own mother remarried and had three children for her new husband.

    “I used to operate at popular bus-stops during the rush hours. But when passengers started holding their purses, phones and bags in their hands while rushing to get buses, the amount I used got on a daily basis reduced as access to big money became nearly impossible. That affected my income and almost rendered me penniless.

    “My journey into the world of armed robbery then started when I decided to go to Alaba-Rago field opposite Alaba International Market to while away time by watching football. It was on one of such occasions that I met the man who lured me into armed robbery. The man is popularly known as Old Man but his real name is Tony Aboose. He is a native of Benin, Edo State.

    “On that day, he introduced me to some guys, namely Emma, Opia and Tajudeen (TJ). He told me that I would be going out with them in the night to look for money and property with reasonable monetary values. When I demanded to know what that meant, he said it was the kind of night operation done by armed robbers, and that he wanted me to be a member of his gang. He showed me his locally made pistol and told me that Emma also had his own pistol.

    “I did not know what later came over Tony and Emma to the extent that Emma no longer followed us to operations.

    “My first operation with the gang took place in Badagry area. On that fateful day, we attacked some occupants of some face-me-I-face-you buildings. We robbed about three buildings. Most of the tenants who did not open their doors when we knocked were made to regret it, because not only did we use our legs to blow their doors open, we gave them the beating of their lives. We, however, did not shoot any of them. We operated with Aboose’s gun.

    “I used to stand outside the building during an operation to watch out for security men. We used to be five number, including Opia, Aboose and Tajudeen and Emma. We adopted division of labour during operations. Somebody was in charge of ransacking the house under attack. Another person was in charge of collecting money and phones. We called him exhibit keeper. Another watched our back while another was responsible for torturing victims just to make them release money.

    “We had a buyer called John. We used to call him on the phone to tell him where he would meet us after an operation. It was Tony (Aboose) that usually called him. Emma’s work was to search the rooms and collect whatever item could be sold quickly. We used to ask John to meet us at Afolabi, Igando Road. At other times, we asked him to meet us at Lagoon Hotel where Olise worked as a bar man.

    “I used to buy food, drinks and cigarettes for Olise. But it was Old Man (Aboose) who normally bought food for him. We only entertained Olise as our gang’s friend. He knew that we used to do runs. When he had financial problems, he decided to join our gang.”

    “Asked how Olise became the gang’s member, Yusuf said: “Our gang leader Tony (Aboose) aka Old Man, was chatting with him in the hotel one evening and, along the line, he told Tony that he needed money to pay for his house rent. He (Aboose) directed him to me, saying that I should take him to work with us so that he would get some money to pay his rent.

    “That was how he followed us to the supermarket. But he was full of bad luck, as he was the only person arrested when the supermarket girl ran outside and raised the alarm. He did not know the terrain very well. He ran into a canal and, instead of remaining there, he came out and entered an uncompleted building where the people around, including vigilance men, questioned him and he could not defend himself.

    “Even when Old Man (Aboose) phoned him, his phone that was ringing was later switched off. That was when we suspected that he was in trouble.

    “Before we entered the supermarket on that day, Old Man told me that we had to go and look for money and that Olise should follow us. I knew Olise through his younger brother, Femi, who an iron bender who works with a lottery company now. Old Man said Olise’s house rent had expired and he wanted us to carry him along.

    “Immediately we entered the supermarket, Old Man brought out his gun and pointed it at the lady attendant, telling her to cooperate. We packed about N96,000. As we came outside, he started shooting to scare away people who had been attracted by the sales girl’s alarm.

    “There are two escape routes from the supermarket. We ran into Alaba International Market. As I was running, I saw Old Man also running after me. When Old Man had caught up with us, we stopped and called Olise but his phone was switched off. When we entered Sowemimo Street, we stopped and saw some children. I asked one of the children to run to the supermarket area and find out whether a thief had been arrested.

    “The children came back and told us that a mob had caught a small man. We immediately knew that it was Olise. To show appreciation for a job well done, Old Man gave N6,000 to the children.

    “The following day, I called Old Man and asked him what I should do next as Olise’s had been handed over to the police and we would attract SARS’ attention. It was a Friday. I met Abu and asked him to buy food for me. As I washed my hand to start eating, I saw the Lagoon Hotel Manager, the Disco Jockie (DJ) of the hotel and three fully armed plain clothe policemen. They approached me and asked if I was Fever. I said yes. They told me that I was under arrest. They put me in handcuffs and took me away. It was when I reached Scorpion House that I realized that they were SARS operatives.”

    Asked why people do not know when their pockets are picked, Yusuf said: “It is not a magic. Some people are so much in a hurry when they are rushing to enter a bus that even if you put all your hands in their pockets they would not know. If we succeed in getting his money before he enters the bus, we would have no need to enter the bus.

    “But if we enter the bus before successfully picking the victim’s pocket, we would alight at the nearest bus stop, because if the victim realises that his pocket has been picked and he raises the alarm, it would take only the grace and mercy of God for us to escape being lynched by irate passengers.

    “At times, the bus drivers and conductors knew us very well. They used to cooperate for security reasons. Picking people’s pocket is not a magic. It is made possible by victims who are insensitive to their pockets when they are in a hurry. Therefore careless people are usually the victims and they are the ones who make us to get our daily bread.”

    Asked how many operations he had participated in, he said: “To tell the truth, I can’t count them. It is more than 48 times. The total money I made was N250,000, but I am left with no kobo now because I used it to feed my late father’s family and to pay the school fees of my brothers and sisters. Two of them are in school while two others are learning different trades. “My mother is the eldest wife and she is no longer with my father. She got married to another man in Ogun State and had four children for him. The last two are twins. The second wife sells ogogoro (local gin) at Igboelerin Junction in Okokomaiko area. The third stays alone at Abule Osun, Mile 2, while the fourth sells orange at Igbo elerin.”

    On his part, Olise, who recalled that he had worked in the hotel for two years, said he was arrested because he did not know the terrain well.

    He said: “As I came out from the swamp, I entered an uncompleted building, and because I looked rough, the people started asking me where I was coming from. They later called the supermarket girl and she identified me as one of the robbers. They beat me.

    “My monthly salary at Lagoon Hotel was N10,000. I am a mere primary school certificate holder. It was free drinks that made me to join the gang.”

    The Commissioner of Police, Umar Manko, said SARS operatives were still on the trail of Old Man.

  • ‘Clueless policy, cost of land  development, bane of  agricultural growth in  Nigeria’

    ‘Clueless policy, cost of land development, bane of agricultural growth in Nigeria’

    Samuel Joseph Samuel is passionate about agriculture and the need to develop the sector. According to him, progress in the sector is being hampered by a number of reasons including what he described as internal bickering among various stakeholders and groups. He spoke with our correspondent, DELE ANOFI, recently in Abuja. Excerpts:

    What is the essence of the government, private sector  partnership in Agriculture value chain to support Agriculture Transformation Agenda put together by the Nigerian Economic Summit Group?

    With this inaugural government/private sector  partnership in Agriculture Value Chain to Support Agriculture Transformation Agenda, the Nigerian agriculture is having a voice, it is having a direction and this direction for the first time is being driven by the real sector; and the private sector players. Over a long period, we have observed that there are several coming together of groups to support agriculture in Nigeria, but we have not seen the effect of these groups on the economy and agriculture itself. Associations have been there over the years and there has being increase in the number of imports of agricultural produce into Nigeria like rice and tomatoes. In 1993, Nigerian agriculture was up the ladder and it came down and down until 2003 when we had a stablilty and then we are going up a little bit now, but we are not yet where we were in 1993.

    What is the effect of this association?

    Our thinking is that with an association like this, you can have the private sector player driving the agricultural sector, which in turn will give direction to other sectors of our economy. For the first time, stakeholders came together to discuss real issues, share experiences and collate data of their members in various states of happenings in the various sectors. It is significant to say that feat is informed by the fact that for the first time also, we have a major contributor, a private sector player as our Minister of Agriculture. We are also very lucky at this time that there seems to be planning in the process of governance and management in Nigeria. So, for us in the agric sector, this new group is a rallying point where you can go and find data of what is happening in Nigeria. Of course, our core challenge over time is how much data do we have locally,  shortfalls and the need areas and how do we harness  these need areas if they are available? So, with this group, we are definitely going to have the areas plumbed.

    How would all of this impact on Nigerians, put food on their tables and ensure food security?   Now, you are going to have to know that we have X number of tomato farmers and these are the capacities of these tomato farmers and the challenges they are facing and this is what government is doing to solve it. Also, it will become accessible, where government has made a policy that will support, for instance,  tomato growers, the cocoa farmers, cotton farmers.  That policy will be able to flow down quickly to the farmers or the people who need this information which is a gap that we used to have. You will also be able to have for the first time, real sector players approach as a group and say these are your problems and this is what we want to do. Basically, this is the kind of solution that I feel the sector wants and is given now. In a nutshell, this development will lead to the maximisation of our agriculture potentials as knowledge and experience are shared with larger group for greater effect. The eventual result can only be a multiplier in dimension with more agricultural produce and products for local consumption and export. The effect will not only rub off on other sectors, employment generation, wealth creation, but the sustenance of the middle class is also assured.

    Don’t you think  land development as a challenge can impede whatever growth envisaged by this development and how do you think farmers can overcome the challenge?

    Land development is a big issue for farmers and the agriculture sector in general. The core challenge with it is the cost of land development. In some areas, the cost of maintenance is the main challenge which  is the reason why the North has an edge over the South. But again, government is putting together bodies to be able to solve some of these issues, but I can say clearly that most of the challenge of land development has a lot to do with consistency. I give you an example, invest N100m  to open up a land in Ekiti and after one year, you abandon this land, before you go back the next year, the land has turned to a forest. So, if there is no consistency in maintaining some of this land, there will be problems. We have a lot of farm estates in the South West for example, that were opened up, cleared, groomed for some years and then abandoned. All these farm estates have now turned to gigantic forest. Policy consistency which would interest the farmers to want to  continue in that sector is an area that requires proper attention. Funding is key, if  you put in fund that requires 10 years to recover, then, it means that farmers need to be there for the 10 years to be able to pay for it. On the other hand, if the farmer abandons the land after two years, what it simply means is that the man won’t have his money back. As of now, there is no interest in land development, they are critical issues that need to be looked into in the area of agriculture. Government has a lot to do in that aspect because it is too huge for small holding or medium scale farmers to embark on, if we are looking at maximum impact on a national scale.

    The Minister of Agriculture, Dr. Akinwunmi Adesina  commended your organisation for its Green House initiative, what motivated you into that initiative?

    It won’t be wrong to say that for the first time, Nigerians are responding to government, particularly the call to have more investors and more money put into agriculture. That goes to show that there is a semblance of conscious effort on the part of government and that was what  informed our group’s desire and continuous investment in agriculture. The Green House initiative is very clear, what we are saying is that there are areas where states have competitive advantage. For instance, a state like Lagos does not have a huge land mass like Ekiti or Oyo States in the upland of Kano and Bauchi, but can play a big role in agriculture through the Green House system. The investment outlay may be huge but of course, the impact on the economy is large. So, we decided to go into Green House development and it is in response to the continuous calls by government and of course, the stable environment that we are having now.

    Vegefresh seems to be blazing a trail in its chosen area. What’s your view?

    Well, what Vegifresh did and what our interests are, what are the problems and how we can solve them are some of the issues. One, the problem is that we don’t have improved yield, there is no enough tomatoes for processing, processing is not taking place.  So our group took all the effort by researching into improved yield by investing in the tomato value chain. With that, we set up tomato farms in Nigeria and we have processing capacity in Bauchi, Ekiti and Lagos. This processing capacity is what we are now giving back. That will help the farmers have a place to process their tomatoes, reduce wastages and reduce importation of tomatoes. When we started in Lagos, we realised that you could not grow tomato in Lagos, so we went into Green House farm in Lagos. In cassava, we realized that there was no processing capacity, we built it. Most of what we do is to create capacity where there are challenges and that is what we have been able to successfully do in the area of agricultural mechanisation. So our mechanics of agric development is more of the interest where Vegifresh is working very hard to develop.

    How do you meet funding challenges, either in partnership with government or some private sector players?

    We are wholly private sector funded and we are looking at the possibility of partnering with several governments because no one can do it alone. We are also looking for loans to finance our project. For example, if you want to develop 10,000 acres of land, land clearing and development in a place like Osun, it will cost you N420m for 10,000 acres. The implication is that if you do 20,000 acres of land just for land development, you have N840m. We are not talking about how to develop the crops, among other attendant factors before getting to the consumer.  So, these are the areas where Vegefresh group is working very hard to partner with the government and the people.

    Meanwhile, at  Vegefresh,  we  have a programme to encourage more farmers to serve as our Argo workers and the key thing is to reduce entry requirement, that is the cost of entering into a farming interest for new farmers. Basically, what we are doing is to look at the possibility of preparing the land and bringing on board farmers we can mentor to grow. Up and coming farmers are the future of Nigeria and there are no two ways to it and we are encouraging them.

  • Flora forever (3)

    My words must have surprised her for she gazed at me in amazement.“A what?” she asked.

    “A P.A. Can you work as my personal assistant?” I repeated my question in case she didn’t hear me properly the first time.

    To my surprise, she burst out laughing.

    “What’s so funny? I’m offering you a job and all you can do is laugh?” I queried curtly.

    She shook her head.

    “Don’t get me wrong, Bari,” she stated. “It’s the whole idea that I find funny. I told you earlier that I didn’t finish school so how can I then work as a P.A? I’m sure you work in a very big firm. And having never worked in a corporate environment before, I will feel out of place and maybe make a lot of mistakes…”

    I placed a finger on my lips to shut her up.

    “It’s ok. I understand how you feel. You feel insecure, with little self-confidence because of what you went through with your ex-husband. But it’s time you put the past behind you and forged on with life. You are still young so you can have a fresh start. Learn to believe in yourself and there’s nothing you can’t achieve. And I will be there to help you all the way,” I assured her.

    She was silent for a while as she stared down at her hands in her lap.

    Then she looked up at me.

    “Alright,” she said quietly. “And thanks so much for your kindness,” she added softly.

    I smiled at her.

    “That’s alright. Just work hard so I don’t regret hiring you,” I said.

    “I will! So when do I start? And what does the job entail?” she asked excitedly.

    Two weeks later, Flora resumed for work at my office. I worked with an international aid organization that did a lot of projects in the country and other parts of Africa especially in the rural areas. As a projects director, I had to oversee the various projects we were doing, meet with the community leaders, beneficiaries and other things. It involved my travelling out of town frequently and I needed someone to co-ordinate all my activities.

    “There was a lady doing the job before but she left recently to join her husband in Canada,” I told Flora on her first day at work. She had showed up looking very smart in an ash-colored skirt suit with black shoes to match. She looked even more beautiful than usual.

    “This is the kind of work you will be doing…” I said, briefing her on her duties.

    “My secretary, Mary will make arrangements for an office space for you,” I said when I was through. “Do you know how to use a computer?” I asked her as she made to leave my office.

    “Yes, sir. My sister, Janet has one. She taught me how to use it,” she replied.

    “Good,” I stated nodding.

    “And Flora,” I said. “You don’t have to be so formal with me now, because we are in the office. You can continue to call me by my name as you’ve always done.”

    “But I can’t do that, sir. This is an office and it won’t be right if I call my boss by name. It will sound rude,” she noted.

    “Ok. But you will stop being so formal once we are outside these premises, won’t you?” I said.

    She nodded.

    “Alright, then. Go and meet Mary to sort out your office space and see me later,” I stated, turning on the computer on my desk to begin work.

    Nikki

    “So, how are you enjoying your new job? Hope my darling here is not overworking you, giving you too much stress,” stated Nikki to Flora. Nikki was my girlfriend of several years. She had broken off the relationship about a year before when she found out about another girl I was also seeing. But we had got back together about four months earlier and in that time, she had already started talking about our settling down.

    We were at my house having dinner, nearly five months after Flora began work. In that period, she had really impressed me with her capacity for hard work and her eagerness to learn. I had no regrets hiring her but I was curious to know how she felt about working with me.

    “I love the job. And Bari has been very good to me,” she said, turning to smile at me.

    “Ah, don’t be so diplomatic. You can say the truth, call him a slave master or whatever! He won’t fire you!” Nikki said teasingly.

    Flora laughed at that and I joined in too. It was good to see her looking so cheerful and confident, so unlike the girl I first met about six months earlier. It was a Friday and she was dressed casually in a light blue top and pair of jeans. Her long hair was combed up and styled in a knot at the back, a style that suited her well as it showed off her lovely face in all its glory.

    “Yes? You were saying something?” I said, tearing my gaze away from Flora to Nikki who was talking about something that happened at her office earlier that day…

    “Flora’s really beautiful,” Nikki commented. It was about an hour later. My driver had taken Flora home and Nikki and I were relaxing in the living room. I sat sipping a drink while she was stretched out on the couch, her head on my lap.

    “And she still looks so fresh. It’s hard to believe she’s been married and even had kids!” she added in a wondering tone.

    I glanced down at her.

    “You talk as if she’s a hundred years old. She’s still young. Just 26 or thereabouts,” I stated.

    “Beauty and brains,” Nikki noted. “You love her, don’t you?” she asked unexpectedly, looking up at me.

    “Of course I do! Like a younger sister,” I replied promptly.

    “But you don’t look at her like a brother would a sister. I see the way your eyes follow her, like that of …,” she began then stopped speaking.

    “What are you talking about? Don’t tell me you are jealous of the poor girl?” I queried.

    “Do you blame me? See the way she looks! And she’s with you all day long…” she grumbled.

    I began to laugh.

    “You think this is a joke?” she said with annoyance, sitting up and glaring at me.

    “You women are all the same! Too jealous! Flora’s just my P.A. I gave her the job because I felt sorry for her maybe because of the circumstances under which we met. The poor girl has really suffered. So, you have nothing to fear from her or any other woman. Trust me!” I said.

    “You mean that?” she said with a serious look in her eyes.

    “Yes, my jealous darling!” I said. Then jumping up, I put a CD in the sound system and soon, the plaintive sound of Enrique Inglesias’ hit tune ‘Hero’ filled the room.

    “Come on, baby! Dance with me!” I said, holding my arms out to her.

    She came then and I held her close to me. As we swayed to the music, her perfume filled my nostrils. But all I could think about was a lady in a blue top and jeans that showed off her rounded hips and a smile that could light up a dark room…

    ****

    “Welcome, sir! And how was your trip?” Flora said as I entered the large outer office where my secretary stayed. They had been chatting when I got in.

    “Fine. Have you all been well?’ I asked. I had been away to South Africa for a conference for about two weeks. I chatted with them for a while before going to my office.

    Flora came in later with some letters and documents for me. I gave her some gifts I brought from the trip and she sat admiring the beaded jewelry, clothes and other stuff I had got for her and her children.

    “Wow! These are lovely! Thanks so much, sir!” she said, smiling brightly at me.

    “How are the kids?” I enquired.

    “They are doing fine. They are home on holidays now,” she replied. “Good,” I said, looking at her closely, noticing the sparkle in her eyes that usually appeared when she was happy. Seeing her again made me realize how much I had missed her. During the trip to S.A, she was on my mind most of the time, superseding thoughts of Nikki. Was Nikki right after all, that I was beginning to have feelings for Flora? How did that happen and when? I shook my head to clear such thoughts from my mind…

    About a month later, I had to travel to our branch office in Ghana and I took Flora along to assist me in the work I would do there. Considering the incidents that took place during the trip, it was perhaps, not a very good idea to have taken her with me…

    To be continued

    Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals

    What went down between Flora and Bari in Ghana? Book your copy of the Nation for the exciting details next Saturday! Send comments to 08023201831 (sms only) or psaduwa@yahoo.com

  • I was raped at aged 4 now the guy I love is asking me for sex

    Aunty Adeola Agoro, I love everything about you. I lost my virginity at the age of 4 through raping, I am in a relationship for just one month and 3 weeks now but the guy is asking me for sex. His character is changing every day, I need your advice should i stay or leave. The truth is I love him.

    My dear, if as a child you were molested by a shameless pedophile, you didn’t have control over that then. You were just a defenseless little girl whose privacy was soiled. As an adult, you should do everything in your power to protect yourself from deceivers who come in the name of love. I don’t feel comfortable with this kind of guy who comes into your life and begins to misbehave just because you won’t spread your legs. He’s not like the first guy that debased you only in the sense that he wants your consent as against that one who forced you.

    However, they are the same in the sense that he wants to use ‘style’ in the name of love to get your back down. Please, let him go if he wants to go. You have had enough bad experiences already, so you must love yourself and your feelings first before giving in to somebody who is so silly as to be misbehaving just because you refused to give him your body. Your body is yours and you have the power now to say no to sex when you’re not ready. Whether you give in to a bad guy or not, he will leave you when he has had his fill. Be wise!

  • Football obsession and ennui in the land (1)

    Earlier in the week, a few of my male colleagues were watching the opening ceremony of the National Sports Festival, presently taking place in Lagos on TV. A remark made by one of them caught my attention and got me thinking. One of them commented on the few spectators at the event, comparing it to one he had seen some years before which was better attended.

    The second guy chipped in that the organizers were lucky that night there was no match in the on-going UEFA championships that or the stadium would have been empty. “I’m sure even the chief host would have been absent and would have probably sent a representative,” he opined mischievously.

    He could be right, considering how the menfolk and (some women too) have become so obsessed with football in the country. That the round leather game has captured the minds, bodies and souls of many in this country is stating the obvious. And it’s not just any football, mind you. It must be the English Premier league, leagues in mainland Europe or UEFA championships. What about our own local league? Why are people not crazy about it?

    “What local league; does it exist?” some foreign teams’ fanatics would retort contemptuously when asked of their preference for foreign teams while ignoring local ones.

    Many have their favourite teams and they follow the fortunes and misfortunes of these teams with the devotion that is usually shown by a religious adherent for a deity. It’s like a form of religion, a type of worship. It can create instant friendships, break old relationships and cause enmity among old friends. Whenever there’s a major league match, especially between two rival teams with strong followers, it’s like ‘war’ is about to break out.

    The tension and expectation in the air is palpable. Great debates-on TV, radio, newspapers, social media, offices, homes, mama put and drinking joints, schools, even places of worship- take place. Listening to the analysis, passion and excitement displayed over games, you will think a new vaccine for a world threatening plague had just been discovered.

    And seeing two fans of rival teams ‘yabbing’ each other, is great fun to watch.

    “Look at you! You call your club a great club! How much did you spend buying players this season?” a fan of Chelsea for instance would taunt an Arsenal fan.

    When his opponent fails to reply, the Chelsea fan would say with the arrogance of one with the wealth of Bill Gates:

    “As for me, I spent over 200 million pounds this season alone buying new players. I’ve brought in ‘fresh blood’ to replace old, tired legs like the ones you have in your club! All you do is buy cheap players that can’t play!”

    The other guy, unable to bear the insult any more, would retort:

    “Despite all the money you claim you spent on new players, Man U still beat you to the league title! Money-miss-road club like you!”

    Listening to these fans talk, one would think they have personal interests in these clubs maybe through the ownership of shares or other stakes. For as the saying goes: ‘Where your treasure is, there will your heart be.’ The shocking fact is these fans don’t have a single stake in terms of money or other interests in these clubs. All they have is their passion and godlike devotion to their teams.

    But is there more behind this passion for football in the country than meets the eye? Is this obsession normal? Nothing wrong with having something one can be passionate about, something to add some spice to life, which can be dreary at times. For some, it’s their jobs or businesses while some people obsess about their spouses, partners or children. Others have certain hobbies they can’t live without.

    But when the obsession gets to the level displayed by many football fans in the country, then there must be a problem somewhere.

    I got a clue of what the problem could be through a conversation I had with a couple of die-hard fans of two foreign teams recently. When I asked one of them why he was so crazy about football, that he refuses to eat whenever his team loses a match, he stated:

    “It’s what makes me happy. I’m annoyed with so many things in this country. So I need something to help me keep my sanity. Football does that for me so why shouldn’t I be crazy about it?”

    The other spoke in like manner, stating he watches football to, “take my mind off the horrible things happening in the country so I don’t go mad. The news in the papers and TV is always bad: it’s either a multi-billion naira fraud has just been uncovered in one government ministry or terrorists have killed hundreds of people in a bomb blast. I’m sick and tired of it all!”

    In other words, for many, football has become a form of distraction from boredom or ennui. Ennui is a feeling of being bored, tired and dissatisfied. Something you will agree with me is a ‘disease’ afflicting many citizens now…

    More next Saturday