Tag: Ajekun Iya

  • Ajekun Iya to Ajeku Iya

    For Dino Melaye, master of the din from the Eighth Senate and peculiar senator from Kogi West, Ajekun Iya appears morphing into Ajeku Iya — and it isn’t pretty!

    In writing, that could be a careless typo, removing an “n” which should have gone with the phrase.  But in the highly evocative Yoruba language, which complex intonations echo with even more complex meanings, that is a big deal.

    When the high drama started as “Ajekun Iya“, it was the flashing and mercurial and commanding Dino, that bristled and prowled all over the place, the hunter-in-chief and king of the senatorial jungle, roaring to hunt down any sorry soul, that as much as raised a wimp against his self-declared hegemony — Ajekun Iya!

    But now, seeing the sorry sight Dino cut when he was stretchered to the Chief Magistrate’s Court, Abuja, lying in a heap of sorry beef, shopping for free sympathy, you’re constrained to think maybe, just maybe, the fiery hunter had become the sorry hunted — Ajeku Iya!

    Non-Yoruba speakers may not fully get Hardball’s drift, and the devastating bite of the pun, instantly clear to native speakers.  Suffice it to say: while Ajekun Iya connotes the unsparing juggernaut willing and ready to further tan his luckless victim (Dino, then), Ajeku Iya is the direct opposite: the sorry glutton for punishment, whose plight is self-imposed and deserves no pity (Dino, now)!

    But beyond the nadir of Dino’s empty politics and vacuous grandstanding, there is something in the self-caused fall of (wo)men of standing — and Dino, as a senator ought to be a man of standing, until he dwarfed his position with juvenile conduct and wayward behaviours — that demeans common humanity.

    The great Roman masters called it hubris.  In Roman classical theatre and even in Shakespeare, the hero often develops a fatal flaw; and that flaw drives him or her to his doom — reference the great Anthony, in Shakespeare’s historical tragedy, Anthony and Cleopatra.

    The Greeks were even more severe, as malevolent gods just seemed to snare uppity man, and glory at his loud fall — again, visit the travails of King Oedipus, in Sophocles’s famous play, Oedipus Rex: the man that did everything to avert a dire prophesy of killing his father and marrying his mother but ended up doing exactly both!

    For poor Oedipus, the pathos was deep because he strove very hard to avert the catastrophe.  At least, in your deep sympathy, you blame the baleful gods, playing yo-yo with humans.

    But how do you find sympathy for “gods”, who suddenly found out they were no more than men?  That’s the self-imposed tragedy of Dino.

    But it’s no time to laugh, or to mock, or to gloat.  It’s only a time to be sober and learn.  However his trial turns, it’s clear Dino has run himself into a cul-de-sac — and it’s all so avoidable!

    Meanwhile, when will Bukola Saraki’s Senate prorogue to attend Dino’s court sessions?  Isn’t what is sauce for the goose also sauce for the gender?

    Again, it’s no time to gloat or to mock; just a time to drive home that harsh fact: if a Senate abandons lofty function of state to play in the nadir of empty politicking, it sets the Lilliputian level by which it wants to be rated.

    So, as it was with the Saraki court sittings, so it should be with Dino’s court sessions — all animals, after all, are equal — Ajeku Iya!

  • In the news again—Ajekun iya!

    Jimoh Akeran, a Facebook activist, has coined what has got to be one of the most devastating puns on Nigerian contemporary politics — “… scampering Kaba-kaba in Kabba …”!

    No prize for guessing right: it was at the expense of Dino Melaye, Himself the Ajekun Iya exponent and senator of the Federal Republic.

    In an eerie, even if surrealist near self-fulfilling prophesy, of Melaye’s Ajekun Iya best-selling video, the senator in the eye of a vicious senatorial storm had to scurry and scamper from reported stones and allied missiles, let fly by a mob, at a Kabba Day event, after reportedly announcing a donation of N3 million!   How so ungrateful!

    But for his police orderlies, that did a yeoman’s job of ferreting him out of danger, Dino may have bitterly tasted the grim meaning of “ajekun iya” (thorough drubbing) — and from a mob too!  Lord have mercy!

    For starters, Hardball decries any mob action, which could well have ended up in lynching.  That’s ultra-barbaric and ought to be condemned by every right thinking citizen.  On that, Dino has Hardball’s sympathy.

    But Hardball condemns no less Dino’s cynical tactics too, in his relations to his constituents, not to talk of his contemptuous penchant for others, thus dragging his high senatorial seat in the mud.

    The Ajekun Iya video, which now appears to be haunting Dino, was a direct affront to those who cautioned Dino to be more dignified and senatorial in his wild conduct.  The video was therefore to underscore his untouchability, some sort of senatorial Kabiyesi syndrome.

    Regrettably, the Kabba fracas just shows those civility cannot touch, the mob reserves the right to deal with, in their own peculiar way.  On that lane, however, everyone is lose-lose.

    Still, Dino had gone from one notoriety to another mistaking, in his high clouds of self-destruct infamy, notoriety for popularity.

    When his constituents sent him a recall notice, he responded with a legal challenge.  That however is within his legal rights; and the matter is still on appeal, after Dino lost the opening battle at the high court.  It is a legitimate legal process.  Yet, not a few has interpreted it as nothing but legal stonewalling.  Emotions are free, but until the courts give their verdict, it’s a legitimate process.

    Then, the senator at plenary, went appealing for relief, for the salary-starved constituents in the Kogi civil service.  Pronto, his senatorial peers reportedly donated bags of rice to feed the Kogi starving and hungry.

    That might well be an exercise in genuine empathy.  But it might also mean a cynical dig at controversial Kogi Governor,  Yaya Bello, doting friend turned implacable foe!

    Maybe the embattled governor turned on the screws.  Maybe Dino was haunted by his past mischiefs.  But in no time, a counter-narrative emerged that Dino, by his kind gesture, was turning his constituents into internally displaced persons (IDPs), condemned to living on other people’s charity, genuine or cynical!  Yet, shorn of the background politics, some families and households, driven to the end of their economic tether, do need those grains!

    Meanwhile, Governor Bello, hearing of Dino’s sore treatment, reportedly exercised a fast and furious u-turn, from the Kabba Day venue!   Hmmnn … a mob is no respecter of persons or offices!

    It’s certainly interesting times out there in Kogi — running kaba-kaba in Kabba, in the worst spirit of Ajekun Iya!

     

     

  • Again, Ajekun Iya!

    How, how do you translate “ajekun iya” from Yoruba to English?  Multiple and comprehensive thrashing?  Sheer mauling? Or, just a massacre?

    Well, this enquiry is necessary, for a self-fulfilling prophesy appears to be hanging on the neck of the cocky prophet, in a bathetic real-life case of the hunter fast becoming the hunted.

    In a fit of senatorial hubris; no, senatorial delinquency of the most juvenile hue, or maybe a medley of the two, Dino Melaye, himself the unabashed senatorial din, promised whoever came against him a comprehensive drubbing — ajekun iya!

    Now, that was no empty boast, for he was flush with victory over enemies, real or imagined.  He had emerged from a certificate scandal, laying claim to degrees he didn’t have and claiming kin with some famous foreign universities he never attended.  In some jurisdictions, that should have ended any illustrious political career.

    Not here!  When Dino emerged at Senate plenary in a full academic ceremonial dress, it was a sweeping victory over his traducers, who insisted Dino was nothing but a phoney din.

    Then, he went forth, launching a book on corruption, to wide critical acclaim, not for its scholastic rigour, but for the cascade of cash it spewed.

    Even when the little inconvenience of electoral recall reared its head, from those hoi polloi claiming to be his electors, good, old Dino wouldn’t be bothered.  Who, after all, were these scum, to threaten him with recall?

    Before you could shout “Dino”, Bukola Saraki’s Senate was even propagating the theory, exceedingly sweet in the circumstance, that they were supreme to the voters that elected them, since they would first have to vet the recall process!

    And should the Senate have a hand?  Dino would have nothing to fear, such that the recall crowd would have no choice but to recall their recall.  Ajekun iya!

    Besides, the courts were there.  They would find for Dino’s just cause, against an ungrateful and recalcitrant electorate, wouldn’t they?

    So, if you saw Dino the Boisterous caper away with reckless abandon, at a London carnival, not regarding his senatorial dignity — not unlike Biblical King David dancing without royal self-possession before the Ark of Covenant — you must see, in the Dino body language, that the recall nonsense was done and dusted.  Ajekun iya!

    Well, not so fast!    The chicken of sobriety has come home to roost.  The high court just ruled that the Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC) must continue with the recall process.

    That is subject to appeal, of course, all the way to the Supreme Court, if necessary.  But as long as the process lasts, neither Dino nor his electors that want so badly to get rid of him would not rest.  It is the cock perched on the taut rope.  Neither the cock nor the rope would know peace.

    The voters, perhaps would play the patient game.  The future, after all, is a patient bird, particularly if it can smell carrion.

    But it is Dino that would have to battle and struggle against the fulfilment of a self-proclaimed prophesy — ajekun iya!

  • Ajekun Iya rumble

    Dino Melaye is done and dusted — either as first-ever recall scalp, to weed Nigeria’s highest legislative chamber of searing rascality and insensate representation?

    Or, as alleged, a survival strategy by suborning the court process, to subvert the will of the people, and vanquish the spirit, if not the letter, of the law itself?

    Not quite.  Raging out there, in Kogi West senatorial district, is the

    Ajekun Iya rumble.  The streets rock and quake.  It could go either way.

    Did they expect the great Dino Melaye, Ajekun Iya founder, author and finisher; and grand exponent, to quit without  putting up a fight?  Remember, we talk of roforofo fight here, where this all-conquering General has quite a track record.

    On a visit to Kabba, the old provincial capital some two weeks ago, Hardball saw quite a storm-troop of posters, urging the great Dino, the absolute lord of cacophonies, urging himself on.

    Austine Okocha, the world famous ball juggler and enchanting dribbler, so dazed the British press they hailed him in absolute terms: “Jay-Jay is so good,” the Brits enthused in their papers, referring to his even more famous moniker, “they named him twice.”

    Dino?  He’s so loud, din is embedded in his self-given moniker!  All that has come to the fore, in this recall-induced Ajekun Iya rumble!

    “File be. (Leave it as it is)”, the posters, in full roaring colour, decreed.  “No to recall Senator Dino Melaye.  I support Dino Melaye.”  Of course, you do, mate!  If you didn’t, why would you have gone through all this trouble?

    Well, who is the “I”?  Dino Melaye himself, roaringly supporting himself even if no one held did?  Hardly a crime, in the “democratic” equivalent of combat, where you either kill or are killed.

    Does “I” mean the generic singular of the great multitude, of millions, all zestfully rooting for the good senator, against alleged gubernatorial Leviathan, young and rash, sworn to, willy-nilly, elbowing the senator out of the public space?

    Or, the “I”, just some fictive bluff, from some phantom crowd, no more than the din emanating from no one but Dino himself?

    Nobody knows!  But what is sure: Dino and his traducers are the proverbial cock, walking the tightrope — neither the coke nor the taunt rope may just have kissed peace bye-bye.

    Just to return to the bona fides: Hardball avers Dino is a man of the people, far more popular, far more educated and certainly far more sophisticated than Chief Nanga, MP, that sorry Chinua Achebe creation, in the novel, A Man of the People.

    Dino is a class act!  A full-fledged senator of the Federal Republic, House of Representatives emeritus, with flaming anti-corruption credentials, and distinguished graduate of the Ahmadu Bello University, with special privileges, from the eternal visitor, to wear the great citadel’s ceremonial garbs to Senate proceedings, committee or plenary.  He is an old boy in whom good, old ABU is well pleased.

    Well, did you murmur he was an eternal student, who spent two thousand seasons, just to earn — no, bag — his first degree?  That’s your cup of tea!  Wait — are you the university historian?

    Anyway, that is the formidable guy they want to unhorse!

    The great Ajekun Iya rumble is on — and what a helluva battle!  Now, who blinks?

  • Ajekun iya Academy

    Heard the news?  Ajekun iya video exponent and senator of the Federal Republic, the irrepressible Dino Melaye, just gifted his constituents with two brand new school blocks!

    Brand new?  Well, like everything Dino, which must carry its own din of controversy, there is already a howling controversy over any claim to “brand new”.  It is a function of that controversy that even the crowing picture, popping out of Dino’s Instagram page, itself fuelled the controversy.

    The “din-y” senator triumphantly announced — well, pictorially — the completion of another initiative to sate his constituents of Ife Olukotun, in Yagba East Local Government of Kogi State, with the proverbial “dividends of democracy”, as the cliche goes.

    A close-up on the picture reveals: “Senator Dino Melaye Constituency Project FCT/TB/(2016)(2)001 Olukotun”.

    From the green/yellow painting, it appears like a renovation of old structures.  But if a renovation jazzes up an old structure, does it not have a logical right to some “newness”? Besides, the triumphant announcement, in the peculiar Dino “din-y” way settled all doubts — it’s new(ly renovated?) all right!  But that only leads to another din of arguments.

    On that score, the cyberspace is still on fire, between Dino proponents and opponents, while the senator — the one without a dull moment — looks on bemused, while pondering the next Ajekuniya escapade.

    But on one score, there is no controversy — the imperative to give the Dino latest intervention a befitting name.  Dino himself led the debate on the score — a point of order, Mr. Speaker, or Mr. President!, as they say in the red chamber — already kickstarted the debate on that.

    Well, he christened his project “Senator Dino Melaye Constituency Project”.  Naaaaaa!  That’s too simple, too banal, too ordinary, without the Dino drama.  It can’t be Dino, except it is so raucously and dramatically racy, can it?

    That has kicked off a fresh controversy.  What about Chairman’s Seeds?  Oh yeah, seeds: didn’t you hear Dino declare, in his affidavit in a suit, that he was eyeing running for chairman in his local government, in his post-senatorial days?  That has a strong basis in literature, especially for those who crave community value.  Remember Thomas Hardy’s Return of the Native?

    Still, “seeds” suggests some seediness, which, alarm of alarms, suggests the senator’s project has gone to seeds!  That can’t be.  There’s got to be a better name.  Hardball agrees.

    Well, what about Ajekun iya Academy, in cognizance of the millions of youths nationwide, and billions of their ilk worldwide, merrily linked by cyberspace, doting on Dino’s Ajekun iya philosophy, after watching his monster hit, Ajekun iya video?

    That’s something, you know!  A philosophy whose time has come, lapped up by youth, disoriented for too long!  But such stellar philosophy must not be limited cyberspace alone.  There has got to be some physical manifestation, some defining temple, some befitting shrine.

    Well, there you have it: Ajekun iya Acadamy, live and direct to teach Dino’s Ajekun iya credo.  Indeed, a philosophy whose time has come!

     

  • The Ajekun Iya exponent

    The Ajekun Iya exponent

    Melaye wins round one. Is another album in the offing to celebrate the court (even if temporary) victory?

    For Senator Dina Melaye, these are certainly not the best of times. Melaye needs no introduction. He is the senator representing Kogi West Senatorial District of Kogi State. But he is more famously known as the Ajekun Iya exponent, following the successful release, on the social media a few weeks ago, of his debut album. The album, I must admit, was an instant hit. To date, there is no ‘owanbe’ in the southwest that is complete without people requesting for Melaye’s Ajekun Iya ni o je over and again even as no Deejay worth his salt would forget to play the album repeatedly in social circles in other parts of the country. As we know, music is a universal language. So, people do not have to understand the lyrics before taking to the dance floor. We must give honour to whom honour is due; Melaye is a musician that will make Sunny Ade and Ebenezer Obey green with envy. I salute the people of Kogi West for donating this maestro to Nigeria.

    Oh, enough of Melaye’s sweet melody! Back to the now suspended recall process of the Kogi senator.

    Kogi State, one must painfully admit, has been a victim of serial maladministration in years past. It has not been particularly lucky in terms of its leadership. If it is not being led by a tailor; a carpenter is in charge. So, that the state is suffering an acute infrastructure deficit is obvious. Yet, like most states in Nigeria, the state boasts a reasonable number of good men and women with ideas but they cannot make it to the top. This explains why a man like Melaye could emerge as senator of the Federal Republic.

    Well, just like Kogi State, Nigeria too has many men and women of ideas and integrity but they either find the country’s political turf too messy to go into, or they do not have the wherewithal to pull through the expensive electoral processes. So, the country ends up having some of its worst characters making it to the top of both elective and appointive offices. So it is with the present National Assembly. Nigerians might not have been lucky with most of the people that have always found their way into the senate and indeed the National Assembly generally since the beginning of the present democratic dispensation in 1999, the current senate will definitely take the trophy for its infamy. I am yet to see a more shameless group of legislators. But it could not have been otherwise when we look at the profile of its leading ‘darkness’ (sorry lights)!

    Please do not get me wrong. I am not saying that there are no good people in the senate; the problem is that these are either too few or they have allowed the nonentities in their midst to hijack the upper chamber, thus making Nigerians tar them all, (no exception) with the mud of corruption and everything negative that one can imagine.  It is these vocal few that have made the senate aptly fit into the Yoruba’s wise saying that there are no firstborns among pigs; all of them play in the mud (ko s’ aremo ninu elede; gbogbo won lon yi’ra mere). The good people in the senate should please pardon my blanket generalisation. Again, as the Yoruba would say, it is one slave, just one slave, that makes us abuse many other slaves (eru kan lon’ mu nibu igba eru).

    Democratic dispensations the world over get better when there is a virile opposition, strong civil society organisations as well as a critical press and an alert citizenry. None of these is present in today’s Nigeria.  If we had any of these, this current senate would have been sacked long ago. Indeed, there is nothing to suggest that Nigerians would not occupy the National Assembly someday, given the way the members, particularly the leaders, serially show their disdain for sanity in our polity. This is one of the reasons why one must feel particularly sad that a civil society group like the Committee for the Defence of Human Rights (CDHR) would be enmeshed in the kind of scandal that afflicts other groups in the country. How could such an organisation that played ineradicable role in the struggle to entrench this democratic dispensation be caught in the web of alleged N10million donation and bags of rice from the least expected source at this point in time? The group’s founders would be wondering what has happened to their dream, even as the dead among them would be turning in their graves seeing the organisation that they laboured hard to found in the murky waters of ‘stomach infrastructure’.

    For me, it is immaterial whether Melaye’s recall sails through or not, even if I must confess I would congratulate his constituents if they can get him out of the senate. He is one of the many misfits there. Mercifully, the man seems to have realised his shortcomings as he had graciously declared his intention to be a councillor after his fall from the exalted position that is obviously too big for his person. That is if he eventually falls, though.

    Melaye can only end up like some of our musicians who say they are ‘rave of the moment’. Once the moment is gone; they too disappear into oblivion. I say this because since the release of his Ajekun Iya album, which is a hit that has continued to feature in many ‘owanbe’ parties in the southwest as well as other social circles across the country, he is yet to release another. In case Senator Melaye does not know, Nigerians –  IPOB, Arewa – and all are earnestly waiting for his next hit. The senator of the Federal Republic should be rest assured that whatever he comes up with would be sweet music in the ears of his teeming fans, because he seems to be adding value to the music and entertainment industry than he is to the senate where the only value he is reputed for is his nuisance value.

    But the embattled senator seems to have had a reprieve with the order by the Federal High Court, Abuja, that halted his recall process as prayed by his counsel, Mike Ozekhome, who had gone to court to challenge the exercise. While one may have nothing against the court’s decision to enforce Melaye’s fundamental right, the September 29 date for hearing the motion on notice appears too far. The Kogi senator had contended that his recall process was the handiwork of his many political detractors. He said dead and fictitious persons were among those who signed the petition purportedly being used as basis for his recall.

    With the court’s order for the Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC) and Melaye to maintain the status quo, the senator appeared to have found favour with the court. But, whether the favour will endure to the end, and the process would fail is a different matter entirely. But then, it was good that the man was rattled, at least for once. He had been moving from pillar to post in search of help. His comrades in the senate have also taken up the matter as a collective one that the upper chamber must be interested in. Apparently, they are scared that if Melaye could be successfully recalled, then some of them too might be on their way out. The death that strikes an associate is only a metaphor that the same death could be one’s fate.  That is why his co-travellers (co-travellers in every material particular) in the senate have now seen Melaye’s recall as something they have to fight collectively to avert. In the process, they have forgotten the limits of their powers. They are beginning to see themselves as the ultimate decider of the fate of a senator that they had no power to make in the first place. If there is any take-away from the Melaye recall process, it is that it has opened the eyes of Nigerians to the possibility of bringing back home a misfit that has been erroneously voted into the National Assembly. This is about the first major attempt to recall a senator in this dispensation. People should not think that once they have been elected senator or House of Representatives member, they can do and undo. They must have as constant reminder the possibility of recall at the back of their minds.