Tag: Good man

  • Shehu Shagari: Good man, spineless leader

    In mourning the passing of Nigeria’s first beneficiary of the presidential system, Alhaji Shehu Usman Aliyu Shagari last week, I remember one of Nigeria’s bluntest writers and columnists, double-chief Duro Onabule.

    In one of his unputdownable pieces, he wrote about a citizen who died and about who he had some reservations, and concluded: “People say you dont talk ill of the dead, but a bad man is a bad man, dead or alive.”

    In writing about the ex-president, it was a fact that he had the Presidency thrust upon him, though he wanted something less. Yet, in spite of that great opportunity, he bungled it and allowed the most profligate regime in the country until that unenviable record was shattered by the PDP’s Goodluck Jonathan regime, unarguably the most economically reckless regime in Nigeria’s history. It is only hoped that Nigerians will not have the memory lapse that will allow a return of that party to power at the federal level.

    Shagari ran an incompetent government at the centre, for which the immortal Obafemi Awolowo warned of an impending ship-wreck in the nation’s economy. Instead of heeding that advice and warning, the loud- mouthed elements in that NPN government lampooned Awo for his brilliant x-ray; the consequence of which was the military intervention that brought General Muhammad Buhari to power in December, 1983. In case anyone needed reminding, Buhari and Idiagbon’s military incursion into governance at the time was very popular with the citizenry, who felt it was answered prayer.

    Shagari tried to rise above the hawks that surrounded him and goaded him to the unconstitutional deportation of the majority leader of the then Borno State House of Assembly, Alhaji Abdulsalam Shugaba, to a foreign country, in the metroline project initiated by the Lagos State government of Lateef Jakande, the ground breaking ceremony which he approved of and personally attended at Yaba, Lagos, to his credit but to the discomfiture of his acolytes in Lagos especially.

    If Shagari realised that the buck stopped on his table, he would have concluded his second term and would have gone down in history as the hero of the Second Republic. He ended up vilified and lived with that stigma until his demise a few days ago.

  • Gabisiu Ayodele Williams: Gentleman, good man

    I was very sad when I heard about the demise of Dr Gabi Williams.

    I have never met anybody so considerate of others as Gabi Williams. ‘The child is the father of the man’ is a cliché that is well known.  Coming from a privileged background gave him a sense of noblesse oblige throughout his life.

    Gabi was born to an affluent Lagos family 81 years ago. Both his mother and father were Muslims. Young Gabi went to Ansarudeen Primary School, Alakuro, on the island of Lagos, and then to Methodist Boys’ High School, also on the Island of Lagos. His parents, though Muslims, were liberal enough to permit the young Gabi to acquire a western education wherever it was available. So, as soon as Gabi finished his school certificate examination, and, having performed very well in the sciences, his parents sent him to Great Britain for his Advanced Level in the sciences which he completed within a year with the idea of studying medicine. Medicine was his choice because in those days law was the preferred career choice of his contemporaries in Lagos and among his uncles and cousins – his cousin the late justice Fatai Williams became the Chief Justice of Nigeria.

    Armed with an impressive set of A-Level results, Gabi was admitted into Saint Mary’s medical school and graduated with MB, BS in 1963. After his internship in the same hospital, he proceeded to the Johns Hopkins University’s School of Hygiene and Public Heath in Baltimore, Maryland, for his postgraduate studies. Having acquired an excellent medical education, Gabi could have remained in either Britain or America to build for himself a prosperous private medical practice. However, Gabi came home because he knew his Lagos environment needed his service.

    Gabi became a medical officer of health in Lagos and was later elevated to Chief Health Officer of Lagos. The federal government, appreciating his sterling quality and service, brought him into the federal service where he rose to the post of Director of Disease Control and International Health. It was in this capacity that he represented Nigeria for a considerable number of years in the executive boards of the WHO, UNDP, and the WHO Special Programme of Research and Training on Tropical Diseases.

    Gabi’s achievements were made easy by the contribution to his life of his equally talented wife. Bisola, his wife, graduated from the University of Ibadan. She joined the federal civil service and rose to the esteemed post of Permanent Secretary, Ministry of Finance, during the tumultuous years of the Ibrahim Babangida regime – her Christian belief shielded her from the pressure and pull on her by very powerful people to bend the rules in their favour. The strong guiding hand of Gabi’s wife was many times decisive on the choices Gabi Williams made in life. Certainly, marrying a virtuous woman was an added advantage to Gabi Williams.

    At home in Nigeria, Gabi once served as chairman of the Medical and Dental Council of Nigeria. As a result of Gabi’s deep knowledge and practical experience in the spheres of public and preventive medicine, he on several occasions gave lectures in his areas of specialty at the universities of Ibadan and Lagos.

    He retired voluntarily from the federal service in 1993. Although retired, he was not tired: Gabi wrote bestselling books on health matters. He continued to play sport – Gabi was a sportsman right from primary school where he developed a love for ping-pong – particularly squash as a young man and, in his later years, golf, which was almost an obsession for him. He was a member of several social/sports clubs in Lagos.

    Gabi was a happy-go-lucky kind of a man, and he never wanted anyone to be sad around him. He laughed infectiously, and as a doctor his attitude was that life is short and should be lived well.  He definitely lived well without being hedonistic. There was never a whiff of scandal around him. He was a gentleman to the core. There were two things that he had encyclopaedic knowledge about, namely, medicine and lawn tennis. If he was available, he ensured that he was in England during the finals of the Wimbledon tennis championship. When global beaming of this championship became available, he always sat by the television not wanting to be disturbed or distracted from watching his beloved passion of tennis. One interesting thing about his love for tennis was his preference for grass-court tennis, which is the defining feature of Wimbledon. He did not show the same kind of passion for the Australian, French or American Open championships. This makes one feel that Gabi was an Anglophile at heart, and he did love almost everything British. Of course, he was ‘au courant’ with advances in medicine worldwide and was very concerned about how the quality of education was declining in Nigeria.

    He was also concerned about the quality of life in Nigeria, notably, the consequences of the collapse of the electricity sector and the lack of supply of potable water in most parts of Nigeria. This was a real headache for somebody with such a deep knowledge of public health.  He had to be self-sufficient in these two areas in his own home through the use of a borehole and giant generators and this made him concerned that if this was happening to him in Victoria Island, where the elite and well-heeled people live, what would be happening in the poor areas where the vast majority of Nigerian humanity live? He used to ask for my views about the direction of our politics, somehow feeling I might have an understanding of what is a complex problem of an enigma wrapped in a puzzle.

    Dr Williams cannot be easily forgotten. His laughter,  his joie de vivre, his sharing whatever he had, his love for fellow human beings, his generosity, his friendship across generations, his patriotic love for his native Lagos and his love for Nigeria as a whole and his wish that Nigeria would realise it’s destiny… It is a pity he didn’t live to see Nigeria’s potentiality become a reality.

    My late wife, Abiodun, and I and our children enjoyed the love and joy of being welcomed into the Williams’ house and being cared for after I lost my wife. I pray to Almighty God to repay him with eternal bliss.

  • Farewell to ‘a good man’

    Farewell to ‘a good man’

    The funeral of Dr Joseph Singapore Adaba, a businessman, who died on December 26, last year has been held in Lagos, reports WALE AJETUNMOBI

    Lafiaji, the popular neighbourhood in Obalende area of Lagos, was agog penultimate Friday. It throbbed, as usual, with commercial activities. But trading on the narrow street leading to St. Michael Catholic Church in the neighbourhood was suspended for a two-hour funeral programme.

    At 9:45am, the hearse conveying the body of Dr Joseph Singapore Adaba, arrived in the church, accompanied by soldiers. There was no stunt by the pallbearers, who were clad in black and white suits. The pallbearers were trailed by the grief-stricken family members and associates of the deceased as the remains were being moved into the church auditorium.

    The officiating priest, Reverend Father Vincent Udoye, came in from the pulpit entrance; then, the funeral mass for the late Dr  Adaba started.

    The widow, Mrs Amina Adaba, who was clad in black attire, sobbed endlessly as the priest began the homily. She was consoled by a group of sympathisers also dressed in black clothes.

    Taking the first Bible reading from the Daniel 12: 2-3, Rev. Father Udoye said all the dead shall be awaken on the Day of Judgment. He  said the righteous among them shall wake into everlasting life, while the wicked would be in shame.

    The priest urged the congregation to always leave their loved ones with good deeds each day because they would never know their last hour on earth.

    He said: “We all must prepare for our final moment because the son of man can come at any time. We must pray for long life but whether we like it or not, the son of man will leave this earth one day and our deeds would determine if we are going to rise among the righteous or the wicked.”

    Describing the deceased as a good man, Rev. Father Udoye urged the bereaved family members not to mourn, but to reflect on the good deeds of their breadwinner and move close to God in their trying period. The priest told the widow not to cry but to remain in prayers at all times.

    While taking the second Bible reading from Job 17-22, the clergyman noted that there had been no human being without weakness.

    He read: “Can a mortal be more righteous than God? Can a man be more pure than his Maker? If God places no trust in his servants; if he charges his angels with errors, how much more those who live in houses of clay whose foundations are in the dust, who are crushed more readily than a moth?”

    After the sermon, the priest prayed for the bereaved family and led a processional hymn with the theme: Hark, Hark, My Soul.

    Afterwards, the body was moved out of the church for interment at Ikoyi Cemetery in Obalende. After the priest said a short prayer, the body was lowered into a concrete grave by the pallbearers, while the widow and family members of the deceased performed dust-to-dust rite.

    In tribute to her late husband, Amina wrote: “My love, my confidant, my friend and motivator. You left me so sudden and it is still like a dream … I will not mourn but celebrate you, because that is what you deserve. Although my heart bleeds with pain, but for you I will be strong. Will forever miss you.”

    Adaba died last December 26, last year. He was 67. He worked in Nigerian Immigration Service before he gained admission to study Pharmacology up to doctoral degree at the University of Brooklyn, New York in United States from 1974 to 1977.

    After he returned to the country, he established business conglomerate in Nigeria and abroad.

    He is survived by wife, a son and five grandchildren.

     

  • Good man of PDP

    Perhaps anyone looking for a faultless model of a square peg in a round hole should focus on Shawo South-west Ward in Offa Local Government Area of Kwara State, where a certain Afolabi Jimoh  Olawole made news by pooh-poohing an official declaration that he won a re-run councillorship election.  Three days after the poll conducted by the Kwara State Independent Electoral Commission (KWASIEC) on August 31, Olawole spectacularly shunned the crown, insisting that it was thrust upon him without merit.

    Even more dramatic was his choice of forum for the disclaimer. For a candidate who went into the contentious election ostensibly as a card-carrying member of the People’s Democratic Party (PDP), it was a sight to behold when he took the stage at a media briefing organized by the rival All Progressives Congress (APC) in Offa to rubbish his own party. Olawole’s performance was not only unheard-of; it was also unbecoming of a loyal party man.

    Certain questions are inevitable in this absurdist show:  Could Olawole possibly represent the ideal politician that the country has lacked to its detriment? Is he the kind of democratic champion that the people desire?  His denial of alleged victory was suffused with the sentiment of divine justice, but he clearly missed the point. According to him, “To me, I know that we shall give an account of all our acts on this earth one day. On that day, there will be no influence from anybody; be it Oba, governor, leader, elder, father or mother; but you will be left alone with your deeds. In this wise, I have resolved not to be a partaker in getting what is not mine from anybody at all in Offa and in Nigeria as a whole.”  He added, “In all the eight polling units in my ward, the PDP lost, while the APC won convincingly.”

    Evidently, this was a speech for the priestly pulpit rather than the political podium, and it was discriminatory by not taking others into account, individuals of a different mind, especially materialists who dispute the existence of a spiritual world where earthly conduct is judged. Olawole’s overriding logic was simplistic and, in the final analysis, did little to further the cause of democracy. His one-dimensional appeal to spirituality was not only mystifying; it also carried the invalid implication that the non-religious may not be sufficiently moral to do what is right in the realm of politics.

    It is important to appreciate that, although Olawole’s argument might sound appealing, it would be unjust to restrict the business of political leadership to the circle of those who claim religious or spiritual credentials. Reality has proved that those who wear their religion like a badge are not necessarily moral exemplars, and it will always be debatable how much the practice of religion influences moral conduct. Perhaps one of the most fascinating ideas about moral behaviour is Immanuel Kant’s notion of “the categorical imperative”, which bespeaks the possibility of moral action based on a rationally defined duty to do what is right. Of course, it is a philosophical issue whether the idea of what is morally right can only come from religion.

    So, on two counts, Olawole has the aura of a stranger.  First, by his rejection of allegedly contrived political glory, he proved to be in the wrong ring. He must be the butt of jokes among “real” politicians across the country; they would eagerly give anything for political relevance, and would celebrate even the most brazenly invented and undeserved electoral success. In this context, it is significant that only Olawole rejected victory; his fellows, 11 other councillorship candidates and a chairmanship candidate, in contrast, are basking in the glow of alleged triumph in the local government poll.     Not surprisingly, PDP disowned Olawole, claiming implausibly that he had crossed over to the defunct Action Congress of Nigeria (ACN), which morphed into APC, and that he was not regarded as the party’s candidate. Obviously, such argument was disingenuous, as the party would likely have kept mum if there had been no rebellion.  Furthermore, not only was Olawole listed a the PDP candidate; also, the logic of a re-run implied unchanged candidacy, except in well defined special circumstances. It was scandalous that PDP talked of a substitution after the election, claiming that one Olagunju Olalekan was its councillorship candidate. This move mirrored a party that has no qualms about how it pursues power.    The second count:  By his sermonising style, Olawole equally demonstrated his oddity.  Evidentially, “real” politicians in the Nigerian context hardly spare a thought for after-life judgment, despite their flaunted godliness. For, if the reverse were true, the fear of God should be enough to guarantee near-zero corruption and good governance.

    Profiling Olawole is particularly difficult because his background is unclear. It would be interesting to have information about his early life, education, work history, family life and social circle, among other pointers. However, perhaps the most intriguing aspect is the puzzle about how he found himself in PDP, the country’s stifling ruling party. Considering his grand moral standpoint, it is incredibly incongruous that Olawole must have identified with the party convincingly enough before emerging as its candidate in the council election.  Is it possible that he was never aware of PDP’s duplicitous politics? Isn’t it said that birds of a feather flock together?   Could his new song be an indication of reformation on his part? Or, to stretch the imagination, could Olawole’s presence in PDP mean that the party’s dark image is not without redeeming features?  Interestingly, Olawole’s script is reminiscent of a play by the German theatre giant, Bertolt Brecht, The Good Woman of Setzuan, which is about a young prostitute, Shen Te, who struggles to lead a life that is “good”, according to religious standards.

    Without doubt, it was a revelatory episode of tentacular dimensions.  In the light of Olawole’s unexpected righteousness, the PDP, which is in power in the state, KWASIEC, and even the man himself, surely cannot be beyond scrutiny and reproach in this drama that is at once comical and tragic. It is apt to ponder how much influence the PDP perhaps exerted, how much money possibly changed hands, how unconscionable the formal electoral structures could possibly be, and the candidate’s apparent inconstancy.

    It was a welcome demonstration of political awareness and sovereignty consciousness that the people said “No”. Despite the protests, the state governor, Abdulfatah Ahmed, hastily inaugurated one of the alleged usurpers as the new local government chairman, while the new councillors were presented to the media in moves that suggested a fait accompli.   Certainly, it was alarming and suspicious that KWASIEC reportedly announced a “blanket result” without a breakdown. It is predictable that the protest will eventually shift to the court of law.

    With the 2015 general elections approaching, the Offa example gives little cause for optimism concerning the integrity of the electoral system and its operators, and right conduct on the part of politicians.

     

    • Macaulay is on the editorial board of The Nation