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  • Of leaders, legends and laggards

    Of leaders, legends and laggards

    A Convoy of SUVs and cars rolls out of the airport and heads for the city on a sunny day. All is smooth. The occupants of the vehicles are chatting. The guards among them are on their guard, watching out for any unusual movement. Suddenly, some security agents appear . In a commando manner, they block the convoy. A shootout. Commotion.

    Other motorists, seized by fear, are watching – and praying – as bullets fly in the air. In minutes, it is all over. The smoke from the guns fired by both sides has cleared.  On the ground are empty shells of bullets. Some bloody faces and broken heads. Men are moaning and groaning. Tears. A gun was missing.

    An action-packed American movie?  No

    That was the scene last Saturday in Port Harcourt, the Rivers State capital where Minister of Transportation Rotimi Chibuike Amaechi’s convoy and Governor Nyesom Wike’s clashed.

    After the guns fell silent, the verbal war began. Each side tried to defend its position. Newspaper reports quoting the main actors became the subject of jokes, such as this: “I narrowly escaped assassination–Wike”.

    “I narrowly escaped being shot–Amaechi”.

    Everytime I hear “narrowly” from politicians, I narrowly believe them”.

    The police have launched a probe.

    But this is not about who fired the first shot or who woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It is not about who had the right of way. Nor is it about the failure of intelligence that allowed the clash. Nor the foolishness of those fuelling such animosities that led to the street fight.

    The incident symbolises the low level into which leadership has sunk. We keep crying about the fall in Naira value; how about the fall of all those core values which we used to cherish?

    When leaders pull off their shirts and launch into a brawl right on the street in the full glare of ordinary folks, including the mentally challenged who will be wondering why some well dressed and apparently normal persons should be pummelling themselves,  then we should go back to those basic lessons in leadership.

    How did we lose it? Why are our leaders redefining leadership as a weapon to be acquired at all costs, deployed selfishly for self-preservation and other sinister motives? Why the song, self, self and self?

    The late sage, Chief Obafemi Awolowo, was an all-rounder who surrounded himself with intellectuals and people of ideas. He was studious and reserved. Many years after his departure, his signature remains bold in many areas of our lives, especially education. Most of our leaders today are surrounded by thugs and dubious intellectuals who have sold their souls to the devil.

    Instead of books, we hand our youths okadas and  Keke NAPEP, which are symbols of poverty and the failure of leadership to tackle the menace. Ironically, such tools, which are meant to break the cycle of poverty,  ensure that the cycle remains open.

    It was celebration time in Kano the other day. Governor Abdullahi Umar Ganduje bought N208m noodles, eggs, tea bags, sugar and others to empower mai shai (tea vendors). For how long can this endure? Will tea making now become a state industry and symbol of a hardworking people?

    A journalist once told of how he had a life time chance of meeting Nelson Mandela (of fond memories) for an interview. On the appointed date, he got to the old man’s home. No elaborate security. No metal detectors. No soldiers. No drummers singing the old man’s praise.  He was at the door personally to welcome his guests. The reporter and his photographer joined Mandela in the living room.

    “Where is the third person?” he asks the visitors. “I welcomed three persons.”

    “Oh, my driver. He is in the car,” the reporter replied.

    “Please, bring him in.”

    And  so it was that the driver had the unforgettable experience of being photographed  with Mandela after lunch. He thanked his boss for that chance, which he was sure his family would cherish for ever.

    The boss merely nodded his head. He had learned a great lesson in humility.

    How many of our leaders are humble? How many have Mandela’s forgiving spirit (he was jailed for almost 30 years). Some even deride old age and mock men old enough to be their father.  Some will even say unprintable  things about their own mothers.

    Do our leaders spare a thought for the common man? Their guards kick innocent people off the road for their convoys to move. Their sirens shatter the peace of the environment and create a fake atmosphere of an emergency. If you are unlucky that your vehicle breaks down while a big man is passing through, you are expected to carry the mass of steel on your head or simply disappear and watch your prized vehicle being pushed into the gutter to make way for the oga.

    I always see pictures of many of our so-called leaders taken in offices with book-lined  shelves in the background.   Do they read? If they do, what do they learn? Do they read biographies and autobiographies of legendary figures? Have they ever heard of Mahatma Gandhi and his policy of satyagraha, or non-violence, his love for knowledge, his confidence and resilience?

    What vision do they have for this society? Do they really care about what will be said of them after they must have quit the stage? Are leaders always right? At what point should a leader look back at his followers to see if his actions are truly in accord with the wishes of the people?

    The other day, Imo State Governor Owelle Rochas Okorocha dismissed contemptuously questions about the statue of South African leader Jacob Zuma which he caused to be erected at a fortune in Owerri.

    “I have no apologies,” he was quoted as saying. Such arrogance and insensitivity to public feeling, even when he is right, is no hallmark of a good leader.

    What was meant to immortalise a benefactor and beautify the landscape has turned into an object of ridicule, which many derisively refer to as Zuma’s “erection”.

    How many of our leaders are compassionate? Pensioners are dying and workers are crying to be paid. The huge Paris Club refund and bailout from the Federal Government have not been enough to address the plight of workers who have gone on unpaid for several months.

    Why would a governor divert part of his state’s share into the payment of his mortgage? Why will another throw part of the cash into building a hotel? All this, in a world where Bill Gates and several other men of character are spending their fortune on helping the poor.

    China is a world power today –  largely on account of the vision of its leader Mao Zedong. He rallied the people to challenge Japan during World War II. He planted the seed that has today become an industrial oak tree, feared by many and respected by all, including the United States.

    Britain -and the world – will remember Winston Churchill for his determination, courage and boldness. He led Britain against the Nazi Germany during World War II, teaming up with allies to stop Hitler. That was when Britain  truly deserved to be called “Great”.

    Inspector – General of Police Ibrahim Idris has instituted a probe into the Port Harcourt incident. He should be getting ready for more of such futile exercises, especially as we approach the election year 2019.

    What happens when Oyo State Governor Abiola Ajimobi’s convoy and former Governor Rashidi Ladoja’s head for the same direction; when Ganduje’s and Musa Kwankwaso’s, Willie Obiano’s and Peter Obi’s, Ali Modu Sherriff’s and Kashim Shettima’s clash?

     

    Mugabe: End of a shameful era

    Many Zimbabweans and their friends must be mightily relieved that the Robert Mugabe burden has been lifted off their neck – at last. For 37 years, they endured it all – brigandage, rights abuses, corruption and sheer demagoguery .

    The longest running show of impunity and tyranny stopped yesterday. Mugabe, 93, and his wife Grace  to whom he planned to hand over power were taken into custody after a night of unrest, which was seen as a military coup. But the soldiers insisted it was a “bloodless correction”.

    Mugabe is the typical African dictator – brash, brutal, cocky and arrogant. Famous for off-colour jokes, he is witty and a master of repartee.

    Among the quotes attributed to him are:

    “Dear ladies, if your boyfriend didn’t wish you happy mother’s day or sing Sweet Mother for you, stop breastfeeding him.”

    “If you are ugly, you are ugly. Stop talking about inner beauty because men don’t walk around with X-rays to see inner beauty.”

    “It’s hard to bewitch African girls these days. Every time you take a piece from her hair to the witch doctor, either a Brazilian innocent woman gets mad or a factory in China catches fire.”

    Asked by a journalist when he planned to go, the old man replied brusquely: “Where?”

    Now he knows where.

    May the ranks of the Mugabes of this world continue to shrink.

  • David Attah: Legends don’t die!

    David Attah: Legends don’t die!

    Chief  David Ogaba Attah, a quintessential family man, seasoned journalist, politician of conviction, elder statesman and philosopher-king may have passed on. But for me, he remains a legend and legends don’t die. They simply transmogrify, transfigure to the other divide, where a philosopher calls the great beyond to continue with their service to humanity. This was exactly what Chief Attah believed. He believed in life after death and used every opportunity he had with us here to philosophize on life after death. He enjoined servant leaders for which he was one, to prepare themselves to serve in the hereafter, and I believe, this is exactly what he is currently doing in the great beyond!

    Chief Attah rose from a humble background to national limelight by dint of hard work and creativity. After his primary and secondary education, he sought to seek knowledge like a ‘‘sinking star’’ but had no money to gain university education. He quickly put on his thinking cap and sold his Radiogram to raise money to foot his education at the Ahmedu Bello University, Zaria. To sustain his education to completion, he needed a job and his flair for creative writing made journalism handy at the time. Daily Times engaged him and he started reporting for the powerful Lagos medium while still in the University and held several challenging editorial and non-editorial positions in Daily Times before the then Benue-Plateau State Government poached him to superintend the Jos-based Nigeria Standard Newspaper as General Manager. As one of the earliest professional journalists in Northern Nigeria, he witnessed the first military coup in Kaduna on 15th January, 1966 and interviewed Major Kaduna Nzeogwu on the bloody day.

     After graduation, Chief Attah left Daily Times and was appointed General Manager of Benue-Plateau Publishing Company (BPPC), publishers of Nigeria Standard where he distinguished himself as an archetypal public servant of the 21st Century.

    As General Manager, he had a mission to turn around the newspaper and as events later showed, he exceeded the target set for him by Management. First he proved to the government of the day that journalists were indeed serious people and could be trusted with onerous responsibility as a result of his unalloyed commitment to service as against personal comfort! The first thing he did was to assemble a crack team of journalists to help him turn the Nigeria Standard into one of the best newspapers in Nigeria and the best in Northern Nigeria which he did. To achieve this, the head hunter that Attah was, had to recruit the services of some good hands that have today turned out to be amongst the best brains in the media industry. Top amongst them were Dan Agbese, George Ohemu, Bagudu Hirse, James Ikuve, Innocent Oparadike and a host of other professionals who at various times became editors, publishers, media managers and professors. He also embarked on training and retraining of staff across the cadre which helped to develop the capacity of personnel. His staff capacity building philosophy became handy when he started the expansion of the corporation with the establishment of Sunday Standard; the first Sunday newspaper in Northern Nigeria, not even New Nigeria had a Sunday title at the time. Thereafter, Chief Attah diversified the newspaper to also take care of the comic industry by establishing Pappy Joe, a witty newspaper and perhaps the first of its kind in Nigeria. He also knew early in life that football is a veritable instrument in rebranding a newspaper and established Pen Powers Football Club, which later became JIB Rocks Football Club and later Plateau United Football Club of Jos. The capping stone of Chief Attah’s achievements in the Nigeria Standard was a Ten-Story edifice, the tallest building at the time in Jos, which he built for the organization.  As a reporter with the Sun, I was privileged to interview him on his enviable life and time, and was stunned that rather than take credit for his achievements as typical Nigerians would, Chief Attah would simply attribute the feats to team work!

    Yet his achievements in Jos made him a cynosure of all eyes; anywhere he went he was stealing the show. And since a golden fish, they say has no hiding place, the leadership of the defunct Nigeria Peoples Party (NPP) wooed him to run for the House of Representatives, an election  which he won convincingly in 1979 and represented Ado. He was well respected by the party apparatchik and its leader, the legendary Zik of Africa whom he later had the privilege of chairing his burial committee set up by the Gen Sani Abacha -led Federal Government. Chief Attah was very visible in the green chamber so much so that he nearly became the Speaker but for the ethnic contradictions of the Nigeria state! In the House, he sponsored many bills, moved motions and brought critical issues to the front burner of national discourse. Unfortunately, after his very successful first term, he couldn’t return to the National Assembly in 1984. No thanks to the rigging machine of the National Party of Nigeria (NPN) and the General Muhammed Buhari coup which sacked the second republic!

    In 1984, the then Benue State Government appointed Chief Attah as General Manager of  Nigeria Voice and as usual, he hit the ground running. He inherited a galaxy of young writers like Nats Onoja Agbo, Hingah Biem, Tor Uja, Simon Amase, Joe Nwachukwu, Dan Edogbo Okolo, Bala Dan Abu and a host of others who later rose to the pinnacle of the journalism profession. With a highly motivated staff, he improved the editorial contents of the newspaper. He redesigned the masthead of Nigeria Voice. He introduced Sunday Voice and appointed Hingah Biem as its first Editor. Like Nigeria Standard, the Nigeria Voice newspaper’s editorials were aired on national radio. His accomplishments at the newspaper house endeared him to the then military governor who promptly elevated him to the position of Commissioner for Information. As a parastatal  under his watch, he continued to beef up the Editorial Department of Nigeria Voice with the appointment of editors from within and recruitment of experienced staff like Ochapa Ogenyi, Sebastian Agbinda and Chris Abah etc.

    After Commissionership, he joined others to establish Focus, the first monthly newsmagazine in North Central Nigeria. He was in that venture with Nats Onoja Agbo who was the first Editor, Justice A.P. Anyebe, Professor Erim Ode Erim, Okpe Ojanga and Dr. Gabriel Ankeli. The magazine also had quality contributors like Ogoh Alubo, Sonni Gwanle Tyoden, Erim Ode Erim, Dan Mou and Thomas Amper.

    Chief Attah was in the newspaper venture until 1989 when he returned to politics and pitched tent with the defunct Social Democratic Party (SDP).

    He liked life and lived it to the fullest but in service to humanity. As a man of tradition and culture, he belonged to Owa Izigon,an age grade; he was at home with his people’s tradition and culture, always fond of gracing Ujo new yam festival as well as playing the local draft called Etche in his country home in Igumale, Ado Local Government Area of Benue State.  On one faithful day, he was playing the local draft when armed soldiers stormed the sleepy town looking for him. Igumale instantly wore a mournful look. The locals took to their heels when they sighted the soldiers, fearing that General Sani Abacha who had just seized power as Head of State had ordered his arrest. How wrong were they! Unknown to them, Gen Abacha who first met Chief Attah at NIPS, Kuru, Jos some years earlier wanted Chief Attah to be his Chief Press Secretary.

    The soldiers got him and they travelled on road to Lagos that same day and 24 hours after, Chief Attah was announced as Chief Press Secretary to General Abacha and Igumale came back to life with jubilation! After the demise of General Abacha, he also served as Chief Press Secretary to General Abdulsalaam Abubakar before he again returned to partisan politics and became a founding member of the People’s Democratic Party (PDP).

    But in spite of his loyalty to PDP, a party he heavily invested in, the potentates at the time humiliated him and stopped him from being Benue State Chairman of the party after he was unanimously endorsed as Chairman by Benue South (senatorial district) caucus where the position was zoned to. The decision was taken at a meeting chaired by the then National Chairman of the party, Chief Audu Ogbeh but was thwarted by the then Governor, George Akume! At a period when many Nigeria politicians had become nomadic politicians, changing political parties at will, in search of ‘‘food’’, coupled with his bad treatment by the party, Chief Attah as a politician of conviction remained faithful to the PDP until his death.

    As we lower the remains of Chief Attah to Mother earth on Saturday, August 19, 2017 in Igumale, the best way those of us on this divide could keep his spirit alive is to rededicate ourselves to the selfless service to mankind!

    • Agbo is Special Adviser (Media) to the Governor of Bayelsa State and wrote in via (francisagbo38@gmail.com)
  • ‘Project Fame’ celebrates African legends

    ‘Project Fame’ celebrates African legends

    LAST week, she emerged the first female artiste to ever make the number one spot on the MTV Base Official Naija Top 10, but graceful songstress, Chidinma, is showing signs of not leaving any time soon.

    With the stunning video for E Mi Ni Baller, which was shot by Clarence Peters, in this week’s episode, DJ Neptune joins VJ Ehis in the studio to run through the week’s top bosses in the Naija music scene on the Official Naija Top 10.

    D’Banj moves into number 2 spot with Don’t Tell Me Nonsense while P-Square’s Personally drops one place to number 4, giving way for Burna Boy who moves up one place to number 3 with Run My Race.

    Staying put are Timaya at number 6 with Ekoloma Demba and DJ Xclusive at number 5 with No Time.

    The Official Naija Top 10, powered by Star Music, is put together by a panel of judges comprising Nigerian broadcasters, music specialists and tastemakers, working with MTV Base to pick the winners and losers in the week’s chart. On the panel are Onos Ovueraye, DJ Humility, DJ Jimmy Jatt, DJ Xclusive, Big Time, DJ Caise, Toolz and Osagie Alonge of Nigerian Entertainment Today.

  • Greg Etafia joins PSL legends

    Greg Etafia joins PSL legends

    IT IS unusual for a foreign goalkeeper to spend a decade at a club.

    That is a feat Nigerian goalkeeper, Greg Etafia, has achieved at Premier Soccer League (PSL) side, Moroka Swallows.

    Soweto has been the home of Etafia since August 2002 after arriving from Nigerian side, Plateau United as a teenager to replace former Nigerian international, Idah Peterside.

    Etafia, who was Nigeria’s first-choice goalkeeper at the football event of the Sydney 2000 Olympic Games, has not only spent a decade at PSL side, Moroka Swallows, but is set to hit a legendary figure in the PSL history.

    Although he played for only two clubs in Nigeria, Etafia has become a one-club player in the PSL.

    It is a remarkable achievement for a goalkeeper.

    With 299 starts for the “Beautiful Birds,” the former U-17 and U-23 goalkeeper will join Bidvest Wits midfielder, Tinashe Nengomasha, as the only second player still active in the Premiership to reach the milestone of 300 games for one club, if he takes to the field against Bloemfontein Celtic, today.

    Etafia becomes the second Nigerian after former Flying Eagles goalkeeper, Willy Okpara, who achieved the feat at Orlando Pirates.

    Okpara, who won the CAF Champions League with Pirates in 1995 is now a goalkeeper coach at the club.

  • A farewell to two legends

    A farewell to two legends

    What can anyone say now about Justice Kayode Eso and Dr Olusola Saraki, both recently deceased, that has not been said with greater eloquence and insight by persons who knew them closely?

    I met Eso only once, at the Third Obafemi Awolowo Foundation Dialogue, in 1995. His paper for the colloquium, which had as its theme: “Nigeria: In Search of Leadership,” was the product of a supple mind versed in the liberal arts, and an erudite piece of expository composition withal.

    Eso’s career on the Bench was marked by judicial activism. But it was activism informed by the noblest ideals – to humanise the Constitution, to enlarge rather than constrict human freedom, and to make the law an instrument of citizen empowerment, not subjugation. He never flinched from raising his learned and resonant voice against governmental acts that were inconsistent with the Constitution or were carried out in disregard of the extant law or the rule of law.

    Two cases are usually cited in support of this summation.

    The first centred on the one Justice Eso himself called “the mystery gun man” in his engaging memoir — the gunman who sneaked into the studios of Radio Nigeria, in Ibadan, and ordered the staffers to replace a taped recording by Premier Ladoke Akintola already on air with another one pouring abuse and scorn on Akintola and his lawless “Demo” Administration.

    Wole Soyinka, a militant opponent of the regime, was arrested and arraigned before the Ibadan High Court, in Ibadan, Justice Eso presiding, for the armed intrusion. Prosecution witnesses contradicted themselves on key points. One said the gunman was bearded; another said he was clean-shaven.

    Eso dismissed the prosecution’s case. Ordinarily, no judge should be praised for abiding by his oath of office. But Akintola’s Western Nigeria was no ordinary place. A regime that came to power by usurpation preserved itself by the most brazen subversion of law and process. Those who did not fall in line stood to be humiliated and hounded out of the system. And many were the judges who dutifully fell in line.

    Not Eso.

    For his fidelity to the law and to his judicial oath, Eso was transferred to Akure, then a provincial backwater. Today, we can only speculate how a finding of guilty would have changed the trajectory of the life of the no-longer-mysterious gunman and, for that matter, that of literary history.

    The second case stemmed from the outcome of the 1979 Presidential election that was supposed to inaugurate a new democratic order in Nigeria after 13 years of unbroken military rule. To be declared winner, a candidate must secure a majority of the popular vote, plus a majority of the votes cast in at least 12 and two thirds of the nation’s 19 states.

    The leading candidate, Shehu Shagari, won the majority of votes in only 12 states. Then, cardsharpers for the NPN, led by Richard Akinjide (SAN), inveigled the electoral umpires into declaring Shagari the victor on the ground that he had won the majority of the votes in 12 states, plus one quarter of the votes in two-thirds of a13th, thus satisfying a literal interpretation of the electoral law that had never been canvassed, namely, that two-thirds of 19 states translates into12 states plus two thirds of a 13th state.

    Holding that the law could never contemplate an absurdity, that what the law states is exactly what it means, the Supreme Court nevertheless went on to consecrate a legal absurdity.

    By what alchemy could a state with defined geographic borders and a juristic person to boot be transmuted into two-thirds of a state? When was the state divided into three equal parts for the purpose of ascertaining one quarter of the votes cast in two of its three constituent parts? Which law provided for this curious expedient?

    These were the questions that rang through Justice Eso’s robust dissent which, Professor Ben Nwabueze said in his majestic 2005 Justice Kayode Eso Lecture at the Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile Ife, should have been the court’s opinion. Nwabueze’s endorsement is all the more remarkable, considering that he was rooting for Shagari to become president

    But Eso’s judicial activism extended beyond these cases.

    There was his famous pronouncement that the Lagos State Government committed “executive lawlessness” when it evicted former Biafran leader Emeka Odumegwu-Ojukwu from his residence while determination of the ownership of the property was pending before the courts. There was the Adewumi case, in which he voided an edict of the military governor of Oyo State on the ground that only a decree of the Federal Military Government could override those portions of the Constitution that were operative.

    Whether writing the lead judgment, concurring or dissenting, under military rule no less than under civilian rule, Eso insisted on maintaining a proper balance between the powers assigned to the Federal Government and those granted to the states by the Constitution. He sought to free the courts from technicalities that valued form over substance.

    May his great example endure.

    Olusola Saraki had already made his name and fortune in Lagos, where he ran a chain of clinics patronized largely by employees of government parastatals and private sector companies before he entered national politics to vie for the NPN presidential ticket in the First Republic. I saw him frequently at Lagos and Abuja airports, but never up close.

    His preparation for the career move was vintage Saraki. He set up a state-of-the-art bakery in Ilorin, which flooded the city and environs with its delicious loaves and sold them below cost, undercutting Mafarosere bread, which had been a reliable staple in the community for decades, subsequently forcing it out of business.

    The Saraki bakery would collapse not long thereafter, but its proprietor had endeared himself to the public. He dispensed favours small and large to just about anyone who could show up in the right place or at the right time.

    He failed in his bid to clinch the NPN ticket for the presidency, but ended up as Senate Majority Leader.More importantly, he helped ensure victory in the Kwara gubernatorial election for his candidate.

    Since then, nobody has become governor of Kwara or attained significant federal office on the Kwara quota without his imprimatur.. He would install you in the office, but if you failed to keep your end of the bargain, he took you out. Not for nothing did they call him “the strongman of Kwara politics.” He made and unmade.

    Remember Adamu Attah, and Mohammed Alabi Lawal? Ask Shaba Lafiagi.

    Only when Saraki sought to install his daughter as state governor, to succeed his son Bukola who had held the office for the two consecutive terms permitted by law did he run into a communal brick wall. Even he could not turn the conservative tide of Kwara politics.

    The remarkable thing is that Saraki dominated Kwara politics so comprehensively and for so long without espousing any ideology or even what might be called a para-ideology; without any set of ideas that could be distilled into a framework for good governance and development.

    He made no memorable speeches, wrote no books, set up no institutions. His Société Général Bank collapsed in insolvency.

    Yet, when Saraki died, Kwara State went into deep mourning, and so did his political family and the countless beneficiaries of his munificence across the nation. The day he was buried, Ilorin and environs stood still. Persons of consequence and aspirants to that status gathered from all over Nigeria to pay their last respects, with the former military president General, Ibrahim Babangida, revealing that he had learned not a few political lessons from Himself the Oloye.

    He had little in common with the grassroots; yet he was the quintessential grassroots politico.

    Truly, this was a man of the people, and of his clime.