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  • Is this the reform they promised?

    If there are still lingering pretences about what is left of the restructuring of the electricity sector under the so-called Power Sector Reform Act 2005, two developments which emerged from the 18th Monthly Power Sector Stakeholders Meeting hosted by Kano Electricity Distribution Company (KEDCO) may have finally sealed it. Not only did the outcome finally lay bare the bad faith of the government and its attendant hollow posturing as an impartial umpire in the process to midwife change in the sector, it also exposed the farce packaged as the liberalization.

    I start with the approval by the Federal Government of the tidy sum of N39 billion as loan to Electricity Distribution Companies (DISCOs) for the supply of meters. On this, the minister would have us know that the gesture was part of power sector recovery programme aimed at ensuring that every consumer of electricity is provided with a meter. That ordinarily seems fine except that the government needed not treat the firms as another parastatal of the government subject to period bailouts. What then is the essence of privatization if after formally relieving the federal government of the burden of funding and operating the anaemic entities, the same government still has to make back door financial accommodation to keep them in business? And for how long?

    The second is the strange announcement by Minister Babatunde Fashola that the federal government “will not oppose the wishes of electricity consumers that are willing to pay for meters from their distribution companies based on agreement between both parties as endorsed by the power sector regulator”. He claimed that he had “been receiving several requests from the Discos that their customers still wanted to pay for meters”.

    Permit me to quote the minister extensively: “Please recall that government had in the past attempted to intervene in meter supply through CAPMI, which ultimately I decided we should wind down because of the distrust and disaffection it was creating between consumers and Discos with government caught in the middle with numerous petitions by customers who paid for meters that were not delivered within the approved time.

    “Some Discos have come back to say that their customers still want to pay for meters and they can reach agreements with them on how to pay for it. Government will not stand in the way of such an agreement. It is consistent with the intent of privatization envisioned by the Electric Power Sector Reform Act or at least it does not violate the Act.”

    And in what appears like a bid to take out the sting out of the abdication, the minister added: “What I will reiterate is that the Discos have the obligation to meter customers because they are the ones who charge for electricity which must be measured. If the customers and the Discos reach an agreement between themselves, where the customer assumes the responsibility of the Disco of his own free will and NERC sanctions this agreement, then so be it.

    “The difference between this kind of agreement and CAPMI is that it is not a government initiative. However, through NERC, government will monitor and regulate to ensure that Discos do not use this as an excuse to abdicate their responsibility to provide meters.”

    The minister, a lawyer and Senior Advocate of Nigeria to boot, may feel entitled to his play on words or even seek to rewrite the rule books on power sector restructuring in whatever way that suits him; what he is not entitled to is the attempt to pull the wool on the eyes of the citizens.

    A quick recap of the exercise – that has since turned the mother of all deceptions – would help here. Nigerians will recall the story of how the power sector got stunted under successive nomenclatures – from ECN to National Electricity Power Authority – NEPA and of course, to the transitional holding company, the Power Holdings Company of Nigeria (PHCN); the years of corruption and under-investment that took the sector to the nadir, and how the efforts by successive governments to improve the situation yielded no respite leaving the country with a miserable 4,000MW of power generation, a broken transmission grid and a hopelessly incompetent distribution chain after some 130 years after the  first public power plants opened for business and 66 years after Electricity Corporation of Nigeria came into being via an Act of parliament.

    Flip over to the Power Sector Reform Act 2005 – the anchor for arguably the most ambitious attempt to restructure the electricity sector since independence. From the go, the exercise, as advertised, was designed to mobilize funds and expertise from the private sector, to modernize, upgrade its systems to deliver world class service. Twelve years on, the verdict is one of a dream aborted – whether of the much needed injection of requisite capital or of new technologies to turn things around, or of basic service delivery as one would imagine under a private sector, it has been an unmitigated disaster. Today, the story across the board is that things have fared worse than when the sector was under government control.  From the gas infrastructure that has remained shambolic to the antediluvian transmission lines right up to the patently anaemic Discos, it is increasingly difficult to find any redeeming feature on an exercise on which the country has staked much faith.

    Even for something as ordinary as the demand by the electricity consumer for meters to enable them pay only for what they consume, the government had to broker accommodation for the Discos through the so-called Credited Advance Payment for Metering Initiative (CAPMI) which allowed customers to pay for electricity meters through their respective Discos. Ironically, the exercise was bungled by the same Discos due essentially to their inability to supply the meters after payments were made. This was what made the minister to direct the regulator to wind up the programme in April last year. The mother of all ironies is that the same Discos that could not meet that basic obligation under government direct oversight are now being promoted by Minister Fashola as the guarantor of the public good and this under a novel notion of best practices.

    While I have written a lot about the botching of the power reform; of the abiku discos that would rather feast on our misery than give us light, and the inept regulator terribly out of depth with the breathtaking developments in the sector. What no one could have bargained for, at least from a government that rode into office on a banner of change is the latest act of surrender to a bunch of inept but no less, extortionate service providers. Talk about turning cycle – under the ancien regime, the electricity consumer is more often than not not, known to have supplied service cables, transformers and other vital materials. Today, we are apparently back to the same starting block where the consumer is being asked to provide supplementary capital to enable our much touted messiahs provide us meters. It seems only a matter of time before the electricity consumer is once again enlisted into the business of providing transformers, cables, couplings – and don’t rule it out – voluntary labour – by the their government.

    Whenever it happens – as I am sure it will somehow do at some point – at least we know who to thank.

  • He promised me paradise,  but all I got was hell! (4)

    He promised me paradise, but all I got was hell! (4)

    Continued from last week…..

    Then, abruptly, he flung me against the wall and I slid to the floor. I must have fainted for when I woke up, I found myself on a hospital bed. A nurse, who was standing by the bed, looked relieved on seeing me awake.

    “Thank God, you have regained consciousness. We have been so worried about you. Let me get the doctor,” she stated, before hurrying out of the room.

    It was from the doctor I heard the horrible news, that my baby, who had arrived prematurely had died.

    “We kept him in an incubator since he was premature but it was no use. He lived for just a few hours,” he said in a sad tone. I turned my face to the wall, hot tears steaming down my face, feeling too drained and weak to even cry out.

    Just then, some of my family members came into the room, their expressions shifting from looks of joy at my regaining consciousness and sadness at my baby’s death. My Dad, stepmother and my brother Mike stood round the bed, looking down at me.

    “I’m so glad you are back with us, my daughter. You are very precious to me and I can’t afford to lose you,” said my Dad as he took my hand in his. He looked grim when I quietly narrated what had happened with my husband that had led to my being hospitalized.

    “I know it’s painful to lose your baby but though the water might have spilt, the vessel is still intact; it’s not broken. As for that husband of yours, just leave him to me. I know what to do to him. Don’t worry about him. Your health is what matters now. So, focus on getting better and everything will be alright,” he reassured me. ”

    But will it, I thought glumly after they had gone to see the doctor. Will things ever be the same again between Kel and I after what had happened. I shuddered, remembering the fight at home, the crazy look in his eyes as he held my throat so tightly. What if he had strangled me to death that night? It was a miracle that I was alive but that fact brought me little joy. All I could think about was losing my baby and I blamed Kel for that.

    I heard he had been coming to the hospital all the time I was unconscious and had been so worried about me. But I did not care; I did not want to see him and I told the nurses attending to me not to allow him near my room.

    Later, I fell into a deep sleep and woke up to the sound of loud voices outside the door of my room. I could make out my husband, Kel’s voice among them. He was telling the nurses to allow him in to see me as it was his right as my husband.

    “She’s my wife! You can’t stop me from seeing her! What kind of crazy hospital is this? I will definitely let the CMD hear about this!” he threatened.

    “Sir, we are just following instructions. It’s better you go back and return when she’s in a better frame of mind,” the nurse told him but he was not ready to budge. Though still feeling weak and with pains, I managed to get out of the bed and made for the door. I stood there silently for a while watching the argument between Kel and the nurses.

    “What have you come to do now? Finish the ‘work’ you started at home?” I queried, my voice seeping with anger.

    They all turned to me then.

    “Ah, baby, how are you feeling now? Are you alright?” he asked, a worried look on his face. One of the nurses bustled up to me and stated firmly:

    “Madam, you are not strong enough to be walking around yet. Go back to bed. It’s time to take your drugs. Lie down and Nurse Mary will attend to you.”

    “Just tell him to stay away from me. I don’t want to see him,” I said as I laid on the bed.

    ***

    About a week later, I was discharged from the hospital. Instead of heading home however, Mike drove me down to our parents’ house. I did not want to go home, at least not yet. I needed space and time to recover fully both physically and mentally, before seeing my husband again. I was to remain there for the next three months despite Kel’s pleading for forgiveness and for me to return home.

    He also sent his relatives to plead with my Dad and I. My father who was really angry with Kel at his behaviour, was even more against my going back to my husband, stating that if he had killed me that night of the fight, ‘would they be here begging for me to return to him?’

    “I gave my daughter to your son to love and care for her, not kill her for me. I lost her mother to illness some years ago. I don’t want anything to happen to her. So, warn your son! He should learn to control his temper as a man,” he told them.

    After some time though, my Dad relented. By then, my anger with my husband had subsided and I was ready for a reconciliation. Truth is, I loved my husband very much and I was ready to work on my marriage to make it succeed.

    On the eve of departure for my marital home, my Dad had a long talk with me.

    “My dear daughter, as you are going back to your husband, I want you to put what has happened behind you and forge on. Marriage is not a bed of roses; anyone that says otherwise is simply lying. It’s full of challenges, you just have to learn to weather them. Be patient with your husband and do not provoke him to anger that might result in violence like what happened the last time. Your husband has shown enough remorse and I believe there won’t be a repeat of the last incident. Be a good and loving wife to him and he will cherish you,” my father advised.

     

    ***

    Soon, I returned home and life went on as usual. The only difference was Kel, who now treated me so carefully like an egg that could break if handled roughly. He later confessed that he thought he was going to lose me when I was lying unconscious in the hospital.

    “I couldn’t sleep for days or eat. I prayed like I had never done in my life. I was so scared you might die,” he stated.

    “As you can see, I’m still alive and well,” I said, smiling.

    He laughed then made a solemn promise never to lay a finger on me again.

    “Never again, darling. I promise never to hit you or cause you pain,” he said before drawing me close and kissing me passionately.

    That promise lasted exactly six months. Then it was back to the old Kel. He would slap or hit me whenever we had any argument. With time, he grew more controlling and dictated what I could and not do.

    I work in a government parastatal and I usually closed from work officially around 5 o’clock. But sometimes, extra work would keep me in the office an hour later. I was home late on such days and it was a bone of contention between us.

    “Why can’t you be home early like other civil servants? What do you do in that office after closing? Or are you having an affair? Are you now cheating on me? Answer me!” he demanded angrily one evening on getting home later than him.

    “Kel, how can you say that? You know I will never do that! It was the traffic that made me late,” I explained. But he was still furious and kept on talking about what he termed ‘these so called sophisticated career city women who run around with other men and cheat on their husbands.’

    “If I ever catch you having an affair behind my back, I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” he warned. I kept my cool and did not say a word further to maintain the peace.

     

    The other woman…

    Then, I got pregnant again and this time, I was determined to keep this baby. Kel was happy at the news though later, that changed to anger when I stopped sleeping with him. I had taken the decision to keep my pregnancy safe, to avoid another miscarriage.

    “You do this all the time, denying me my rights! Of what use are you to me, anyway? Or your family? You and your crazy family are completely useless!” he raved. I ignored him and went to sleep in the spare room to avoid a quarrel and possibly another beating.

    He did not bother me about the issue for sometime and I thought he had agreed with me to cool off from sex for a while.

    Unknown to me, he had other plans. I came home one Saturday evening from a visit to my friend Trina to see my husband laughing and talking with a lady in the sitting room. I had never seen her before and wondered who she was.

    “Oh, here you are dear. This is Clarissa, a very good friend of mine. We knew each other back in the States; she’s in the country for a visit and she will be staying with us for a while,” he stated. I greeted her then turned to my husband and motioned for him to follow me to our bedroom.

    “Kel, what is the meaning of this? How can you just bring a guest home without informing me about it?” I queried sharply.

    “So, now I have to take permission from you before inviting my friends home?” he countered.

    “That’s not what I mean. You should have told me she was coming maybe yesterday so I can make preparations. It’s wrong for you to simply bring her home without telling me, your wife beforehand,” I replied.

    “Thank God you know your place, that you are my wife and not my mother. You have no right to question me about this issue. Instead of standing there babbling, go and get the guest room ready. She’s tired after the journey and she needs to rest,” he ordered. I was ready to argue with him on the matter but remembered my father’s words just in time and decided to keep my cool for the sake of peace.

    That was how Clarissa came into our lives. She brought with her a new set of problems to add to the ones I was already battling with. She was the lazy type who did no house chores and expected to be served everything. Even in my condition, she never offered to help with the cleaning, cooking and other chores around the house but left everything to me. All she did all day was paint her nails and face, style her long weave and wear all kinds of skimpy and provocative clothes both at home and while going out. Then, there was her drinking and smoking habits which I found particularly irritating.

    Kel did not see anything wrong with her smoking in the house and told me to stop complaining about it.

    “Stop whining, woman! She’s our guest. Learn to live with her, bad habits and all,” he said.

    I endured, praying she would leave us soon. Then, two weeks after her unexpected arrival, I came home early from work one day as I had a bad headache. The front door was unlocked and as I stepped into the house, I could hear sounds like loud moans from the direction of our bedroom.

    I opened the door and…

    To be continued

     

    Don’t miss the concluding part of Jessica’s tale next Saturday

     

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    Names have been changed to protect the identity of Jessica, her husband and other individuals in the story

  • He promised me paradise, but all I got was hell! (3)

    He promised me paradise, but all I got was hell! (3)

    KEL came back from work one day, looking very sad. When I asked him what the problem was, he was silent for sometime, not saying anything.

    “Honey, what’s wrong? You have been so quiet since you came home. You barely answered my greeting,” I said when I followed him to the bedroom.

    “There’s no problem,” he said brusquely, taking off his shirt and going into the bathroom. Later, after he had eaten and was relaxing in front of the TV he opened up a bit, stating that it was some issues he had in the office that was bothering him.

    “We lost a huge IT contract to a rival company and my Chairman is mad at everybody,” he said.

    “That’s too bad, dear. Don’t worry too much about it. I bet another one will come,” I said reassuringly. I went to sit besides him on the couch and cuddled up to him, placing my head on his shoulder.

    “Thanks, love. I felt really bad because we put in so much effort for us to get the job, but all was in vain,” Kel stated glumly.

    “As I said, everything will be alright. God will provide another one,” I said. We watched a popular soap opera on TV for a while before retiring to bed.

    Due to the experience I had with my last pregnancy, I was very careful this time around. I avoided things that might pose as a risk such as doing strenuous things like the doctor advised.

    That night in bed, when my husband reached for me, I pushed him away gently, giving the baby as an excuse. By then, I was about five months pregnant.

    It did not go down well with Kel who grumbled about being denied his marital rights.

    “This is the second time you are pushing me away this week. How long will you stop me from making love to you?” he said irritatingly.

    “It’s for the sake of the baby, Kel. I don’t want to lose this one too,” I explained.

    “Excuses, excuses! That’s all you ever give,” he grumbled. He turned his back on me and soon I could hear him snoring softly.

    The contract

    About three months later, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Kel came home from work. He was earlier than usual and I could see a glint in his eyes that he normally had when he had great news to tell.

    It turned out his company was involved in a bidding for a contract with a major Telecoms outfit in the country.

    “It’s the same company where your Uncle Thomas is a director,” he announced. Uncle Thomas was one of my late mother’s brothers. He was quite wealthy and had been very good to my siblings and I after our Mum’s death.

    “That’s good. I pray you will win this one. God will use this contract to compensate for the last one you lost,” I prayed.

    “Thanks for your prayers, dear. But we also need your Uncle’s support to facilitate things for us,” he said.

    “What do you mean?” I asked.

    He shrugged.

    “Well, since he is one of the directors, we could ask him to put in a word for my company; that will definitely give us an edge over our competitors,” he said.

    I shook my head before stating:

    “I don’t think it’s a good idea. You know how Uncle Thomas is; he is a very strict and straight forward man and likes following the proper procedures when doing things especially when it comes to official matters. Remember what happened to Mike,” I stated. Mike was one of my brothers who had applied for a job in my Uncle’s company along with other applicants to fill some vacancies. Despite Uncle Thomas’s position in the company, Mike did not get the job, much to his annoyance. Later, on being asked why his nephew had failed to secure the job, my uncle had explained that he did not perform up to the required standard the company demanded.

    ‘The fact that he is my nephew is not an automatic license for his getting a job in the company. He failed in the interview. Period,’ he had told me back then.

    “So, dear, I don’t think you should put too much hope on my uncle for his assistance. The best thing is to ensure your company puts in a strong bid and with luck on your side, you will win the contract,” I said.

    But Kel still persisted on going through Uncle Thomas, stating that the contract was too important to leave to chance.

    “We really need to win this contract. The Chairman has given us a mandate to do all it takes to win it and if that includes seeing your uncle over it, then we have to do that. He has even promised to make me the M.D of the company if we clinch the contract. You know the present M.D will be leaving us soon. So, dear, let’s meet Uncle Thomas, ok?”

    I was still not convinced but not to make it look as if I did not want to help, I conceded to his demand.

    ***

    As I had predicted, Uncle Thomas was unwilling to involve himself in the bidding process, stating ethical reasons.

    “We have foreign affiliations and our bidding process follows the high standards of our foreign partners. So, I cannot influence it. Besides, I believe in fairplay for all the parties involved in the bid. Jessica, you should have explained the situation to your husband, that it’s something I can’t do. If you are lucky to win the bid, then I can help with facilitating payment of the money or anything to do with the execution of the contract. But till then, all I can do is wish you goodluck,” he said with finality.

    Kel was unhappy with my Uncle’s stance, believing it was selfish on his part not to assist him, his niece’s husband.

    I tried to pacify him, stating that his company might get the job considering the strong bid they had put in. Unfortunately, my optimism was misplaced. Kel’s company lost the bid to a rival. That evening when he came home from work, he looked furious and barely acknowledged my greeting on entering the house.

    He blamed the loss of the contract on my uncle, pointing out that if he had put in a little effort on his behalf, the contract would have been theirs.

    “Your Uncle is such a wicked person. A simple thing to do to help a family member is too much for him. What kind of man is that? Selfish bastard!” he stated angrily.

    I took exception to his calling my uncle names over a matter that he had no control over and when I told Kel that, he got even angrier. This led to a full blown quarrel between us, one of the biggest quarrels since our marriage.

    “Stop blaming my Uncle for your failure! There was nothing he could do about the bid and he explained it to you. The man is innocent. And stop calling him names! He’s not your mate, remember?” I said equally angry.

    “So, are you now calling me a failure? How dare you!” he shouted at me. He then slapped me and grabbed my neck in a vice choke. I tried to scream, struggling to extricate myself from his grip but it was nearly impossible as he was much stronger than me.

    Then, abruptly, he flung me against the wall and I slid to the floor. I must have fainted for when I woke up, I was in…

    To be continued…

     

    What next? Details next Saturday!

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    Names have been changed to protect the identity of Jessica, her husband and other individuals in the story.

    Names have been changed to protect the identity of Jessica and other individuals in the story.

  • Suleja bombing: ‘Suspects promised 72 virgins each’

    An Army officer yesterday told the Federal High Court in Abuja that four suspects of the Suleja bombing were promised 72 virgins each as incentives.

    The officer, whose name was not given for security reasons, was testifying in the suit filed by the State Security Service (SSS) against the six accused Suleja/Madalla bomb attack.

    He testified in his evidence-in-chief that the information was contained in a cell phone confiscated from the suspects when they were arrested at Gumel Junction, Kachia, Kaduna State.

    The suspects are: Salisu Ahmed, Umar Babagana-Umar, Mohammed Ali and Musa Adam.

    The News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) reports that Umar Ibrahim and Shuaibu Abubakar are also on trial for alleged multiple bombings and killings in Suleja and Madalla, both in Niger State.

    He explained that four mobile phones were ceased from the suspects.

    The witness also said one of the mobile phones carried the promise of incentives and the secret code to arrange and detonate an explosive.

    NAN reports that the witness read the first message from a cell phone: “Do a deed by which Allah, by His grace and mercy, will save you from the punishment of the grave and a dangerous bridge with a speed of light.

    “He will save you from the greatest fear and save you from Hell fire. Seventy members of your family shall marry you 72 virgins in Paradise, Allah will give you a crown of respect, which even the Prophet will be impressed with.

    “He will keep your soul in the green birds of Paradise and your wish to return to the world and die as he died because of the good blessings and reward you after such noble last deed.

    “I pray for you to do such a noble deed.”

    The witness read the second message: “Breast swelling cap clous 500 qds, tap flag.”

    Addressing the court, the witness said: “I suspect this second message could be a code to arrange and detonate the Improvised Explosive Device (IED) material in their possession.”

    He explained that another mobile phone contained the picture of the late Boko Haram leader, Mohammed Yusuf, and three blindfold persons carrying AK47 rifles.

    The witness said the suspects were arrested on July 28, 2011, in Kachia, on their way to Kaduna, where Vice-President Namadi Sambo and other dignitaries were to attend a sporting function on July 29 at the township stadium.

    Mr Emeka Okoro, the counsel to the accused, applied for a short adjournment to enable him to assess the officer’s statement, which was not before the court.

    Justice Bilkisu Aliyu adjourned the cross-examination of the witness till December 6.