Tag: Trumps

  • Osun: hubris trumps hubris

    In Osun, hubris just trumped hubris — alleged arrogance of performance, trumping bumbling hedonism, venality and vanity.

    It was an ultra-close call — and it wasn’t pretty!

    Up till the last second, the wide and merry way to Ekiti, Ayo Fayose’s Ekiti, was beckoning — satanic allure, charm, magic, force and all.

    But as in Ekiti, Osun’s escape came from the Biblical rejected stone; which became the crucial pillar, in Gboyega Oyetola’s win.

    Dayo Adeyeye, a run-away progressive, in Ekiti, nicked the Kayode Fayemi encore.

    Imagine what could have happened, had Adeyeye not broken ranks with Fayose, thus exiting with the bulk of his Ise-Orun votes?

    In Osun, it was the much vilified Iyiola Omisore that made the difference.  Whatever his controversial political biography, history would record his critical support, which tilted the scale, when it mattered most.

    Otherwise?  Like Fayose’s Ekiti, Ademola Adeleke would have vaulted Osun right back into the Stone Age.

    Or how would you fancy a 58-year old, that flunked his school certificate examination in 1981, but is linked to an alleged examination forgery in 2017, for the same O’ Level certificate, even as a sitting senator of the Federal Republic, gunning for a South West governorship in 2018?

    What people vote such a persona, and hope all would be well?  That is the depth of Osun’s narrow escape, with less than 500 votes — the closest in Nigerian gubernatorial election history!

    Still, like Ekiti, which plumbed the Fayose debacle, the Omisore intervention may yet prove very costly — except both sides strictly stick to the terms of their deal.  But more on that presently.

    The Osun see-saw is clearly a grim metaphor of acute retardation in Yoruba political thinking.  In a South West that prides itself unrepentantly progressive, basking in the infallibility of the Obafemi Awolowo vision, a reactionary incubus is setting in — and its long shadow seems getting longer by the day.

    In 1999, an Ademola Adeleke candidacy, in any South West state, would have been the butt of derision, to be furiously guillotined on Election Day.  Yet, an Osun of 2018 nearly saw a headless dancer, that articulated near-nothing, almost coasting home to victory.

    But give it to the Yoruba conservatives.  In their desperation for election wins, they don’t mind throwing any jerk at the electorate.  That is why the Osun PDP would look over an Akin Ogunbiyi, and pick an Ademola Adeleke.

    Fayose was governmental poison, sugar-coated and packaged as stomach infrastructure champion.  But  Adeleke’s paralyzing profile, of a gubernatorial vacuum, appears even worse than Fayose’s infantile tomfoolery.

    That should plumb an all-time low — at least, in the Yoruba South West.

    Yet, all that seemed not to matter.  The Afenifere, in Omisore’s Social Democratic Party (SDP), seemed ready to cut a deal with Adeleke, ideological warts, barrenness and all.  At that fatal moment, their ancestral feud with Bola Tinubu triumphantly trumped their fealty to Awo’s developmental ideology!

    It took an Omisore, pariah in good times, comrade in grudge times, to puncture their delusory ballon; and show a far keener sense, of both history and posterity.

    Long before, much of the South West media had turned livid with scalding, plebeian hate, against a sitting governor; and profaned the public trust in their care, with personal hostility; and institutional rascality and vendetta.

    No thanks to this rabid hysteria, from an otherwise respectable society turned so despicable in their professional misconduct, outgoing Governor Rauf Aregbesola, had become the devil-in-chief, fit for severe roasting.

    Yet, compare and contrast to neighbouring Ekiti, and the callous conspiracy would appear clear.

    Even on the skewed passion on salary defaults — a pan-Nigeria crisis fraudulently shaped as exclusive Osun “wickedness” — proclaim Aregbesola guilty as charged.  Yet, did Ekiti’s Fayose who, in his cheap theatrics, had earlier joined in the Aregbe roasting, do better?

    Now, contrast Fayose’s parlous infrastructure re-stock to Aregbesola’s record, in futuristic roads, bridges and eye-popping schools, among others.

    Which of the two would history remember to have dug deep and made a brilliant difference, even at a time of acute adversity?

    It is eerie, indeed, that Osun’s September 22 election nearly repeated history, ironically at the dawn of an earlier epochal developmental push, in the old Western Region.

    The great Awo had launched the free primary education programme.  But some elite back then, as some Osun elite now, thumbed down the project, in a blitz of fearsome propaganda, led by the opposition National Council of Nigerian Citizens (NCNC).

    The next federal elections, Awo’s Action Group (AG) lost — and urban Ilesa and Ife, proudly NCNC bastions, gloried in the AG loss.  On September 22, most of Ijesa, urban or rural, would have gloated over an APC loss, just as urban Ife went SDP.

    But whatever the present hurts, just like the great Awo, history would be far kinder to Aregbesola.

    He has put in place quality infrastructure to make the next set of Osun youths very competitive, via quality education.  He has also laid a solid infrastructural foundation that, if continued, could, in a short time, vault Osun from the puddle of “civil service state”.

    Moreover, he more than any politician of his generation, has demonstrated fierce fealty to South West integration, as a key engine of Nigeria’s re-federalization.

    Awo would later call his electoral loss, for doing the right thing, “eebu d’ola” (insult-turned-praise).  For his developmental work in Osun, across many strata of society, Aregbesola’s swan song won’t be much different.

    But that doesn’t, in any way, suppose he didn’t make his own mistakes.  He did.  Not a few, friend or foe, would continue to pepper him for leading his party from a near-thumping majority in 2014, to a cliff-hanging win in 2018, aside from a net-loss in his native Ijesaland.  Still, it could have been worse!

    That takes the discourse back to Alhaji Oyetola, the governor-elect.  If it were a parliamentary poll, the Osun mandate would birth a “hung parliament”, with neither government nor opposition having a clear mandate.

    That just shows the ultra-tight rope Oyetola has to walk; and somewhat maintain a delicate balance.  It is good he has pledged an all-inclusive government, driven by mass consultation.

    On immediate expediencies, he must consummate, to the letter, the Omisore deal.  Otherwise, he risks an election-time ally turn an implacable foe.

    Besides, such unconsummated deals, in Ekiti, gave Ayo Fayose political resurrection, that almost doomed all Ekiti to collective death.  To boot, it also turned Omisore against the Adelekes, when it mattered most, after their Osun West collaborative senatorial triumph.

    But on no account should Osun’s developmental strides be halted: the school feeding programme and other social safety net schemes, road infrastructure and futuristic schools — within budgetary limits of course.

    That is the hard road to gubernatorial greatness — beyond the short-term lure of belly politics.

  • Love Trumps All

    Someone says his valentine is his dog: it never disappoints him, never empties his pocket and never asks for dates, flowers or divorce. And I say, that cheap dog!

    Its February again, the month of love or as my friend calls it, rrrooooove. This is the season when we once again remember love, sorry, rrrooooove. To show love, we remember flowers (ugh?), chocolates (come again?!), romance (mmmm!), etc., and that most memorable dinner (rapid eye blink, blink, blink!) when the man takes the girl out and spends his hard-earned money to impress the girl of his starry eyes! It is the season for celebrating romantic love, crushes, gushes, and all the flip-flops of our inconstant hearts.

    Do you know that there are some people who have a different valentine every year? Imagine that now; having to take a different girl out to dinner every year or as a girl, being taken to dinner every year by a different man. Some people have no hobby or what?! It sounds like a good way to fight monotony though. It is also a good way to get to know the whole town. Anyway, I am here to wish you a happy valentine period; and also to let you know that I know a very good restaurant…

    It’s not as if valentine has not been there all along. After all, you have the children to show for it; and if you are not a parent yet, why then, you have your good self to show that sometime, somewhere, something closely resembling love pretended to course through the veins of your progenitors. You also have your errant heart to remind you of it.

    Errant heart or not though, this is the season the love bug bites; for normal people that is. It is the season for falling in love, out of love and back in love again with all kinds of people, animals or things. Someone says his valentine is his dog: it never disappoints him, never empties his pocket and never asks for dates, flowers or divorce. And I say, that cheap dog!

    Unfortunately, the country is at the moment filled with abnormal people who love for different reasons. Sometimes, the love can be self-propelled; sometimes, the naira, pound or dollar sign propels it. Like someone said, whether the love is pocket-impelled or stomach-attracted, love is love.

    There are too many examples around us of self-propelled love. Let’s take a few samples from recent newspaper reports. Can you imagine someone being so abnormal that he takes one look at his beloved parent and decides that that parent’s life could be put to better use if he kills him for ritual purposes so that he can bring in more money for him, the child? Unfortunately, if it happened just once or twice in a few years, we would come to the conclusion that the young fella is a psychiatric patient walking abroad. But it is replicated again and again in so many sane individuals whose souls have been taken over by great gain for little labour.

    I attended a church service once where the pastor prayed that the congregation should have the opportunity to come into a lot of money with very little labour attached. Reader, you should have heard the thunderous ‘AMEN’ that answered that prayer from the congregation. I actually believe I was the only one who refused to say amen to that prayer. I asked a friend later who also attended if s/he said amen and that one replied, ‘yes now; who does not want cheap money?’ Scandalous! I believe anyone who says amen to that kind of prayer would readily sell their parent.

    I guess I have bought too much into Tai Solarin’s School of Rough Roads philosophy. This, reader, is why I slave for hours to bring this to your table every Sunday. I think my editor is another member of that elite group of rough roaders.

    Anyway, there are also people so abnormal that they decide that the wee, little bodies of their wards or house helps or even their own children must be riddled with witchcraft or light fingers which can only be treated by hot water or severe searing. These ones are so blinkered they do not see the witchcraft lurking in their own adult bodies that can better take the hot water and severe beatings. No sir; they love themselves too much. Such rrrrooooove!

    Should I continue to talk about our abnormal fellow inmates in this huge prison of ours that we call country? What about the ones who constantly have forced carnal knowledge of wee, little children either for satisfaction or as a ritual in the belief it can help them gain quick access to magical monetary or power kingdoms? Or even the ones who rape unwilling, non-consenting and uncooperative females, eh? Now, how abnormal are those? There is more, but let’s wait a while.

    So, clearly self-love seems to propel a great number of Nigerians. It manifests in so many ways. For instance, I have heard but I have not been able to confirm, that a single individual in the land has enough money to sponsor the country’s budget, yet there aren’t too many records showing either his work or business experience. The guy loves himself so much that everyone else can jolly well perish for his sake.

    By far the stronger love in the eyes of the average Nigerian now is the love of money. Oh my! You should see the glint in people’s eyes. Anything and everything is now money in Nigeria. It’s got so bad now that if you wish some people good morning, it may cost you some money for them to reply. Give someone some water, and you may find yourself parting with some money. Money is definitely not just the root of evil in Nigeria, I believe it is the evil. Why, all you have to do is listen to the mind-boggling revelations coming from the armsgate investigations.

    Listen, it appears we have all forgotten the message of valentine, occasioned by the life of St. Valentine, a Roman priest. I believe I have told the story once but let’s recap the history of that legendary martyr once again. It is said that the poor man had the temerity to secretly marry off soldiers and their sweethearts, which was against the roman laws of his era. For this act, the emperor imprisoned, and later punished, him by caning and executing him.

    The most important thing about St. Valentine is the fact that his heart was in the right place. He loved his charges; he loved people and had great compassion for them. As a leader in the church, he was concerned about spreading Christianity but more importantly, he was concerned about meeting people’s needs. He not only put all he had into his work, he eventually laid down his life for his folks, work and conviction. How many Nigerian leaders can do that?

    In St. Valentine we come across self-abnegation for the common good. Nigerian leaders, as we stated above, believe in live and let die – let others die that they might live. This so easily explains why someone can have billions and billions and billions of the country’s money in their own private pockets, bank accounts and soak-aways without feeling a pinch of guilt while the people go hungry. ‘Self-first’ is the credo. Obviously, St. Valentine, they are not.

    In this season of love, we remember this remarkable legend, if indeed he did live, because he did not care about himself but about showing love to others, if we believe the story. In the process, he did not mind that he had to suffer because he was committed to loving. Let our leaders be as committed to loving the people and they will be remembered by time. Let them persist in defrauding the people and they will be stoned by time.

  • Love Trumps All

    Someone says his valentine is his dog: it never disappoints him, never empties his pocket and never asks for dates, flowers or divorce. And I say, ’Fie to that cheap dog!

    Its February again, the month of love or as my friend calls it, rrrooooove. This is the season when we once again remember love, sorry, rrrooooove. To show love, we remember flowers (ugh?), chocolates (come again?!), romance (mmmm!), etc., and that most memorable dinner (blink, blink, blink!) when the man takes the girl out and spends his hard-earned money to impress ‘Her Majesty of His Starry Eyes’! It is the season for celebrating romantic love, crushes, gushes, and all the flip-flops of our inconstant hearts.

    Do you know that there are some people who have a different valentine girl or guy every year? Imagine that now; having to take a different girl out to dinner every year or as a girl, being taken to dinner every year by a different man. Some people have no hobby or what?! It sounds like a good way to fight monotony though. It is also a good way to get to know the whole town. Anyway, I am here to wish you a happy valentine period; and also to let you know that I know a very good restaurant…

    It’s not as if valentine has not been there all along. After all, you have the children to show for it; and if you are not a parent yet, why then, you have your good self to show that sometime, somewhere, something closely resembling love pretended to course through the veins of your birth parents. You also have your errant heart to remind you of it.

    Errant heart or not though, this is the season the love bug bites normal people. It is the season for falling in love, out of love and back in love again with all kinds of people, animals or things. Someone says his valentine is his dog: it never disappoints him, never empties his pocket and never asks for dates, flowers or divorce. And I say, ‘Fie to that cheap dog!’

    Unfortunately, the country is at the moment filled with abnormal people who get the love bites for different reasons. Sometimes, the love can be self-propelled; sometimes, the naira, pound or dollar sign propels it. Like someone said, whether the love is pocket-impelled or stomach-attracted, love is love.

    There are too many examples around us of self-propelled love. Let’s take a few samples from recent newspaper reports. Can you imagine someone being so abnormal that he takes one look at his beloved parent and decides that that parent’s life could be put to better use if killed for a money making ritual? Unfortunately, if it happened just once or twice in a few years, we would come to the conclusion that the young fellas must be psychiatric patients who have broken loose. But it is replicated again and again in so many sane-looking individuals whose souls have been taken over by love of great gain for little labour.

    I attended a church service once where the pastor prayed that the congregation should get lots of money with very little labour. Reader, you should have heard the thunderous ‘AMEN’ that answered that prayer from the congregation. I actually believe I was the only one who refused to say amen. I asked a friend later who also attended if s/he said amen and that one replied, ‘yes now; who does not want cheap money?’ Scandalous! I believe anyone who says amen to that kind of prayer would sell their parent for money.

    I guess I have bought too much into Tai Solarin’s School of Rough Roads philosophy. This, reader, is why I slave for hours to bring this Postscript article to your table every Sunday. I think my editor is another member of that elite group of rough roaders.

    Anyway, there are also people so abnormal they think that the wee, little bodies of their wards or house helps or even their own children must be riddled with witchcraft or light fingers which can only be treated by hot water or severe beating. These ones are so blinkered they do not see the witchcraft lurking in their own adult bodies that can better take the hot water and severe beatings. No sir; they love themselves too much. Such rrrrooooove!

    Should I continue to talk about our abnormal fellow inmates in this huge prison of ours that we call a country? What about the ones who constantly have forced carnal knowledge of wee, little children either for satisfaction or as a ritual in the belief it can help them gain quick money, power or long life? Or even the ones who rape unwilling, non-consenting and uncooperative females, eh? Now, how abnormal are those? There is more, but let’s wait a while.

    So, clearly self-love seems to propel a great number of Nigerians. It manifests in so many ways. For instance, I have heard but I have not been able to confirm, that a single individual in the land has enough money to sponsor the country’s budget, yet there aren’t too many records showing either his work or business experience. The guy loves himself so much that everyone else can jolly well perish for his sake.

           By far the stronger love in the eyes of the average Nigerian now is the love of money. Oh my! You should see the glint in people’s eyes. Anything and everything is now money in Nigeria. It’s got so bad now that if you wish someone good morning, it may cost you some money. Give someone some water, and you may find yourself parting with some money. Money is definitely not just the root of evil in Nigeria, I believe it is the evil. Why, all you have to do is listen to the mind-boggling revelations that came from the armsgate investigations.

    Listen, it appears we have all forgotten the message of the valentine season, which is said to have been inspired by the life of St. Valentine, a Roman priest. I believe I have told the story once but I will tell it again because I like repeating my stories. It is said that St, Valentine had the temerity to secretly marry off soldiers and their sweethearts, which was against the roman laws of his era. For this act, the emperor imprisoned him, before later caning and executing him.

    The most important thing about St. Valentine is the fact that his heart was in the right place. He loved his charges; he loved people and had great compassion for them. As a leader in the church, he was concerned about spreading Christianity but more importantly, he was concerned about meeting people’s needs. He not only put all he had into his work, he eventually laid down his life for his folks, work and conviction. How many Nigerian leaders can do that?

    In St. Valentine we come across self-abnegation for the common good. Nigerian leaders, as we stated above, believe in live and let die – let the people die that their leaders might live. This so easily explains why someone can have billions and billions and billions of the country’s money in their own private pockets, bank accounts and soak-away without feeling a pinch of guilt while the people go hungry. Taking care of self is the number one priority. Obviously, St. Valentine they are not.

    In this season of love, we remember this remarkable legend, if indeed he did live, because he did not care about himself but was more about showing love to others. In the process, he did not mind that he had to suffer because he was committed to loving. Let our leaders be as committed to loving the people and they will be remembered by time. Let them persist in defrauding the people and they will be stoned by time. In St. Valentine, love trumps all.

    • This article is reprised for you. Happy Valentine.
  • For the new sheriff to come up Trumps …

    Mr. Trump has trumped all obstacles including his own personality to reach this point to the surprise of everyone, most probably including himself. I believe he started the race in jest but got hijacked by some people with more serious intentions than himself

    By now, reader, I need not tell you that Mr. Donald Trump has been elected the next and 45th president of the United States of America, even though there was no reason on earth why he should have won. I also do not need to tell you that many Americans are not happy about that development even though he won by a good majority of the Electoral College votes. I do believe you also know that the streets of America have not rested since then because they have been sprouting protests against the president-elect, mainly by people against Trump’s victory. So, if you know so much, why should I bother to tell you anything more? Well, maybe we can have a few laughs together on the subject.

    Let’s start from when Mr. Trump declared his intention to run as president. Pause. Yes, we all did pause, just to laugh. Now I look back and wonder why we did. Perhaps, it is because as we knew him, we imagined he was too unsuitable for the position he sought. In our heads, the model of someone who would be president had to be sedate, deep thinking, charismatic and well-behaved. Mr. Trump did not appear to fit into any of these.

    In my phone right now, there is a posting of a Mr. Trump (don’t know if it’s the same one and not photo-shopped) grabbing or groping the private part of some bikini-clad models he posed with in daytime and in full public view. This kind of behaviour just does not fit the frame of a country’s president, let alone America’s. Furthermore, it is reported that the president-elect is twice divorced. Worse still, his pronouncements reported in the media showed that if ever there was an extreme or outlandish position to take on an issue, Mr. Trump was sure to take it. How on earth can you imagine that building a physical brick and mortar wall between two countries can deter people from crossing over? So, yes, his participation in this political race could not have been a bigger joke.

    Yet, the unbelievable reality is that Trump has won. The question is how did this come to pass? I can only conjecture because I am a good conjecturer. First, it is to be supposed that the Republican Party got tired of being out in the cold. They needed to get power back after sitting in the sidelines for a good eight years. Who better to use than someone not afraid to call a spade a snapping jackdaw? It had to be someone who could command the public’s attention, no matter how awry that attention was.

    More importantly, as far as the Republican Party was concerned, the public needed a good whipping for going too far with all their liberal ideas. Liberal ideas can get you this far if you’re looking for where to raise your camping gas for the weekend but not, definitely not when you’re talking of mates of the same sex hooking up in matters of love. Liberal does not justify same-sex marriage, etc. Someone just must reign public sexual morality back in. So who can better whip the public than a man who is not afraid to look for a female’s sex organ in full public view?                      Indeed, no one reckoned with the desperation of the old American establishment, the old order, the far right, and their hidden agenda.

    Obviously then, these very moral Far Righters closed their eyes to such minor misdemeanours in their candidate. They needed him for more important things like closing up the borders against more immigrants and curbing the excesses of the liberals’ permissiveness in public sexuality. This important political system forgot the equally important fact that only the American Indians are not offspring of immigrants in America today.

    The sophisticated American political system however thrives on the freedom of the press. On account of the somewhat ‘unusualness’ of his utterances, the press had a great job reporting Mr. Trump as they did the other candidate, Mrs. Clinton. With the benefit of hindsight, Mr. Trump calls these reports ‘negative’ or ‘unfavourable’ forgetting that part of the job of the press is to report the uncommon. His acts and utterances were uncommon so he probably got more attention than his opponent did. For this, he is even now still screaming blue murder.

    I bet he is not the only one screaming blue murder at the American press. I believe that America came to this bind because of the extreme fear of immorality in her candidates. Nearly all the ‘few good men’ who would have made good president-materials have been driven underground for one misdemeanour or the other through negative press reports. This is how the country came to this pass of having to present and elect someone whose candidature is now inciting protests and riots.

    The next thing to ponder is where to go from here. Mr. Trump has trumped all obstacles including his own personality to reach this point to the surprise of everyone, most probably including himself. I believe he started the race in jest but got hijacked by some people with more serious intentions than himself. He is thus the new sheriff in town who must come up trumps against much more odds than he has had to encounter thus far. How well he handles these odds will determine whether he sinks or swims.

    For one thing, Mr. Trump must react more maturely to issues than he is presently doing. It is blithe and immature for him to simply blame the press for everything that goes wrong. This is not Africa or even Nigeria where the opposition party is to blame for every wrong cough and the people are generally complacent. This is America where people are more enlightened about their pains and know how to cough well so everyone can take notice. The protesters obviously have genuine fears that have arisen from many of Mr. Trump’s assertions, utterances and proposals and are bringing these pains to the world’s notice. Blaming the protests on the press is childish in the extreme. He must do more to explain to the people what he means by his intending to be the ‘President of all Americans’.

    Secondly, Mr. Trump needs to tread very carefully on the issue of immigration, the sorest foot in America today. The truth is bitter but it must be told. The globalisation policy pursued by the developed countries, aka First World Countries led by America, has been more beneficial to those countries to the detriment of many Second and Third World Countries. This simply means that much of the monies of these countries, e.g. Nigeria, are locked up in the vaults of western countries, fuelling their economies.

    In order to escape the ensuing poverty, the youths of second and third world countries have preferred to flee to the west to grapple for better chances of survival than stay home and endure hunger. Who can blame them? For Mr. Trump and his allies to insist on ‘building walls’ between America and Mexico for instance is not the best option; indeed, it shows they are not thinking things through. They would need to build many walls between America and the rest of the world.

    Most importantly, Mr. Trump will really need to put a firm grip on his utterances. The less said, they say, the better. Very few people can stand the truth but truth still needs to be said. However, there is a difference between truth-saying and destructive speech. Without due decorum in speech, I believe that those who made Mr. Trump president might very well be the first to regret it.