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Monday, February 18, 2013
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Okada Bad! BRF ‘Badder’!!
Nowadays, in Lagos, Nigeria, the simple most politically correct statement is that Okada is bad business; surely the Okada menace is real.
Without disputing that position, let us put in a parallel position: should a government also be ‘bad’ to deal with a bad situation. If common thugs storm the road to villainy with scant regard for law and order; should law enforcers be encouraged to effect ’ jungle justice’ on the unruly crowd, even for the sake of creating a peaceful and orderly society?
Whichever way we look at it, the Lagos State government’s drive to rein in the seemingly lawless and dangerous antics of Okada (commercial motorcycle) riders in the state would ordinarily commend itself to reasonable people. The rightness of government’s vision is unassailable. After all, lives are sacrosanct - a little detail that Okada riders appear reluctant to worry about.
Several people have died, many more have been maimed; homes and dreams destroyed by the wanton recklessness of these riders. Admittedly, even the Okada riders also post self-destroying high casualty figures in these deadly statistics.
What more, the manner and method many of these Okada riders operate their unbalanced machines suggest they either have a death-wish before coming to Lagos with a target to kill as many Lagosians as possible; or they ignorantly assume a veneer of indestructibility - though statistics at orthopedic hospitals and bone-setting centers all over Lagos put a lie to their foolish fantasies.
Yet on the menace of the Okadas, their cup is certainly full: they have no regard for traffic rules. They carry a gruelling distaste for motorists and pedestrians. The beast in the average Okada rider is unleashed when he has a brush with a motorist - it doesn’t matter whether the car driver is right or wrong. Within few minutes of such a minor scrape, the scene of accident is speedily overtaken by tens and tens of ‘’solidarizing’’ Okada riders, seeking instant reprieve for their colleague. If the ill-fated motorist is not wise enough to ‘shush’ the fast-developing dilemma, he will be a victim of brutal ‘justice’ where the raging Okada assembly acts as judge, lawyer, law-enforcer and insurance company!
Sadly, the checklist of Okada riders’ atrocities is long, untidy and provocative. They are a difficult sector to hold brief for; yet the bastard child in a family of blue bloods, is still at the very least a member of the family, a fellow human being.
My argument is not in any way supportive of the reported criminal actions of some Okada riders who allegedly destroyed some of the state’s popular BRT buses. And as a consequence of these foolish acts of destroying public properties, the state House of Assembly is reportedly weighing the possibility of a blanket ban of Okada as means of commercial transportation.
Of course, no government will fold its hands as a small section of its thriving populace takes the law into its own hands and basically ‘levy war’ against the majority. Destroying public infrastructure and endangering lives of fellow citizens while expressing pecuniary interest in a private enterprise should never be condoned. The Okada riders have dragged their own case from bad to worse. You cannot take an ‘opponent’ to court and still engage in self-help. It beggars reason that someone being nominated for sacrificial burning now goes around town looking for petrol.
Now, to the government of Mr. Babatunde Raji Fashola, SAN (BRF). The sanctimonious attitude of the Lagos powers-that-be would have been acceptable if conditions precedent to the establishment of the Traffic Laws of Lagos State were conducive for expanding and integrating transportation system. Of course we know that Rome was not built in a day; the same reason why Okada cannot be wished off our streets with a flick of the hands.
What do you call a government whose response to affront against its law is not only to confiscate offending private property worth over 100,000 naira each - and subsequently announce that 3,000 of those motorbikes have been crushed! Why crush 300million naira worth of private enterprise just to institute compliance? Is that not the same disease eating up the fabric of our social and political landscape? - Impunity!?
Apparently, in answering that question their own way, aggrieved Okada riders thoughtlessly descended on government property in retaliatory indiscretion. Foolish as that action is, the activities and vision of the government in dealing with the menace of Okada riders suggest that our rulers don’t understand participatory politics, in spite of their paper qualification and exposure.
We are told to go to Igbobi (National Orthopedic Hospital) and see the grim reaper Okada has become. That is true. But we can also tell Fashola to go around Lagos at night time without security escorts, and see how vagabonds, rapists, thugs and armed robbers run amok, killing and maiming and robbing the innocent at will.
Of course the finger can conveniently be pointed at Fashola for instigating the recent wave of criminal activities around Lagos State on account of his mindless anti-people posturing and policies … such as the demolition of shanties without even inadequate rehabilitation to marginally compensate evictees for the almost sudden deprivation of shelter. The gleeful mass destruction of thousands of motorcycles belonging to road ’terrorists’ is not exactly a creative way of tackling the menace.
When you want the people on your side in the pursuit of public law and order, a government should find a way to manage such a critical sub-sector in way that the same public will not turn against their hardworking government. It is not by a flick of the wand you remind people that trekking several kilometers to work or to poorly designated bus stops serviced inadequately by a bus service barely able to move around less than a third of the teeming population of Lagos. To a people fed on and bashed by ‘Danfo’ and ‘Okada’ for several years as their only means of transportation to now be denounced for encouraging Okadas as the blight on the antiseptic clean landscape of Lagos is taking governance to ‘Kegite’ level.
The level of infrastructural decay is soul-dampening, and while Okadas merely scratch the surface of moving Lagosians (now I refer to residents of the state, the one BRF is praying will wake up, smell the coffee, and flee to their villages) from one spot to another.
Based on the prohibition of Okadas from 475 roads and highways, and its attendant crises, it is easy to see that BRF wanted to completely eradicate Okadas from Lagos State. The health, security, law and order, commercial and aesthetic issues involved in the Okada challenge lend support to the need for such a vision to become real in a developing mega-city. So, I have to agree that Okada is ‘’bad business’’ but government should not be ‘’badder’’ superintendent in actualizing such visions.
Even when you want to wage a war on behalf of your people, it is perhaps useful to throw in a dose of patience, perseverance, clarity of purpose, steadiness of goals and the overall benefit of the largest chunk of your people – these tendencies should condition the actions and utterances of war generals.
How much less mere servants of the people whose tenure and legitimacy should be at the pleasure of the vast majority of the people. On account of these and many acts of this administration, has BRF done enough to earn another term, if he were to run for a third term and if such were possible? The answer, as they say, is in the air.
Femi Akintunde-Johnson, Writer, Journalist and Author can also be reached at: fajswhatnots@yahoo.com
Without disputing that position, let us put in a parallel position: should a government also be ‘bad’ to deal with a bad situation. If common thugs storm the road to villainy with scant regard for law and order; should law enforcers be encouraged to effect ’ jungle justice’ on the unruly crowd, even for the sake of creating a peaceful and orderly society?
Whichever way we look at it, the Lagos State government’s drive to rein in the seemingly lawless and dangerous antics of Okada (commercial motorcycle) riders in the state would ordinarily commend itself to reasonable people. The rightness of government’s vision is unassailable. After all, lives are sacrosanct - a little detail that Okada riders appear reluctant to worry about.
Several people have died, many more have been maimed; homes and dreams destroyed by the wanton recklessness of these riders. Admittedly, even the Okada riders also post self-destroying high casualty figures in these deadly statistics.
What more, the manner and method many of these Okada riders operate their unbalanced machines suggest they either have a death-wish before coming to Lagos with a target to kill as many Lagosians as possible; or they ignorantly assume a veneer of indestructibility - though statistics at orthopedic hospitals and bone-setting centers all over Lagos put a lie to their foolish fantasies.
Yet on the menace of the Okadas, their cup is certainly full: they have no regard for traffic rules. They carry a gruelling distaste for motorists and pedestrians. The beast in the average Okada rider is unleashed when he has a brush with a motorist - it doesn’t matter whether the car driver is right or wrong. Within few minutes of such a minor scrape, the scene of accident is speedily overtaken by tens and tens of ‘’solidarizing’’ Okada riders, seeking instant reprieve for their colleague. If the ill-fated motorist is not wise enough to ‘shush’ the fast-developing dilemma, he will be a victim of brutal ‘justice’ where the raging Okada assembly acts as judge, lawyer, law-enforcer and insurance company!
Sadly, the checklist of Okada riders’ atrocities is long, untidy and provocative. They are a difficult sector to hold brief for; yet the bastard child in a family of blue bloods, is still at the very least a member of the family, a fellow human being.
My argument is not in any way supportive of the reported criminal actions of some Okada riders who allegedly destroyed some of the state’s popular BRT buses. And as a consequence of these foolish acts of destroying public properties, the state House of Assembly is reportedly weighing the possibility of a blanket ban of Okada as means of commercial transportation.
Of course, no government will fold its hands as a small section of its thriving populace takes the law into its own hands and basically ‘levy war’ against the majority. Destroying public infrastructure and endangering lives of fellow citizens while expressing pecuniary interest in a private enterprise should never be condoned. The Okada riders have dragged their own case from bad to worse. You cannot take an ‘opponent’ to court and still engage in self-help. It beggars reason that someone being nominated for sacrificial burning now goes around town looking for petrol.
Now, to the government of Mr. Babatunde Raji Fashola, SAN (BRF). The sanctimonious attitude of the Lagos powers-that-be would have been acceptable if conditions precedent to the establishment of the Traffic Laws of Lagos State were conducive for expanding and integrating transportation system. Of course we know that Rome was not built in a day; the same reason why Okada cannot be wished off our streets with a flick of the hands.
What do you call a government whose response to affront against its law is not only to confiscate offending private property worth over 100,000 naira each - and subsequently announce that 3,000 of those motorbikes have been crushed! Why crush 300million naira worth of private enterprise just to institute compliance? Is that not the same disease eating up the fabric of our social and political landscape? - Impunity!?
Apparently, in answering that question their own way, aggrieved Okada riders thoughtlessly descended on government property in retaliatory indiscretion. Foolish as that action is, the activities and vision of the government in dealing with the menace of Okada riders suggest that our rulers don’t understand participatory politics, in spite of their paper qualification and exposure.
We are told to go to Igbobi (National Orthopedic Hospital) and see the grim reaper Okada has become. That is true. But we can also tell Fashola to go around Lagos at night time without security escorts, and see how vagabonds, rapists, thugs and armed robbers run amok, killing and maiming and robbing the innocent at will.
Of course the finger can conveniently be pointed at Fashola for instigating the recent wave of criminal activities around Lagos State on account of his mindless anti-people posturing and policies … such as the demolition of shanties without even inadequate rehabilitation to marginally compensate evictees for the almost sudden deprivation of shelter. The gleeful mass destruction of thousands of motorcycles belonging to road ’terrorists’ is not exactly a creative way of tackling the menace.
When you want the people on your side in the pursuit of public law and order, a government should find a way to manage such a critical sub-sector in way that the same public will not turn against their hardworking government. It is not by a flick of the wand you remind people that trekking several kilometers to work or to poorly designated bus stops serviced inadequately by a bus service barely able to move around less than a third of the teeming population of Lagos. To a people fed on and bashed by ‘Danfo’ and ‘Okada’ for several years as their only means of transportation to now be denounced for encouraging Okadas as the blight on the antiseptic clean landscape of Lagos is taking governance to ‘Kegite’ level.
The level of infrastructural decay is soul-dampening, and while Okadas merely scratch the surface of moving Lagosians (now I refer to residents of the state, the one BRF is praying will wake up, smell the coffee, and flee to their villages) from one spot to another.
Based on the prohibition of Okadas from 475 roads and highways, and its attendant crises, it is easy to see that BRF wanted to completely eradicate Okadas from Lagos State. The health, security, law and order, commercial and aesthetic issues involved in the Okada challenge lend support to the need for such a vision to become real in a developing mega-city. So, I have to agree that Okada is ‘’bad business’’ but government should not be ‘’badder’’ superintendent in actualizing such visions.
Even when you want to wage a war on behalf of your people, it is perhaps useful to throw in a dose of patience, perseverance, clarity of purpose, steadiness of goals and the overall benefit of the largest chunk of your people – these tendencies should condition the actions and utterances of war generals.
How much less mere servants of the people whose tenure and legitimacy should be at the pleasure of the vast majority of the people. On account of these and many acts of this administration, has BRF done enough to earn another term, if he were to run for a third term and if such were possible? The answer, as they say, is in the air.
Femi Akintunde-Johnson, Writer, Journalist and Author can also be reached at: fajswhatnots@yahoo.com
Thursday, October 18, 2012
A Nation Shamed By Seething Madness
The hearts of
true patriots across the globe go towards the families, friends and
acquaintances of the 46 young souls wickedly executed in Mubi, Adamawa State on
October 1, 2012 for reasons yet unclear; and the ill-fated UNIPORT Four hacked
and lynched over alleged stealing of telephone sets and/or laptops (on October
5, 2012). We cry as a nation diminished by these unjustifiable and devilish
actions; a people traumatized by cascades of heinous devastation and butchery
all across our blood-drenched landscapes. We totter from one devastating
incident to another – a situation made more terrifying by the apparent
helplessness of our helmsmen.
While we mourn
with those who mourn, we should never trivialize the deaths of these young
people and many others cut down in their prime all across the killing fields of
Nigeria, by growing silent in our anguish and sweeping the very horrible acts
under the carpets of public amnesia and indifference. We must all raise our
voices, stoke the fire of ceaseless agitation and protests until the wicked
perpetrators of these brazen murders are exposed, prosecuted and dutifully
visited with the full weight of the law.
Beyond the gang
of evil men that supervised the two killings, we must investigate the roles
played by law-enforcement personnel, the so-called vigilantes and Aluu communal
ring of admiring onlookers. Every participant in the Port Harcourt horror
should be thoroughly interrogated and dealt with appropriately. While the grieving
students of Federal Polytechnic, Mubi, and the University of Port Harcourt are
prevailed upon to moderate their sorrows with the words of China’s most famous
philosopher and political theorist, Confucius:
‘’We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression.’’
The rate and
coldness at which extra-legal hurricane justice is spreading across the lands
give impression that our rulers have lost control of the ship of state…just as
all have become their own local governments (providing for self almost all
basic amenities that define fair living standard), the Nigerian people appear
to now want to be their own police force, military brigade and such units of
coercion and repulsion. In a land where the government makes itself look like
an uncaring, bungling road-side mechanic, the people (unled and unaccountable)
do as if they have a right to take spanners and hammers to knock anyone out of
existence.
Our people must
not allow the atrocious conditions and seeming hopelessness of living in
Nigeria to lure them into swapping their humanity and innate goodness with dark
wickedness and malevolence. We must not surrender to the encroaching breeze of
poverty and disillusionment in such a manner that we now have no qualms
murdering and strangulating our children, friends and neighbours at the
faintest excuses. No manner of crime, no level of official complicity, no
resentment or provocation adequately justify inflicting instant jungle justice
on one another without due process of fair hearing, independent appraisal and
the whole gamut of the rule of law. We are not murderers; we are not
anarchists; we are not terrorists (even in spite of the brutal efforts of Boko
Haram); we cannot therefore afford to add bloody names to our long list of
inglorious ‘achievements’ in the global village.
The ‘government
of the people’ must start to sleep less and protect the people more
proactively, both the rich and the poor. Nigeria must no go on like a giant
mistake that cannot be corrected.
By Femi Akintunde-Johnson (Writer, Journalist & Author)
Contact: fajswhatnots@yahoo.com
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
My Predictions for 2015… Beware of 2013! (part 2)
Here are few reasons why I believe our political leaders will not learn from history, and are therefore frantically preparing their own ignominious ending – a mere footnote in the political history of Nigeria.
STATE
OF THE NIGERIAN STATE
To
the chagrin of only few Nigerians (because we are very few indeed who still
believe anything the government of Nigeria says or promises), Prof. Barth
Nnaji’s stentorian pledge to make power (electricity) a near stable commodity
in 2012 is likely to remain a mirage even a year before the next election
(2014). Frankly, by that election he would have been long removed, and at least
two others after him would have been disgraced from office in desperate haste
to beat the magical 2015. Obviously, unforeseen security calamities would not
be a good enough excuse not to provide stable power after trillions of naira
frittered over the past 10 years.
The
ongoing charade over the investigation and prosecution of oil subsidy
fraudsters and the re-probe of complicit Fuel Subsidy probers will peter out in
shameless cloud of incoherence and political compromises. And as we are regaled
with the diverse strands of dramatic departures and extensions from the main
issues of fuel subsidy over-payment or non-payment or non-existence, the farce
will deteriorate to such a stage that it will no longer worry them to
discontinue the entire embarrassment, and dig up another scandal to entertain
the gullible and irritate the conscientious.
Inflammatory
statements and condescending declarations from the highest quarters will flow
freely in the two years preceding the 2015 elections that will infuriate
Nigerians but amuse and astound the democratic world. When the President of your
Senate contemplates muffling voices of dissent on a global information highway,
and wags fingers at apparently rude remarks of angry and oppressed citizens as
if warning roast-beef hawkers on the rickety highways to Otukpo… you must
shudder at what our politicians still have up their sleeves.
There
used to be a period in our national life that we proudly declared certain
obscenities witnessed in some banana African, Asian or Caribbean countries of
the 70’s and 80’s could never happen in the largest black nation on earth. We
have since perished such infantile outbursts. That was then! We have tumbled
down from that delusion. Was it not in our presence, that a state governor
walked into an auditorium to swear-in new permanent secretaries; yet strolling
in beside him was one of the new appointees, Nigeria’s very Own, Africa’s
leading First Lady, the venerable Dame Patience Jonathan? Two hours after her
“mates” had sat patiently waiting for the governor (ostensibly kept waiting by
the new super secretary who had to snatch herself away from graver national
duty in Abuja to make the ‘maritime’ ceremony). And we used to generously
deride Uganda, Lesotho, Burundi, Bahrain, Panama, Libya, Tunisia and such
enclaves where primordial insanity appeared to have gazumped national
self-restraint and rule of law. Guess who the same people are laughing at now?
Without
doubt, the ongoing scandals rocking the legislators and MDA’s are mere flakes;
barely escaping the protective eyes of rollicking grand-daddies of corruption
(or perhaps they were deliberately thrown in the air to bring some recalcitrant
devotees into subjugation). Surely, we shall all live to witness greater and
sadder disclosures of more repulsive scandals, frauds, looting of recovered
loots and overt back-stabbing in high places!
All
these activities of unbridled wastage, unrestrained gluttony, indecent
pilfering of the public treasure will only last for a little while, as Karmic
eruptions are bound to express themselves as from 2013, when, as usual in
Nigeria, corruption will shoot itself in the feet, and tumble fantastically on
account of its ungainly and unbalanced weight.
These
scenarios aforementioned are nonetheless exhaustive. Our atmosphere is riddled
with unsubstantiated litany of criminality and perfidy against the people and
their treasury. Who will confirm our fear? Who will ascertain the veracity of
our doubts? Who will arrest the arrogant sponsors of state power? In a corrupt
twist of faith, moneyed friends of powerful politicians are conducting sting
operations to deflect our attention and burst our bubbles over pretentions of
crusaders who appear to be fighting for the people but are indeed lining their
own caps with gains of subterfuge.
The
people of Nigeria understand and appreciate their searingly hopeless situation.
They often find vain refuge under such idiomatic canopy like: ‘’the unlucky
tail-less cow must depend on divine assistance to repel attacks of flies’’.
They can feel, and have for many years lived with the arrogance and petulance
of astonishingly corrupt politicians calling each other names and enrobing one
another in derogatory apparels on national television - only to rollick
together at nightly confluence of cake-sharing rituals. Yes, we know of their
grandstanding, we know of their stinking wealth and unrestrained obesity
fuelled by ill-gotten riches… such was the case of a certain powerful
politician, Alhaji Umaru Dikko, who in 1982 swaggered and trampled all over our
consciences in untrammeled pomposity. He was too powerful to be checked by the
supine President; too connected to be challenged by constituted authorities;
too street-smart to be outflanked by the troublesome intelligentsia. But by the
end of 1983, he had vanished into the Britannic air - his feathers in tatters,
his profligacy a tale told in rebellious shanties by the same people he
violently dehumanized both by his withering words and self-serving actions… the
pompous politician barely escaped cratal deportation in 1984. And so on and so
forth.
As
we look towards 2015, our current leaders need to avert the approaching
disaster, not by paying professional weepers to fast and pray in our numberless
mosques and churches; not by paying titles and building more churches and
mosques. Sending people on pilgrimages and feeding thousands of beggars after
Jumaat prayers will not cut the ice.... Our leaders must, within the next two
years, take a paradigm twist away from this sickening dancing on one spot -
they must identify the immediate needs of the people… deliver immediate
palliatives and erect a long-lasting superstructure to erase the people’s pains
and devastation.
Our
leaders should avoid the sort of leadership provided by Governor Babatunde
Fashola (of Lagos State) who will destroy marine shanties of Makoko area of
Lagos State, where people have dwelled for decades. Without suitably decent
alternatives, he wiped out their quarters and left them high and dry on the low
seas. What sort of political leadership is that? A state where government
officials daily assail the airwaves, threatening hard-working Nigerians with
one penal knock or the other, and in failure to comply, should leave ‘’their’’
state for ‘’them’’. What sort of democratic dividends is that?
Our
leaders now throw bric-a-bracs of shame at each other… a party whose notable
member, the Lagos State speaker, is embroiled in despicable allegations of
massive fraud, could find it convenient to demand for the resignation of
another party’s leader whose child was acting true to type ( he was recently
arraigned for fuel-subsidy fraud). Or the Imo state governor whose itchy hands
sacked opposition chairmen of local government councils on the premise that the
election that gave them mandate was obtained in spite of a court order which
halted the conduct of that election. And the governor was later told by a
superior court that since he was not the bailiff authorized to execute court
orders, the chairmen should be reinstated. Yet the unfazed governor wondered
aloud recently why the court could not see that he was only promoting peace and
maintaining the rule of law!
If
such maladies are allowed to become prevalent and overwhelming - driving out
sense and decency from the streets. Then, of course, their bastard brothers
(anarchy and irreverence) will over-run the streets of Nigeria; and our wish
for a successful transition in 2015, will remain just that… a wish.
But
to my fellow country men and women, let me encourage you to remain steadfast
and do not condescend to the inglorious levels of your corrupt leaders. Many
people, especially well-known politicians and their strategists, believe they
have you in their palms; that they can manipulate you as they want… that they
made you vote for GEJ and not PDP in the South West, and can “do” and “undo” as
the case may be. I strongly believe that their day of reckoning is fast
approaching, when confirmed riggers, forgers, fraudsters, drug addicts and such
low-esteemed drivels occupying the heights of our politics would be soundly
demystified and their caps thrown into the mud of undisguised defeat and
dislocation. The time is fast approaching when thrones that refuse to clean its
palaces will be ravaged and despoiled. Then truth, decency and merit will stand
and rule firm and respectable.
While
we await the glorious days when Nigeria can boast with pride and wit again, I
recommend you crunch on this vigorous statement delivered by a leading member
of The Zikist Movement in a 1948 lecture (The Age of Positive Action). Mallam
Habib Abdallah exclaimed:
“I
hate the Union Jack with all my heart because it divides the people wherever it
goes… it is a symbol of persecution, of domination, a symbol of exploitation…
of brutality… we have passed the age of petition… age of resolution… the age of
diplomacy. This is the age of action – plain, blunt and positive action”.
Note:
In place of “Union Jack” you can affix any name that represents to you a
current source of irritation or despair.
As
they say in my side of town: let the house rats holler to the bush rodents…
Beware of 2013, oh thou corrupt politicians… there is perhaps wisdom in
wistfulness.
Femi
Akintunde-Johnson is a Writer, Journalist & Author. Contact:
fajswhatnots@yahoo.com
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
My Predictions for 2015… Beware of 2013!
Let me quickly introduce myself: I’m
not a clairvoyant, a prophet or a seer. I however do believe that if things
remain as they are (and there is nothing in the past 30 years to indicate that
we will change for the better, or even resist the temptation to over-reach
ourselves), my predictions have a good chance of coming true.
The following are the scenarios I believe may occur before the year 2015
- “the great anxiousness” when Nigeria is expected internally to change
government through an improved national election (by incurable optimists), and
externally when we are supposed to self-annihilate (according to prophets of
doom).
My predictions are of course predicated on the obvious facts of our
current existence, and really do not take much intelligence to articulate that
the consequence of the ongoing actions, inaction and serial perfidy of
politicians and public officials can only mean one thing: near total collapse
of all democratic and state structures.
For those who understand their history, and appreciate the influence of
numbers in the natural order inevitability, figures matter. They really do
matter. Crunch these for instance…in Nigeria, our fate appears to be
intertwined with figure ‘3’ in every decade, even long before our 1960
independence. Not in the mould of being the third largest economy in Africa.
No, rather in a more draconian way - we tend to unravel politically around that
number, and then spiral into series of bungling and fumbling mis-steps and
misadventure; which over several decades have prevented us from progressing
speedily and sensibly as a nation, in spite of the quality of our human
resources and the quantity of God’s deposits upon our soil.
If in 1953, the Nigerian politicians had
positively received Chief Anthony Enahoro’s call for “a primary political
objective (for) the attainment of self-government for Nigeria in 1956”, we
would have embraced a fairly more Nigerian constitution rather than the
Lyttleton contraption of 1954; and Nigeria would have been independent four
years before she did in 1960. We would have avoided the Kano Riots of 1953,
precipitated by deep ethnic and partisan divisions within the polity. We missed
that chance; and were reduced subsequently by sundry setbacks.
The post-independence ego crisis between Chief Obafemi Awolowo and
Samuel Ladoke Akintola led to the Western Region crisis of 1962/1963, and of
course all the intrigues, skirmishes and conflicts were the harbinger of the
first military coup in 1966. Though, something good came out of 1963, the Mid-
Western region was created in spite of prevailing agitation in the west that it
was more of back-stabbing castration from the eastern and northern governments.
On August 12, 1963, the Mid-Western Region was born. Nigeria also received her
republican status on October 1, 1963.
The blight of the first set of indigenous political leadership reared
its head essentially from 1963 in preparation for the 1964 Federal general
elections - a fool-hardy, self-serving politicking that completely ignored the
prevalent dangerous tension and anger in the land. But the real detonator for
the Wild West’s ''Operation Wetie'' fiasco was the dubiously arranged Regional
elections of 1965. Its vitriolic over-flow swept in the military adventurers.
More importantly, the unreasonable weakness and confounding indecision of the
Tafawa Balewa-led Federal government to deal decisively with bare-faced hooliganism
and lawlessness in the western region persuaded the coupists that the
politicians had no clue on how to rule their rich country. Does that sound like
a déjà vu?
However, after surviving a couple of
quick-fire coups and a mindless civil war, Nigeria sort of straddled into some
peacefulness. But about 1973, the young Head of State, Gen. Yakubu Gowon,
strangely began to drop hints of amnesia concerning his hand-over date and
programme. He was no longer sure if
Nigerians needed civilian rule any longer. That indolence bought him a
bloodless palace coup in 1975.
And in fits and bounds, we staggered on
until 1983, when the putrid cup of purposeless politicians came crashing down
with the rude entrance of the Buhari/Idiagbon bloodless intervention. The
military’s return was arguably excusable because of the bastardization of
politics and demonization of honesty in the conduct of public affairs. In a now
usual climate, a prostrate president appeared clueless while his subordinates
traversed the entire country looting public till and flaunting their perfidy
across the national countenance with despicable impunity – and all the while,
Nigeria drifted about in rudderless and meaningless meanderings. Déjà vu?
1993 brought out the big lie in our
much-vaunted claim of the giant of Africa, as rulers of that period driven by
their Lilliputian sense of self-importance and inordinate grab and greed for
power, truncated what, until then, was our best attempt at national
political transition. The only profit we derived from the annulment of the June
12, 1993 election, truth be said, was a great and incessant devastation on the
body polity and psyche of the nation… a dull pall from which we are yet to
unfurl.
Of
course, we also remember 2003 and its emblematic presidential election,
internationally regarded as the worst election ever organized by any human
society. The fissures of that election will take political anatomists many years
to correctly and fittingly dissect and categorize for edification of the next
generation.
On these precepts, let us proceed in
streams that we are now familiar with….
My major fear is that the government of President Goodluck Ebele
Jonathan (GEJ) appears to be working furiously to breathe life into the lurking
demons that potentially may rule the coming year, 2013. The cold, disparaging
realities of 2011/2012 as expressed in
great revelations of incredible larceny and gargantuan pilferage indicate that
the cup of our current political actors is aiming for a resounding crash in the two years leading up
to the 2015 elections.
As it is necessary in matters
predictive, the elements of cause and effect is pronounced and self-evident…
therefore, we may say if thus and thus are allowed to emerge or continue, then
such and such may occur or intrude. The possibilities for reinvention are vast,
and incidentally opportunities for success are largely dependent on the will
and desire of political actors to follow the honorable and responsible path. We
basically choose how we want this present political drama to terminate. But
enough of putative generalities… now to brass-tacks.
If the President and his cabinet, the
incumbent legislators and state governments across the board do not revert from
their current “I-don’t-give-a-damn” posturing, and they continue to do little
or no work, and take unsightly remunerations; if they continue to transfer
national wealth to private accounts with scant regard for retribution; if they
continue to caress indicted thieves and cavort with determined criminals… the
year 2013 is a potent number that may herald tremors and terrors that will
suffocate corrupt leadership and up-end despotic do-little mandarins who
purport to be selfless stewards of our commonwealth.
As predictions go, there is no absolute
in this crystal ball. There is nothing to show that a change of heart and a
reversal from current insensitive directions may prevent untoward consequences.
However, deeply ingrained traditions
and human predilection for selective amnesia may lull the current political
players to underestimate the inevitability of centrifugal forces that have
plagued this nation right from the first Lagos election of 1923.
TO BE CONCLUDED
By Femi Akintunde-Johnson
(Writer, Journalist & Author)
Contact: fajswhatnots@yahoo.com
Friday, August 10, 2012
At All Saints’ Church, Yaba's 80th Founder's Day - Part 2
Each
of the other 16 spiritual fathers of the Church is consciously annotated,
reflecting and dissecting their respective tenures. Beyond the Super Canons,
some priests also stood out. I note with amazement, the personality and talents
of Rev. Richard Vidal Earnshaw-Smith (1965-1966); obviously a foreigner (though
his origin is not indicated), he apparently was a stunning speaker of the
Yoruba language, especially “with the skilful use of proverbs which had
profound implication”. The book offers one example that had me scratching my
head – as did most of his Yoruba contemporaries. Earnshaw-Smith (most likely a Caucasian)
once brought a particular Synod meeting unto silence with these introductory
words: “Eyin agbaagba, mo kii yin. Se eyin naa le so wipe, A kii moo gun, moo
te, ki isu ewura ma l’emo – meaning: Elders, I salute you. You are the ones who
say that no matter how accomplished one is at pounding yam, water-yam, when
pounded, will always have lumps”.
His
meaning was hardly ambiguous. His personal interactions with Lagosians (mostly
Yoruba) bore this uncommon earthiness and rigorous desire to empathize and
connect deeply with his people.
But
the chapter is not all effusive, or non-critical reverence. Since frailties are
what truly make us humans, one or two of the vicars sometimes painted shades of
anomy, however inadvertently. Rev. S.S.O. Sodipe (1987 – 1989) is recognized as
a gifted teacher and a thorough Anglican, his challenge in interpersonal relationship
appears to have under-whelming ramification on his ministry, apart from his
partial disability.
In
brave diplomatese, the book grumbles lightly (on page 68): “Many parishioners
did not fully appreciate the good work of this man. He nevertheless silently
but effectively, improved the spiritual life of this Church.”
We
also recognize the adventuresome nature of Rev. A.A. Akinade (1991-1994) who
sought practical baptismal experience for his wards beyond the precincts of the
Church, and found a brook in Ketu he used for baptism by immersion.
And
lastly, Rev. Yinka Olumide (1960-1961) was innovative and selfless, but was
“blunt almost to the point of discomfort, and spared no one whom he believed
could put God’s work in jeopardy, regardless of that person’s status.”
The
longest chapter (89 pages) is also the most bibliographic; it’s called “Societies
and Organizations”. To underline its importance, the chapter lies in the middle
of the book, reminding us that these over 32 associations are indeed the spine
of All Saints’ Church, Yaba.
In all my years of study, I have never come
across such vitality, patience and enthusiasm in collating, welding and
establishing a plethora of human activities with clearly laid down objectives,
tables of registered members (the old, the dead, the living, the leading and
the following). Though it’s obvious the societies wrote each of their own part
in the history of this Church as evidenced by the passion and ambition dripping
all over the pieces, the editors of these sundry divergent materials must have
invested hours of tedious and meticulous gate-keeping exercise to sustain some
order and timbre in the language, style, syntax and lexicon adopted for the
book. On most counts, they have succeeded.
Few
pointers nonetheless reveal the widespread difficulties of the editors’
herculean task. More than 90% of the chronology of the societies is in a
particular order – using maturity to serially arrange them. Except for the last
four society which appear as products of over-sight.
The
first society, Men’s Auxiliary Association was founded seven years into the
life of the Church in 1939 and listed above Young Men Christian Association
(YMCA) of 1943. Yet the last four include groups with disparate dates of origin
like Ladies Friendly Society (1978), the Ladies Workers’ Union (the oldest
female society, in 1944), the Association of Jerusalem Pilgrims (2009) and then
Christian Pioneers’ Society (1984).
We
may equally have to clarify if one of the venerable pioneers, CWB Sawyer is the
same as the leading choirmaster, CWB Savage on page 183.
However,
it is salutary to note that this kind of work that attempts to record human
activities and achievements in documentary format can only be a work in
progress – as long as humanity sustains and procreates, this book will continue
to witness additions, reversions,
corrections and embellishments. It is on this premise, that I advise that the
section on YMCA should be reviewed to indicate that it came to All Saints in 1943, about 99 years (in this same
June) after it was first mooted by a Londoner, George Williams (1844). Please,
take your cue from the correct attribution of the Boy’s Scout Movement on page
100.
We
also need to reconcile the correct owner of the slogan; “Show the Light”
between Men’s Christian Circle (MCC, 1979) on page 131 and Torch Bearers
Society (1984) of page 141.
Still
on lapses: a magical pronoun pokes its head on page 49 beside Revd. Hunter; then,
“had never heard of” on page 65 can do with a simple “ever’. And this: Earnshaw-Smith
died on November 20, 1969, and the Trust Fund instituted in his honour at
Immanuel College, Ibadan could only have been after his demise, yet the book, on
page 66, says “even though he had already left a year earlier, in October,
1966”.
As
earlier stated, more work needs to be done in updating and enriching the book
in subsequent editions. For instance, Egbe Imole whose picture appears on page
229 marking her 40th anniversary suggests there is/was a Yoruba
society after the formation of Egbe Ife Olorun (1946). And a tiny caption slip peeps
at us on page 233 (YMCA picture).
As
a whole, I find the chapter extraordinary in the assemblage of names, officials
and sundry attainments and activities. To neutrals, it looks as if the entire
membership of the Church in the last 80 years has been squeezed into this
monumental book.
Chapters
six to ten deal essentially with structures and main-frames of the Church – Parish
Church Council, the Service Units. Evangelical Ministry, Children’s Sunday
School and The Saints magazine. In amazing reservoir of intellectual
perspective and high sense of occasion, all persons, personages, actors
(including children) figures and ordinances that gave birth to, and have
sustained those aforementioned operations and administrations, are efficiently
labeled and documented. The language of recollection is civil and simple – even
bordering on the reverent. Contributions in seemingly routine activities and
unheralded gestures are generously splashed across the canvass of time, for
contemporary Christianity not merely to admire and revere – but to remind us
that the passions for the things of God are recognizable, codifiable and
rewardable, before our very eyes.
The
concluding chapters (Historical Pictures, Harvest In Retrospect and Epilogue)
bounce across 17 pages, panting at the storms of emotions and spirituality that
have gone far behind.
For
the avoidance of doubt, “The Journey So Far At 80” is not a scholarly tomb. Though
historical in motivation and pedagogic in delivery, the prevailing sentiment
around the book is a passionate desire to equip the succeeding generations with
tools forged in undiluted hardwork, non-conceited communal love, irrepressibly
keen sense of brotherhood and absolute joyful trust in the God Almighty.
The
book, sensibly legible in deference to adult readership, provokes all who read
it to take a bite from the bread baked by His Lordship, the Rt. Revd. Adebayo Akinde
on page 8: “It is hoped that (more recent parishioners and the present generation)
would be able to relate with the evolution of the Church, the growth and her
mission to be home to all who sincerely seek God, desire a warm Christian
fellowship and worship, end-time harvester of lost souls, committed good
stewards of God’s resources who long to see that Christ’s Kingdom is
established and His will is done on earth”.
It
is equally true that the stock of humanity gains and soars in robust knowledge
when it is exposed to intellectual helpings, most especially scrapped from the
grip of history and the ashes of death. Such is the potential and power of this
book, even as the future awaits further amendment and enlargement.
Let
me leave you with this statement from this cynical fellow often noted for
poking graceful jibes at the Anglicans. Ambrose Gwinett Bierce defines every
Christian’s most cherished word thus: “Everlasting, adjective; Lasting forever.
It is with no small diffidence that I venture to offer this brief and
elementary definition, for I am not unaware of the existence of a bulky volume
by a sometime Bishop of Worcester, entitled “A Partial Definition of the Word
‘Everlasting’ as used in the Authorized Version of the Holy Scriptures”. His
book was once esteemed, and still is, I understand, studied with pleasure to
the mind and profit to the souls". (A. G. Bierce, born June 24, 1842).
In
truth, I concur, “The Journey So Far At 80” will give “pleasure to the mind and
profit to the souls” of all who come across it.
Thank
you.
Femi
Akintunde-Johnson
(Author
and Journalist)
Thursday, August 2, 2012
FELA: He Was Here!
AS TODAY, AUGUST 2, MARKS 15 YEARS SINCE THE LEGEND DEPARTED, WE CELEBRATE HIS PASSAGE, HIS MESSAGE AND HIS PERSONAGE...
FELA LIVES ON...IN
THE FERMA OF OUR MATTER... HERE'S IS MY TRIBUTE PUBLISED ON THE VERY DAY HE WAS
BURIED AT TAFAWA BALEWA SQUARE IN TUMULTOUS ATMOSPHERE BEFFITING A BENEVOLENT
UNIVERSAL EMPEROR...
He
was not immodest; he just had to say it as he felt it. You might wish to block
your ears to escape the predilection of the weak-hearted. Even before death
destroyed, when the mere thought of the great passage claimed the sanity of
less endowed men; one of the world's most illustrious beings, Olufela AnikuIapo
Kuti challenged death. He chose a name, the established idiom of primary human
inter-relationship; and told the world in dear terms what his name stood for:
"He who emanates greatness (Fela), who has control over death (Anikulapo)
and who cannot be killed by man (Kuti)".
Those who love Fela will spend precious
moments eulogizing his irrepressible courage in the face of official
braggadocio, his unbelievable stamina in spite of cold and barbaric attacks
from soulless soldiers; his irreverent disparagement of religious pretences
which have turned the souls of Nigerians to helpless sponge of
unpredictability. They go on and on about the pungency of his lyrics; the
asceticism of his yabis; the finesse of his masterful compositions, the
surrealism of his arcane religious beliefs.
And that is not all of Fela. Because he is a
living being, a particularly assertive, domineering and unabashedly principled
being; he has a legion of detractors, professional opponents and sworn enemies
- only surpassed by his legion of fans and millions of silent envious admirers.
Therefore, it will not be a strange
occurrence, even if the conclusion is strange, to "see" the other
picture of Fela which his avowed 'opponents' would paint. To them, he is
incurably addictive to contraband substances of all sorts. His commune and
music provoke unnecessary rebellion and waywardness in ordinarily obedient and
normal young souls. His courage and logic are misplaced, misapplied and
misinformed; that confrontations with higher authorities, in spite of the
latter's corrosive corruption, have been divinely discountenanced by the holy
books. So who is a man to challenge such entities?
That Fela is paganistic and a consummate atavist
whose grating realism has been deactivated by an undue exposure to evil
doctrines and occultic societies. They can go on and on vouching for the
sanctity of their beliefs.
But the two camps will be compelled to arrive
at a joint decision - that FELA is Africa's most colourful artiste. That Fela
is the voice of the oppressed: chanting, ranting, grumbling and forever
carpeting the incredible excesses and corruption of Africa's depraved
leadership. All the big, mean rulers got the flip of his tongue: Bedel Bokassa,
Mobutu Sese Seko, Said Barre, Olusegun Obasanjo, Yakubu Gowon, Idi Amin, etc.
Today, as Fela is buried, Nigeria will
tremble - sorrow, tears and blood will flow. It will be in character. As Fela
himself reminded us: that is the "regular trademark" of the African
situation - especially the Nigerian
environment. Nigerians, who grunted and dallied to honour their own son, while
the world poured encomiums and love on him while alive, will today shed
crocodile tears of immeasurable affection. The media, even those who could not
stand Fela's abrasive outspokenness, would write their fingers white with
layers and pages of empty eulogies and profane celebration.
Even the government, a past-master of
uncoordinated state burials, will suck the glowing drops of international
exposure today's burial of Africa's creative magnum opus will attract. But this
is the same government which hastened his death, which destroyed his wealth,
which antagonized his ideas and almost vanquished his soul.
And the uncontrollable flow of the
down-trodden, the trodden and the untrod would mill around the Tafawa Balewa
Square, venue of the lying-in-state, moaning, crying, postulating, lamenting
and virtually crippling the roads and soul of Lagos. Yet, these are the same souls
Fela had battled to infiltrate and activate, to become conscious and committed
so they could lift his crusade beyond lyricism to street activism. The people
failed Fela, bowing to the greater fear of pain, loss, poverty and
imprisonment.
In envy at Fela's courage and vision, and
their embarrassing lack of such, the people gaped at Fela's tribulations on
their behalf; sneered at Fela's antics and vituperations; chuckled at Fela's
yabis and reformative anecdotes - but they lost him.
Fela struggled to bring himself and his
vision down to the level of the ordinary Africans; to be able to motivate them
and thus recreate a continent of progressive malcontents. But his people
refused to follow his lead; they ran into the safety of career building and property
acquisition. They vanished into the semi-darkness of religious
"salvation" - surrendering their tomorrow to no one in
particular.
Even the few that heeded, were booed,
stigmatized and ostracized. In no time, the focus changed for the strong breed:
they were forced to redirect their rebellion. The emerging malcontents were
pushed to a revivalist vision: to confront societal norms and obeisance;
instead of converging into a force powerful enough to change society, change
governments and their irresponsibility.
Fela's message got lost, and trivialities
were elevated to diffuse his impact and crusade. Thick hairs were planted in
the earlobes of young souls. Priorities were misplaced or lost entirely; force
replaced logic with barbarism. Even Nigerian musicians did not understand the
equation of Fela's essence. For two or three years, the umbrella body of the
musicians, Performing Musicians Employers Association of Nigeria (FMEAN)
cajoled, begged and hassled Fela to attend their Nigerian Music Awards (NMA) to
receive, in person, his Afrobeat Music Award! Of course, he refused and
lambasted them.
Unfortunately, it never occurred to them
then, that Fela that was so well-loved and admired all over Europe and the
Americas, deserved much more than a miserly award in a category of music genre
he single-handedly created! What is the pungency or relevance of Mariam Makeba,
Hugh Masekela and, even Manu Debango, to their national ideals? They all fled
their broiling countries, throwing jibes and glove-laced punches at the terrors
at home from the safety of distances. Fela confronted the ogres at his own
backyard - and withstood the consequences - for 25 years!
Today, Fela is buried. Tomorrow, his children
will start the unofficial mourning. But forever, his legend, myth and music
will flow and flourish.
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