Wednesday 26 November 2014

SOME OF THE THINGS...

SOME OF THE THINGS…

A close-up observation of the Lagos international airport should be able to provide any keen observer enough detail of some of the things that are fundamentally wrong with the Nigerian state. I had the “pleasure” of being at the airport on Monday night to pick-up a family member and could not resist committing the “offence” of looking about and documenting in my mind the things I saw and heard during the ordeal. I arrived at the makeshift car park a few meters from the main terminal and beside the big chapel situated on the right side of the road towards the airport. The time was 6:11pm when I approached the access gate for my electronically tagged paper pass; I quickly observed that there was now a different method for charging from the last time I was there. It was now a mandatory first hour charge of 200naira then 100naira for every additional hour; I braced myself for a long wait and a higher fare.

It took about 15 minutes before the lone bus shuttling between the car park and the arrival zone arrived. It has been a few months now since the old car park characterized by numerous pot-holes and congestion was demolished for “transformation” by a certain Chinese construction company. The waiting area outside the arrival lounge was crowded and disorganized as usual. It came as no surprise when a scene suddenly developed just outside the open glass doors. The overly steep nature of the descent from the exit doors regularly caused luggage piled upon trolleys to fall over despite the many comical attempts to prevent such. Cascading luggage could not however compare to what we were about to witness only 10 meters away.

I watched as the crew of a certain European Airline made their way to a waiting vehicle somewhere on the right side of the exit. One of the pilots who was at the rear, appeared to be held up in conversation with a small group of people including a young man who was probably a teenager. The almost 7 feet tall male had apparently held on to the sleeve of the pilot refusing to let go despite appeals from airport staff and his family members who had been waiting to pick him up. Nigerians began to gather around the ensuing drama with some commenting about a suspected psychiatric condition while a few who stood behind me wondered if the lad was a basketball player. The obviously tense young man seemed to be only pacified by the words of the pilot ignoring pleas by others around to let go of the jacket sleeve which had two golden stripes just like the other hand. When it was obvious that the airline crew had been delayed long enough, the time came for the pilot to free himself from the loose grip and join his colleagues waiting in the bus. Some airport security men had moved towards the center of the gyration supposedly in anticipation of a degeneration of proceedings. They were apparently unprepared as the tall and lanky frame broke free from them after a few harsh words were exchanged and began taking long strides in pursuit of the now fleeing pilot and the airline escort.

We all looked on in amazement as a handful of airport security officials made timid attempts to halt the now very upset man who was swinging his long arms wildly to prevent anyone from taking hold of his hooded sweatshirt. I was almost certain that he would catch up with the pilot but this did not happen as a mobile policeman who was most likely unaware of the origin of the situation pulled up beside the running man and grabbed him with one hand while holding his AK-47 rifle in his other hand. The policeman must have been a full two feet shorter than the restless runner but his efforts though very risky was sufficient to delay long enough for the security agents to catch up with the action. The airline crew eventually got away and the next thirty to forty minutes was occupied by a wailing and inconsolable young man held crudely by at least three airport security staff while his brother attempted to calm his nerves. The action had moved a considerable distance away from the exit doors although a few people still gravitated towards the scene to scan for more gossip. An overzealous civil defence officer who was missing in action when the young man was punching wildly suddenly appeared and barked instructions for those closest to the exit to retreat behind an imaginary boundary.

I felt pity for the young man and for the pilot who must have been alarmed that a gangling and distressed man was allowed to pursue him in a foreign land. It was appalling to watch lax security with officials failing to anticipate and protect a pilot who should never have been allowed to have his sleeve held by anybody. It was sad to watch a distressed young man chased down and held so awkwardly like a criminal when a medical solution such as sedation could have been attempted. What if the policeman’s gun went off? Would there have been a rapid emergency medical response? After it all died down, I observed that it was business as usual for the many franchises that have regularly operated and the more recent ones which sprang up at the airport since the construction of a new car park commenced.

The taxi service at the airport is obviously unregulated with several men accosting newly arrived passengers straight out of the exit with offers of a pleasant ride. It is difficult to identify genuine operators if at all such methods are abnormal in the first instance. Foreigners are also not spared perhaps because the transporters hope to encounter a few generous and gullible enough to patronize them. The use of airport baggage trolleys is mostly free at airports across the globe (I may be wrong); however this franchise is run in Lagos by a group who charge specific amounts despite the taxes inherent in the relatively high ticket fares paid by Nigerians when compared to other nations. Some of the employees who ought to retrieve trolleys from all over the airport present themselves to passenger as helpers for pushing trolleys out of the airport after which they demand for tips. I have witnessed one fellow who angrily rejected the tip given to him because he felt he deserved more for his effort; this was without considering that the use of the trolley had actually been fully paid for.

Most serious and modernized airports in the world have motorized electric carts that traverse the length and breadth of their structures to carry travelers who may be elderly, those whose movement may be impaired or those who need to reach their departure gates in record time. The few that exist in the airport in Lagos are surely benefitting a few having been deployed outside the main terminal to offer services at a cost to anyone or group of people in need of express transport all the way to the interim car park instead of waiting for and scrambling for the free bus. The rocky and uneven path to the park has no doubt led to the burnt rubber which serves as wheels of these buggies. More dangerous is the reckless nature of the young men who actually do the driving; many times they only barely manage to avoid knocking down bystanders.

It has become normal and acceptable to have immigration, custom and National Drug Law Enforcement Agency officials paw through our luggage and threaten us with some unknown contravened law regarding the content(s) of our bags only for them to ask us to “bless the table” or pay some ridiculous fine(s) which never get documented or have receipts issued in exchange. It is normal to wait at the departure gates and conveyor belt area in boiling heat; it has become easy to accept the substandard nature of lavatories, leaky roofs and a generally dirty environment. Such anomalies as these are not unique to the aviation industry; other public services and government establishes are ravaged by most if not all of these vices. Some people call it the Nigerian factor, a exogenous genetic defect that predisposes an individual become selfish in his thoughts and actions. We are hardly concerned with the things that would benefit the general populace; we have become adapted to surviving in the midst of anarchy and lawlessness.

An agitated people may not likely cease from their debilitating ways spontaneously if they do not get direction and reason to embark on saner paths. A corrupt people will most likely stop offering bribes if those above them cease from making such demands; a mother will not break the bank to secure an admission for her son if she is assured that the admission process will be done fairly irrespective of tribal, gender or social status considerations. The people will become more patient if they see their leaders waiting in the same line with them and using the same facilities like them. Security officers at the airport bar people from getting close to the arrival gate to pick up new arrivals; those powerful enough to overrule them or generous enough to grease palms do not however operate by these orders. There is one law for the elite and another for the others; many become desperate to fall into the former category even those who claim grace and anointing. We do in fact know the normal use of resources but do not mind utilizing such abnormally or for personal gain. A few cases of abnormal use may actually be attributable to ignorance; it is high time those who understand “normal” are encouraged and sponsored to lead the way and guide the people on the path of righteousness, justice and equity.

Leaving the airport was another dilemma. I looked at my wristwatch and thought we still had time to exit before my parking time trickled into the third hour. We made it to the spot where others were already in line to board the bus back to the parking lot. There was a mad scramble when the bus eventually arrived and it was a miracle to me that we squeezed ourselves in just ahead of a prominent Nigerian Pastor who is regularly on television. I was very impressed that a respected man like that would engage in hustling for the same transport medium like the “common man” and unlike some of his kind who I am certain would have been swept away from the departure zone by their exotic protocol officials. I greeted the man when our eyes made contact; he had been engage in a brief discussion with another man who was also familiar with him as a pastor. We endured an almost 30minutes drive due to the fairly heavy traffic that had built up as a result of the many vehicles arriving at the airport to drop off departing passengers that night and by the time we pulled up at the car park, my car was well into the third hour of parking. I could not help but notice that a Caucasian had joined us in the struggle to enter the bus in which we were stuffed in together like sardines in a can.

I had to pay four hundred naira for three hours of parking which did not take into cognizance the bottle necks and avoidable delays of Ebola screening, immigration clearance, baggage retrieval and the single bus which was deployed that night to convey people to and from the airport. The bus is free and I am certain those responsible must be glad in their hearts that they are doing the people a favor just like the “transformers” and government officials at all levels boast about the dividends of democracy they have provided for their people. They chant about constructed roads that still cut short the destinies of Nigerians, 4000 megawatts of electricity, boreholes, Almajiri schools amongst other basic things which ought to be the right of the people and not privileges. The nation’s health sector cannot remain as it is with regular strikes crippling the system. The last time the Nigerian Medical Association went on a protracted strike, all hell was let loose and doctors called names. The federal institutions are essentially paralyzed at the moment because other health workers are now on their own strike leaving theatres, clinics and laboratories shut even though the doctors are at work. We must urgently canvass for a system with structure; one that favors the entire populace above selfish interests. There is a workable template that was operational when our nation was still young; this could be a start point to revive, restore and stabilize our nation. I hope we have the courage to move for lasting change next year.

Joa
26/11/2014




Tuesday 25 November 2014

TOP-BOTTOM

TOP-BOTTOM


Praise God "somebory", I have finally obtained my temporary driver's licence after appying 14 months ago and spending 4 hours this morning with the FRSC. The FRSC guys were running a parallel line of data capturing to those of us on the official queue but I do not know if they were collecting on the spot kickbacks for that purpose. Some people will say the FRSC guys are corrupt and should do better than circumvent the process to favor some two-headed individuals over those with one head.

They will say if the FRSC guys change their ways Nigeria would change. No doubt they have a good point but have we for a second thought about why some of our law enforcers do what they do? Today was my third visit to the data capturing centre with the previous occasions characterised by a crowd and new dates scribbled on our forms. I miraculously got a text from them in September when I was out of town meaning that I could not report there. So another text on saturday must mean that something credible at least is now happening there totally different from the chaos of the past.

Disorganization with respect to obtaining official documents mostly happens in Lagos. Why? The population is outstanding with a greater proportion of individuals exposed enough to demand for such materials. The Nigerian factor of balancing equations is also responsible. The facilities and personel required to ensure speedy and hitch-free processing of applications are usually in short supply relative to what is made available in other states. This causes a gridlock like the traffic jam that is pathognomonic of Lagos. Lagosians generally feel they have to be in a hurry and would readily palpate itchy palms to get first class treatment and access.

The deficiency of resources only serve to make matters worse; perhaps proper planning and allocation of materials will discourage would-be opportunists from establishing franchises for ripping desperate people off. Perhaps common sense could have made the distribution of permanent voter's cards less cumbersome and chaotic; the sight of fellow citizens scrambling like pinballs to get re-registered or to collect their cards as shown on the news is as appauling as when "onorabu" representatives exhibited their fitness levels by indulging in high jump and gymnastic routines.

The mess from the top creates disaster at the bottom just like Mr Interior's immigration disaster led to the death of job seekers. In saner climes, heads roll for that and nothing is left undone to ensure justice and closure. The 1989 Hillsborough disaster that led to the deaths of 96 football fans due to a human stampede was thoroughly investigated and policies altered for good; the police, emergency services and stadium operations were amended. These are the standards we should aspire for as a nation; we should not demand for the police woman at an illegal roadblock to cease from demanding "wazo" while the politician in the executive makes away with stealing billions of dollars (common stealing is not corruption). Forfeiting 50naira compared with 20 billion dollars; which of these transactions would drastically improve the lives of Nigerians?

A top to bottom approach followed by a reciprocal bottom up change of behavior I believe is the way to curb corruption and limit its effect.

joa
24-11-14

Sunday 23 November 2014

And I don't know their names.

And I don't know their names.


I went to the market with my wife this morning; my first market outing for about 3 months now.  I usually volunteer to go to the market to buy foodstuff because I believe I'm a better, faster and more charming haggler than my wife is thanks to the many years of  understudying one of the best through the many markets of Lagos mainland and Island; my mother.

Our first point of call was my "customer" and regular stew ingredient seller.  I have bought fresh tomatoes, pepper and onions  from only her stand in that market for about 3 years now at least.  She had not seen me for a while and she was able to recognise that; she enquired about my welfare as usual and we embarked on our transaction with the regular understanding and speed.

It occurred to me that I have never for once asked about her name. I understand that the progress of her business is paramount on her mind but I am sure that many people have such interactions with their market "customers" that goes just beyond the regular eye service or seriousness that many of us wear to such locations. 

How is it possible to smile, chat and sometimes joke with someone whose name I do not know for more than 3 years? I thought about this and then remembered how I patronised a certain young lady's store at Bodija market when I was an undergraduate student of the university of Ibadan. For almost 7 years, I bought food stuff there and cannot recollect if I ever heard her name.  The truth is that  peradventure I see the young lady from Ibadan now or in 10years time in a random location, I would absolutely recognise her.  I don't know if to call this kind of marketplace interactions a friendship but I think it could be something close to that at least.

We meet people daily, our backgrounds may affect the way we interact with them but it is still our individual responsibility to leave a good and appropriate impression at these moments. I remember being in the lecture theatre as a freshman waiting for a chemistry class when a classmate talked down with utter disdain on another  calling him a wretch because he didn't have good clothes and shoes on. Some of our current "friends" who know our names may not even be concerned when we are away for extended periods; a market trader who likewise does not know my name is able to welcome me back and wish me well.  We can actually establish bonds across race, tribe, religion or social class.  Some of the people we have looked down upon in the past are no longer on the same spot and may as well have exceeded us. 

We may never have the time or chance to ask each other's names but we can treat ourselves right and with respect like proper human beings should.

Perhaps I need to work really hard on this frailty with respect to asking for and recollecting names later on.

Joa
22/11/14

Thursday 20 November 2014

Happy Birthday

THE ?PRESIDENT
FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA
ASO ROCK AND VOLCANO.

Dear Sire/ Emperor,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOODLUCK JONATHAN

I don't particularly feel guilty that I've never rated you and that I never voted for you. I will tell my grandchildren about one of my greatest feats in life which is never voting for you.

I'm sorry that your Ibom syndicate couldn't quite orchestrate an elaborate birthday present for you last night; they didn't know that the South Africans were going to smuggle  OluRantie through the airport when they could have in fact singled him out for stringent ebola screening. They also underestimated the preoccupation of the legendary retrograde Ikotun seer with frustrating a coroner's inquest.

I'm sure you were in a sense unhappy hence the request for an urgent national assembly versus Central police games. I was very impressed that the cops won the projectile category but they were no match in the obstacle course and high jump category. I'm only glad that there was no follow-up resuscitation drill at the attending national hospital ER. I was in Abuja the last time there was an Intra-national assembly combat games. One of the combatants for the Ette house went into cardiac arrest from all his exertion and the resuscitatorscouldn't revive him. It's clear that this generation of reps are remarkably very fit and can withstand even harsh conditions.

I'm sorry I cannot send you a gift, it is even difficult for me to say a heartfelt prayer of blessing for you. Notwithstanding, I want to request that you help me look through the WAYEC list of the Chibok high school for any girl whose birthday is also today or around this week. If you find any, kindly help me buy a card and address it to her with any worthwhile gift of your choice. Don't be offended that I'm sending you on an errand but I realised that NIPOST is unreliable and the last time you had your media chat, you kind of agreed that over 200 girls were taken for an excursion to the Sambissa botanical garden and you affirmed that you knew their exact GPS location and the postcode to that vicinity.

Thank you in anticipation of a favorable response and regards to your wife, when is she going to share mattresses and tomatoes to my region?

Yours not lying,

Joa.

Tuesday 18 November 2014

WE MUST TRY.

WE MUST TRY.

I have been a bit off cyberspace for a few days now due to the stress of travelling and transiting. I had a good and memorable few weeks outside of the hustle and bustle of Nigeria but not without being regularly weighed down by the many depressing tales that emanated during the same period.


I had the good pleasure of being part of a truly Nigerian gathering on Saturday where old “friends and foes” met again, some after 16years to reignite pleasant memories and establish new bonds of friendship, business and other passions. It was all in honour of my man "Waziri" who joined the club of married brethren; I wish the new family great grace and favor now and always.

I observed the screen in front of me as the Airbus plane I was in approached to land at the Dubai international airport. It was already dark and I couldn't help but admire the well-lit buildings and roads that were characteristic of Dubai. I looked out for the landing strip but found it difficult to locate as every linearly oriented light source appeared like a landing area. I finally realized that the landing strip had lights which blinked on and off to guide the pilots. Despite the guide, our plane approached the landing slightly out of line with the runway and appeared to swerve sharply to have the imbalance corrected once the landing gears touched the tarmac much to the relief of many of us on board. The thought that came to mind during the approach was the relative ease it would be for pilots to land in a Nigerian airport at night due to the absence of widespread electricity; spotting a landing strip with lights should not be difficult in a sea of darkness. I quickly remembered the aborted landing of a small overland aircraft at Ilorin due to runway light failure I experienced on the weekend of Jonathan’s adopted daughter’s wedding. We had to endure a missed flight to Lagos and worse still a disgraceful attempt by the airline officials to dodge refunding the cash paid by a few of us just about one hour earlier.

My waiting period in Dubai was supposed to be more than 7hours so I felt in no hurry to pass through the necessary security checks unlike those with minimal time left to catch their connecting flights. I glanced up and down the large display screens in English and Arabic without finding any notice of the Lagos bound flight. A few meters away from where I stood was the medium frame of the Osun state governor clad in dark brown and slightly patterned “buba and soro” with a characteristic light brown, native cap tilted to the right. He was either on the phone or talking with a few associates standing in small group with their bags and suitcases. A swarm of Nigerians suddenly appeared through the arrival gate on my left and one middle-aged woman broke away from the group and quickly exchanged pleasantries with the governor who she was obviously familiar with. Typical of Nigerians, a few whispered to themselves in hushed tones barely glancing to their left; “Ogbeni Rauf niyen now”, “Is that not the Osun state governor?”


I debated within me whether to intrude on the governor’s small circle but I did not want to appear too forward so I kept my cool and stood where I was. Then suddenly, Mr Rauf with his phone pressed to his right ear moved forward in my direction in response to an associate’s beckoning. That was my chance to meet a Nigerian governor in person for the first time; the closest I have ever been to a sitting governor was watching Jonah Jang from about 20 yards away addressing over 2000 youth corp members and saying nothing too significant apart from the provision of four cows to augment the dietary chart of young and dynamic men and women for 3 weeks. The cows indeed arrived but were very similar to the 7 lean cows recorded in the book of Genesis. As Ogbeni Rauf inched closer to where I stood with my backpack hanging from my shoulders, I put a foot forward and stretched out my right hand calling to him. “Governor Aregbesola” I said to him and he immediately put his phone down and grabbed my hand. Then I went on, “Sir, we must win 2015 o, you have to ensure that we win and save Nigeria!” He laughed and assured me that they were leaving no stone unturned to ensure that. He must have been glad that a random fellow would approach him on foreign soil with only one topic which was the soul of Nigeria. He was now in a hurry but still found it necessary to gesture to one of his associates to come over and listen to what I had just told him. Their airport transport arrived and the governor had to turn back in the other direction but not without reassuring me again. I decided to speak with the man because that is exactly what my late father would have done. He did not subscribe to timidity; timid is what the Nigerian system has turned Nigerians to.


We have become scared of change and right like some people are scared of arachnids or the dark. We are held captive by mediocrity and ineptitude; ignorance has become preferable to genius. Competence and courage has become reduced to kindergarten talk about religion, tribe and age. One man says our system needs restructuring and upholding of the fundamental principles that would rid us of corrupt practices but the other man’s wife goes around calling herself the mother of grown men and sharing “keke NAPEP”, grinders, mattresses, groundnut oil and tomatoes in exchange for votes. Like Rauf assured me that they were doing their best; the change that some of us really envision cannot be left as the responsibility of the opposition politicians. We must not be scared of the noise the transformers are making; empty barrels they are. We must register to vote and weather the storm to indeed vote whether it is on valentine’s day or not. We must join in campaigning for genuine and right candidates at all levels; we must invest time and resources to educate aright as many young and old alike who are either ignorant of the truth or have their senses blighted by primitive sentiments propagated by those who have held on to our aorta since 1999 and are hell-bent on doing so till when the dam breaks.


We must try at least.

Joa
18/11/14

Monday 3 November 2014

HERE AND THERE

HERE AND THERE.

When news broke in April 2014 that the a “few” girls had been taken hostage from a town in Borno state by armed insurgents, I was initially skeptical and decided to be cautious before spreading rumours that is somewhat characteristic of the Nigerian landscape. It did not quite make sense to me that over 200 school girls could have been readily marched or bundled into the backs of heavy duty trucks in the middle of the night with headlamps flashing and engines rumbling without detection by soldiers who had been in Northeastern Nigeria enforcing a state of emergency. I then remembered the well reported incident in February 2014 where terrorists passed through the Federal Government College Buni Yadi in Yobe state leaving burnt buildings with dead or dying young boys in their wake but not without some “takeaway” girls who were also students of the school. This incident had verifiable video evidence to accompany the story but the Chibok episode seemed inconsistent with facts and figures oscillating from eyewitnesses, state government officials and military spokespersons. It was not until President Jonathan’s seventh media chat about three weeks later that I eliminated the requisite doubt that I had. The most powerful man in Nigeria must have been properly and accurately briefed about the events of the 14th of April before downloading at a public forum I thought to myself. That was the first time that the presidency acknowledged that some children were in fact taken from the school; prior to that, the spokespersons and first lady had in a way mocked the suggestions that one girl was taken not to talk of over 200.

The only reason why we are still talking about Chibok is a result of the regular protests and “noise” generated and propelled by the #BringbackOurGirls campaign; the girls taken from Yobe in February have been long forgotten and mere collateral damage. The Federal Government through its propaganda machinery has repeatedly churned out information aimed at earning some credibility  for the president who we can only say is out of his depths. They have insisted that the Boko Haram leader is dead and his role only reprised by stunt doubles and impostors. With brazen faces, they aggregate together to absolve anointed jet owners of guilt without investigation and tell tales of resounding victories over terrorists. One funny image was when they addressed the press one day and passed the microphone around from hand to hand with nylon gloves on perhaps suggesting that it could help prevent the spread of the ebola virus.

President Jonathan had requested for approval to obtain a 1 Billion USD loan to effectively trounce the terrorists raging in the Northeast amidst speculation that the military was grossly underfunded and overwhelmed against the firepower of Shekau’s troops. Nigerians became really surprised when reports came in from South Africa after the Ikotun-Egbe building collapse that a private jet belonging to the demon chasing president of the Christian association of Nigeria; Ayo Oritsejafor was apprehended with two Nigerians and One Israeli on board. They had breezed into the private airport with a few suitcases containing a mere $9.3million to buy some fireworks and toy guns. I want to believe that the South African authorities were miffed about the handling of the building collapse that consumed scores of her citizens. This must have been a cheap shot to spite the giant of Africa; Nigeria cannot be blamed for the inability of South Africans to fly around with suitcases containing hard currency and with the backing of their own president. That said, the government apologists swung into motion quickly to defend the deal for arms and the owner of the consecrated vessel which I believe was meant to be used to transport whatever cargo that $9.3million could afford or perhaps $15million since an additional $5.7million wire transaction was intercepted by Zuma’s overzealous boys. Ayo Oritsejafor’s jet would have been complicit in acquiring weapons that could have been deployed to cut down terrorists with more than a few friendly fires along the line. That would really be something to get a golden crown for before the judgment seat of God I guess. Following the botched arms deal were reports of unexpected military breakthroughs with terrorist operated vehicles and tanks seized and the photograph and video showing a dying and later a dead Shekau imposter. I wondered for a moment if the parliamentary approval for the billion dollar loan would still proceed but that still did not fall through. September was one month dominated by varying headlines that ranged from private jets to ebola and to the dead Shekau. It is rather shocking now that the man seems resurrected and determined more than ever before to make a mockery of the Nigerian federation. Who is fooling who?

Terrorism is a global phenomenon and it should not be unusual for Nigeria to be experience her own unfair share of the worldwide largess. Just like Ebola is trending, Nigeria cannot be immune to such debilitating conditions. If Pakistan can be experiencing terrorism, why should Nigeria be an exception? Ebola is in Guinea and has ravaged Liberia, are we any different from these nations? I suppose I am beginning to sound like the president of Nigeria; common stealing and corruption are not the same and no one person has put in as much effort to tackle corruption like this government has. Permit me to laugh internally; I was recently going through transcripts of a few of the media chats Jonathan has had since he was declared winner of the 2011 elections. Believe me, the man is lost in slumber land; the transcripts of those chats are enough to convince himself not to ever run for anything in this nation again.

The ebola virus infection was officially a local threat when Patrick Sawyer passed away in Lagos at the start of the last week in July. Many have tried to ascribe credit to those they thought responsible for curtailing the spread and attempts have been made to earn cheap political points especially with the approaching 2015 elections. It is rather unfortunate that Nigerians do not recognize that the Nigerian Medical Association strike action which was in play before the arrival of late Sawyer (described as a mad man by the love president Jonathan) helped a great deal to limit the viral load and curtail the spread. This is not to say that the situation with the strike was ideal; the truth is that we were never ready and if we had been operational as normal without the provision of basic and standard equipment and protocols, we would have had a far worse situation that Liberia had and is still plagued by. We should not forget the hysteria generated by drinking and bathing with near 100% salt solutions and the frantic clearance of hand sanitizers that do not even kill viruses at exorbitant prices. Instead of rolling on the floor over the graduation of Nigeria into Ebola freedom, we should be seated to restructure a health sector and internal affairs framework that would serve the Nigerian people and protect them against any future and unforeseen calamity like a plague. Brilliant suggestion many will say but we will hardly do anything about such because it contains the phrase “Nigerian people”; we do not really care.

Talking about caring, one can get a rough analysis about the psyche of ordinary Nigerians by their interactions and submissions in cyberspace located forums especially on National issues and politics. The damage done is enormous, worse than a myocardial or cerebral infarct. It does not necessarily have to be a factor of lack of or substandard education; many Nigerians on social media apart from not being able to properly construct coherent and accurate sentences in English, they are unable to express a thought without degenerating to insults and raining curses on anyone they perceive to be in opposition to their views. The stunted and atrophied state of our educational system has contributed in no small measure to breed individuals who are unable to see beyond their ethnic or religious prejudices. I am more disgusted at what emanates from citizens from the more southern part of the country beneath the rivers where the majority of educational institutions are situated. It seems education has failed to correct or at least dilute supremacist tendencies; it is easy for any individual to propagate his/ her destructive agenda through primitive minds at the expense of common sense. Some Nigerians have advocated for a Nation that has been in a union albeit enforced to split up without considering any possible scenarios that could arise from such chaos. They assume that our inherent differences are what hold us apart and prevent a total integration. They think that a separate Yoruba nation will become a bed of roses devoid of strife and war; that the Northeast of Nigeria should go on their own and burn to ashes if they so desire it. South Sudan got liberty from “North” Sudan and the first president and his vice were soon at each other’s jugulars. Now some people have failed to realize that it is not the differences of the numerous Cultures within “Central Sudan” that holds her apart but the scheming and greed of politicians with their internal and external collaborators who all share common interests.

I was going through a webpage that attempted to chronicle the atrocities attributed to Boko Haram since 2010 and realized that the last major assault on ordinary Nigerian citizens was on the 11th of August prior to the events of the past few days which included a massive onslaught on Mubi town in Adamawa and perhaps a motor park bomb blast that took over 30 lives on Friday. I am particularly concerned that a terrorist organization that brags about waging war against the Nigerian state has largely turned its resources on helpless citizens and never on government officials. They are on record to have killed at least 3 prominent Muslim clerics who dared to speak up against their perversion and a retired General and commander during the civil war. If indeed we are experiencing terrorism like Pakistan is, we would have heard about suicide bombing attacks targeted at prominent government actors and their ilk but not exclusively at motor parks, university campuses and secondary schools when children slept. The incumbent have always been quick to suggest that the opposition is the brain and financiers of this militant sect but since the inception of the government, it is on record that no prominent individual has been charged or convicted for acts of treason against the state. Are our security operatives that poor or spineless? The ex-governor accused subsequently denied the charges made against him by an Australian negotiator; he was soon provided heavily armed escorts to board his private jet at a shutdown airport on his way to declare for the ruling party. The same fellow was soon photographed welcoming Jonathan to Chad on a terrorism squashing mission. It is not unusual for such maneuvers to occur in our polity; the retired Squadron leader who was apprehended by the British authorities on money laundering charges with about 2.5million pounds in cash may soon find himself in the hallowed chambers of the senate retirement home despite the recent demise of his son in his Dubai home.

I find it striking that a close to 2 months period without significant civilian casualties outside of the areas under a state of emergency was occupied by the battle to curtail the Ebola virus. Could it be that the terrorist group was observing a kind of ceasefire to commemorate the period? Nigeria could not possibly have coped with a double impact of terrorism and a “ruthless” virus even though the government did not think it necessary to facilitate an agreement with striking doctors to tackle any potential epidemic. Ebola soon became past tense; the military announced a ceasefire with Boko Haram out of the blue and the impending unconditional release of all the Chibok damsels after which there was a WHO declaration of freedom and Professor Chukwu getting in line for the Ebonyi throne. It must be extremely difficult to listen to Shekau reading from his usually laminated script that no one affiliated to them was ever in discussions with the Government. Who do we believe now? Is it the opposition that forced the military spokesperson to announce a truce under duress? The minister of Interior a key player in the immigration recruitment exercise that claimed the lives of a few jobless young Nigerians who paid 1000naira to apply has since assured that the girls will surely be free despite Shekau’s wishful boastings backed by his seemingly newly acquired SUVs and 13 machine guns. The ceasefire hoax has now degenerated into a large scale assault to overcome major towns in the Northeast but certain Nigerians from other regions do not give a “damn”. They consider the North to be paying the price for their crimes over the past decades and could not care less if the entire terrain went into oblivion citing scriptural backing for their opinions at times.

It is all about 2015 at the moment; securing a 2nd term for Mr. President is top priority followed by the successful installation of his loyal foot soldiers as governors to reinforce the grip of the failed ruling party on their source of livelihood. The misdemeanor of a rebel House speaker cross carpeting to the side of the “disgruntled and terrorism funding” opposition should not be a distraction. Defying a seating president has been met with a radical withdrawal of his security detail despite the fact that it is on record that he still carries the title of the Speaker of the Federal House of Assembly. That is a topic for another day but the events of the past few days is enough proof that the much derided president has in fact got large hormone releasing gonads to deal with rebellion. The likes of Chukwu and Maku should not fail to visit the matriarch of the Jonathanian Kingdom for her blessings towards their future ambitions; Wike has already taken his blessing and birthright. They should be advised to move quickly before the resurrected one “wakas” away. Transformation is very much pathognomonic of the Nigerian landscape. Since the disappearance of the Chibok girls, the country’s Under 20 female team was denied the world cup trophy by a wrongfully disallowed goal but the senior girls have wiped that disappointment away by utilizing the transformation spirit to win the African trophy yet again; the same trophy first won when Abdulsalami Abubakar was military head of state. We need to concentrate on celebrating these girls and for a moment take our minds off the Chibok girls.

Let us not forget the radical move by the president to avert an inevitable FIFA ban on Nigeria. He called the contending players to Aso rock and ordered a compromise and the immediate recall of the nation’s spice boy Stephen Keshi as Nigeria’s coach. How many Nigerian presidents have ever achieved that? Now keshi is going to take up the job of the federation he recently said were not serious and having to recall the player he vowed never to play under him as long as remained coach. What a man? I think another media chat with the president is long overdue. I am looking forward to legendary quotes like “some people take common stealing to be corruption” or the one that made reference to Nigerians not being poor because the number of private jets owned and operated by Nigerians tell a different story; one that the present day  great people of Kenya will never recover from in their lifetime. I must however suggest that the organizers desist from advertising phony twitter accounts like @mediachatng1 used for the last episode or cooking up fake tweets and fielding stunt phone callers to ask questions that hardly reflect the yearnings of Nigerians.

The culture of deceit has to end otherwise Nigeria could go into cardiac arrest. It is most likely impossible to expect the current administration to turn a new leaf but we can help ease them back to their country mansions in 2015 by electing the opposition who seem to be more focused on the Nigerian project instead of the present one that seem to assume that salvation is embarking on yearly Israel pilgrimage surrounded by high profile clergy who command a cult-like followership in Nigeria and diaspora. Nigeria’s educational institutions remain crippled by incessant strikes and underfunding while South-south children and those of their cohort flood the Ivy League schools in England and the Americas for undergraduate courses completely funded by the state’s resources. The nation’s health institutions are close to implosion unable to prevent newborns needing a jolt to assist their lungs from dying or women from bleeding out after delivering their babies. The health workers who remain are overwhelmed and are more or less one step away from throwing in the towel. Teachers are in short supply or incompetent; our fundamental history capable of healing us from our genetic primitive sentiments is missing from the syllabus. Six years have breezed by and only phone and pepper thieves know the location of prisons; those who have siphoned life savings and pension funds get a spank on the backsides and thereafter get to sit at the table with the policy makers to plan their next heist. We are still slapping ourselves in boiling heat when we sleep and driving like Super Mario along Lagos-Ibadan expressway; young children still succumb to tetanus and we troop to India for basic healthcare that does not involve rocket science.

I was weary without any drive to ponder on Nigeria until I learnt they struck Gombe. I remember my trip to that beautiful state in 2009 and the rich plate of fried rice I consumed at a joint just outside and to the right of the entrance into the Gombe state specialist hospital. I remember going out at night to buy “suya” and the time spent at the young Zoo that was getting set up within the compound of the Gombe state University and I asked myself if Jonathan even knows Nigeria and what she is about. Nigeria is more than the black gold that has polluted the waters in Warri or the gas which is perpetually flared. Nigeria is more than balancing the equation of ethnic imbalance in politics and the civil service; She is more than a second term ambition or a “who is for or against” campaign. Nigeria is about the people; a people so resilient to continue to sleep “satisfied” in darkness and heat whilst the “masters” sleep upon 50million naira worth beds in mansions powered by endless supply of diesel. Nigeria is about the people who are desperate enough for a better life that they fast and pray endlessly often times getting entrapped in sects where they are held captive and constantly exploited. She is about the people who wake up at 3.30am only to get stuck in regular formula one races and traffic jams on the third mainland, Eko and Carter bridges, people who hardly get to sleep well or go for vacations. Nigeria is about the people who push carts under the sun and in the rain; people who cannot afford to send their children to school or put food with protein on their tables. It is definitely about the people who are prepared to risk their lives or crack their skulls utilizing Nigerian roads destroyed by landmines or without street lights.

It is sad that one of the most respected ground troops in the world get to suffer untold casualties from largely inferiorly trained insurgents. The number of young and dynamic young men wasted in the Northeast due to the failure of their country is heartbreaking. Those apprehended and beheaded, those cut down by insurgent arsenal and those who have had to resort to tactical maneuvering appear to have sacrificed in vain for a nation that seems not to care. We continue to repeat the same mistakes and never learning anything from our history. The recent events in Ouagadougou seem to inform me that things occur in cycles; we have had cycles in Nigeria and the incumbent must not be deceived that such cannot reoccur if they forcefully have their way. The truth will never be concealed forever.


Jide Akeju
3/11/2014


Gombe state University Zoo. 2009.