The Social Media and The Flight of Reason, By Fred Ohwahwa  

Recently, a friend of mine who I otherwise hold in high regard, sent me a message on WhatsApp. After reading the first two sentences, I fired him a response: that the statement was wrongly credited to the so-called author; that there was no way she could have written that.He responded by saying that somebody had actually informed him that I was correct. Then, why post something you already knew is dubiously credited to someone else? His response? That some of the points contained in the piece are valid!

I couldn’t just understand such logic. Now, how do you make a valid point in a fraudulent way? How do you give credit to someone for what he/she didn’t write, especially a piece that is dripping of mischief?

These are the days when people sit in the comfort of their homes, cook up stories or opinions, ascribe it to someone else and push same into the wider world through the Internet. The sad part is that people rush to embrace such dubious messages and propagate same.The gullible come from all ages and all classes of people. You would ordinarily think that age and experience should make people to be cautious in embracing certain information. Sadly, that has not been the case. It is amazing how people display their ignorance on issues and yet are so eager to jump into the fray. And they do so with very strong opinions. People barely read messages before for warding them to others. Not for them a time to digest the information therein and reflect on the implications.
Many group platforms have become toxic sites primarily because of this. Many members simply forget why such forums were established in the first place, and then proceed to convert them to their pet campaign projects. And in such instances, they fail to take cognisance of the political, ethnic and religious sensibilities of others on such platforms.

This is why on a platform meant for the welfare of an estate, for example, people will be spreading insidious sectarian messages, even when it is clear that membership of such platforms is composed of people with diverse ethnic, religious and political backgrounds.They spend a considerable amount of time ventilating their prejudices. They do not see the impropriety of running a campaign of calumny against people who may never see what they wrote about them, let alone be given the opportunity to put their own views across. It is even worse if the persons being discussed are from an opposing political camp or from “enemy” ethnic or religious groups. Our self-righteousness makes us incapable of understanding that we do not have a monopoly of good character and behaviour.

This jaundiced outlook on life has also made it difficult for many of us to enlarge or increase our circles of relationships. You claim to be a Christian, yet you find it difficult to attend a wedding ceremony in another denomination. It is the full display of the silly notion of My God is holier than yours.

Facebook in this part of world has become a platform for fighting all kinds of phantom and incendiary wars. Without thinking, people now gleefully sow divisions along political, ethnic, religious and even racial lines. Living harmoniously with neighbours has become an impossible proposition.Politics has become a hate-filled endeavour. People no longer disagree on issues based on principles and ideological disposition. Whatever you stand for is unacceptable. I will oppose you even before I understand what you are saying. It doesn’t matter even if what you are trying to accomplish is for the common good. I am duty bound to oppose it, just for opposition sake.

The social media have also exposed the underbelly of gullibility of many of us. We are quick to believe most of the things sent to us, especially those things that portray us in bad light.It is a measure of how much we lack self esteem when we believe and spread derogatory messages about ourselves as a people. People run down our country and our race and we gleefully spread such messages.

Which is not to say we cannot do better than where we are as a people. But many of the messages we share with friends and relations are actually designed to reinforce long-held prejudices and stereotypes by the authors.You look at a man who is hungry, and you conclude that he is lazy. You have not bothered to find out how he got to his present condition. Has he always been hungry? Did he lose all his money to robbers or fraudsters? Did he have the opportunity to be educated? Etc. Yet, we jump into conclusion.

We desire that people should read. But what do we read? Do we read things that edify us or that cause acrimony? Do we invest our energies in building a better society or tearing down the fragile fabric that hold us together?The choice is for us to make: to nurture and grow a culture of understanding and reflection or live in our own familiar and comfort zones. These are zones in which our ignorance and prejudices are reinforced by equally ignorant fellow travelers.

The new technologies of communication have become the chief culprits in the mental and intellectual laziness that predominate our thought processes. With so much information available like never before in human history, yet ignorance has taken centre-stage in the affairs of man. People have become more insular and ethnocentric in their dealings with their fellow men. The sovereignty of countries has become threatened by the sheer weight of ill-informed opinions and crass prejudice.

Long ago, I read the book, “Straight and Crooked Thinking” by Robert H. Thouless. First published in 1930, the book is appropriate for all times. It describes, assesses and critically analyses flaws in reasoning and argument. The basic principles set forth in that book have guided my thought processes over the past decades. Many so-called populist movements in many climes have their foundations rooted in crooked thinking. It is the belief that there is an El Dorado by the corner when the people move in a certain direction. But the history of man is the history of struggle and incremental improvement in the quality of life. Communism and Capitalism did not change that. And it is not about to change.

It is this flight of fancy (the abandonment of reasoning) that makes people to think that if they spend all their time praying without even venturing to do things, all will be well. That is why our country has since become a fertile ground for pastors, prophets and shamans of indeterminate pedigrees. We believe what they tell us, even when the evidence before us contradicts them.

United States Senator John McCain surely had in mind the abandonment of reason in our generation when he said last July: “I hope we can again rely on humility, on our need to co-operate, on our dependence on each other to learn how to trust each other again and by so doing better serve the people who elected us. Stop listening to the bombastic loudmouths on the radio and television and the Internet. To hell with them. They don’t want anything done for the public good. Our incapacity is their livelihood.”And in Nigeria, there are legions of people who make the incapacity of our governments their livelihood. It is time to withdraw the oxygen they rely on for their campaigns of mischief.
Ohwahwa wrote from Lagos

Phenomenal Woman: From Ibidunni Ituah Ighodalo Flows Milk of Human Kindness

Yuletide and New Year celebration provided an opportunity for the Ibidunni Ighodalo Foundation to show care and compassion to others

Her eyes widened in perplexity. She looked at her staff and the team of volunteers. They had worked very hard and were ready to call it a day, but she could not ignore the passionate plea from these three women carrying their babies. The ceremony was winding down. Against the good judgment of her staff that it was already dusk and that scarcity of petrol had made commuting very difficult, she persuaded them gently to re-consider the decision.

“We came here for these people. We cannot turn them back.” It was an appeal (not a command) from Mrs. Ibidunni Ighodalo, CEO of Elizabeth R, a top-notch events planning company and wife of Ituah Ighodalo, accountant and Senior Pastor of Trinity House. Persuading them with more soothing words, she moved ahead to make the women comfortable. Enveloping one of them in a hug, she took a baby from another.

It was the first edition of the Ibidunni Ighodalo Foundation baby shower charity called, Baby’s Day Out at the Open Field of the Millennium Housing Estate, better known as, Tinubu Estate in Ibeshe-Ikorodu, Lagos.

The IIF had announced that the event was for pregnant women and children between one day and one year old, but the organisers were forced to observe this restriction more in the breach-elderly women, teenagers and single ladies showed up in their thousands to benefit from the IIF largesse. Though there was a captive population in the estate, a teeming number of people joined them from nearby and far-flung neighbourhoods around Ikorodu and beyond.

Buses and trucks marked with the Trinity House and Elizabeth R insignia that carried various gift items were parked beside the field. Personnel from K-Square, a private security company were busy, trying to keep the children and their mothers from becoming unruly. There were two teams of men of the Nigeria Police keeping an eye on the crowd. Thank God, the situation never got out of control. By and large, the mild disruption was foisted on the event by parents who could not stay on the queue and excited children, who scampered to get a gift bag from Santa Claus.

The handout from the IIF were in different categories. Pregnant women were given clothes, baby bath set, raw food items and a bag filled with baby toiletries. Though some mothers tried to shave some months off their grown babies, officials of IIF insisted on giving the baby clothes to the right recipient. For the baby cot bed, pregnant women took to the dance floor to dance to music from DJ Shexy in order to decide who will take it home. The elderly women smiled home with one live chicken and food items.

Mrs. Ibijoke Adeboyejo said she was familiar with the charitable disposition of the Ighodalos since she worshipped under Pastor Ituah at the Redeemed Christian Church of God Christ Church, Gbagada. She got to know about the Baby’s Day Out on Facebook. Mrs. Olayinka Mokwenye heard of the charity through a friend. A good number of the women were residents of the estate. Many of them had modest expectations when they were notified of the event. But it turned out that the organisers exceeded their expectations by far.

Mrs. Bola Egbo, a teacher said she expected a children’s party. “The crowd is too much,” she said. Another teacher, Mrs. Sharon Uche who lives in the estate thought it was going to be a platform for evangelism. Her presumption was fulfilled in another way. “What the Ibidunni Ighodalo did was better than preaching and hitting people on the head with the Bible. They carried out practical Christianity.” Mrs. Shakirah Lawal, a Medical Laboratory Scientist said she saw much more than she expected.

Mrs. Florence Uju confessed that the IIF came with loads of gifts, but advised that they should be better organized next time. Perhaps, the luckiest of the women was Mrs. Jennifer Ojukwu who was vising her sister in the estate. As a pregnant woman, she was not only gifted with items for her unborn baby and herself, her four children also went home with gifts.


An IIF spokesperson said the organization was growing fast and was beginning to accommodate responsibilities which were not part of its original obligation. “We set out to help couples who were challenged with conception. It was a simple obedience to God. When you walk with God, you do not know where He is taking you. You just follow Him in complete trust and surrender. God is opening new horizons. Everything is related. When couples conceive, the next thing is a baby. The expansion of our mission is within rational progression.”

On New Year Day, the IIF team led by Ibidunni and her husband, Pastor Ituah visited five hospitals within Lagos; including Island Maternity, Lagos, Ajeromi General Hospital in Ajegunle, the Mother and Child Hospital at Amuwo Odofin, the General Hospital in Mushin and the Gbagada General Hospital. At every facility, they distributed gifts to the babies born on New Year Day and their mothers. They also paid bills for indigent patients.

IN PICTURES: Dolapo Osinbajo In Kebbi For MALLPAI Second Annual Event

Wife of the Vice President, Dolapo Osinbajo, paid a visit to Birnin-Kebbi, Kebbi State, at the weekend, to attend the second annual event of Mass Literacy For The Less Privileged And The Almajiris Initiative (MALLPAI) a foundation of Governor of Kebbi state wife, Hajia Aisha Atiku Bagudu.

The wife of the vice president also visited the Emir of Gwandu, Alhaji Mohammadu Ilyasu Bashir at his palace.

MALLPAI is an initiative of Hajiya Bagudu, which was established to eradicate illiteracy in communities, enrich the minds of the youth, add values to the lives of the less privileged and help develop unskilled women.

Photo Credit: Adesuwa Iyare

Ogun Rice Pyramid: A Word for The Nay Sayers and Never-Do-Well

In Ogun State, it is definitely not the season of discontent, as some would want the world to believe. In fact, contrary to the wishes of the army of Photoshop and mis-information experts prowling the landscape, the Ogun State of today is a place where success and good governance have found residence. It’s a place where the glory of God shines from the top of the rocks of peace and progress!
And this is why some of us, ordinary citizens, not given to politics of misinformation are not only appalled by the futile attempts of some mischievous elements to alter the facts around developments in Ogun State, but are resolved, more than ever before, to never give in to the nay-saying apostles of malice.
Of course we know that whenever our electoral cycle comes around, it becomes the frantic occupation of the idle and treacherous to seek the scorching waste-yards of the market and the company of their cousin rodents and roaches. There, on the vomitorium of stench and decay, they often pitch their tents for the seasonal dance of nitwits.
Yet, in the final analysis, the truth often far outpaces their muck. Unknown to these professional charlatans, Ogun State has redefined politics and governance as the distinguished provenance of the best social, civic and humanitarian service, brought by a collective of the best of the people, to the homesteads of the people.
This is why in our Ogun State of today, there is so much to celebrate and still a lot more work to do! It is those who are willing wheels of progress that will readily come aboard the train of progress that continues to move forward while leaving behind the crowned morons of treachery stranded on the lonesome stations of failure.
A case in point is the recent effort of the state government to renew Ogun State’s agricultural stock with a focus on rice. As a farmer, I know that the state ministry of Agriculture worked with citizens, farmers and stakeholders in the private sector to achieve this feat.
The MITROS Ofada Rice is grown, milled and bagged in the state, a formidable move aimed at ameliorating the scarcity and smuggling of rice. Anyone who understands the vagaries and promise of farming, like I do, will understand the incredible journey that we have made from initiative to plenty.
On December 21, 2017, the state government held a celebratory homage to our agricultural initiative and progress just in time for the end of the year. In MITROS rice our collective effort brought us one hundred thousand bags of rice! That is incontestable. It is an irreversible progress in the remarkable journey of growth and development for Ogun State.
The government in ensuring that the quality of life is markedly improved for the people, wherever they may live, whomever they may be, invested in and produced this feat! I make bold to say that before now, such epochal coordinates were wasted by previous governments of terror and thuggery. It is therefore no surprise that this success would turn the fowl bellies of these never-do-wells inside out. Alas! How they quibble and whine like brats of a wasted heritage. They opine odiously that they couldn’t see the rice.
So, let us, for a moment, give the blabbering ones some banana, if they can still find their way home…
As one of the farmers involved in the entire process, I am aware that a point a decision was made to historicize this agricultural landmark in our dear state by paying visual homage to Egypt and the pyramids of Kano. Building a pyramid is a feat of engineering genius, an appropriate representation for the work of the Governor Ibikunle Amosun administration.
The optics of representation did not, however, mean the exact replication of the engineering mastery of Egypt. So we tested the engineering efficiencies of our own pyramids, before the actual construction and display. We wanted to ensure that our pyramid of rice was strong and the safety of our dignitaries was taken care of. As we worked, we did several test runs one afternoon in broad daylight; and in open view of the public. No secrets, nothing to hide. We tested the structure with unbranded bags of rice, measuring weight and other dimensions to ensure stability and geometric efficiencies. We took pictures of the work in progress, recording different angles and phases of the pyramid.
These pictures we exchanged among ourselves, some of us excited farmers and for our engineering teams, to assess work progress. Unknown to us, this level of conceptualization would befuddle some mindless nay-sayers. Alas, it is now these work pictures that are being bandied around by the idle minds. They have gone to town busy at what they do best as the ‘party-of-No.’ Their cabal of idiocy camouflages as opposition. It is our sad reality that even in our state, we harbour a battered group of people one could describe as mindless orangutans, members of the ‘Party of Distress and Pettiness.’ We will therefore not belittle our own intelligence and the seriousness of our collective destiny as sons and daughters of Ogun State, by giving them any further point by point response hereon.
Whether they like it or not, Ogun State is the story of affirmed success, for where were they when Governor Amosun renewed the landscape of our state, building new roads, creating a new network of possibilities for industrial growth? Are these roads imaginary or real entities that have also provided the ease of travel and transportation for our people? What tree were they climbing as Governor Amosun built the state’s foreign exchange earnings? Ogun State, our state, now owns 75% of the Foreign Direct Investments (FDI), in Nigeria. We are rated as number one among the 36 states of the federation in the percentage improvement of the Internally Generated Revenues between 2014 and 2017.
A Yoruba master sculptor, Bisi Fakeye, when faced with a band of similarly afflicted empty critics, his response was to reach deep into the pockets of Yoruba wisdom. “Gbegi Gbegi ti gbegi tan, ti Gbenu Gbenu loku” he said. The master sculptor of three dimensional values has given the world his gift of art and life; let the mindless wagging tongues of the mouth-breathers slurp their idle tales, alone!
As a farmer who contributed to that success story, I cannot be swayed or distracted by nay sayers. The best I can do for them is to advice that they find a new pastime and make effort to be part of the march of progress. We encourage them to move away from mindlessly hopping from tree to tree, howling and hauling falsehoods.

Bolarinwa Ojesegun, a rice farmer, sent this piece from Abeokuta, Ogun State capital.

Lessons From Kano: Cultural Purism and A National Hero, By Bamidele Ademola-Olateju

The last time I visited Kano was 1990. I was excited to be there after 27years. The rustic and dusty look was familiar. The major roads and streets were tree lined as it is, in northern cities. The neem tree was ubiquitous. It evoked the nostalgic feelings of my days in Bida and Maiduguri. I saw very young boys hawking stuff in traffic. Isn’t that why I was here? I muttered. The North must have determined intent to reverse its educational odds. I was taking it all in, until I got to the Tahir Palace Hotel where I stayed. I was welcomed each time; “Hajia sanu da zuwa”. I loved it and smiled all the way. I dressed the part and I looked it.

The driver picked me up for the award night. They had started lon b before I walked in. I was persuaded to sit at the “high” table. I was recognized as we say in Nigeria. I bowed to the audience and thanked them. Within minutes I was asked to speak. Speaking is what I do. I did! I got the audience excited. I went back to the Suya I was looking to tackle and I heard my name again! Ha! My suya! Suya mi! Hmnnn…I knew I won’t eat that Suya again once I leave. I had to. That departure from Suya pained me but it was the highlight of my visit to the ancient city of Kano.

It was an elite gathering of northerners. I did not hear them speak English until I was introduced and when I was called. I noted that. I was given the certificate and Alhaji Babanladi’s achievement was read in Hausa. The man standing beside me translated it all to me, in whispers. Alhaji Babanladi taught himself to read and write. He went further to open a small shop where he started an adult literacy class. He has done this for over four decades. Most of his student have gone on, to acquire bachelor’s degree. He has devoted his life to adult education. I was stupefied! Within me, I wondered how I could give a rousing eulogy of this great man. As I searched my brain for adjectives and the prose, I was handed the microphone. That did it for me! I had an epiphany. I thanked them for the opportunity but I declined to give the award.

The man’s greatness surpassed that gathering. His greatness is more than Bamidele. I asked that Alhaji Babanladi be honored at the Saturday ceremony where and when the Emir will be there. The Emir should honor this great man with many more people in attendance. He is a national hero and he deserves national honors. I had said so before it hit me that I did not take permission from the Chairman and my host before I spoke. Nonetheless, the chairman, Prof. Aliyu A. Jibia, the coordinators, Alhaji Babanladi and the crowd were happy. The award was postponed.

The Emir, Mohammad Sanusi II came in as scheduled. His entry was greeted with aplomb. Three gun salute rocked the stadium like grenade. I had first hand experience of northern aristocracy. It was a study in royalty. The traditional palace aides preceeded him in their green and red agbada with red turban. Some other titled heads followed him behind. Six of the red and green men encircled his seat to shield us from seeing him as he sat. Two of them adjusted his dress and turban. An umbrella was permanently over his head even though we were indoors. The palace aides and others sat in two rows in front of him. The say prayers from him constantly and some things I could not understand. As he sat, people went there, removed their shoes, knelt down and greeted him with a raised fist. I went and took my turn. To everyone who greeted him, he raised his own fist, never saying a word. His aides spoke on his behalf.

I spoke. I told them I knew their Emir before he was king. We both love the works of Iris Murdoch and we competed on who read each of her titles first and exchanged her books. He is one of the most briliant Nigerians I know, and his essays on Gamji remained a gift to public intellection. I told my audience to listen to him on education and hold unto him to lead their efforts. Then I quoted Suratul An-Nahl verse 90 from the Holy Qur’an. I reminded them that a stable family and society is built on the three things Allah enjoined all Muslims to do; Justice (Al-Adl), good deeds (Al-ihsan) and care of kith and kin. In the same verse He said all Muslims must eschew indecency (Al-Fasha), evil (Al-Munkar) and transgression (Al-Baghy). I told them it is injustice for their children to go to school while others are roaming the streets. I told them it is indecent (Al-Fasha) for their children to go to school while others are begging in the streets. I told them it is evil (Al-Munkar) for the children of the poor to go around in the blazing northern sun uncatered for. I told them it is transgression (Al-Baghy) to stay indifferent to Almajrici. This verse is quoted at the end of every Jumat service sermon.

The Emir spoke thereafter. My translator said he backed me up and pledged to work with them. He spoke for exactly one hour. Not a word in English. He reached for the conscience of his people. I couldn’t leave to catch my flight because I felt it would be disrespectful of the Emir. My flight was at 1pm. He presented the award to Alhaji Babanladi to everyone’s delight. I went back again, paid homage. He greeted me the best way a royalty could and I made for the exits. It was worth my while. I delivered my message.

My host was happy. I learnt a lesson in cultural purism. The Hausa is unaffected by stupid elitism and the language is not threatened. That is the lesson for the Yoruba. Your language is social technology. Loose it and lose your identity. My Facebook friends were there and some who saw me leave, managed to corner me for a quick photograph. Thank you Mohammed Sani Tsaibu and Henry.

EXCLUSIVE PICTURES: Looking So Ethereally Beautiful, Lagos Celebrity Jeweler, Sola Alawode Celebrates 40th Birthday In Style

Olusola Ajike Alawode-Apeloko, one of Nigeria’s most celebrated gold jewelers and premium hair merchants, clocks 40 today.

A graduate of Law from the University of Ibadan, Sola runs @thejewellerygallery, a gold jewelry store and @alexanderhair.ng, an upscale premium hair outfit. She is well loved and admired by people, for her unalloyed loyalty to friends, vivacious spirit and generous nature.

Sola is the daughter of late Chief Sunday Olaniyan Alawode, a very formidable politician in the Second Republic, who was fondly called “007”, by his teeming admirers.

Her marriage to Ayodeji Apeloko is blessed with two children.
To mark her milestone age, Sola did a photo shoot, taken by Trans4mazfotography.



 

 

 

My Choice of Candidates in 2019 Presidential Election, By Dele Momodu

Fellow Nigerians, thanks for the deluge of messages and phone calls last week after reading my memo to our dear President. I doubt if any article of mine ever generated such amazing interest from the rich and poor, educated and not so educated, alike. The closest to it would be the letter I wrote to our wonderful First Lady of yore, Dame Patient Jonathan at the peak of PDP rascality.

For the sake of those still wondering why I wrote so passionately, and objectively, in my last column, let me say it loud and clear, that memo was an apologia to Nigerians. I had promised to write whenever I’m finally convinced that the APC government has irredeemably flopped like its predecessor PDP. I wish to emphasise that as much as I wish that a miracle can still happen in the next 12 months or so to come before the general election, I’m sorry to inform you that the signs are ominous. The lackadaisical attitude of APC, and in particular, President Buhari, has become unbearably palpable. They are looking like a Party and President on a suicide mission. They keep making mistakes after mistakes, and blunders after blunders.

There was no better time to rescue itself from the kamikaze slide than during the mass funeral in Benue State two days ago. What should have been a special occasion for national rebirth and reformation was frittered away by the sheer arrogance of the ruling class. What should have been a day of national mourning was treated with such recalcitrance, and possible disdain. It is difficult not to see or feel that this government is a victim of some witchcraft and hypnotism. A government that rode into power on the supersonic jet of goodwill of the people is barely struggling to survive a swim in the gutter of ill-wind. It is more like it has embarked on a predictable slide down a giant abyss, as by its very demeanour and offhanded posture it insults and belittles those very same people that it relied upon for the much vaunted change it promised but has found difficult to deliver. In many, albeit different ways, we seem to have gone back to the arrant impunity of the Jonathan era. What exactly is wrong? Anyway.

Pardon my digression, but the recent devastating and sad events in Benue State in which some herdsmen went berserk and attacked innocent indigenes of that State deserves condemnation of these terrorists by every Nigerian. I join others in offering my condolences to the families of all those who died in the unfortunate incidents. May the souls of the departed rest in peace. I commiserate with those injured and affected by the dastardly rampage. The time has come for President Buhari to act swiftly and decisively to curb this menace which has the potential to tear our country apart, despite the strenuous and vociferous protestations by the President about our unity being non-negotiable.

Now to the matter at hand. A few people suggested last week that I was working for Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, probably because of our recent meeting and also partly because he is the main candidate who has declared his interest, and that is why I wrote that memo to President Muhammadu Buhari. Let me say with all the emphasis at my command that I’m not working for anybody. I’m too independent to be used by anybody. The time has not come for me to jump into the game. I have my eyes on a few bright guys of Nigeria but what if they don’t get the ticket? And what happens if we have Buhari and Atiku as frontrunners in the next election? You may wish to know who between the two I will support. When I’m faced with such option, I will not shy away from declaring my position publicly. I’m not the kind that would hide my support. When Chief Olu Falae contested against Chief Olusegun Obasanjo, I supported Falae, as a matter of personal principle. He did not have cash to throw around and I even spent my meagre income to travel to Vienna to try and persuade that cerebral gentleman, of blessed memories, Dr Rilwan Lukman, who was the kingpin at OPEC headquarters in Austria, to run as Falae’s Vice-President. Though the arrangement fell through, I still returned home to support Falae. Only one person can win at a time.

I never supported any PDP candidate in their sixteen years in power though I admired a few of their action-packed Governors. The last election that catapulted them out of power finally convinced me that behaviourally and ideologically, the difference between APC and PDP was between six and half dozen. There was no way APC would have emerged triumphantly without the epic support of the PDP dissenters. Anyone can say whatever they like today, I was an eye-witness, and active participant, in the making of that spellbinding, suspense movie. Amaechi, Saraki, Kwankwaso, Atiku, Wamako, Tambuwal, and others from the PDP made so much difference when they added their weight to those of the godfathers from the other Parties that formed the APC conglomerate.

My decision to support APC, though never a member of the Party till this day, was primarily to get rid of the PDP fiefdom that was stylishly manifesting and bourgeoning into a veritable catastrophe for the country. Two, to stop the profligacy that had characterised the government of the day. I have met some key actors who said President Goodluck Jonathan was never a corrupt man personally but he lacked the strong will to challenge his thieving acolytes. That was the major weakness that guillotined his regime. Most reluctantly for some of us, Buhari became an option and a stopgap. Anyone who followed my support for President Buhari would have seen how I regularly referred to him as the Mandela option. I didn’t expect him to become a permanent feature. I’ve always believed that anyone above the age of 65 is a high-risk option, and I said this about Buhari during our Presidential race in 2011.

However, since the last Presidential election was a straight fight between Jonathan and Buhari, the choice was totally limited. Many of those who supported Buhari also considered his anti-corruption credentials though, in retrospect, I believe we downplayed his anti-democratic records and proclivity. I still have no doubt that he’s one of the most honest Nigerians alive today, although like Jonathan he seems to be surrounded by people in respect of who that is difficult to say.

It is likely that age, as well as the reality and practicality of how he attained power, have jointly humbled and mellowed his almost sacramental vows against corruption. It would be tantamount to monumental hypocrisy and superlative ingratitude to bite the fingers that fed one in our hour of acute need. It has become critically obvious that what has confronted Buhari in power was never what he anticipated or bargained for. This is why I advised him last week to bow out with whatever honour he has left, instead of squandering everything away. If he stubbornly contests the next election, he would be forced to compromise and capitulate on a number of things. He would have no choice than to play the erstwhile PDP card, by opening the vaults of the Central Bank of Nigeria to political vultures who are not known to be patient or merciful in respect of primordial interests. That was my honest and candid appeal to Baba out of genuine concern for his future and legacy. Let us, at least, continue to dream that we have one selfless and incorruptible leader in Nigeria.

The truth, is that my preference would be for younger candidates in both major Parties and my criteria would be as follows. The candidate must be well educated. Nigeria has produced more than enough graduates from every part of the country for us to be continuously and endlessly led by near-illiterates. The candidate should have managed people and resources, whether in a private or public capacity or both. The candidate is expected to be seriously exposed to modern trends. Ability to communicate well would be appreciated since he would have to interact with world leaders. I want a Nigerian candidate and not a sectional leader. Anyone who cannot feel at home in any part of Nigeria is not fit to lead our otherwise great nation. Anyone still relying on zoning, quota and Federal character to become anything in Nigeria is certainly an enemy of progress. We must consider the brightest people from every part. There are enough people in Nigeria who fit this bill. We can’t simply say that we cannot find one such person. Our search should in reality be moving on to finding the very best of the best. Once we find our Leader and his deputy then we should not care too much about engaging others, including foreigners, who are the best at infrastructure and facility building of the type we so desire and need. Dubai is not solely managed by Emirati citizens. The UK allows foreigners to manage critical sectors, including the economy, a good example being the Bank of England (their Central Bank) headed by a Canadian, Mark Joseph Carney.

I will not totally disqualify exceptional elders who have distinguished themselves under most of my above criteria lest I fall victim of the same bigotry I’ve been preaching against. Some elders are more reasonable, less corrupt, more business-savvy, more exposed to international standards, more efficient, less cantankerous, more focussed, and more visionary than our so-called youths. We have since come full cycle by trying sinners and saints but we have not yet succeeded in having great and big thinkers. We cannot, and must not, continue to delude ourselves that we can find saints from anywhere to lead us. What we need, as a matter of urgency and desperation are competent performers from wherever we can seek and find them. By now, we should be tired of exchanging the baton of backwardness and mediocrity every four years. Like joke, like joke, nothing spectacular has happened to us for decades now while smaller countries across Africa are marching forward confidently and admirably. Our own leaders seem to be very comfortable in our squalid, desolate and unsavoury conditions. No qualms. No urgency. No new ideas to copy, borrow or buy. We are permanently stagnant and sanguine about our perpetual state of inertia.

The next election should be a turning point. We can no longer afford to play politics of ethnicity, money and religion. I reiterate that we must search frantically, extensively and productively for the best. The world would leave us very far behind at the rate we are going. We are already desperately behind and trying to play catch up. We do not need to lose more ground. I’m appealing to everyone who loves Nigeria to free Nigeria from the bondage of oppression, suppression, ethnic jingoism, religious fanaticism, terrorism, Satanism, and all forms of retrogression. 2019 cannot, and should not, be business as usual. It should be our year of true liberation and independence. Yes. The time has come to assemble our proven performers in a government of national unity. Nigeria cannot be handed over, or handled anymore by professional politicians who have no other business or job they do, and who merely see their stay in government as an opportunity for self-aggrandisement, and unashamed and unabashed looting of our collective wealth. Rather we want Nigerian leaders who are committed and passionate about their country.

Our chosen leaders must be willing to sacrifice their all to ensure and enhance the comfort of their fellow citizens by providing the simple basics of life. Nigerians have never been a demanding people. We merely want education for our children, decent wages for our hard labour, good health care, electricity, water, food, security and above all peace. For now, every single one of these matters evade and elude us notwithstanding our vote for change! The President and his Vice President must provide evidence of what they have done and accomplished in their lives. Merit, productivity, passion and vison must be our watchword. Irrelevant considerations, like religion, ethnicity or even gender, have no place in this equation.

May Nigeria be victorious.

Mixed Metaphors: Happy New Year Nigeria! By Sonola Olumhense Syndicated

As has become the practice, the Christmas season has been ruined for millions of Nigerians by yet another petrol shortage. The Internet is littered with sad pictures of a nation that, one decade after another, has found in the oil sector a parody of the blessing it is for others.
This is a disgrace because everyone knows not just why the so-called scarcity is happening, but that it will happen again next year. It is the Nigerian way, and the petroleum marketers and profiteers, along with entrenched power interests who know the game, will work the template and grow even richer and more powerful.
There will be a lot of talk about a government investigation and how to ensure that this never happens again. But it will. It is a product of our choices which are sadly always between no standards, poor standards, false standards and double standards.
As Nigerians, we often act as if we are dealing with a multiplicity of problems, but that is untrue. What we have is a chronic cultural inability to pursue what is right and fair to all. It is as simple as that: the dog in the hunt hunts for itself.
Implementing a system that is right and fair not only guarantees that your brightest and your best earn pride of place and thereby invest society’s best, it prevents the crooked and the self-serving from taking control and making society unworkable, as ours has become.
For almost 50 years, Nigeria has not been able to get off the ground and run at anything close to one-tenth of her potential. Instead, we have made a few parasites incredibly rich at the expense of the vast majority; and made the nation a macabre comedy for the entertainment of serious nations.
That is why we have an unspoken calendar whereby, at this time next year, we are almost guaranteed to suffer the same crisis, and the same speeches, and the same ‘resolution.’
Speaking of right and fair, the government has announced it will deploy the $321m Abacha loot now being recovered from Switzerland on “social protection programmes.”
To that end, Juliet Ibekaku-Nwagwu, a senior presidential assistant on Justice Reform and Open Government Partnership (OGP), challenged civil society organizations and the mass media to monitor the use of the money.
The truth is that in Nigeria, there is no such thing as social protection programmes. That is simply code for the same smoke-and-mirrors spending plans in which billions of dollars have disappeared. Poof!
Speaking at a press conference in September 2005, during her stint as Olusegun Obasanjo’s Minister of Finance, Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala affirmed that Nigeria had recovered from the Abachas the sum of $458 million, and “about $2 billion total of assets…”
In December 2006 in Switzerland, La Declaration de Berne cited “irregularities” in Nigeria’s handling of funds being repatriated to it, asserting that Switzerland had repatriated $700m, of which $200m had been ‘siphoned’ off. Nigeria did not rebut that assertion, and it is noteworthy that in July 2014, the Associated Press similarly reported Swiss and Nigerian advocacy groups as saying that $250m already returned was unaccounted for.
In February 2007, Nenadi Usman, who succeeded Okonjo-Iweala as Finance Minister, responded to public concern. She explained that Nigeria was investigating the spending of the recovered funds. In effect, her government was investigating itself.
In March, just months before her government expired, she declared that the money-all $2.5 billion-had been given to five ministries: Power, Works, Health, Education, and Water Resources, 50 projects. I know of no Nigerian-including Usman who is currently receiving medical treatment abroad-who knows where any of those projects is. Little surprise we still lack the roads, housing, hospitals, schools and potable water being enjoyed by many African countries. It is safe to say the Obasanjo government investigated, and reported to itself.
Later, in 2014 as Goodluck Jonathan Minister of Finance, Okonjo-Iweala would say that only $500m was recovered during her time under Obasanjo, explaining that it was “channeled into rural projects.”
In 2012, however, Swiss Ambassador Hans-Rudolf Hodel said his country had returned to Nigeria $700m in Abacha loot. In March 2014, Switzerland repatriated another $380m.
It is against this background that in July 2014, following the repatriation to Nigeria by Lichtenstein of $227m, I wrote that the money would be re-looted.
“I predict that three years from now, all of that money would have disappeared…I predict that no project worth the name, let alone the money, will be completed, and that nobody will account for their role in the disappearance of the money…”
It is now three years later, which is why I plead that the new $321m from Switzerland be spent on specific, identifiable capital projects. If not, it will disappear, and within 15 months.
Finally: Yusuf Buhari, the son of Nigeria’s leader, was in a road crash in Abuja on Tuesday night, and required emergency surgery for head and limb injuries.
Preliminary reports suggested he may have been illegally bike-racing in open city streets. But that is a contradiction in terms: Nigerian history shows that if you are rich and powerful enough, the law does not apply to you. That is the reason the government, not criminals, is the biggest protector of sleaze and criminality, and why the police rarely charge certain people with wrong doing. Such recent scandals as the Okija Shrine registers, Halliburton, Wilbros, violations of the electoral register by politicians, the NNPC reports and the Panama Papers prove the point.
That said, I wish Yusuf a full recovery. It is not unusual for children of the rich and powerful to seek unusual-and sometimes risky, dangerous or even illegal-expressions of their riches.
Mercifully, Yusuf suffered his mishap close to home, and close to his family’s limitless political real estate, and the rich and powerful have been lining up at the hospital and in the media to demonstrate how much they care. Yusuf enjoyed immediate surgery, which is a miracle if you consider that the accident could have happened far away; or on one of our terrible roads, or where there was no ambulance to take him to the hospital; or where, upon arrival, there may have been no hospital, or doctor or drugs or electricity.
Consider then, one of the other road crashes of the period: the Simon Onwubalili family. The Jos family of eight was traveling home by road to Enugu Abor, in Orumba North Local Government Area of Anambra State for the wedding of one of its members.
According to reports, four members of the party: Mr. & Mrs. Onwubalili and two of their daughters-Gracious and Ijeoma-were killed in a horrible accident in Benue State. The traditional wedding of Ijeoma, also a recent graduate in Medicine, was scheduled for today.
Hopefully, the lesson of 2017 for 2018 for the Buharis, and us all, is that there is only one way in which Nigeria can work: by being made to work for all. Happy New Year!
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Footprints of The Fathers, By Dare Babarinsa

Chief Solomon Asemota and Lt General Theophilus Yakubu Danjuma are veterans of the Nigerian public space. One is a retired policeman and lawyer.

The other is a retired soldier and boardroom impresario. Both men are significant in our history in the past half a century, Danjuma more so.

However, it is not always well known how much Asemota had played in the penumbra of power and how far he had influenced the trends of our national lives. Both have now passed the magical age of 80 and it is not out of place that we have a kind of summing up.

Asemota celebrated his 80th on December 8 while Danjuma on December 9.

Apart from the notable exceptions of Olusegun Obasanjo and Ibrahim Babangida, Danjuma is perhaps the most politically influential soldier in Nigeria today. Unlike the duo, however, he never held any political office.

Throughout his military career, he was basically in the army and he retired as Chief of Army Staff.

Yet in and out of office, he remained a formidable player in the Nigerian field of politics. When Obasanjo emerged as our President in 1999, he persuaded Danjuma to take the job of Minister of Defence. Danjuma said he would not serve more than one term.

Danjuma is a serious man of few words. In 1993, we were surprised shortly after Justice Dolapo Akinsanya declared illegal the regime of Chief Ernest Shonekan and his Interim National Government, Danjuma showed up in Chief Moshood Abiola’s residence in Ikeja, Lagos.

It was at the height of the national campaign against the ING which was installed in power following the disorderly retreat of General Ibrahim Babangida from power on August 27, 1993.

Babangida had annulled the victory of Abiola at the June 12, 1993 presidential elections. That afternoon, Danjuma read a poem declaring his support for democracy and opposition to continuing military rule in any guise.

 

Of course, full-blown military rule continued when General Sani Abacha seized power from Shonekan that November and throughout the Abacha era, Danjuma was rarely heard. When Abacha successor, General Abdulsalami decided to embark on a transition to civil rule programme, Danjuma and Babangida were the leaders of military officers who recruited Obasanjo into the presidential race in 1998 and ensured his victory on the platform of the Peoples Democratic Party, PDP.

Danjuma entered into the national stage at 29 in 1966, six years after he joined the army. He attended the Benue Provincial Secondary School, (now Government College), Katsina-Ala, from 1953 to 1958 and after that spent one year at the Nigerian College of Arts, Science and Technology, Zaria, (the precursor of Ahmadu Bello University) before gaining admission into the Nigerian Military Training Centre, Kaduna.

His young mind must have thought of a long career in the army, away from the hurly-burly of politics and business. But destiny had something different in store for him.

The coup of January 15, 1966 shattered his world and changed Nigeria. The Prime-Minister, Alhaji Abubakar Tafawa-Balewa, his neighbour, the flamboyant Minister of Finance, Chief Festus Okoti-Eboh, the powerful Premier of the North, Alhaji Ahmadu Bello and the Premier of the West, Chief Ladoke Akintola, were killed by the coup makers led by Major Chukwuma Kaduna Nzeogwu. The coupists also visited their anger on their superiors in the barracks.

Among top officers killed were Brigadiers Zakariya Maimalairi and Samuel Ademulegun, Colonel Ralph Shodeinde, Abego Largema, James Pam, Arthur Unegbe and Kor Mohammed.

Though the coupists failed to take over power, nonetheless, it was the end of the Balewa regime as power fell into the laps of General J.T.U Aguiyi-Ironsi, the first African to command the Nigerian Army.

Some young military officers, led by Lt. Colonel Murtala Muhammed, felt the North had been unfairly treated by the coupists and General Ironsi who delayed in bringing the suspected criminals to justice. It was these young officers including Danjuma, Martins Adamu and several others that carried out the coup of July 29, 1966.

Danjuma was the officer that led soldiers to Ibadan to kidnap Ironsi and his host, Colonel Adekunle Fajuyi in the wee hours of Coup Day.

For two days, Nigeria had no ruler until the new coupists agreed to install then Lt. Colonel Yakubu Gowon in power on August 1, 1966.

Gowon, a modest man of great charm, moved to the official residence of the Minister of Defence in Doddan Barracks instead of the palatial State House on the Marina.

Nine years later, another group of young officers including Colonels Shehu Musa Yar’Adua, Ibrahim Taiwo and Joe Garba, toppled the Gowon regime in 1975. They brought in three old war commanders to take charge.

Murtala Muhammed became Head of State, Obasanjo became his deputy as the Chief of Staff, Supreme Headquarters and Danjuma, who was General Officer Commanding the Third Marine Commando Division, became Chief of Army Staff.

When a section of the army rose again in 1976 and Murtala Muhammed was killed, it was again Danjuma who rallied loyal soldiers to save the day.

Ten years after Mohammed was killed, I had gone, reporting for Newswatch magazine to Chief S.B. Bakare on Oyinkan Abayomi Drive, Ikoyi, to report on our story on the anniversary of Mohammed’s assassination. Chief Bakare took me to his bedroom upstairs and asked me to sit on wooden upholstered chair.

“That was where Obasanjo sat on the day of the coup,” he said. Early that morning a Volkswagen beetle car had drove furiously into Bakare’s compound and Obasanjo emerged from it and the car drove out. He was agitated. He told Bakare, also a veteran of the Second World War, that Muhammed had been killed.

The coup had taken the regime by surprise for they believed they were doing what Nigerians wanted. Obasanjo said if that was what Nigerians were ready to repay Mohammed with, then he would have nothing to do with the military government anymore.

He was armed with a pistol. He told his host that if the rebel discovers his hiding place, he was ready to go with them.

By evening, loyal troops had quelled the coup, thanks to the efforts of commanders like Danjuma and Alani Akinrinade, the GOC One Division in Kaduna.

The telephone was working and they sent for Obasanjo to meet his colleagues at Doddan Barrack. He told them he was not interested in leading the country. He said he was only interested in working with Murtala Muhammed and now that he was gone, he had no interest anymore. He asked Danjuma to take the rein. Danjuma refused.

The following day after Mohammed had been buried in Kano, the meeting reconvened and Obasanjo insisted on his point. He said Danjuma was best suited to be Head of State. In the end, it was Danjuma’s view that prevailed and Obasanjo became Head of State “against my personal wish and desire.”

Twice, Danjuma helped to make Obasanjo ruler of Nigeria. He believes in doing what is right for Nigeria and not what he can gain for himself. Despite his long public service, no one has succeeded in dragging his name into the cesspit of corruption or wantonness. His wife, Daisy, a formidable politican in her own right, was elected into the Senate and she must have benefitted from the mystique of her surname.

Danjuma shares a lot with Asemota, his fellow octogenarian. Asemota is a lawyer of considerable means and stubborn commitment to the constitutional re-arrangement of Nigeria. Asemota was the lawyer who represented Chief Olu Falae when he went to the tribunal challenging the victory of Chief Olusegun Obasanjo at the 1999 presidential election.

Falae was the candidate of the All Peoples Party, APP, and the Alliance for Democracy, AD, coalition who contested against the candidate of the Peoples Democratic Party, PDP, Chief Obasanjo. As the case was progressing at the tribunal, we were told that the military junta of General Abdulsalami Abubakar was not a disinterested observer.

Some of its members were keen on ensuring that the entire election was annulled so that military rule can be given a new lease of life. Though Abusalami was opposed to this, these members were influential and desperate.

 

We got in touch with Chief Asemota advising that Chief Falae should withdraw his petition against Obasanjo so that we can have a handover by May 29, 1999. Falae was in London as a guest of Chief Harry Akande, the legendary Nigerian international businessman.

Chief Asemota was contacted by the leadership of Afenifere about our desire on the case. He refused. He said he can only take instructions from his client, Chief Falae. He must have been amazed about our impudence. Chief Falae later came home to take charge of his case and the reactionary forces were kept at bay.

Asemota trained at the Police College, Ikeja where he graduated in 1960. He was born in Benin, Edo State, December 8, 1938 and had his secondary education at the Immaculate Conception College, Benin, 1954 to 1958.

In 1963, he became the aide-de-camp to the first Governor of old Mid-West State, Chief Jereton Mariere. But that was just the beginning.

In 1964, he took leave to attend the University of Lagos where he studied Law. He was one of the best trained police officers of the old schools, attending several institutions in the United Kingdom and other countries. Since he left the police, he has concentrated on his law practice, rising to the enviable height of the Senior Advocate of Nigeria, SAN.

Now in the winter of their days, these two men owe Nigerians the debt to write their stories. Lindsay Barret’s Danjuma: the Making of a General, only tells a part of General Danjuma’s life. Now he needs to fill in the gaps. So also Chief Asemota.

So many of our eminent citizens and participants are reluctant to tell their own side of the Nigerian story. They need to give future generations the benefit of their experiences.