ABOVE WHISPERS: My Birthday Gift, By Bisi Adeleye-Fayemi

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Itoro. The Itoro kingdom had a strange problem. None of the kings they coronated lasted more than six years on the throne. It seemed as if the kingdom was always in mourning. According to the traditions of the kingdom, markets had to be closed for forty days when a King died. He also had to be buried with a significant amount of gold for him to take to the ancestors to guarantee him a place in their midst. When the people complained, it was pointed out that in the days of old, it was able bodied men and women who accompanied the dead King to the great beyond, now, the gold was a replacement for human sacrifice.

The people stopped complaining about the gold. Unlike what transpired in neighbouring kingdoms, the Princes of Itoro were not particularly keen on ascending the throne since it came with a short life expectancy. Instead of the usual jockeying for power and intrigues that characterized royal courts, the Itoro Princes had to be coaxed onto the throne.

After a particularly well- liked King passed away in his fifth year on the throne, the Kingmakers met to plan yet another elaborate and expensive funeral, which would be followed by another grand coronation. One of the Kingmakers suggested that instead of relying on the Itoro Chief Priest who interpreted the wishes of the Oracle, they should seek a second opinion from another Priest known as Ezowan from a town far away, who had a reputation as a powerful medicine man. The Kingmakers agreed, and a delegation was sent to bring the great Ezowan to the Itoro kingdom. Ezowan asked his hosts to give him seven days to prepare for his consultation with the Oracle. After seven days, the Kingmakers gathered to witness the consultation. When it was over, Ezowan told the Kingmakers that in order for the next King to live a long life, certain changes needed to be made.

First, every King of Itoro had to plant a ‘Tree of Life’. The tree should be planted at the furthest end of the forest, and had to be watered every day. It did not matter if it rained, the King had to water the tree personally every day. The second change involved the King’s diet. The King was only allowed to eat food prepared with palm-oil once a month, salt once a month and he was forbidden from drinking palm-wine. The third change that was required had to do with the King’s private life. The King was only allowed to have sexual relations twice a week, and he was not to have more than two wives at a time.

The Kingmakers were scandalized. How could they force a King to go into a forest every day to nurture a tree? How could they forbid a King from eating palm-oil and salt every day, and from drinking palm-wine? As for the sex and minimal harem, that was too much to ask for, what will happen to all the relatively ‘active’ wives he will inherit, not to mention the ones he will marry out of greed or to seal political alliances? It was hard enough trying to get candidates for the throne, and now there were all these conditions. Ezowan shrugged his shoulders. ‘You asked for my help’ he told them, ‘If you want your next King to live long, this is what he needs to do’.

And so a new King was coronated in Itoro Kingdom. He did all that had been instructed by Ezowan. He made the trip to the forest every day to nurture his ‘Tree of Life’. He observed the food taboos and he had only two wives. He reigned for thirty years and died a very old man. And so did the King after him and so on.

The walks to the ‘Tree of Life’ in the forest were meant to be daily exercise. The dietary restrictions were about moderation and curbing excesses. And the limitations on sexual partners were to do with minimizing sexually transmitted diseases and the exhaustion of having to go through life as a royal stud.
Two hundred years later, a king known as Jabu ascended the throne of Itoro. Jabu was a cantankerous fellow who did not take kindly to advice. He stopped the tradition of nurturing a tree, ate whatever he liked and had fifteen wives who he slept with every day. Jabu lasted three years. The other two who came after him ignored the previous traditions and did not last either.

Generations after Ezowan’s visit to Itoro, another set of Kingmakers gathered again to figure out what to do about the return of the plague on the throne. One of the Kingmakers pointed out that tragedy had started to befall them once they deviated from the instructions as laid down by their ancestors. They agreed that the next King would have to comply or be deposed. This was enforced and the Kings of Itoro did not die young henceforth.

The Kings of Itoro were dying young because once they ascended the throne, they no longer worked on the farm. They were not warriors either, that is what their army commanders where there for. They could not take walks around the Kingdom without creating a huge fuss. They did not visit friends or relatives, they were visited. So they stayed in their palaces and ate whatever was cooked for them by their twenty or so wives. Each of the wives competed with dishes more tempting than that of their rivals. The King ate sumptuous dishes of pounded yam made with soups of palm-oil, bush meat, antelope, chicken, goat, you name it. The food was washed down with copious amounts of palm-wine. And of course he had to show appreciation to all the twenty wives at bedtime.

The seven days Ezowan spent in Itoro before his final divination had been used to interview people about the lifestyle and habits of their Kings. The walks to the ‘Tree of Life’ in the forest were meant to be daily exercise. The dietary restrictions were about moderation and curbing excesses. And the limitations on sexual partners were to do with minimizing sexually transmitted diseases and the exhaustion of having to go through life as a royal stud. Ezowan’s advice saved many Itoro Kings from an early death, till the stubborn Jabu decided to do things his own way and earned himself an untimely demise.

Adeleye-Fayemi is a Gender Specialist, Social Entrepreneur and Writer. She is the Founder of Abovewhispers.com, an online community for women. She can be reached at BAF@abovewhispers.com

 

The Condolence Register, By Debo Adesina

FILES) This file photo taken on October 30, 1974 shows the fight opposing former world heavyweight boxing champion the American Muhammad Ali (R) and his compatriot and titleholder George Foreman (L) in Kinshasa. Ali won and got back his title.
FILES) This file photo taken on October 30, 1974 shows the fight opposing former world heavyweight boxing champion the American Muhammad Ali (R) and his compatriot and titleholder George Foreman (L) in Kinshasa. Ali won and got back his title.

I was 29 years old when TA, my illustrious father, Timothy Adebimpe Akanbi Adesina, died in June 1994 but we did not inter his remains until the middle of August to give room for a befitting burial.

To me though, those weeks, more than a room for preparation, gave some comfort, albeit a false one. They allowed me the psychological feeling that with his body still ‘alive’ somewhere, I could wish away or endure the agony of his passing better. Childish, that would seem, for a 29 year-old. But to my inconsolable soul, the man who had said ‘goodnight’ would be there for me every dawn. And, truly for those two odd months before the dust-to-dust rites, I felt his ever-piercing eyes digging holes on my fore-head as they were wont to do. It was as though he was still there! And I thought I heard the goading voice of my main cheerleader very clearly, every morning.
Of course, it was all wishful thinking.
Death is final. But interment makes too much finality of it!

So it was that not until the remains of my idol, Muhammad Ali, were interred over the weekend, did I get the full gist that he was dead!

The story of his life is already too well told. The exploits in the ring, life with the world’s most beautiful women and association with the world’s high and mighty who would do anything to be counted as Ali’s, are too well documented. He was generous, with his soul and possessions, and the door of his life was opened to all. He was the Louisville Lip, the poet, the boxer, the showman, the philosopher and The King.

Oh, he was The Greatest! Indisputably so.
If you did not hear the rumble in the jungle, when a younger, seemingly unbeatable George Foreman was outwitted in the game called rope-a-dope in the forest of Zaire, you must have been dead. If the ‘thrilla in Manila,’ when he cornered his old nemesis, the hard-hitting gorilla, Joe Frazier, in Manila, the capital of Philippines, remains news to you, you are better dead! And that would not be such a bad idea, considering that both life-long rivals admitted that bout was the closest thing to death for them.

Talented, young and handsome, he often seemed superhuman as he went from conquest to conquest in and out of the ring. He was almost blasphemous in his self-knowledge of the blessings bestowed upon him as well as his ability to advertise those blessings with words and physical showmanship.

In rhymes uniquely his, he correctly predicted the rounds in which most of his opponents would fall.

Stephen Keshi
Stephen Keshi

When he won the Olympic Gold Medal at the age of 18, in Rome, he had this to say:

To make America the greatest is my goal
So I beat the Russian, and I beat the Pole
And for the USA won the medal of Gold
Italians said, ‘You’re greater than the Cassius of Old’
We like your name, we like your game
So make Rome your home if you will
I said I appreciate kind hospitality
But the USA is my country still
‘Cause they waiting to welcome me in Louisville.

Against his conscience, he would not fight a war he did not believe in. And at the draft for the Vietnam war after so much persecution as could have broken any ordinary mortal, he was emphatic in poetry:

Keep asking me, no matter how long
On the war in Viet Nam, I sing this song
I ain’t got no quarrel with the Viet Cong

He was always and remains an inspiration. Every morning, for years, I read his soul-stirring lines after he was beaten by Ken Norton, and committed them to heart.

“When a fighter is beaten, everybody who believes in him is beaten too – his family, his friends, his children, the people who cheer him on, who give him their love, their hope, their pride. No fighter can survive who feels sorry for himself when he is defeated.
When I accept a fight, I accept the consequences. I do everything to make the fight come out my way, but if I am defeated I have to get up and come back again, no mater how humiliating the loss.”
After that fight, his signature tune,
I dance like a butterfly
And sting like a bee,

lines in self-celebration of his quick pace, or ability to shuffle to the confusion of an opponent in the ring, and his biting jabs, were thrown back at him:
‘The butterfly has lost its wings
The bee has lost its wings’

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This, accompanied by the taunt that ‘you are through, you loud-mouthed braggart. Your mouth has bee shut up for all times. It’s a great day for America. You are finished,’ only served to cement his will to win again!

He never saw himself as fighting for Ali. He fought and won all bouts for the dignity of the Black race. Look at me! I am gifted! I am pretty! And I am Black! Uuuuuh! Ain’t nobody like me!

He spoke Black superiority, oozed and lived it! Not in any bigoted way, but in ways that awakened the colonised, enslaved or dehumanised soul of the African. In Ali, a liberating force came forth. A force that was human, brilliant, excellent, radiant, luminant and domineering. And was it pretty!
Uuuuuuh! There was nothing like it!

Those with the gift of the Spirit say he was sent.
With Ali’s coffin draped in black and gold as the funeral ceremonies were beamed all over the world, across homes and pubs, even those high on spirits at what was one global celebration of the boxer once known as Cassius Marcellus Clay acknowledged the passing of a Black god.

Muhammad Ali’s life was certainly too much of a lesson book in humanity, humility, brilliance, Black consciousness and pride! Pride in being an athlete, an American and, above all, an African! Pride in hard-work and in an indomitable spirit. His death has only written a new chapter in that guide-book for human excellence which the world would do well to live by for ages to come.

For Stephen Okechukwu Keshi and Ahmadu Shuaibu, both former players and coaches of the Nigerian national team, what can one say, other than to ask: Death where is thy sting? And you, the tomb, wherein lies thy holding power?

Keshi who died at 54 was not only captain of the dream Super Eagles of Nigeria, he was in the caravan of great African footballers. He, alongside Mahmoud El-Gohary of Egypt are the only Africans on record to have won the Africa Cup of Nations as both a player and a coach.

After a playing career in Nigeria and mostly with Belgian clubs, he went to the United States of America for his coaching education and badges.

Between 2004 and 2006 Keshi coached Togo’s national football team, bringing them to their first World Cup tournament in Germany in 2006. He worked as manager of the Mali’s national football team, after being appointed in April 2008 on a two-year deal. Keshi was sacked in January 2010, after Mali’s early exit in the group stages of the Africa Cup of Nations.

Keshi became coach of the Nigerian National Team in 2011 and led the country to qualification for the 2013 Africa Cup of Nations, which they went on to win against Burkina Faso.

On November 18, 2013, Keshi set a record in African football by being the first African coach to successfully make two African nations (Nigeria and Togo) qualify for the World Cup Finals. He also helped Nigeria become the first country to achieve an African Cup of Nations trophy and World Cup qualification, both in 2013.

On June 25 , 2014, Keshi’s Nigeria progressed to the knockout stage of 2014 World Cup.
In July 2015, following Nigeria’s exit from the World Cup, Keshi quit Nigeria’s national team.

Ironically, he was replaced temporarily with Amodu Shaibu, who also died two days ago at the age of 58. Shaibu, from Edo State and one of Nigeria’s most accomplished football managers, had been the Super Eagles’ coach even before Keshi and had managed many Nigerian clubs successfully ahead of that temporary assignment and later appointment as Technical Director for the Nigerian Football Federation.

Both men died within one week of each other, causing the most effusive outpouring of grief, in one of the most telling indications of what a demented hen Nigeria has always been: a country that savages the best of her offspring only to turn up in black at the graveside with flowers, in tears, with testimonies of her irreparable loss!
Flower in hand and flowery words at the ready for deployment, no one pays tribute to the dead like a Nigerian! The demented hen, indeed!

But there is a lesson: There is no better condolence register than the one filled with a man’s own words and deeds while alive. The fiction book that is the condolence register is full of pretentious words that can only be confirmed or disclaimed by the life a man or woman lived.

Adieu Muhammad Ali. Adieu Stephen Keshi. Adieu Amodu Shuaibu.

Muhammad Ali and The Invention of Boxing, By Tatalo Alamu

Worshipers and well-wishers take photographs as the casket with the body of the late boxing champion Muhammad Ali is brought for his Islamic funeral prayer, in Louisville, Kentucky, U.S. June 9, 2016. REUTERS/Carlos Barria
Worshipers and well-wishers take photographs as the casket with the body of the late boxing champion Muhammad Ali is brought for his Islamic funeral prayer, in Louisville, Kentucky, U.S. June 9, 2016. REUTERS/Carlos Barria

What would the world have been without its geniuses and exceptional talents? Human history would have been a dull monotony of uninspiring facts. Humanity itself would have been gravely endangered by its sheer ordinariness and the unmitigated evil of banality. Civilization owes its dazzling triumphs over nature, its remarkable strides towards self-actualization to these gifted game-changers. Without them, the world would have been a poorer place indeed.

These extraordinary men and women worked so hard at their game that you would think their life depended on it. In most instances, it actually did. They can be an uncomfortable troubling reality; a fearsome nuisance. Simply because they rupture reality as we know it, or challenge conventional norms and established practice as routinely perceived, they are often subject to hardship, persecution and even the occasional violent death.

The often fatal contradiction between visionary genius and apprehensive society was succinctly put by the late American writer, John Kennedy Toole himself echoing another major contrarian, Jonathan Swift. Toole should have known. After unsuccessfully hawking the manuscript of his novel to various publishers for eleven years, the poor chap committed suicide only to be posthumously lionized and feted in absentia by American society. According to him: “When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, the dunces are all in confederacy against him”. (A Confederacy of Dunces).

Human nature is naturally and stupendously wasteful. The oceanic plenitude of time and the sheer prodigality of human possibilities allow for this relentless wastage of human and other resources. But somehow, we always manage to come back to our senses and pay handsomely for the initial error of judgement. At the end of it all, the sacrifices of genius are appreciated by a grateful and contrite humanity and they assume their rightful place in the pantheon of heroes.

This past weekend, the world said goodbye to one of such extraordinary people. The human race stood still as Mohammad Ali exchanged mortality for immortality. It was a parting reserved for kings and the very greatest of the human breed. The man famously known as the Louisville Lip would have been nodding in bemused acknowledgement. Supremely self-confident, self-irony was a stranger to him. For decades, he had shouted himself hoarse from the roof top that he was the greatest . Now, wasn’t he? And yet he was just a boxer, or was he?

Unarguably the greatest boxer of all time, the former Cassius Clay was also one of the most serially endowed personalities of the epoch: a poet marked by genius, a talented dramatist and a gifted orator. Had he given much thought and time to it, Ali would have been an extraordinary political practitioner. Like his beloved country, the 1960 Olympics Light Heavyweight Champion and three times Heavyweight Champion of the world was a master of the art of ceaseless self-renewal and creative explorer of the limits of human possibilities in punitive exertions.

Mohammad Ali invented modern boxing by reinventing the ancient art of fistic confrontation. Before him, boxing was a mere blood sports of two men pummeling each other unto death on a blood splattered canvas. With him, it became a game of refined violence and consummate intelligence combining stunning physical coordination with acute mental awareness. It was the invention of total boxing: bobbing and weaving with your fists, your tongue, your eyes, your legs and your brains. The lion may be stronger than Androcles but Androcles is smarter. The brain is mightier than brawns.

Here is one of God’s gifts to humanity. We leave it to the authority of Norman Mailer, the great American writer and a boxing aficionado himself, who once dumped Gore Vidal on a pile of pudding in a nasty spat. Mailer wrote two great books on Mohammed Ali’s epic duels. According to him, these fistic contentions could no longer be described as boxing. They were gladiatorial chess enacted at the highest and most refined level of human intelligence.

If Mohammad Ali had left it at that, he would still have made the galaxy of avatars as one of the most extraordinary prize fighters of all time. But Ali was much more than a boxer. He was a moral genius and supreme political hero who proudly and stoutly refused to follow the American dominant collective to do evil, and at a time when it was particularly dangerous and feckless to do so. In doing so, the poor nigger of Louisville, who was neither a card-carrying intellectual nor a professional political philosopher, redefined the very concept of modern citizenship and its obligations to a fumbling and faltering super-security state.

Nobody ought to have doubted Ali’s sterling patriotism and intense nationalism. He ate America and breathed America. At the 1960 Olympics Games where he took the gold medal barely out of High School, the then Cassius Clay let it be known to everybody within and without earshot that he did it for his beloved country. According to eyewitnesses, for two weeks of the games, the boy from Kentucky State wore his gold medal as a badge of honour and affection for his country.

Half a decade later, the Lip of Louisville had gone on to spectacular fame and fortune as the undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the world with the uncanny knack for predicting when his opponent would fall and managing in the process to dump the monstrous mobster, Sonny Liston, on the canvas twice. A boxing superstar had arrived at the American supermarket.

For the first Liston fight, Ali was a rank outsider by 7-1. Everybody thought that the menacing hulk with a fearsome reputation as a doyen and denizen of the American under-world was going to take the loquacious fellow apart and make a mince meat of him. Even Ali’s own handlers had failed to organize a victory party. They probably thought that if there was going to be a gathering at all, it would probably be an all night vigil at Ali’s hospital bedside praying for his survival.

But something was beginning to happen to boxing as they all knew it. It was no longer a duel of brute force but an imaginative tour de force of elaborate bluff and bluster; a cerebral game in which the opponent is first psychologically destroyed before being physically and clinically dismantled. It was no longer about bare knuckle physical savagery and joyous bloodletting but a triumph of refined mind over vulgar strength. The wildest animal can be tamed and domesticated by superior human intelligence.

But if this was Ali’s hour of gold, it was also America’s hour of lead—to borrow from the title of Charles Lindbergh memorable memoir. An ethical and moral lacuna had opened up in God’s own country. The Vietnam War was raging and consuming everything. The nation found itself in a double bind. The IQ requirement for enlistment was lowered and Ali became eligible for war service to his nation. A draft was issued.

Ali chose to fight rather than to flee, risking everything in the process. Ali flatly refused to be drafted to war on the ground of being a conscientious objector. The uppity upstart has finally got his comeuppance, or so it seemed. Tempers were inflamed along racial lines in America. Revulsion against the great prize fighter rose and Ali was summarily stripped of his title and banished to the dungeon of the unworthy. He became an object of hate-filled messages.

But the great boxer was not going to be fazed by all this. He had faced greater hostility in the ring and triumphed. To those who saw him as a traitor and draft dodger, Ali famously retorted: “I ain’t got no problem with them Vietcong. Them don’t call me nigger”. It was a mortal rebuff and moral reproach to an America that has failed to face its own inner demons while seeking to lord it over other nations.

Like the doughty and redoubtable fighter that he was, Ali fought on, losing so much but gaining global respect and admiration for his heroic stance. He had become a pariah in a country he loved and admired so much. His inability to practise his trade caused him so much trauma and private pains. But after an epic legal slugfest the American Supreme Court eventually ruled in his favour.

There is as yet no perfect human society. We must give it to America that it is a land of ceaseless self-surpassing and unrelenting self-interrogation which allow it to come to term with its own moral absurdities. It is a wonderful trick for national rejuvenation. Yet in the particular case of Mohammad Ali, there are those who argue that the damage had already been done, that he was only allowed back into the ring after he was past his glorious prime and after his superhuman reflexes had been dulled by humiliation and adversity.

This is neither here nor there. For it can also be argued that it was the memory of injustice and humiliation that allowed Ali to summon deep reserves of courage and resilience when they mattered most and against the physical ferocity of stronger opponents leaving us with classics of human exertion such as the “rumble in the jungle” and “thrilla in Manila”. Ali showed us the elastic limits of the human capacity to absorb physical punishment. It was ritual suicide by installment.

Ali had taken enough blows to fell even a stubborn elephant. But for thirty two years, he bore the resultant affliction with great dignity and Olympian pride. It was his longest bout and it showed in the charred hulk of a once magnificent physique. When the hour of the grim reaper finally came, it was a grateful nation that mourned and buried one of its greatest sons ever. Ali had died the way he would have wished: an all-American hero and a global icon. He didn’t need to tell us that. He had earned his spurs. Human beauty has triumphed over human bestiality.

Before They Mislead President Buhari, By Dele Momodu

Fellow Nigerians, let me say categorically and emphatically that our dear beloved country is dangerously haemorrhaging again and this perfidious drift must be halted urgently before we all end up in perdition. Anyone telling President Muhammadu Buhari that all is well or that his government is moving in the right direction is either lying or pretending like a rattlesnake. And there are many scorpions around ready to mislead every government and move on effortlessly when things fall apart. For sure President Buhari possesses the ability to move this country in the right direction and lead us to where we want to be but right now it is not happening and the soul of the people palpitates! I’ve been on several television and radio interviews in the past one week and the commonest question is on the performance of our President. The general perception is that the change mantra seems not to be working and the world is worried because of the importance of Nigeria in the comity of nations.
I hope our President will get to see this piece, read it and ruminate on the points I will raise. The Buhari government has lost a substantial equity in just one year as I will try to explain in the next few paragraphs. It must be noted that Nigerians were happy with the election that ushered in President Buhari. Even those who did not vote for him accepted him with unusual equanimity. Those we expected to fight and throw tantrums simply vamoosed into their bunkers. The expectations were high then but I doubt if enough effort was put into seizing the momentum and translating it into a mass movement that would have stood the test of time. It is not too late to reclaim the moment.

The faith Nigerians had in the abilities and incorruptibility of Buhari is mighty enough to move mountains. But unfortunately, I think the government took many things for granted once it took over the reins of power. The government mistakenly believed that the support of the people was like several blank cheques which it could cash at any point in time. The general impatience of Nigerians and their desire for progressive action were never put into consideration. I remember writing two memos to our President in quick successions, when I realised that Nigerians were getting restless and restive, one of which was the desperate memo that earned me an invitation to the Presidential Villa for which I am so honoured and proud.

Still the government did not respond appropriately to the yearnings of the populace. The major problem is that the priorities of Buhari were never palpable to the general public as everything seemed to operate in utmost secrecy. This is probably a relic of the military days when surprise and spontaneity achieved more. However, democracy is an open book and it has become even more so since the internet turned the world into a global information minefield. I’m sure it was assumed that the people would never doubt or query the sincerity of a messiah. So there was no need to provide any real information about the activities of government. That was the first fallacy.

The second fallacy is that people would give the President plenty of time to unfold his change agenda. One year on, it is obvious that this has not been the case. President Buhari should have moved faster once the people started grumbling about the apparent sluggishness of his administration. The selection of his cabinet was annoyingly slow and by the time it eventually came it had evaporated into a deja vu. There was no element of surprise to elicit major excitement. In fact, most people wondered why it took so long to assemble his present team most of whom he could have picked in two weeks or even before he was sworn in. The demystification of Buhari became manifest from that moment not because the team he picked is not worthy or creditable but because the interminable delay in making the choices cost the nation dearly.

The next problem was that the President should have moved to unite and unify the country immediately. It was clear that the previous administrations had riven great division into the Nigerian polity. A new beginning seeking to heal the ulcerous, cancerous wounds of religious and ethnic disunity and disaffection was required. However, starting with a war of attrition, it was obvious our President would soon have his hands full. Not that some of the wars were unnecessary but the timing and methodology should have been meticulously weighed and analysed before launching into the requisite offensive. There was a lot to learn from our nascent democracy. It would have been easier to embark on some of these wars as a military ruler that the President formerly was but not as a civilian leader which the President now is. That realisation appears to have been missed by some of our President Buhari’s advisers.

For example, while the war against corruption was desperately urgent, it ought to have been known that it was intricately and delicately tied to the economy. The need to recover the looted funds as quickly as possible and use them to reinvigorate the economy needed to be balanced by the need to do so expeditiously and tactfully so that the main objective would be fulfilled. My humble opinion and advice would have been to use the carrot and stick method rather than the kill and go style that has now exposed our economy to grave danger and imminent collapse. The angry mob of Nigerians goading on our President has blatantly refused to assimilate the magnitude of the resultant repercussions. But it should be noted that those who feel frustrated about a rotten system can never be bothered if the entire structure collapses. It is such acute disillusionment that gave rise to the ascendancy of a Donald Trump in America. It is the duty and responsibility of leadership to wear its thinking cap well and rise above the giddiness of the baying crowd who have nothing to lose and only wish to see the spectacle of blood flowing without any degree of humanity or compassion for the impoverished masses that they claim to represent. The same people who hailed Buhari yesterday are the ones denigrating him today.

Once it was impossible to generalise the war against corruption to engulf all politicians tainted with corruption no matter their affiliation the government should have requested for a blanket return of government booty via negotiation with all public office holders. Those who failed to take up this generous offer of recovery could then be visited with the might and power of retributive justice. An example of when this great opportunity was missed was when government unreasonably told Nigerians they could no longer pay foreign currencies in cash into their accounts. Perhaps government in its naivety did not remember that politicians had prosecuted the last election through the almighty dollar because it reduced the bulkiness of gratifications. Government should have patiently waited for the dollars to come in, whether in cash or not, before pouncing on the owners. Once that opportunity was missed, the next was to discreetly stretch its tentacles across the world in search of thieves and money launderers. Assets at home and abroad should have been quietly traced for possible confiscation. This could have been done without all the present grandstanding and hullabaloo. When you hear the elephant stomping the ground behind you in a one directional manner, you know it is time to run and hide. In this period when we are celebrating the life and times of Mohammed Ali perhaps it is poignant to say that you do not telegraph your punches rather you “rope a dope”!

Also, the moment our President chose a military style of operation he should have known that corruption would fight back with ferocity and velocity. For example, once it seemed the former President, Dr Goodluck Jonathan had been marked for humiliation even demolition, I knew our President was playing with the tiger’s tail and I sounded my note of warning. Before we could say Jack Robinson, the Niger Delta avengers returned with a vengeance and brought us back to our knees. Today our oil production has plunged to an all-time low even when we had been grappling with the nightmare of low crude oil prices. The Niger Delta Avengers army seems ready to make Boko Haram look like child’s play as they strangulate the economy, degrade the environment and decimate the local population that they claim to be fighting for. Is this what we need to add to our plethora of problems at this time? The answer is a big NO.

The militarisation of Nigeria has become very suffocating. Shiites are being killed in droves in the North West. Mass graves have been identified and uncovered. The Biafra agitators are being massacred in broad-day light and its leaders detained indefinitely. Boko Haram remains a monumental menace to society despite the extra-ordinary efforts of our military and Intelligence agencies. The Fulani and or Libyan herdsmen have added to the conundrum out of the blues. Different militant groups are now armed to the teeth. Trust me these guys don’t look like they are joking. Nobody fights on as many fronts as this government now seems to be fighting without risking it all.

Many have argued that Nigeria should be restructured. It is believed that its present configuration is too artificial. Most of the States are no longer viable while some fringe or full-blown eccentrics are asking for more. It is interesting that in the build up to independence our leaders from the North, Southwest and East were saying the same thing in different words. Nigeria is peopled by diverse nationalities and any nation must recognise this diversity and give it voice and room to flourish. A continuous denial of this fact can only lead to self-destruction. One of our erstwhile leaders in his wisdom foisted unitary system on us when we had successfully thrived under true federalism. That was a mark of courage notwithstanding that it was a totally flawed decision. Our President must find a similar kind of courage to find and examine all the previous recommendations made during different and various constitutional conferences and implement the universal clamour for true federalism. There is nothing new under the sun, as they say, our President already has a rich reservoir of knowledge deposited in some government archives to reach the best decision and modality that will achieve this end. My simple solution, Nigeria must return to and embrace and practise true Federalism. Not doing so is like pushing our luck too far and postponing doomsday.

What is of utmost importance in calling for a political configuration that will meet the yearnings of our people is the state of the economy. My submission is that the economy will never recover in an atmosphere of tension, uncertainty and panic. The Federal Government needs to tone down the negative rhetoric about our country. That unfortunate moniker of a corrupt nation that has been hung round our necks is dragging us down and denying Nigeria the investment in its future that it requires. Our President must make it clear that he is not the only saint in Nigeria but that the majority of Nigerians are saints and he is the leader who epitomises that. This is why he was chosen by the majority of good and well-meaning Nigerians who want someone that would demonstrate to the world that the generality of Nigerians are decent, hardworking and honest and that it is a small minority of Nigerians that are crooks. We must begin to walk away from our ugly past and work assiduously for a beautiful future.

Every nation has lived through its terrible moments but none ever cuddled the past forever as we now seem to be doing. Nigeria is richly blessed with human and natural resources. There is always a new dawn tomorrow and we must get ready for it, embrace it and by so doing seize the initiative. There would always be criminals in every society but we must never allow them to steal our future or still dominate our narrative when we have so many great men and women we can be proud of. Fortunately, we have a President that stands head and shoulders above all else and he clearly leads the way. He must now show it by moving at the fast pace that his country desires, nay demands!

Muhammad Ali: The Greatest, Fastest, Prettiest, By Mahmud Jega,

“The world may never see the likes of him again.”

Three men appeared almost simultaneously on the world stage in the late 1960s and quickly punctured the prevailing myth that the Whiteman is superior to the Blackman. One of them was James Brown, the Godfather of Soul music. We thank God that we did not break our small legs and waists as we twisted them here and there to emulate JB. Another was the Brazilian footballer Edson Arantes do Nascimento, known worldwide as Pele. Every kid that I know called himself Pele as he kicked balls variously made of rags, maize cobs or sheep bladder.
The third man, the greatest of the three, was Muhammad Ali. During my primary school days I read in a magazine that every ghetto in America where black people lived suddenly exploded in wild racial celebration one day in 1937 when the Brown Bomber Joe Lois knocked out James Braddock to become the world heavyweight boxing champion, the first black man ever to do so. By the time I was growing up in the late 1960s and early 1970s, blacks completely dominated boxing. Muhammad Ali was the greatest of them after Joe Louis; he came into great reckoning when he knocked out Sonny Liston to become the world heavyweight champion in 1964.

In those days we had no television or video recorder, not to mention DSTV, and the only place we could see the action was at cinema theatres. I was first taken to Northern Cinema, Sokoto in 1971 to see an Ali fight. It was a 1957 fight against a white boxer called Gene Fullmer, which Ali lost on points. That year Muhammad Ali was trying to make a comeback into boxing after a four year absence but he lost to the reigning champion, “Smokin’ Joe” Frazier. Despite his loss Muhammad Ali was the biggest boxing sensation around the world. His fights elicited more excitement around the world than even the football World Cup.
As kids we also closely followed Ali’s fascinating life outside the ring. His refusal to be drafted into the American military to fight the Vietnam War in 1967 helped to galvanise world opinion against the war, the biggest overreaching of American power since the World War Two. Ali famously said, “I ain’t got nothing against no Viet Cong. No Viet Cong never called me nigger.” Ali greatly popularised American ghetto slang in our generation. Soon, every hip Nigerian student was using double negatives in speech.
Ali’s 1964 conversion to the Nation of Islam made the Black American Muslim movement led by Elijah Mohammed well known around here. Ali later abandoned the movement and became a mainstream Sunni Muslim. Also well known in those days were Muhammad Ali’s divorces. He married four times in his life time and payment of alimony to former wives robbed him of most of the millions of dollars he earned in the ring. The men who accompanied Ali were very flashy in themselves, especially his trainer Angelo Dundee, his sparring partners and his flamboyant promoter Don King, the man with the flaming white hair.
The biggest of all Ali fights was the ‘Rumble in the Jungle’ in Kinshasa in 1974. In the weeks leading up to the fight, all my friends and classmates were tense as Ali prepared for his first title fight since 1971. How we wished it was another match against Joe Frazier. Unlike Frazier, who we didn’t rate very highly, Ali was up against the reigning champion George Foreman. Foreman had a ferocious reputation and had knocked out almost every opponent in his previous fights. Unlike Ali who raved and boasted at every weigh-in, Foreman was ominously silent. Even when Ali arrived in Zaire to wild jubilation by huge crowds and Mobutu Sese Seko’s open support, we still feared George Foreman.
The fight was slated for early morning hours in Kinshasa. In those days we had no television, not to mention DSTV. The fastest way to hear the news was from the BBC Hausa Service so we woke up at 5am in the school dormitory with our hearts in our mouths. When the BBC news presenter described Ali as the Zakaran damben duniya ajin mafiya nauyi [that is, heavyweight boxing champion of the world] the school compound exploded in celebration. As Ali pummelled George Foreman, we heard Zairian fans chanting “Ali boma ye!” That is, “Ali kill him!” My classmate Aliyu Sahabi was soon renamed “Boma ye.”
Muhammad Ali was the biggest braggart in modern sporting history. At every opportunity he will rant and yell about how he will beat his opponent. At the weigh in, Ali would shout, “I am the greatest! I am the prettiest! I will knock him out in [round] 4!” At some point he broke into a song at the ringside, “I will fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee.” Ali evolved many boxing styles and gave an exotic name to each new style. One of them was rope-a-dope. This style was very frustrating to Ali’s opponents. He will deliver a heavy punch and then retreat to lie on the ropes, warding off punches and continuously taunting his opponent, “Don’t hit ma pretty face!” Ali later evolved another technique called Russian tank. It was audacious of Ali, at the height of the Cold War, to refer to a Russian tank as the epitome of power. I remember a picture of him demonstrating the new technique; he crossed his massive arms across his face, signifying impregnable defence.
Those of us who adored Muhammad Ali had many heart breaking moments. One was in 1973 when Ken Norton broke Ali’s jaw. Reports said the jaw was broken in the third round but Ali continued with the fight to the end, losing on points. Years later Ali regained the heavyweight boxing title for the third time but his attempt to regain it for the fourth time, after re-emerging from retirement, ended in disaster as he lost to the little known Leon Spinks.
Unlike Pele, who is totally apolitical, Muhammad Ali was deeply political. He was deeply concerned about racism in America and was a prominent member of the civil rights movement. Yet in his later years, Muhammad Ali annoyed me on two occasions. The first was in 1980 when US President Ronald Reagan tried to mobilise the world to boycott the Moscow Olympics to protest the Soviet Union’s military intervention in Afghanistan the year before. Reagan sent Ali to Africa to campaign for a boycott. In Nigeria he was met with student protests and during a press conference in Lagos, Ali was reminded that four years earlier, African countries boycotted the Montreal Summer Olympics to protest sporting links between New Zealand and apartheid South Africa but the Western world opposed the boycott. Ali sheepishly said he did not know that. The second time was soon after the US presidential election of 1984 when Ali said he voted for Ronald Reagan because “he has more stuff” than his Democratic opponent Walter Mondale. To us in those days, voting for Reagan was a racial and class atrocity.
On three other occasions the sight of Muhammad Ali brought tears to my eyes. The first was during the Atlanta Olympics of 1996 when Ali struggled to light the Olympics torch, his hands trembling from Parkinson’s disease. Ali was also a very pitiful sight when US President George W. Bush presented him with a Congressional Medal of Freedom, America’s highest honour, in 2005. It was a poignant moment, like a man who refused to fight in the Nigerian Civil War receiving the GCFR. Tears also rolled from my eyes in 2012 when I saw Ali unable to stand with other VIPs at the opening ceremony of the London Olympics. A man once described as “the fastest heavyweight in history” was unable to stand up and walk. Muhammad Ali was the greatest sportsman of the 20th century. He was the greatest sporting inspiration to my generation. The world may never see the likes of him again.

 

  • Mahmud Jega,

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The President In Their Labyrinth, By Tatalo Alamu

In his dying moments, trapped and ensnared in a maze of intrigues and subterfuges he has woven round himself and his people, Simon Bolivar, the great Latin American revolutionary hero aka the liberator, was known to have exclaimed: “How am I ever going to get out of this labyrinth?”. So close to his chest did the liberator play his cards that nobody could predict his next move or military gamble. One of his aides was known to have quipped: “only my master knows what my master is thinking about.”

In a brilliant fictional recreation titled The General in his Labyrinth, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the late Colombian master of magical realism, has done gripping justice to the last days of Simon Bolivar. What is important is to note that there are labyrinths and there are labyrinths. For the trapped it is mandatory to find a way out of them. But while some labyrinths are entirely self-made or self-spun, a case of the trapper being entrapped by his own wiles and subterfuges or being finally manipulated by his own manipulations, some labyrinths are woven by a constellation of political forces in their economic, spiritual and structural malevolence which leaves the entrapped floundering in hopeless and futile audacity.

General Mohammadu Buhari is trapped in their labyrinth. It is a severe, mortal maze which is not entirely of his own making, but one to which his political failings have contributed significantly. This is how the Nigerian presidency must appear to clinical and dispassionate onlookers at the moment. It is obviously easier to find your way out of a labyrinth of your own making, but certainly not out of a maze unfurled by others. To start with, the initiative is not yours. You are merely reacting to forces that may be one or two steps ahead. The Buhari presidency has already lost one or two of these epic battles of will and wits. But how did we get to this sorry pass in an atmosphere of revolutionary clamour for change?

It is obvious that the nation is going through a very difficult phase and nothing is guaranteed, not even deep, enduring institutional change. As the first anniversary of the Buhari administration stole upon the country last week, it was obvious that all was not well. There was an atmosphere of dolorous dismay and quiet desperation. Even the much awaited presidential speech, if it was not exactly a damp squib, did not do much to galvanize the nation into greater resolve or mend its broken spirit.

As the harsh and hostile economic realities finally dissolve and evaporate the remnants of the old Nigerian middle class and its lower substratum, there is much bitterness and anger in the land while the old lower classes welcome back their absconding siblings with open smiling arms. The child who says his father did not take his chance will soon find out that there are no chances left to be taken but an illusionist fantasia in the cannibal casino.

But in our misdirected anger and the orchestrated vendetta against the Buhari administration, it is important to keep our eyes focused on the ball. There are two articles of faith on which this column still stands. First is that regime change for the nation was mandatory in the context of the kleptomaniac flailing and floundering of the Jonathan administration. Second is that owing to the structural contingency imposed on the nation, there was no one else to turn to in the circumstances we found ourselves except the retired general from Daura.

Anybody who believes otherwise no matter the highfalutin rhetoric is a purveyor of ethnic, religious and economic irrationality and an enemy of political rationality and the immanent logic that undergirds the development of human society. But this being a democratic set up, everybody is entitled to his opinion. The only thing is that you cannot win back what you lost in the arena of democratic contention by a resort to violent demonstration and the minatory blackmail of other groups.

Nigerians may bemoan the electoral fate which has foisted a seventy four year old retired general who may well be past his prime and who ruled last about thirty years earlier on them, but this is a question for the Nigerian selectorate. The selectorate select and the electorate elect willy-nilly. Thrice in his younger and more vibrant prime, Buhari offered himself for national services and thrice the Nigerian selectorate checkmated him. It was only when they had their back to the wall and revolutionary anarchy beckoned that they relented just like they did with him thirty three years earlier. But on both occasions, they made sure they put the politically challenged general in their labyrinth. It is not a long leash.

What Nigerians should bemoan is the contradiction between structural contingency and human agency which has made it possible for a few individuals to determine the political destiny of the nation. Oligopolistic politics is the politics of oligarchies and not meant for average folks who are nothing but spectators at a play of giants. In the process of misruling and misdirecting the nation, the political oligarchs have acquired enormous economic clout, and they are not going to let go easily.

Such has been the epic structural gridlock that by the time the political divinations and anti-democractic diviners come up with their short list, the best and the brightest, the most qualified to rule Nigeria in the age of rampaging globalization and knowledge explosion, would have been casually eliminated. And those who are left, haunted by the trauma of ancestral memory or the pathology of personal suffering can only rule with a persecution complex so bitter and damaging that it must affect their judgement.

The structural constraints and contingency which put a president in an iron labyrinth can also be seen in the existing dominant party formations in the country. These political agglomerations are not parties in the real organic sense of the word but special project platforms in power formation. But they often work. This is the reality since the advent of the military. Thus in the Second Republic the NPN was formed as a broad national coalition to ease off the military from power.

Once the NPN briskly unraveled, its military patrons stepped in to prevent a bloody challenge to the dominant power formation in all its dire consequences. The clairvoyant Augustus Meredith Adisa Akinloye could not have put it better when he noted that there were only two parties in the country: the military and their civilian subalterns. General Babangida’s Transition Parties, SDP and NRC, brilliantly dismissed as government parastatals by Chief Anthony Enahoro, perished with the transition programme after acquiescing in the annulment of the best presidential election ever held in the nation.

In the case of General Abacha’s transition, the parties famously described as the five fingers from a leprous hand did not even make any pretence to neutrality and independence. They existed at the mercy of the prickly despot and were there merely to facilitate his metamorphosis into civilian dictator. They died with the despot and when General Abdulsalaam Abubakar tried to resuscitate them in his maiden broadcast to the nation, he was swiftly countermanded by those who put him there and he changed tack accordingly.

Consequently, the PDP was conceived like its old forebear the NPN: a broad coalition of Nigerian political heavyweights that could guarantee post-military stability and peace even at the expense genuine democracy and development. For some time, the PDP stayed the course, relentlessly chopping off the head of their party chairmen until they lost concentration and forgot why they were there. In a self-deluding tip at political equity they brought a power neophyte who brought the house crashing on everybody.

Regime change became inevitable. In the past, it was through the mechanism of military intervention. But since military rule was no longer feasible, a coalition of contraries had to be cobbled together to ease the PDP out of power. Unlike the PDP which is an organic formation of the ruling class, the APC is an antagonistic platform of mutually exclusive political tendencies brought together for the purpose of regime change. Once that purpose is achieved, there is no unifying vision or bonding experience to fall back upon. If care is not taken, the party’s tenure in federal power may be much shorter than imagined. Perhaps that is the whole idea, anyway.

General Buhari may be finding out to his peril that unlike military rule in which command and authority are clearly delineated, civilian rule is a different kettle of fish. Khaki no be Guinea brocade or Atiku fabric for that matter. In the military, you know where the enemy is or where he is likely to come from. But in the cloak and dagger world of real political war, the enemy is in bed and already embedded. Having failed to stamp his authority on the centrifugal forces in his party early enough and having lost the senate to contrary forces, the president has found himself in the labyrinth of intimate adversaries.

Last week, the Turaki of Adamawa, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, opened another front for the president by lending his considerable weight to the clamour for an urgent restructuring of the country. It is easy and tempting to dismiss these increasingly strident calls as mere red-herring or opportunistic political gaming. But they find resonance in an increasing number of Nigerians who believe that this is the only solution to the political shenanigans which have hobbled Nigeria’s development and stifled the diverse energies and creative spirit of its diverse people.

President Buhari appears to be unmoved and unimpressed by the cheek of it all. While he should be commended for heroically battling the scourge of corruption and for restoring the sanity of the Nigerian state, the reality on ground shows that the unease in at least two significant sections of the country coupled with the international and local conspiracy to defang his economic nationalism are beginning to chip away at his statist and commandist escutcheon. If these loud rumblings were to find traction in a Yoruba middle class already embittered by the prospects of economic vaporization, it may put the entire change project and its south West phalanx in acute political jeopardy indeed.

Going forward, the president needs to go back to the drawing board. The creeping militarization of the polity draws the army into needless and unwise civil commotions. This is the time for the president to commence a rigorous study of this difficult country in its political minutiae and economic, religious and ethnic particularities and peculiarities. For starters, rather than throw the last conference into the archives as he vowed to do, the president should gather a group of wise citizens who will study all the conferences and advise him on the way forward accordingly.

 

President Buhari: The Day After & the Tasks Ahead By Pius Adesanmi

1. Introit
On May 29, 2016, I found it expedient to buy a VIP ticket and watch two unfortunate extremities struggle to overreach, over-exert, and out-shout each other to exhaustion. On the one hand were the inconsolable losers of a bygone corrupt and derelict era for whom the idea that there is anything, anything at all, that you might have gotten right in one year is sacrilege. I will return to their matter presently. On the other hand is the swelling rank of your fundamentalist supporters, a dangerous breed of personality cultists who present a clear and present danger to our democracy insofar as they criminalize as high treason the slightest entertainment of the thought that there are things, plenty of things, that you got wrong in the first year of your presidency. For this category, to even say that there are things you could have done better is a crime deserving of capital punishment.
Now that both camps have exhausted themselves in the destructive and counter-productive venture of screaming themselves hoarse to demonize or deify you yesterday, those of us with a pan-Nigerian agenda beyond your person to think and worry about can essay a few reflections for your consideration above these two fundamentalisms. I will cut to the chase.
2. A Divided Country
I read your speech. I was very pleased to note that it passed the hubris test. You elected the tack of humility in presenting your case to the people. This is encouraging. There is so much arrogance of power in Nigeria. Our national history is such that power has never ever had to respect the dignity of the people. Power has always towered above them, separated from them. This has damaged the psychology of power as it has damaged the psychology of the people. Power needs to be patiently retrained to understand who the master is: the people. The people also need psychological retraining for they have come to naturalize the idea of power as their lord and master. They are the first to defend power’s “right” to talk at them and not talk to them. They are programmed to be hostile to whoever tells them that this needs to change – especially if they have constructed a personality cult around the incumbent holder of power as is your case. Furthermore, your communication team is so hubristic, its leader so arrogant, that your own contrast with them is always soothing.
Beyond the humble tone of that speech, my assessment is that you continue to grossly underestimate the problem posed by the widening bitter divisions in the country. At no time in my entire adult life have our traditional fault lines of ethnicity, religion, and political affiliation been this nakedly poisonous and fratricidal. There is so much hate across the land it corrodes critical intelligence and saps valuable energies Nigeria could use for development. Your government needs to understand that nothing can be achieved in this kind of wounded and injured context. It is true that there is little you can do about what is really feeding a great deal of this hate: the original sin of your ethnicity, your religion, and your geopolitical origin. However, it would be deadly to mobilize these as the only catalysts of the division and bitterness. There are layers and layers of historical injustice and essential unfairness going back to the very foundation of Nigeria. Nigeria is one of the most unfair nations on the face of the earth. You must never give up trying to heal the country at a fundamental level.
As citizen Adesanmi, I don’t give a rat’s ass about those who hate you because you are Fulani, because you are a Moslem, because you are a northerner. I kick their sorry asses whenever it tickles my fancy. Other times, I just mostly ignore and watch them choke on their own hatred on my Facebook Wall because I am immune to their insults and perennial callow carping. I can do this because I am just citizen Adesanmi. Citizen Buhari and his government do not have this choice. You have to own them and their hatred. All your symbolic gestures must constantly engage them with humility.
You can learn from President Obama here. He has spent the last eight years reaching out to the American right, especially the far rightwing of the Republican Party and the Tea Party. They hate and disrespect him because of his race. But he is their President and never stops trying.
Furthermore, you must not allow your fundamentalist supporters to convince you that the hatred and intense dislike are fed only by ethnic, religious and political animus. There are serious issues of economic and social disempowerment feeding the disenchantment against you. There are serious legitimate issues with how you have run Nigeria on the economic front so far. These frustrations also feed into the animus against you. We need a comprehensive vision on how you plan to heal these injuries.
3. Security
Thank you for the comprehensive listing of your government’s efforts against Boko Haram in your first year in office. We are pleased to hear the gains recorded as well as the dividends of your hands-on approach at the domestic, regional, and international levels.
However, I was mildly irritated not to have heard a whimper from you about the widening terrorism of nomadic herdsmen. If it was in the speech and I missed it, forgive me. You have had Agatu and Enugu under your watch, just to mention those two instances. This makes the nomadic herdsmen the most democratic of all the terrorists we have currently operating in Nigeria. Other spectres of terrorism are contained and localized. We have only one that is roaming all over the country, leaving sorrow, tears and blood in its trail. The attention paid to Boko Haram and the Niger Delta Avengers needs to be paid to these nomadic terrorists. In your own case, you need to be seen to be paying serious attention to this problem. I believe the reason is obvious to you.
Listen to me, Mr. President: you may throw all the money in this world into our security challenges, you may run from pillar to post in West Africa, Europe, and America building coalitions to help us secure life and property in Nigeria, you will not succeed if there is not a pan-Nigerian buy-in into your security policies. The people must be mobilized to support you across the country. This cannot be done if you continue to feed perceptions that some terrorists are more equal than others in your book. If you need a concrete example of the destructive power of bitterness and how it could hamper your security efforts, I will give you one. It was recently announced that the clean-up of Ogoni land would start. I read people with names from that area on social media saying to hell with your attempt to clean-up their own immediate environment! That is the power of bitterness. How do you want to effectively move soldiers to such neighbourhoods to take care of the Avengers while we hear no similar plans to take care of the nomadic herdsmen? You must invest more in symbolic legitimacy for your security agenda Mr. President.
4. Corruption
This continues to remain your strongest suit in my estimation. This is where you continue to enjoy the widest support across the country. You also have considerable opposition because corruption does fight back and is fighting back in very desperate and dirty ways in Nigeria. Personally, I have no patience with the opponents of your anti-corruption efforts. Many have lost their regular source of yams from the goats and yams era and have become very vocal critics of the anti-corruption war. Many still cannot get over sore loserhood from the 2015 Presidential election and have been demonizing the anti-corruption war. Only the establishment of a National Centre for the Treatment of Post-Electoral Loss Disorder can help them.
However, you must not make the mistake of thinking that every critique of the anti-corruption effort is a product of malice. Some have complained about the showy and red-carpetish nature of the whole thing. High-profile arrests, detention, and endless adjournments. It is true that the same people asking you to intervene and accelerate the trials would be the first to demonize you as a dictator interfering with the judicial process in a democracy. However, there should be a way for your Justice Ministry to assign more resources to the courts and tribunals as a way of speeding up the process.
There is also the question of the campaign funds of APC. Chief Odigie Oyegun haughtily dismissed calls for a public disclosure of how these fund were sourced and how they have been retired. Sometimes, I don’t know which planet Nigerian politicians come from. They just jump up and insult the intelligence of our people. Where has he ever heard that only the party in power needs to retire her campaign funds? Mr. President, we need to hear from your party. We are waiting.
The inclination is strong to dismiss those calling for an equal searchlight to be beamed on the Big Men in your party. After all, their party had sixteen years to fight corruption and did nothing. Their hero had five years to go after APC big wigs and did nothing. As long as the yams were flowing, those who have now suddenly become apostles of good governance said nothing about the corrupt people they are now asking you to go after. You need a lot of leadership mojo to overlook this level of hypocrisy and recognize the fact that they do have a point no matter how ill-motivated. The EFCC needs to look into the dossiers of the politicians surrounding you with as much zeal as she is looking into the dossiers of the PDP folks.
We equally need to urgently unlearn our conceptualizations of corruption. The focus on politicians, albeit very necessary, makes us lose sight of the fact that we now have a society in which corruption is indissociable from the right to life and the right to survive. There is no legitimate way to live honestly in Nigeria without bending the rules a little bit here and there. Forget the N18,000 minimum wage and try to wrap your mind around how a Nigerian making even N60,000 per month can survive honestly on that salary without stealing from his employer or from the Nigerian state. For the 1% who are looting billions, corruption is choice. For the 99% we have created a society of compulsory corruption where the choice before the citizen is steal and live or be honest and die. Professor Itse Sagay and his committee have an additional responsibility to help you think beyond narrow views of corruption. You cannot successfully fight corruption if the majority of your people have no choice but corruption.
5. Democracy
What I am looking at here is actually our report card since 1999. We have fared badly. We have not deepened democracy. From administration to administration, we are stifling democracy and shrinking the space of democratic ethos. This has as much to do with leadership as with Nigeria’s terrible record with followership. I’d thought I’d seen the worst of followership with the sort of robotic herdishness that destroyed your predecessor, Goodluck Jonathan.
Alas, there is a strand of your own followership that has become a very real danger to democracy in Nigeria. Democratic practices and ethos have suffered terribly. Democracy is not just about strengthening the familiar institutions and pillars we associate with it. Democracy is not just about the struggle for free and fair elections. It is about constantly expanding the space of critique and constructive dissent.
I have no evidence that you are personally encouraging this sort of personality cultism which stifles the democratic space when supporters of a deified figure begin to behave like subjects in a theocracy. Under the past dispensation, personality cultism was subsidized by the state insofar as somebody was hired by the Presidency to manufacture consent and criminalize dissent online. I am yet to see that sort of behavior from the successor of Pastor Wendel Simlin. Consequently, I can only guess that what is fueling this dangerous personality cult is the sacraclization of your integrity narrative by the fundamentalist wing of your support base.
The consequence is a tragic restriction of democracy. Thus, even the right to protest is being criminalized in 21st-century democratic Nigeria. I do not support your fuel pricing policy. I also did not support the labour unions’ call to strike. My reason: ever since they betrayed the first Occupy Nigeria, they have not done enough to atone for their sins and become worthy of the people’s confidence anew. But it is one thing not to support their strike action and another thing to indulge in the sort of widespread criminalization of the very idea of protest against your administration like we witnessed recently. I have lived in Canada and the United States continuously since 1998. I don’t think there is a day when a group is not protesting against the Federal Government in front of Parliament Hill (Ottawa) or Congress (Washington). That is democracy. The perceived integrity of a leader is no immunity against protest.
I admit that you are not the one criminalizing protest and dissent. It is the intolerant fringe of your support base. You can help reduce the damage that these fundamentalists are doing to our democratic ethos by finding the space in your speeches to the nation to constantly include a few lines about growing our democracy and what this entails.
Where possible, you should hold out the current Governor of Lagos state as an example to the fanatical wing of your followership. In Ambode, they can learn that vigilance and conscientious critique by citizens can help a leader get his act together and begin to deliver brilliantly. Ambode was at the receiving end of severe criticisms in the early months of his administration. Luckily for him, no army of fundamentalist supporters arose to declare him above criticism. Today, we are witnessing the results in Lagos. Ambode is succeeding because he was criticized in a democratic setting. If you succeed with Nigeria sir, it will not be a consequence of the hosanna in the highest choruses of the fundamentalists. It will be due to the vigilance of those who will not accept or explain away half measures for you.
6. Your Team
There should have been a rejig of your team, especially your cabinet. You asked the public to help you rate your cabinet. Have you been listening to the report card, sir? There are too many deadweights and too many overwhelmed people in your cabinet. I don’t know the name of your FCT Minister because he is invisible. I have no idea what Chris Ngige is still hanging around for. Babatunde Raji Fashola is clearly overwhelmed and should be given only one of his current three portfolios. You need a more dynamic team for what clearly is your last year in office. By the end of 2016, the race for 2019 would have begun in earnest. 2016 is the last real year you have to make a difference.
As for your communication team, the least said about her the better but I am happy that the Vice President in his own interaction with social media influencers acknowledged the problem and promised improvement. We cannot have a communication team whose leader responds to calls to up his game by sponsoring hack writers to malign people’s integrity with barefaced lies from the pit of hell.
Pius Adesanmi is not beholden to you or anybody in the political field. I do not write proposals. I do not seek contracts from government people. If your communication team thinks that sponsoring lies that I sought a contract with you or submitted a proposal to write your biography is what will keep me quiet, they have another think coming. The sad thing about this sponsored lie is that they forgot that they are supposed to be change. It used to be that Pastor Wendell Simlin manufactured these kinds of lies in the goats and yam dispensation, forging papers and documents in the attempt to implicate the future Emir of Kano. Now the head of your communication team is sponsoring lies that I submitted a proposal I never even wrote. Where is the change?
I wish you more success in the service of our Fatherland in 2016.

The Second Coming Of President Buhari (Part 2), By Dele Momodu

imageFellow Nigerians, I’m back this week to continue where I stopped last week. If you missed the first part, let me summarise quickly. The piece was largely historical as I took the readers on a tour de force of how we arrived at President Muhammadu Buhari, a stone repeatedly rejected but has now become the cornerstone. I concluded that the second coming of President Buhari was a miracle and that the high expectations would naturally place a heavy burden on him.

Without doubt, life has not been rosy for our dear President and Nigerians in the last one year. What Nigerians expected from Buhari was nothing short of a magical revolution that would transform Nigeria, without military power this time around. The joy that heralded his coming was surreal and uncommon. For once, since June 12, 1993, when Chief Moshood Abiola won the most monumental election since our Independence, Nigerians united in celebrating President Buhari’s superlative victory. Everywhere I went, Nigerians were proud that Buhari had won and world leaders saluted our incredible achievement. In Dubai, where I travelled to shortly after the election, taxi drivers congratulated me once they confirmed that I was from Nigeria. The story was virtually the same in London, a city with probably the second largest concentration of Nigerians outside our dear beloved country. Indeed, we never had it so good.

So what seems to have gone wrong and how did we somehow wasted the momentum that was galloping us to prosperity, given where we have now found ourselves? Nigerians expected our President to have spent the transition period to assemble and get his team ready. His economic team was supposed to have been identified and put on notice and standby. We now know that the outgoing Government did not co-operate as fully as it should have done and the President did not have hand over notes on time, according to some impeccable sources.

Once the newly elected representatives of the people got inaugurated, one expected that everything would be smooth sailing, as APC had the majority in both chambers of the National Assembly. However, the election of principal officers of the National Assembly which was meant to be a simple and straight-forward affair since the ruling party had a simple majority already in its kitty turned out to be anything but that. No one anticipated the raging inferno that would erupt from contending ambitions and conflicting egos. The Eighth National Assembly has never known peace since inception and the rest would be history by the time the gladiators finish tearing themselves to pieces in the market place.

The selection, screening and confirmation of Buhari’s cabinet took place at snail-speed. Nigerians mumbled and grumbled like the Biblical Jeremiah about the time it was taking for the President to pick his men and women. It did not seem the President understood that his people are probably the most impatient human beings on earth. Perhaps, he would have jazzed up the tempo and tenor of his administration by announcing his cabinet long before he eventually did.

The steam started cooling down like melting dew and before long the mumbling turned to moaning and grunting. Those of us perceived to be part of the Buhari Movement have not been spared by those who would never see anything good in our President. We’ve been treated scornfully and attacked as those who brought this scourge on Nigeria. All explanations and entreaties have fallen on deaf ears.

The situation was further compounded by the war against corruption which has been waged with religious fervour by the Buhari government. The horrendous stories of stealing in high places are stranger than fiction. All well-meaning Nigerians have been scandalised by the gory tales of brigandage and high larceny that we have been subjected to. Most Nigerians are happy and pray that maybe Buhari would be able to win a war that was apparently responsible for the abrupt termination of his military rule in 1985, during his first coming. Many big personalities have been arrested, detained and prosecuted, though only one case has been concluded and most are yet to be brought to judgment and conviction.

The Judiciary that should be the last bastion of justice and the ultimate hope of the common man has been on trial and ostensibly nailed to the cross. There have been allegations of bribery and bias. Such an important institution has been weakened miserably and how it would wriggle out and cleanse its self-deprecatory mess remains to be seen. The Buhari government does not seem impressed even though it would need a willing and ready partner in the judiciary in its volatile crusade against corruption.

Security remains a huge challenge. Though our irrepressible military appear to be pushing forward in its efforts towards the obliteration of the terror group, Boko Haram, there are still some skirmishes here and there. Kidnapping is back big time. Just days ago, my young cousin, John Fatoye, a fresh graduate was abducted as he boarded a fake taxi and found himself journeying through places that he would never be able to identify since he was blindfolded. He survived by the whiskers as God miraculously touched the hearts of the bandits who dumped him somewhere on the Lagos-Ibadan Expressway. This has become rampant.

We didn’t hear of the Shiites, New Biafrans, Fulani herdsmen and Niger Delta Avengers this time last year. But these groups have managed to force their ways to the front pages of our newspapers and the forefront of our attention and reckoning because of their agitations and restiveness. The Amnesty Programme that was meticulously put in place by former President Umaru Musa Yar’Adua has virtually collapsed. The Avengers have wreaked unprecedented havoc on our crude oil supplies and operations. It is reckoned that we’ve lost our production capacities by about one million barrels per day at a time we are grappling with abysmally low income from oil.

By far the greatest albatross of the Buhari is the comatose economy. Many are wondering what suddenly happened to the robust and rambunctious economy that was celebrated globally less than three years ago. Our economy under the government of President Goodluck Ebele Jonathain was supposed to have overtaken that of South Africa to become the front leader. It has nosedived to an all-time low in just one year. We have studiously ignored the fact that we’ve catapulted ourselves into recession. That oil prices crashed calamitously when President Buhari took over power and the profligacy and impunity of the previous administration became manifest as there was no money to cover up and paper the cracks that had been obvious to the discerning public.

The truth is thus that the times have not been kind to this administration. President Jonathan had devalued the Naira twice in the space of six months in the last days of his administration. The effect of that devaluation is only just being felt in the course of this Buhari administration because, in the euphoria of the elections, everyone forgot about the economy. The parallel foreign exchange market took on a mind of its own and defied all permutations as speculators held sway. Prices of food and other essentials have gone haywire. In the end the Central Bank had to capitulate to those clamouring for devaluation by recently announcing a flexible exchange policy. This will naturally mean further economic woes for the long-suffering masses of our great country but we must have faith and believe that there is light at the end of the tunnel.

No one is sure if we’ve finally done away with the ubiquitous petrol subsidy or whether there is now deregulation of the petrol pricing regime. Only time will tell. Thank God however that the unbearable queues at petrol stations have disappeared and we pray it is final this time.

Unemployment has become dangerously massive. In fact, we are now rated as the country with the largest army of unemployed youths in the world. And the list of our woes is full and unending.

The regular excuse for the woeful economic quagmire we have found ourselves is that the past governments created this volcanic eruption. While this is a fact, many have argued that the time for buck-passing is far gone because that is the reason Jonathan was sacked by Nigerians.

Where then do we go from here? I shall endeavour to put my humble suggestions forward. I’m aware that some aides might be dissembling to the President and telling him all is well. But Baba, there is fire on the mountain. As one of your foot-soldiers, I remain committed to telling you what the voices on the streets are saying. I will now take the challenges and prospects together, one by one.

The priority of every nation is to build a buoyant economy. Truth is that would be difficult under the current climate. There is too much tension in the land, and the uncertainties can only scare away any investor. For example, foreign airlines are jittery and United Airlines only just announced that it was closing its operations in Nigeria. The almighty British Airways is exploring its options. Even Virgin Atlantic is shedding a few flights on our routes. These are not good signs. We must douse the tension urgently.

The banks are panicky and rocking although we are all afraid to openly say this for fear of precipitating a grand collapse. This probably accounts for all manner of unsavoury charges that are being levied on unsuspecting customers. The Central Bank must intervene and save the already overburdened populate. The manufacturers are angry. They are being ravaged by epileptic power supply and uncertain currency regulations. Every type of power generation must be explored speedily. Ghana has convinced me that this can be fixed quickly as demonstrated by President John Dramani Mahama. This has made most Nigerians living in Ghana very hopeful that Nigeria would break our electricity jinx one day soon. If Mahama can perform such miracle, we too should work harder.

Farmers are being kicked aground as they are overrun either by diseases or murderous herdsmen and their rampaging herds. No one should play politics with lives and livestock. It should not matter that some of the herdsmen are kinsmen of our President. They should be tackled seriously and I’m sure our President would safeguard every Nigerian soul and property. Once the perpetrators know the President is not on their side they will simmer down quickly.

The major bright spot is the war against corruption which the Government is largely seen to be winning. I would like to sound a note of caution though. While it is good to fight corruption, it should be done systematically. Otherwise, what we lose might be bigger than what we gain. I learnt from Chief M.K.O Abiola that there are two ways of shouting Yeee. He said “you can shout YEEE and people will run and you can shout YE-YE-YE and people will dance.

We can investigate and prosecute corruption without employing gestapo style operations. The President must insist on respect for the rule of law. One must never fight illegality with illegality. We must avoid anything that would suggest that enemies are being hounded. No crime could be worse than apartheid yet Dr Nelson Mandela chose peace over crisis. I recommend that corruption can be fought without making it appear like grandstanding. The looted funds will be recovered when a thorough but fair investigation has been carried out. No Nigerian should be detained on experimental basis at this time and age. We should always embrace dialogue as means to conflict resolution. Great Britain, USA, and other European countries sometimes even negotiate with terrorists. Those asking for blood today will sing a different song and tune when tomorrow comes.

We must do everything possible to secure the cooperation of every Nigerian no matter our ethnic, religious and political differences. In this regard, I implore President Buhari to hold steadfast to the notion that nothing should be done to humiliate a man who voluntarily gave up power when he could have opted for bloodshed. I will always admire and appreciate the sacrifice of President Goodluck Jonathan. We should remember that he was the first man from South South to govern Nigeria by divine intervention. He paid dearly for fumbling in power and that is enough punishment. Other leaders who wasted our resources since Independence are roaming around freely. If they cannot be subjected to a similar treatment, then Jonathan should be left to his conscience and should be allowed to enjoy his retirement without harassment. No man is perfect and we should not sow permanent seeds of discord that may eventually ruin our nation. That does not mean looted funds must not be substantially retrieved from all public office holders without fear or favour. Many in all the Political Parties and civil service fall into this category. The pursuit of one man as is now being advocated by some can only be an unwarranted provocation and unnecessary distraction.

It is never a sign of weakness to run away from danger and regroup. It is for this reason that I urge that we must not add the Avengers to our political and economic lexicon. I pray it is not too late. President Yar’Adua did the wisest thing when he drew the embittered militants closer. The people of the Niger Delta have every reason to be bitter. Their representative was sacked and not allowed to return to power. Yet the Asari Dokubos, Tompolos and others left quietly without a conflagration and it was indeed a miracle. We must not go and wake up unnecessary trouble. Our pots are full already.

Nevertheless, the Avengers have no right or justification for the atrocities and crimes they are committing. All they are doing is contributing not only to the economic woes of the country and even the world but more importantly they are destroying the communities they claim they are helping through environmental degradation and economic deprivation. The President must help these communities, and turn them away from the romantic notions spawned by these militants, by giving them a sense of belonging once again!

According to an old British Telecom advert: “It is good to talk…” Our problems are solvable if we embrace dialogue no matter how difficult it seems.

 

Rauf Aregbesola: Visionary Leader In Troubled Times

By Tola Adeniyi

imagePremier of the then Western Region of Nigeria, the Honourable Chief Obafemi Awolowo, hugely popular, was in 1954 set to introduce free and compulsory primary education throughout the region and needed money to finance the social welfare project. He had earlier on January 7, 1952 launched the welfarist and progressive government that kick-started the second stage of Yoruba civilisation with the attendant prosperity and development of Yoruba land in all facets.

Detractors of Chief Awolowo and of his government mounted vitriolic campaigns against his welfare package and had brainwashed the people that should Awolowo be allowed to make education available free-of-charge to all and sundry, there would no longer be labourers and servants; farmers would lose their children who hitherto were the unpaid hands on the farms to the schools and a heavy tax burden would be inevitable for the people to bear.

On a sunny Saturday, January 9, 1954, the then sleepy town of Ago-Iwoye erupted in unprecedented riots. The town’s hitherto beloved monarch, Oba David Meloniti Osiyemi, had to flee the burning palace and trekked through the bush to Imodi in an escape route to Ijebu-Ode. He was an Awo ally. He cheated a certain death by a whisker to escape detractors of the late Chief Awolowo who were opposed to the regime’s policies.

Ogbeni Rauf Adesoji Aregbesola arrived in the world three years later on May 25, 1957. Right from childhood he imbibed an inquisitive mind, a can-do spirit and an unusual humanist flare. He grew up with the conviction to be ‘his brother’s keeper’. Kind-hearted and caring, he abhorred injustice and the man-made human suffering and deprivation. He was a mere two-year old boy in 1959 when the immortal Awo completed his mission in the West. Rauf did not know the Awo of pre-1959, but the spirit of Awo lived in him.

“If ever I had the opportunity to lead, I will serve humanity with all my strength, vigour and absolute transparency. I will inculcate the dictum of ‘Mind is the Master of Man’ and make education and acquisition of knowledge the cornerstone of my covenant with people I lead and serve” was the common saying attributed to Rauf Aregebsola, an extremely studious and voracious reader, while going through high school and tertiary institutions.

At The Polytechnic Ibadan, Dr. Gbolade Osinowo then a lecturer and later a senior aide to the late Governor Olabisi Onabanjo of Ogun State and recently to President Olusegun Obasanjo, remembered young Aregbesola as a most formidable debater, a great student leader, a visionary and an unusual science student who was more concerned with liberal humanism and people’s struggles.

“I knew he would go high in life,” Dr Osinowo testified.

It was this kind of background that prepared Rauf, widely acknowledged as an exceptional grass-roots campaigner and mobiliser, for the daunting task of turning a hitherto civil service-cum agrarian state into a vibrant, competitive and technology-driven modern Osun State.

Journey to the top of the ladder was not easy or smooth, though he got his political, administrative and managerial teeth sharpened by an unbroken eight-year tenure as Commissioner for Works and Infrastructure in Africa’s most prosperous and active state of Lagos with a population of 24 million restive cosmopolitan beings. Rauf was reputed to have worked exceptionally hard and prepared himself for governance. He later underwent three and a half years of gruelling legal and political battles to regain his mandate as governor of Osun State in November 2010.

Quickly, he settled down to serious work and within the first three years of the administration his vision and mission had produced a catalogue of impressive landmarks. Some of these imperishable legacies include:

The recent publication from the National Bureau of Statistics clearly shows the macro and micro economic effects of Aregbesola administration’s interventions in human and infrastructure development in the state. It is very graphic. The tables show the formal transactions in banks in the states of the federation, from 2010 to 2015; a period that captured very effectively Aregbesola’s tenure so far. The credit section is the outflow from the banks to the populace, while the deposit tables represent the inflow from the populace to the banks. The combination of the two clearly exhibits the strength, dynamism and vibrancy of the economy of the states. Osun State has the highest growth in credits among the states in Nigeria, with the N13.2billion in 2010 rising to N170billion in 2013. This was phenomenal and cannot be overlooked. There are other indications and interpretations. What is not disputable is the strength of the state’s economy as a result of Aregbesola’s constructive developmental agenda. It is little wonder Aregbesola emerged the Daily Independent Newspapers Man of the Year in 2013.

Then, the bubble burst!

Nigeria, which operates a monoculture economy, met its Waterloo in the falling price of its largest revenue earner, this coupled with unprecedented looting of the national treasury and the huge theft of a chunk of the crude oil lifted for international market. The immediate impact of this calamitous fall in federal revenue was the slashing by more than a half or in extreme cases by two-thirds the monthly revenue allocations to states. States that normally base their planning majorly on the funds coming from Abuja suddenly became orphans and several of them, about 30 of the 36 states could hardly pay salaries and pensions to their citizens.

In 2015, the net statutory allocation for January was N1.25 billion, by February it was N1.12 billion, in March it dropped scandalously to N624 million while the April figure dropped further to N466 million. The statutory allocations began the precipitous fall in 2013 while salaries and emoluments began a steady climb. The contrasting allocation to Osun from the federation account is highlighted by the peak of the allocation of N5 billion received in February 2013 against the N466 million received in April this year.

These details put a lie to the accusation of alleged profligacy, especially considering the fact that statutory allocation alone cannot meet obligations on salaries and other emoluments. The financial challenge faced was enormous and daunting and a disaster was mitigated only by prudent management and sheer financial wizardry that allowed the state to make so much from so little. It could have been worse. But the cup in Osun State’s finances remained half full, rather than half empty.

The challenge on salaries delay is not peculiar; it is the story in 30 states. The sharp drop in revenue affected the state’s ability to pursue developmental programmes and projects for further economic activities that could be ring-fenced into the state tax net to push the annual internally generated revenue from N10billion to the medium term yearly target of N18 billion.

Luckily and through astute financial management the debt of the state is within its capacity as certified by Debt Management Office, the federal agency mandated to issue such assessment and opinion. Rauf’s skillful financial engineering informed his use of creative funding to finance road projects; rather than make payments in advance, he chose to transfer construction risks to the contractors and only pays whenever substantial milestones are reached, at times paying through promissory notes, which could be discounted by the contractors or sold to their financial partners. This is a secondary market for construction/financial consortium. This derivative financing method has been adopted by the Federal Government on federal roads that are being constructed by the Julius Berger. The approach is a responsible way to conserve resources, pay only for jobs done and spread payments over certain periods.

•Chief Adeniyi sent in this piece from Lagos.

Ambode’s Quiet Revolution In Lagos

imageIN the heat of the campaigns for the gubernatorial primaries of the APC, Lagos State, in 2015, I had no doubt that Mr Akinwunmi Ambode, who was endorsed by Senator Tinubu, would emerge and this came to pass.
I voted for Ambode during the April gubernatorial general elections for the simple reason that, when Tinubu preferred his then Chief of Staff, little known Babatunde Fashola, to other candidates in 2007, there was disquiet from many quarters because the ability of Fashola to perform was in doubt, but we later discovered that Senator Tinubu saw what the rest of us did not see in Fashola. The rest is history today. Fashola performed beyond the imagination of many Lagosians including cynics. In fact, Lagos State became a reference point of what good governance should be. So, when Akinwumi Ambode got the endorsement of Tinubu, I got a de javu feeling and I remembered that just like Fashola, another performer might have emerged.
Like many Lagos residents, I was a bit apprehensive in the first few months of Ambode in the saddle as everything seemed to be turning upside down in the state. In less than two weeks in office, about four major fire outbreaks caused by fuel tankers were recorded in different parts of Lagos State; there was upsurge in armed robbery, kidnapping and other sundry crimes. As if these were not enough, there was water shortage in the state for about one month due to a major fault in the equipment of the Lagos State Water Corporation and as the government was battling this, the gridlock in the state became horrific while traffic robbers had a field day. There were complaints in almost all sectors and Ambode received bashing left and right while he was accused of ineptitude and incompetence.
Like a workman ready with his tools, Ambode set to work and instead of being disillusioned with the myriad of problems and bashing, they became the tonic he needed to confront the problems head on. He gave succour to the victims of tanker fire incidents and took steps to prevent re-occurrence. He tackled the security problem of the state by purchasing and handing over security equipment worth N4.8 billion to the security agencies. These include, 100 4-Door Salon Cars, 55 Ford Ranger Pick-Ups, 10 Toyota Land Cruiser Pick-Ups, 15 BMW Power Bikes, 100 Power Bikes, Isuzu Trucks, three (3) Helicopters, two (2) Gun Boats, 15 Armoured Personnel Carriers, Revolving Lights, Siren and Public Address System, Vehicular Radio Communicators, Security Gadgets including Bullet Proof Vests, Helmets, Handcuffs, etc, Uniforms, Kits and Improved Insurance and Death Benefit Schemes for officers.
Ambode’s effort yielded immediate result as crime was reduced to the barest minimum. One robbery incident that Lagosian will never forget in a hurry is the Ikorodu bank robbery where the robbers escaped through the waterways with a speedboat but were apprehended few weeks after the incident. Similarly, the prompt and professional rescue of the abducted Ikorodu school girls six days after was unprecedented. The kidnappers were apprehended and the girls were unhurt. This drew a lot of applause from Nigerians home and abroad. He also adequately tackled the problem of cultism and land grabbing which had become menace to Lagos residents.
The traffic gridlock in the state was tackled with all seriousness with the governor himself apprehending traffic offenders. The Lagos State Traffic Management Agency (LASMA) was overhauled and the officers re- orientated with a view to making the agency have a human face and at the same time, ensure free flow of traffic. Major stakeholders such as members of various transport unions were incorporated as members of the task force. Recently, mobile courts were inaugurated in the state to summarily try recalcitrant drivers and this has made the traffic situation in the state better.
Tackling the Apapa traffic bottleneck holistically, a task force was set up to ensure free flow of traffic while he personally monitored this. He called on the Federal government to mobilise the contractor awarded the Apapa road network to return to site.
Ambode, a civil servant of 27 years wasted no time in re-organising the civil service for more effective service delivery by realigning some ministries and scrapping others while appointing 19 new Permanent Secretaries.
In the area of Infrastructure, about 600 kilometres network of roads have either been rehabilitated or reconstructed across the 57 Local Council Development Areas including two new roads per LCDA under the Ambode road revolution. Under his “Operation Light Up Lagos State”, Ambode had rehabilitated and erected streetlights in 366 locations across the state while 37 rural communities around Seme border are to be electrified immediately.
In his bid to attract investors to the state and make it the foremost investors’ destination, he received the President of Namibia, Dr Hage Geingob the second day he was sworn in, whom he had fruitful discussions with about the desirability of Lagos State as investors’ destination. Since then, the Governor had met several groups of local and foreign investors including President of Dangote Group of Companies, Alhaji Aliko Dangote, investors from Dubai, United States of America, as well as envoys from several European and Middle East countries. The government has received approximately $43 billion investment proposition in the last one year.
Lagosians should expect more stellar performance from the Ambode administration in the remaining three years more so, that Lagos has now joined the enviable league of Nigeria’s oil producing states.
• Akintude, a Public Affairs Analyst writes from Iyana Ipaja, Lagos.