In the 1960s, Nigeria’s national character was protective of and sympathetic to its nationals… Today, Nigeria is absent from the lives of all. So she should endure the callous disdain with which we hold her and how our impala seeks to take the lion for supper.
One of my favourite channels on DSTV is that dealing with the animal world called National Geographic. I am fascinated by the process of how wild animals capture their preys; how a boa constrictor strings itself round a crocodile, for example, muffles life out of it and begins the slow process of swallowing the hapless prey. Fast-forward to another scene: the lion is shown looking very worried, apparently starving. He had ostensibly foraged the forest for a meal for the whole day and couldn’t get any. And, all of a sudden, a group of impalas, with their beautiful furs and long horns, stroll into view. Gradually, the lion strategises: He does not aim for all of them. As he throttles out in a jump, he aims for one of the impalas, and mows it down, while the others scamper to safety. He pierces his big incisors into the impala’s jugular and rends the throat asunder. Satisfied, he surveys the environment with magisterial self-satisfaction. And then, he begins to skewer the flesh with a menacing methodology.
An absurd configuration would be for the impala to haunt for the lion. It is this atypical scenario I intend to paint in this short treatise. Away from the bemusing 800-metre trek of President Muhammadu Buhari in Daura last week and the feeble feel-good disposition of the opposition parties to the self-appreciation of a man we had collectively reasoned could breathe on his own, unaided, seldom, why would anyone quarrel with a man’s usage of his ability to trek as a reassurance and gauge of the fact that he is back to the land of the living? If we can’t stand Buhari’s government, can’t we also stand his being happy with himself for being able to do what able men and women do?
Sorry, I digress. A very interesting and instructive scenario played out between the American government and the Taliban some years ago. At the centre of that drama was Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl, a U.S. soldier in the Iraq/Afghanistan war. Bergdahl had been held captive by the Taliban for about five years and he was indeed the last of the American soldiers held captive during the war. One bright morning during his reign, President Barack Obama, the symbol of American sovereignty, had telephoned Mr. and Mrs. Bergdahl, parents of Bowe and told them pointedly that their son would be released that day as America had entered into a swap deal with Afghan authorities, in exchange for five Afghan detainees at the Guantanamo Bay prison.
Ordinarily, as the street lingo says, there is no big deal in securing the release of prisoners and there is also no cause to lose sleep over a trans-national negotiation. But what struck at the core of the excitement of most was the investment of national emotions, patriotism and the national dedication that went into the release of the young soldier.
After the government of Qatar helped broker the release, Obama had said at the White House’s Rose Garden that, “While Bowe was gone, he was never forgotten.” National security adviser, Susan Rice, also said America never leaves her people behind.
I have asked myself repeatedly whether Nigeria would go that whole hog for anyone, any of its citizens, no matter how precarious their situation is. I have latched on to the benefit of the hindsight repeatedly to scavenge for precedents of Nigeria’s intervention in the live of a citizen in distress.
I watched the exchange of Bergdahl on Al-Jazeera and an eruption of emotions rose in him. At a place that looked like a forest in eastern Afghanistan, he was recovered by U.S. special operations forces without incident at a “pick-up” point near the border with Pakistan. A U.S. helicopter had its propeller swiveling excitedly, while about 18 armed Taliban members who had come to deliver Bergdahl to the U.S. forces, stood beside them, their guns menacingly ogling at the Americans and the gaunt-looking Bergdahl.
I have asked myself repeatedly whether Nigeria would go that whole hog for anyone, any of its citizens, no matter how precarious their situation is. I have latched on to the benefit of the hindsight repeatedly to scavenge for precedents of Nigeria’s intervention in the live of a citizen in distress. What I found was either too sparse or too insignificant to be described as a national character or national behavioural pattern to a national in distress.
The Nigerian national character is that the nation seldom bothers about the fate of its nationals. The impression many Nigerians have of their country is of one huge behemoth that exists for all and nobody in particular. Once you are not up there or you do not have leverage to the people at the top, you are done for in the Nigerian national configuration. Several of our nationals are languishing in jails all over the world today for offences that border on collective disparagement of our African skin. Kris Imodibie (my senior in the department of Philosophy, University of Lagos, whose death got me into journalism – that’s a story for another day!) and Tayo Awotunsin were murdered by Charles Taylor in the 1990s mainly because of the latter’s disdain for the Nigerian nation and the titular head of state, General Ibrahim Babangida. The duo were killed not because they were Tayo and Kris but because they hailed from a country that the brute Charles just couldn’t stomach. Now, see the nation for whom those folks were martyred neither remembering them nor bothering about their memories. Kris’ and Tayo’s kids are in a better position to draw the geographical map of Nigerian patriotism.
This is one major reason why Nigeria is seen as an humongous heap from which everyone must tease out enough chunk of meat to last them for a lifetime. Nobody is ready to go through privation for Nigeria, nor is anyone willing to die for her. You must have heard the refrain ‘Nigeria is not worth dying for.’ The converse is the case in developed countries of the world. Those countries are devotees of that Christ’s quote that He is the good shepherd who, when He loses one of His sheep, would leave the rest and wander about to save the life of the missing heifer. Nigeria does not care, nor is she bothered about her lost sheep. Her rulers are too engrossed in voyeuristic self-glorifications to bother about the lives of small fries who make up the nation. With this, we brew children and nationals who are not only diffident of Nigeria but are ready to circumvent or even extort her for their individual or kin elevation.
In retaliation, each individual – the miserable and neglected impala – now carves out independence and a life for themselves outside of Nigeria by seeking to have the Nigerian state as lion for supper. It is such a survival-of-the-fittest and a games reserve situation where everybody cultivates methods of their survival in a very big hostile jungle.
For the life of Bergdhal, the Obama government approached the Congress to have America climb down from its high horse and exchange him for detainees at Guantanamo. In the aftermath this swap deal, an elated White House told the world in a statement: “Today, the American people are pleased that we will be able to welcome home Sergeant Bowe Bergdahl.”
When such a nation gets unqualified patriotism from its nationals, the chemistry would no doubt appear complex and incomprehensible to Nigerians who are sired by a nation whose relationship with us is one of a slave and its captor; a hostile jungle where the lion eats the impala for supper. In retaliation, each individual – the miserable and neglected impala – now carves out independence and a life for themselves outside of Nigeria by seeking to have the Nigerian state as lion for supper. It is such a survival-of-the-fittest and a games reserve situation where everybody cultivates methods of their survival in a very big hostile jungle.
Several of our soldiers have been killed in wars without compensation. I am aware of one Private Bankole of the Sokoto military base who was killed in the Sierra-Leonean war sometime in year 2000 and whose family has not received a kobo from the Nigerian military till date. Thousands of our soldiers have been killed in Boko Haram wars and other insurgencies with their families miserable and downcast. The fat-tummy Generals with corrupt epaulettes on their shoulders get richer by the day from blood-dripping contracts of the supply of ammunition and other military equipment.
In the 1960s, Nigeria’s national character was protective of and sympathetic to its nationals. Many got scholarships and were trained by the Nigerian state. These beneficiaries of the largesse of the Nigerian state emerge therefrom to be great patriots, seeking to recompense the state of her good. Today, Nigeria is absent from the lives of all. So she should endure the callous disdain with which we hold her and how our impala seeks to take the lion for supper.
Will Someone Tell Rotimi To Stop Weeping On My Rooftop?
Today, August 26, 2018, the voluble Amaechi, now minister of Transport, is however very silent, in spite of the rumbles in the APC and the cloning of his rebellion in the PDP by his fellow 2013 travellers. What could have gone wrong?
(First published in the Saturday Tribune in 2014)
Having recently lost his daughter, Iyetade, in the city of Ibadan during the week (my condolences, please), the crime of having one of his early literary works plagiarised may be an insult upon injury if I didn’t ask for Professor Wole Soyinka’s go-ahead. The above headline is a parody of the opening paragraph of Soyinka’s The Interpreters, an unapparent reference to a downpour that was hitting the roof of one of the characters in the book, Sagoe. Sagoe had actually retorted, “Can someone ask God to stop weeping on my rooftop?”
Rivers State governor, Rotimi Amaechi, has won tremendous goodwill in the last one year or thereabout. But for the fact that Nigeria is an non-statistical country, it would have been easy to measure, in clear terms, Amaechi’s climb from the provincial governor that he was before the spat he had with Goodluck Jonathan and wife, to a governor whose words count on the Nigerian landscape. Before his travails in the hands of the federal government, Amaechi was just one of the governors in the country plotting the graph of his own survival.
Nothing about him rang a bell. Or, didn’t it? Well, here is a 1987-holder of a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Studies and Literature from the University of Port Harcourt and who rose by the dint of hard work and the spidery weave of the human course to become speaker of the Rivers House of Assembly and then governor of the State. Being a graduate of English, Amaechi probably had his fascination for literature and the high octave level of drama that goes with it. He understands the power of drama to get across views and perspectives. This, no doubt, explains why drama and the communication of grouse play major roles in the character of the Rivers governor.
The turgid drama in the Nigerian Governors’ Forum (NGF) brought out the drama of Amaechi. In its crude effort to muzzle the student of literature off the dais as chairman of the Forum, the federal government courted the ire of the public and raised the tempo of Rotimi’s rating in the eyes of the public. As government bungled the task of upstaging Amaechi, the drama student received thumbs-up from a Nigerian public which always sides with the weak against the strong.
In the estimation of the rest of the world, government at the federal level was trying to vilify the little Ikwerre boy simply because he could not be found inside the Presidency’s kit and caboodle.
So when Amaechi joined the new-PDP governors and their subsequent decampment into the All Progressives Congress (APC), even though it was akin to biting the bullet, with the drama becoming eerie, Amaechi still received applauses from a public which felt that, having been ostracised in the PDP, his best bet was to seek an alternative platform.
And Amaechi began to employ the instrument of theatre and drama again. Almost on a daily basis, Rotimi was on the front pages of newspapers, karating, elbowing and spewing venom like a bad-tempered rattlesnake. Goodluck Ebele Jonathan was his target, as well as his femme fatale companion. There is hardly a day you open your newspaper that you do not see one jab or the other from the Rivers governor at the First Family. Or on television, in company with his fellow cruisers on the APC boat, with Amaechi dancing Otuaka Chineke… Agidima o… and twirling like an urchin promised a wrap of marijuana if he plays the fool.
Amaechi has jabbed the First Family so incessantly that the drama, having reached its crescendo, is fast losing its shine and the dramatist relapsing into anti-climax. While the twin of drama and the communication of his grouse, as a student of literature, has served him well thus far, it is becoming an overkill which Amaechi must desist from henceforth. If care is not taken, he would become the proverbial Tortoise’s In-law, in a story which teaches the need for the act of précis in all we do. Tortoise had offended his in-law, and being cross, the latter had arraigned the carapace-filled animal to the path leading to the market square where the whole world could see and jab Tortoise for his misdemeanour. As passers-by, on their way to the market, listened to Tortoise’s in-law’s reportage of Tortoise’s sin, he was disparaged and vilified but on their return, finding the same fellow on the same spot, drenched by rain and smoked by the sun, the tide turned and Tortoise’s in-law became the recipient of the passers-by’s angst. Why is Tortoise’s in-law this wicked and unfeeling, they complained?
In this enterprise, Amaechi is becoming too voluble and less calculative, making Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan to begin to garner the people’s sympathy, and with Rotimi becoming an insolent little brat in their estimation. Right now, Amaechi’s volubility is frittering away his sympathisers, especially when he gets to hammer the PDP which he had been in cahoots with for about fourteen years now. Since when did the PDP become distasteful? When it rose against the drama buff, Amaechi? But the party had always been an angel, a la the Ikwerre boy! Since when did the oil wells in Port-Harcourt get ceded to Bayelsa and Abia which necessitated Amaechi’s grouse against the Amanayabo? Was it recently? How come we never heard of this grouse until Amaechi became the subject of attack of the presidency?
Rotimi Amaechi’s voluble recounts in the media are becoming as sickening to us as the rain was to that Soyinka character who asked God to stop weeping on his rooftop.
Afterwords
Today, August 26, 2018, the voluble Amaechi, now minister of Transport, is however very silent, in spite of the rumbles in the APC and the cloning of his rebellion in the PDP by his fellow 2013 travellers. What could have gone wrong?
Gramsci’s Handshake That Oyo Refused
Not only did the state government put the cart before the horse, but sealing up Music House would have been more logical, while it waits for compliance with rules. The government’s name has suffered immense bashes all over the world via the bad press generated by the demolition and this slur on its name may never be redeemed, in spite of its spirited attempt to mend it…
I was a guest of postgraduate students of the University of Ibadan’s Department of Communication and Language Arts last Thursday. Desirous of marrying the various theories they had received about media and communication, I had been asked to give a talk to the students on handling government’s media portfolio, given my experience in Enugu and Oyo States and perhaps, my doctoral in political communication.
If any one of the students wanted to subsequently follow the thorny path of being a political person’s publicist, my talk must have dampened their morale. The job of publicists to politically exposed persons is a thankless one, in which you have to bite bullets repeatedly. They asked me such questions as the effect of the sycophancy of governmental aides on policies and the escalation of crises, among others. What took the largest chunk of our time was however dwellings on the recent tiff between gospel crooner, Yinka Ayefele and the Oyo State government. If I were the handler of the government’s media, what would I have done differently in the process that led to the eventual demolition of the musician’s broadcasting outfit, they asked and what would I have done in the mitigation of the image of government which had suffered colossal salvoes from all over the world?
I referred them to my piece last week. No government can ever win any war with the media. In all governments I served, that was my preachment, no matter how cowardly I was perceived. In dealing with the media, I was a student of Antonio Francesco Gramsci, the Italian Marxist philosopher and communist politician jailed in 1926 by fascist Mussolini and who in prison wrote the famous Prison Notebook, wherein he espoused the theory of hegemony.
Ending my over three-hour talk with the students and lecturers who found my yaks fascinating, I told them that eventually, the same government that had been mouthing law and order as reason for the demolition would soon tread the path of expediency due to this global bash of its name.
You could seize the heart of a people without firing a single shot of gun, so says Gramsci. I gave instances that are in the public domain about my strides in government in time past which confirmed my firm belief that bellicosity isn’t the path to tread by government. My conclusion: What is lawful may not be expedient and what is expedient may not be lawful, and that laws are made for man and not man for law.
Not only did the state government put the cart before the horse, but sealing up Music House would have been more logical, while it waits for compliance with rules. The government’s name has suffered immense bashes all over the world via the bad press generated by the demolition and this slur on its name may never be redeemed, in spite of its spirited attempt to mend it by having a rapprochement with Ayefele. A potent power is one that is held in abeyance and not the one that is wielded like an encore. One who canvasses a handshake with Gramsci isn’t necessarily a pacifist.
Ending my over three-hour talk with the students and lecturers who found my yaks fascinating, I told them that eventually, the same government that had been mouthing law and order as reason for the demolition would soon tread the path of expediency due to this global bash of its name. The next day, it did by simulating a Fela Anikulapo-Kuti/Justice Okoro-Idogwu he don beg me scenario. Jailed for having in his possession the sum of £1600 and tried by Okoro-Idogwu, Fela sought public sympathy by saying the judge had shown he was contrite for sentencing him.
Festus Adedayo is an Ibadan-based journalist.
