Before the match started, I had promised myself to not get involved emotionally. So throughout the build up to the match- the arrival of the Super Eagles, the media hype and the boasting that the Carthage Eagles would fall, I had maintained an emotional distance. This distance lasted only few minutes into the match and I got involved. I noticed I was involved as I started kicking and nodding the air whenever the Super Eagles came near their opponents. I knew I was thoroughly involved when Odemwinge scored and in a burst of patriotic zeal, I “shouted Super Eagles would beat them senseless”. I celebrated the goal like it was a personal triumph, hugging everyone and pumping hands.
Alas! The celebration was cut short in the briefest of seconds. They equalized. What? No time to even savor the goal we scored? Well, I was involved already and so conciliatorily and in pursuance of my new found optimism, I declared, “we go beat dem 3-1”. Meanwhile, my younger brother was complaining about Nigeria giving us heartache in everything. “Dem no give us chance enjoy ordinary goal” he complained. Before anyone had the chance to comment, PHCN (Power Holding Company of Nigeria) showed they could not be out done in the art of scoring goals and they took the light. No one was really bothered by the public power outage as we Nigerians have more confidence in our pollution producing generators. So we switched on the generator to continue watching the match.
And we watched in agony as the Tunisians were making dangerous forays near our goalpost and in outrage at the lack of cohesion of our defenders. Typically, we had no kind words for them. We remembered they are big boys who make big bucks in Europe and would only show commitment to their clubs and not to their national team.. But each time the Super Eagles got near the other eagles’ goalpost, we held our breaths in bated anticipation. We prayed and hoped, and then complained. We were in this state of mind into the second half when we scored. Boy! What elation! This celebration seemed to be for my wife, I don’t know why. (Laughs) I hugged and kissed her with more passion than I did when the pastor said I could kiss her on our wedding day. It was Joy unhinged.
Of course we had won, we were the better eagles. It was very few minutes to the end of the match and wow, what a match. What relief! Our chances of going to South Africa for the World Cup just blossomed brightly. But wait a minute! It can’t be. They didn’t just equalize again? It was true, so sadly true. They had scored again! Just as our chances had brightened, it dimmed and so our happiness.
Should there be blames? I know there would be, a lot. There are clearly problems with the group as they are certainly not a team. However these problems have been there and like everything Nigerian, solutions are given in a fire brigade fashion. They are not planned, organized and strategic
In the midst of the palaver that is Nigeria, corruption, collapse of governance, poverty, unemployment, power failure, bad roads, Niger Delta crisis and endless strikes, etc, a win would have been a huge breath of fresh air.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Portrait of a country as a failed state
By Reuben Abati
WHY is there such a scarcity of good news in Nigeria? Bad leadership. Poverty. Ignorance. Impatience. Apathy. Alienation. Frustration. Wickedness. Hypocrisy.... And more. Many years ago, the buzz phrase in the original argument for a new world information order was that the reporting of Africa should focus more on the positive attributes and achievements of the people rather than the predictable stereotype of Africa as the world's worst basket case. We blamed the Western media for its racist mindset. We lamented the meanness of parachute journalists who jet into Africa for a few days, report all the dirty gutters, the bare-chested women, the fratricide and the poverty and present that to the rest of the world as the true face of Africa. Two or more trips later, and well-funded travels across African countries, some of those journalists ended up with tomes on Africa and became experts on African affairs!
Less indignant commentators asked for the development of local structures to deepen the capacity of local African media systems to compete in a world where information is all. I don't get to hear all of this now being trumpeted from the rooftops with the same ardour of old. At least in Nigeria, we may gradually be settling down to the cold fact that bad news may be all there is to tell in our public sphere. Yes, in the private sphere, people still organise weddings, loud funeral parties (after which the living tends to be worse off than the dead due to the weight of debts), house-warming parties (well, Nigerians like to warm/wash everything including the purchase of a used SUV four-wheel drive which Americans are shipping off due to high energy cost- we go wash am o), dedication of babies, birthdays, send forth parties: good news is made of such stuff in the privacy of individual lives.
Looked at closely, such good stories, so described, invariably point to one form of sadness or the other in private lives, and indeed the event may be a way of covering up other deficiencies, psychological and social. Never judge the goodness of the lives of Nigerians by the number of people who congregate at peppersoup joints every Friday evening (proclaiming Thank God, it is Friday) or the gaily dressed aso ebi crowd at weekend parties particularly in the South West whose Yoruba population has been described in one recent dictionary as "the fun-loving people of South-West Nigeria." They even hold wedding parties nowadays on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Lift the veil and look at the public sphere: bad news.
Democracy has not changed the tone of tnews in the public sphere. It is the same drone of dreariness and jeremiad, failures and aborted hopes. There is no point blaming the outsiders anymore. Foreign media channels have become favourite sources of expert commentary on the African, nay Nigerian condition. We quote Western journalists with such great concurrence. A negative comment on Nigeria on BBC or in the Economist, the Financial Times of London is immediately reproduced in the local media as gospel truth. Nobody is complaining about negative image and if there are some people still doing so, they are few indeed. Deep in their hearts, they know the truth that "this house has fallen," that the Nigerian state is in retreat, that all is not well here. In the age of the internet, and instant news, the apotheosis of the global village theory, Nigerians do not even have to worry so much about imbalance in the world information order, they are all over the internet and the blogosphere, lamenting the frustration in their lives. Nigerians curse, rave, rant, they abuse each other, they hold every other man responsible for their own woes. So much bile.
Reading the newspapers, sitting down at editorial discussions, engaging fellow compariots in debate, you wonder how so difficult it is to be a Nigerian, how so low life and living in Nigeria can be. It is a great wonder we are not all in psychiatric homes yet. It is three or four months to the end of the year, it is in vain that anyone can point to good news. Is it the endless strikes in the hospitals (which have resulted in needless deaths), or the strike by school teachers at all levels (which continue to disrupt the school calendar and the lives of students)? How about the lack of regular electricity and the high cost of diesel which has driven companies across the border or forced them to shut down, like the textile factories, resulting in job losses and greater social hardship? No end in sight to the Niger Delta crisis, with governments only managing to dance round the issues. Across the country, armed robbers, kidnappers, rapists and ritualists are on the prowl. Ten years ago we wrote on the bad state of Nigerian roads. The FRSC used to complain about the urgent need to revamp the roads in order to reduce carnage; last week, the FRSC said precisely the same thing, and yet in ten years, close to a trillion Naira has been spent on road audit, construction and maintenance. The roads are still bad. We are confronted with corporeal changelessness and worsening uncertainty.
Surprise: every Nigerian knows what is wrong. We don't need to wait for media headlines. We climb over each other to articulate the best solutions. A thinks he is wiser than B. C suspects D because he or she is of a different ethnic extraction or religious persuasion. The land has been overtaken by assassins at all levels; some carry daggers and guns, they complain about election results or religion and then kill others, the so-called educated ones engage in such bitter fights that make them no better than the Boko Haram zealots. The people blame their leaders. The leaders blame their followers. Even public officials go on television to complain that they are overwhelmed.
Every year, we say the same things: leadership is the problem, civil society should wake up, the Constitution must be reviewed, Nigeria is a failed state, it needs a revolution (yeah!), institutions need to be re-built, economic reform must focus on drivers of growth, proper federalism must be adopted, the Niger Delta question must be addressed. Let's line up all our leaders and give them the Rawlings treatment (yeah, yeah!). We look at the achievements of other countries and we draw parallels wondering why Nigeria is behaving like an imbecile. We ask the media to do better. We ask that the development process must be pro-poor... we shout, we scream...And we put it all down to the lack of political will to do anything. Find that will, and all else will improve. We insist further that those who have looted the treasury should be guillotined. We say it. We scream it... In due course an important foreigner visits the country and comments on our failings and we all talk about how profound that is.
Of course there is the praying and fasting crowd. They fast during Lent. They fast during Ramadan. They can quote the Quran or the Bible with the facility of a parrot. They claim to know God. They go to umrah, hajj or they visit the Vatican and take photographs with the Pope! Many unemployed graduates have learnt to short-circuit the system: either set up a private business, or engage in internet scam (the most amusing being the case of one fellow who says he makes the fantasies of lonely old white women come true through phone and internet messages, and he soon fleeces them), or become an armed robber, or better still, a spiritualist (claim you have been called by God: Nothing impresses Nigerians more than claims of ability to see into the future and identify the enemies debarring your progress- every Nigerian is waging a war against enemies- real and imagined). Even the ones abroad occasionally flee from the enemies in the Western world: credit crunch, hunger, unemployment, terrible bills, humiliation, hopelessness, they return home only to be confronted by bigger enemies. Some of them stay back and join the struggle with enemies, but many return abroad, drifting from one uncertainty to the other, hoping that some day, Nigeria will become a country where they and their children and their own children can have a true sense of home.
And then in the midst of it all, one Nigerian suddenly wins an international award, and while some people applaud, others would sneer, and the event leads inexorably to the evil of comparison: he couldn't have excelled if he was still in Nigeria, and so the good news is pushed offshore. Football used to make us happy too, but now we can't even put a team together and we are not sure of anything with our over-aged players and unhappy coaches.
The months come and go, the year ends. Yar'çdua asks the MDAs to return their unspent budgets. We all go to the church, the mosque, and we wish each other a happy new year. The new year is a copy of the old. And we start all over. We search afresh for the missing political will...for the magic wand that will make our society efficient in the age of efficiency ...there are no life-threatening monsoons, typhoons, earthquakes, tsunami, or wild fires stopping us, only madmen and specialists.. We argue, we scream -all over again...we rationalise. And life continues.
Culled from the Nigerian Guardian Newspaper
WHY is there such a scarcity of good news in Nigeria? Bad leadership. Poverty. Ignorance. Impatience. Apathy. Alienation. Frustration. Wickedness. Hypocrisy.... And more. Many years ago, the buzz phrase in the original argument for a new world information order was that the reporting of Africa should focus more on the positive attributes and achievements of the people rather than the predictable stereotype of Africa as the world's worst basket case. We blamed the Western media for its racist mindset. We lamented the meanness of parachute journalists who jet into Africa for a few days, report all the dirty gutters, the bare-chested women, the fratricide and the poverty and present that to the rest of the world as the true face of Africa. Two or more trips later, and well-funded travels across African countries, some of those journalists ended up with tomes on Africa and became experts on African affairs!
Less indignant commentators asked for the development of local structures to deepen the capacity of local African media systems to compete in a world where information is all. I don't get to hear all of this now being trumpeted from the rooftops with the same ardour of old. At least in Nigeria, we may gradually be settling down to the cold fact that bad news may be all there is to tell in our public sphere. Yes, in the private sphere, people still organise weddings, loud funeral parties (after which the living tends to be worse off than the dead due to the weight of debts), house-warming parties (well, Nigerians like to warm/wash everything including the purchase of a used SUV four-wheel drive which Americans are shipping off due to high energy cost- we go wash am o), dedication of babies, birthdays, send forth parties: good news is made of such stuff in the privacy of individual lives.
Looked at closely, such good stories, so described, invariably point to one form of sadness or the other in private lives, and indeed the event may be a way of covering up other deficiencies, psychological and social. Never judge the goodness of the lives of Nigerians by the number of people who congregate at peppersoup joints every Friday evening (proclaiming Thank God, it is Friday) or the gaily dressed aso ebi crowd at weekend parties particularly in the South West whose Yoruba population has been described in one recent dictionary as "the fun-loving people of South-West Nigeria." They even hold wedding parties nowadays on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Lift the veil and look at the public sphere: bad news.
Democracy has not changed the tone of tnews in the public sphere. It is the same drone of dreariness and jeremiad, failures and aborted hopes. There is no point blaming the outsiders anymore. Foreign media channels have become favourite sources of expert commentary on the African, nay Nigerian condition. We quote Western journalists with such great concurrence. A negative comment on Nigeria on BBC or in the Economist, the Financial Times of London is immediately reproduced in the local media as gospel truth. Nobody is complaining about negative image and if there are some people still doing so, they are few indeed. Deep in their hearts, they know the truth that "this house has fallen," that the Nigerian state is in retreat, that all is not well here. In the age of the internet, and instant news, the apotheosis of the global village theory, Nigerians do not even have to worry so much about imbalance in the world information order, they are all over the internet and the blogosphere, lamenting the frustration in their lives. Nigerians curse, rave, rant, they abuse each other, they hold every other man responsible for their own woes. So much bile.
Reading the newspapers, sitting down at editorial discussions, engaging fellow compariots in debate, you wonder how so difficult it is to be a Nigerian, how so low life and living in Nigeria can be. It is a great wonder we are not all in psychiatric homes yet. It is three or four months to the end of the year, it is in vain that anyone can point to good news. Is it the endless strikes in the hospitals (which have resulted in needless deaths), or the strike by school teachers at all levels (which continue to disrupt the school calendar and the lives of students)? How about the lack of regular electricity and the high cost of diesel which has driven companies across the border or forced them to shut down, like the textile factories, resulting in job losses and greater social hardship? No end in sight to the Niger Delta crisis, with governments only managing to dance round the issues. Across the country, armed robbers, kidnappers, rapists and ritualists are on the prowl. Ten years ago we wrote on the bad state of Nigerian roads. The FRSC used to complain about the urgent need to revamp the roads in order to reduce carnage; last week, the FRSC said precisely the same thing, and yet in ten years, close to a trillion Naira has been spent on road audit, construction and maintenance. The roads are still bad. We are confronted with corporeal changelessness and worsening uncertainty.
Surprise: every Nigerian knows what is wrong. We don't need to wait for media headlines. We climb over each other to articulate the best solutions. A thinks he is wiser than B. C suspects D because he or she is of a different ethnic extraction or religious persuasion. The land has been overtaken by assassins at all levels; some carry daggers and guns, they complain about election results or religion and then kill others, the so-called educated ones engage in such bitter fights that make them no better than the Boko Haram zealots. The people blame their leaders. The leaders blame their followers. Even public officials go on television to complain that they are overwhelmed.
Every year, we say the same things: leadership is the problem, civil society should wake up, the Constitution must be reviewed, Nigeria is a failed state, it needs a revolution (yeah!), institutions need to be re-built, economic reform must focus on drivers of growth, proper federalism must be adopted, the Niger Delta question must be addressed. Let's line up all our leaders and give them the Rawlings treatment (yeah, yeah!). We look at the achievements of other countries and we draw parallels wondering why Nigeria is behaving like an imbecile. We ask the media to do better. We ask that the development process must be pro-poor... we shout, we scream...And we put it all down to the lack of political will to do anything. Find that will, and all else will improve. We insist further that those who have looted the treasury should be guillotined. We say it. We scream it... In due course an important foreigner visits the country and comments on our failings and we all talk about how profound that is.
Of course there is the praying and fasting crowd. They fast during Lent. They fast during Ramadan. They can quote the Quran or the Bible with the facility of a parrot. They claim to know God. They go to umrah, hajj or they visit the Vatican and take photographs with the Pope! Many unemployed graduates have learnt to short-circuit the system: either set up a private business, or engage in internet scam (the most amusing being the case of one fellow who says he makes the fantasies of lonely old white women come true through phone and internet messages, and he soon fleeces them), or become an armed robber, or better still, a spiritualist (claim you have been called by God: Nothing impresses Nigerians more than claims of ability to see into the future and identify the enemies debarring your progress- every Nigerian is waging a war against enemies- real and imagined). Even the ones abroad occasionally flee from the enemies in the Western world: credit crunch, hunger, unemployment, terrible bills, humiliation, hopelessness, they return home only to be confronted by bigger enemies. Some of them stay back and join the struggle with enemies, but many return abroad, drifting from one uncertainty to the other, hoping that some day, Nigeria will become a country where they and their children and their own children can have a true sense of home.
And then in the midst of it all, one Nigerian suddenly wins an international award, and while some people applaud, others would sneer, and the event leads inexorably to the evil of comparison: he couldn't have excelled if he was still in Nigeria, and so the good news is pushed offshore. Football used to make us happy too, but now we can't even put a team together and we are not sure of anything with our over-aged players and unhappy coaches.
The months come and go, the year ends. Yar'çdua asks the MDAs to return their unspent budgets. We all go to the church, the mosque, and we wish each other a happy new year. The new year is a copy of the old. And we start all over. We search afresh for the missing political will...for the magic wand that will make our society efficient in the age of efficiency ...there are no life-threatening monsoons, typhoons, earthquakes, tsunami, or wild fires stopping us, only madmen and specialists.. We argue, we scream -all over again...we rationalise. And life continues.
Culled from the Nigerian Guardian Newspaper
OF WOLVES A ND BUFFALOS
I am a fan of Nat Geo Wild, a station on DSTV by the National Geographical Association, in the
It is to their acts of courage we get to know the relationship between wolves and buffalos. Wolves are smaller than buffalos and they travel in packs of about six or ten while buffalos are way bigger and travel in herds of hundreds and congregate in thousands. Though bigger in size and number, buffalos take to their heels each time they see a pack of wolves. Because of this show of fear, wolves prey on buffalos and kill them for meal.
In
These wolves know we so afraid of them they treat us with the utmost disdain. They know that during elections we are so scared to come out to cast our votes because we don’t want to get maimed or die as attacks wolves, thugs and the security outfits in the country would be unleashed on us. Therefore we don’t vote and they are not accountable. They know we can only charge and then run when they howl and act ferocious hence they do not care to provide basic amenities such as power, good roads, health care, education etc. They know that when we try to rise to fight them, they only need stir up tribal sentiments and they we will charge at each other. They know that when we really try hard, they will point at Odi and Gbaramatu and we will remember consequences. Of course, they know we will always accept amnesty because we are hungry.
What they seem to forget or have completely forgotten is that buffaloes do charge and actually take down wolves and even bigger predators. It happened in the
This week, the wolves called senators said the Uwais Committee’s recommendation on electoral reforms is not binding on them. What does this portend? It means that nothing is going to change about the way elections are conducted in this country. Would you want a bountiful feast to end? But how long are we going to keep running away and dismissing our problems with cynicisms, like “I have a family” or “I don’t want to die”. We are more in number and stronger just like the buffaloes. The choice buffaloes make to charge or run is just that, a choice. Whatever they choose is up to them. Just like it is up to us to continue to live in darkness, ply port holes ridden roads, die in hospitals, have our mandates taken from us, have police harassing us, our brothers, sisters, cousins, and kids stay at home instead of being at school. It is up to us to let them take millions monthly as salaries while our take home cannot take us home.
It is by choice.
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