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  • Oborevwori felicitates Ex-Gov. Uduaghan at 70

    Oborevwori felicitates Ex-Gov. Uduaghan at 70

    Delta State Governor, Rt. Hon. Sheriff Oborevwori, has congratulated former Governor of the state, Dr. Emmanuel Uduaghan, as he clocks 70 years on October 22.

    In a statement by his Chief Press Secretary, Sir Festus Ahon, in Asaba, Governor Oborevwori expressed profound gratitude to God for the life of the former Governor and for granting him many years of great accomplishments.

    Oborevwori lauded the former state helmsman for supporting his emergence as Governor of the state.

    He extolled Uduaghan for his outstanding contributions to the growth and development of the state and country, stating that some of the iconic projects in the state capital would remain indelible legacies of his stewardship in the state.

    Governor Oborevwori described Uduaghan as “a compassionate, detribalised leader and elder statesman of repute”, whose contributions to the growth and development of the state and the country would remain ingrained in historical archives.

    He appealed to the elder statesman to continue providing useful advice to the Government and people of the state, and prayed that God Almighty would continue to bless him with good health and long life.

    Oborevwori gave special recognition to Uduaghan for the state’s free maternal and under-five health care programmes, which established the national standard.

    The Governor said: “On behalf of my family, the Government and people of Delta, I congratulate our dear leader and former Governor, a renowned physician, an astute politician and remarkable statesman, Dr. Emmanuel Eweta Uduaghan, CON, on his 70th birth anniversary.

    “On this auspicious occasion in your life, I join your family, friends and associates to thank Almighty God for His continued love and goodness to you and to pray for long life, good health and wisdom to keep serving God and humanity”.

  • A Life in a Day at 70 – By Chidi Amuta

    A Life in a Day at 70 – By Chidi Amuta

    Tomorrow, I shall be 70. I call it the 70th checkpoint. A friend calls it climbing to the 7th floor even though I do not know how many floors there are.  It would be at exactly at 9 am tomorrow.  It was at that hour on that rainy July day at Aba General Hospital that the dam broke. The dam of water and blood burst open and this mayhem of a life made land fall.

    My grandmother, eternal narrator of memory, did not recall that there were any comets seen in the sky on that day to announce this birth. There was neither an earthquake nor a hurricane to make this birth anything special. It was just an ordinary rainy day in its season. Ever since then, it has been raining a combination of laughter, tears and surprises nearly every day in the last seven decades.

    People expected my father to blow a trumpet to announce a child he and his wife almost did not have. But he refused to borrow anyone’s trumpet to herald their joy, insisting that children whose births are heralded by trumpet flourishes end up badly. As I reflect on my birthday tomorrow, I am sure there are friends and well-wishers who would want me to blow a trumpet about the bumpy trajectory that my life has been.  My response is simple: You do not blow a non-existent trumpet!

    All things considered, turning seventy in this place is a miracle that could baffle the greatest miracle merchant. Seventy years of surviving deadly childhood diseases, overcrowded ghettoes or the evil eyes of village witches as a village boy… Seventy years of dodging the bullets of war, the ambushes of armed robbers… Seventy years of studying sometimes on empty stomach, under leaky roofs and with candle light… Seventy years of hunger and skipping meals. It has been seventy years of traversing this dangerous land on rickety wagons on dangerous pot holed roads. Or flying in creaky contraptions in the air.

    Seventy years, each day literally begun with a surfeit of bad news… an epidemic of preventable afflictions…A preventable flood here, terrorists bombings there, a few kidnappings here and there… You live life with tragedy as an entitlement and ill fortune as an endowment of providence….When good fortune comes, it is cause for festivity.

    A lot of the people I have encountered on this journey mostly think I grew up with a silver spoon!  But they’ll be shocked by the truth. There was no spoon let alone a wooden, clay or wrought iron one. You ate your Eba with bare hands! Later in life, when the eba became a bowl of rice, you went in search of a spoon, not caring what it is made off. So, do not set out looking for a silver or golden spoon only to get back and find there is no food to eat! If there is no food, it will not matter what the spoon in your hand is made of. Only people who take the next meal for granted can afford the luxury of debating what the spoon is made of.

    Growing up in a rural setting with occasional holiday peeps into the urban neon light at Aba meant setting high goals. The supreme goal was to escape from the vicious ogre of want and poverty. The principal goal of my life has been to run very fast away from the ogre of a humble background. It is a race you run without looking back.  What is chasing after you is deadly and unrelenting. There is no time to look back, You fear that if you look back, the ogre will catch you and trap you back into hell or use the razor blade of poverty to shred you! You have to run like mad. At 70, I am still running that race.

    My late father told me some truths that have guided my journey so far: According to him, the son of a poor man with poor school examination results will end up in the dungeon of life because  ‘’poor plus poor is equal to “poorest’’ QED! He taught me other inconvenient truths as well. Breaking the barrier of a humble background literally means breaking concrete walls with your head. A humble background means that you do not just reach your destination, you must ‘arrive’ with a splash to be noticed.  Make some noise so that people notice your presence! When you get to a city or a country, befriend Caeser. When you get to an office or business premises, do not exchange words with the security guard or the janitor. That is beating a dead horse! The bunch of keys the janitor is carrying around lead to someone else’s treasure rooms. Ask instead to see the owner of the business. Ask to see the Managing Director, the Minister, etc. Be a Nigerian: bold, audacious and daring.  At the church premises, ask to see the General Overseer. If they won’t let you in, go back and establish your own church. Give yourself the title of General Overseer! When next they call a meeting of religious leaders, you will be sitting in the front row to the amazement of the small people who never gave you access!

    For me, every new day is a blessing but also a looming battle in a war whose end is not in sight. I wake up at 5.30 am every day. Meditations and stretches follow. Then a mental map through the oncoming day. It is a mini battle plan. Never leave home without a compass or battle plan. Otherwise you will get lost in the jungle. Do the mandatory wake up cup of black coffee preferably with a few nuts- almonds, cashews, peanuts. Do not clog up the system with heavy food so early when you have earned nothing today.

    I do an early morning ride with my 14-year-old son to school at 6.30 am. It is just to wish him ‘a nice day’ at drop-off at the school. It is a ritual that is both a prayer, a wish and a rejection of my own ordeals with school. As he disappears into the school entrance, I recall the bush paths that I took every day to the village school. I never liked school but studied hard to earn my freedom from the confinement of dormitories, classrooms and campuses.

    Thereafter, from about 8 am, it is exercise time.  I do an average of one hour of physical exercise in my private gym at home five days in a week. It is usually a mixed regime: 20-30 minutes mid to fast walk on the treadmill, another 20 minutes on the bike. I get to do pull downs on a lathe, a bit of weights with 5-7.5 kg dumb bells. Some days, I do 50 push -ups or struggle with the abdominal machine.

    While I am in the gym, no phone calls or chats. The phone is for workout music delivered through my ear pods. No distractions or interventions. Absolute privacy. I end every exercise session with a dance. I dance to the music of Davido, Burna Boy, Rema, Flavour, good old Stephen Osadebe, Rex Lawson, Oriental Brothers. My taste in music traverses generation, geography, clime and period. Whatever the music, just dance and be possessed with the spirit of the creativity of song and rhythm. Out of the rhythm of the universe, reality was born. Those who dance are in tune with the first law of the universe. Ever wondered why, without being taught, babies begin to swing their heads to the tunes of great music?

    As a habitual newsman, news is my endless daily diet. Even when I am working out in the gym, I am glued to the news. I catch up and stay with the news across the globe on all major platforms and significant networks. News is the life blood of my industry. Life is incomplete without the punctuation of tragedy. An earthquake here, a street protest there, the compulsory school shooting somewhere in America everyday, the mad man in North Korea with the nasty habit of firing silly missiles into empty seas and spaces to blackmail America into listening to his bluster. America’s threats keep him in power as the heroic defender of his hermit kingdom.

    From Nigeria, bandits sack a school and terrorists cart all the innocent school girls into slavery. The soldiers and policemen arrive a few hours too late with bags of excuses on why they cannot find rag tag terrorists on slow moving lorries or on donkeys with a hundred innocent girls as captives. Still from Nigeria, some big man is reported to have pocketed a billion dollars from the commonwealth! It is all in the day’s news.

    The morning bath after workout is a daily baptism of mild fire in a steam cubicle. Thereafter, breakfast ensues. It is a mixed grill of yet more coffee, wheat bread toast and fruits, enough to keep the engine running for the rest of the day.

    Morning rituals over, I go to the office to earn a keep. All manner of people stop by to say hello. Most of them come with a proposal in their pocket. They know a business that can make you richer if you collaborate with them. But the business can only work if it is driven by your own money, not theirs! They never leave without narrating their ordeal with the landlord, the hospital or the greedy school proprietor who wants to deny ‘junior’ an education because of a paltry school fees in arrears since last year. There is always a dying grandmother in hospital in the village in urgent need of money to pay the hospital, or another burial to fund!

    Thanks to the Covid-19 emergency, I now work mostly from home. The home office is my study. It is my best place in the house. There, I have the company of innumerable books. Books everywhere. The best books are those by great authors who have died. A multitude and cocktail of my favorite authors both dead and alive: Kofi Awoonor, Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Kazuo Ishiguro, Dennis Brutus, Ayi Kwei Armah, William Shakespeare, Sophocles, John O’Donohue, Chimamanda Adichie, Mahmoud Darwish, Mourid Barghouti etc, etc

    Books upon books on every shelf are among the things in life that keep me happy. My favourite subjects are: political theory and philosophy, poetry, biography, intelligence and espionage, serious fiction… I buy books online literally everyday either in hard copy for physical delivery from Amazon or local book sellers or I buy books to read electronically on Kindle. I read an average of two books a week.

    I have just read a brilliant new novel by an unusual young Nigerian writer, Stephen Buoro. It is called The Five Sorrowful Mysteries of Andy Africa (“Life in Africa is a long prayer…”). I was reading that side by side with a non -fictional work – The Tragic Mind-by the great war journalist, Robert D. Kaplan (“Without order, civilization is impossible…”).

    Television is a constant after work. Even if you do not want to watch it, it is there watching you in its overwhelming presence in your living room and in every room and sitting space the house.  It is a constant surveillance. The television is an ever present spy from George Orwell’s 1984. “Big Brother is watching you” seems to be the constant unspoken refrain of the ubiquity of the television age.

    Digital television is another matter. You subscribe to 100 plus cable channels and watch mostly only 3. We are all subsidizing the global racket of multi channel digital television business! They sell and bill you for 300-400 channels even though they know we all have only two eyes and only an average of one television viewing hour per day. In a world that is now a market place, everybody is selling everybody else some dodgy package, ripping off everybody else. The capitalist dogs of war are on the loose everywhere. Eat thy neighbor seems to be the universal dictum! Just sign here or click there and your money is gone to the wind of the global information blizzard.

    For me, the must-watch channels for relaxation are few.  Cartoon Network and Animal Planet or National Geographic Wild are favourites. I like Animal Planet because the animals do not pretend like us humans. If they are hungry and find a prey, they jump at it, devour it and move on! If they want to have sex, they go after a vulnerable female and get it over with!

    I like the cartoon channels because the characters are carriers of possibility. On Cartoon Network, give me :   “The Amazing World of Gunball” where everybody has an enlarged colourful head full of tricks. Rigby in “Regular Show” tells us that the distance between dreams and possibility is just one quick dash away. Kids dwell in the world of the imagination; that is why they are hooked to cartoons. Their parents are too busy chasing after the same things that kept me on my toes for the better part of seventy years. We used to call it the ‘rat race’ but the rat is now a digital mouse attached to your computer keyboard. Just click and your money comes or goes. Rat poisons and cats have exterminated most rats. So, there are hardly any rats left to chase after these days. So people chase after nothing in particular.

    At other times, television is Comedy Central, celebrating the perpetual laughableness of life. With comedy, you are constantly and permanent walking on banana peels. You are constantly laughing at our foibles as humans. It pays to take a step back and distance yourself from life. Laugh at the things others consider serious and important. Most of all, look in the morror and laugh at yourself as part of the comic pageant of life.  Laugh at the bank manager and his obsession with the figures of other people’s money. Laugh at the lies of politicians. Laugh at the cleric and his gown as he pretends he can show you salvation.

    Laugh at the new transgender generation as adult males cellotape their manhood to their bodies in a hard effort to feign womanhood. ‘Oga, your son is now a girl!,  screams your curious neighbour! ‘Madam, your daughter is about to take a wife!’, another neighbor laughs aloud. In the end, everything is comedy. Everything is nothing and nothing is nothing! A crisis of language is looming. Soon, father and mother, man and woman, husband and wife will be erased from human memory in a neuter world.

    In my lonely moments everyday, it is time to reflect on the past and project into the future. The past is the home of memory, of things forgotten and forever remembered. It is time to connect the past to the present and tremble at the future. Time to think of those who were here and are now gone. My parents, the eternal presences even in their absence.

    The dinner table is the gathering point of the day’s harvest. It is more of bonding time for the family than about food. Dinner is the daily sacrament of love and family unity. Each day’s dinner is more of a communion of saints bound by blood who narrowly missed canonization. It is the hour to commune and break bread in your bond with those sent to you from above to make life livable. At the dinner table, the burdens of the day are off–loaded in conversation. A trouble shared is a burden made lighter.

    As the day recedes and nature prepares to obey the heavy necessity of night, enveloping us all in the blanket of darkness, I spare a thought for my country. This place is more of paradise in bondage. It will break loose some day and unleash its goodness. As I prepare for the greetings of friends and family on my birthday tomorrow, I am comforted by the assurance that at the 70th checkpoint, I am 7 years older than my country, this beautiful land that today’s youth fondly call Naija!!

  • Polygamy my greatest error-Raymond Dokpesi

    Polygamy my greatest error-Raymond Dokpesi

    Chief Raymond Dokpesi is a man of many parts. The revered elder statesman who survived poisoning as a little child with doctors in Poland predicting that he would not last more than 35 years, is now 70. Dokpesi who is the chairman of Daar Communication is an entrepreneur, media mogul, politician and philanthropist.

    In an interview with journalists, Dokpesi noted that polygamy would be regarded as his greatest error.

    “I’m a Catholic and I will tell you that one of the greatest errors of my life is polygamy. It was not something that I desired. It was a situation that developed in which I had no alternative. A lot of people feel it was wealth that distorted my behaviour but the truth of the matter is that there were internal family challenges that lead to it. I was married to a Polish woman and I wanted to remain with the Polish woman and I still desired it in my old age. She left Nigeria on reasons that she was the only child of her parents and needed to be with her parents. I went to Poland 16 times to beg her to return. My mother was also anxious that I have children that I don’t need to board an aeroplane to go and see. Those were the internal factors that later on affected my life”.

    Sharing his thoughts on Nigeria being divided along ethnic lines, he noted that bad leadership is responsible for it.

    “Bad leadership. When these issues come on, people run away from the reality. It is not the Fulani man that is bad. Shehu Shagari was a Fulani man who served Nigeria very meritoriously and conscientiously. We have had military heads of state that are northerners but they were visionary and ready to accommodate others. They pulled together the best brains that were available and brought about development. I remember my uncle, Chief John Amodu who was a mayor in Port Harcourt but from Agenebode. In Lagos and Enugu, northerners contested and won elections. People were living freely in Kano. Growing up, the whole idea was that it is going to be a country flowing with milk and honey but all of a sudden things changed. When you have religious extremists, people that exploit the very thin lines of unity, then you will find yourself here.

    I believe that there are still Nigerians who believe in one united Nigeria, those Nigerians must come out. Most of these younger generation, people that are clamouring for the disintegration of this country, I sympathise with them but I feel very strongly that they are in that position because of the injustices that are going on in the country.

     

  • Charly Boy expresses gratitude to God as he turns 70

    Charly Boy expresses gratitude to God as he turns 70

    Veteran Nigerian singer, Charles Oputa better known as Charly Boy, has taken to social media to express his gratitude ahead of his 70th birthday.

     

    In a post on his Instagram page, the controversial entertainer reflected on his life so far, examining how he has succeeded as an individual and a family man.

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    In a video accompanying the post on Thursday, Charly Boy said that he has so far fathered nine children — six from his previous marriages and three with Diane, his current wife.

     

    “I have sixteen, not ten, not five, not fifteen but sixteen grandchildren and I believe God has blessed me and my prayer to ordinary Nigerians is that may God bless you,” he said in the video.

     

    He went on to appreciate God for keeping him over the years, noting that being alive is something worthy of celebrating.

     

    “Counting my Blessings. My Family, children, health, spiritual alertness, pedigree&heritage, late parents, spiritual guardian…the beauty of my soul, a simple life, a good name,” he captioned the post.

     

    “My people, everyone who is alive can find something to be grateful for if they look for it. May God bless you too more than he blessed me #charlyboyat70.”

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    He also used the moment to celebrate his 40th wedding anniversary with Diane, better known as Lady D.

     

  • Tribute to Ray Ekpu @70 : Leadership & the Burden of History – Chidi Amuta

    Tribute to Ray Ekpu @70 : Leadership & the Burden of History – Chidi Amuta

    Chidi Amuta

     

    1. Newswatch & Leadership:

    There are far too many reasons to felicitate with my brother and friend Ray Ekpu, a man we fondly call ‘Brother Ray’ as he turns 70. Perhaps the most important and obvious reason is that he is a journalist. The second reason is that he has lived a life of journalism in a place called Nigeria. Ray’s abiding courage and significant leadership lies in the boldness of the choice he made as and when he made that choice.

    Ray had a copious array of choices. He could have joined the civil service and retired ten years ago possibly in stupendous wealth and opulence. He could even have avoided the entire grueling process of university education and joined the military early enough. There again, he possibly could have ended up dead or joined the pantheon of retired generals for whom most things are possible. Still better, he could have opted for a career as a perennial politician as an illustrious son of Akwa Ibom State.

    He chose differently. He opted for a lifelong career in a profession with no foreseeable financial or immediate material rewards. In our country, journalists hardly qualify for a pension or gratuity. Most often, the organizations where they spend the better part of their productive years hardly survive beyond a decade and where they do, the great journalists walk in and out through a revolving door. When they leave, they walk into a horizon of uncertainty and sometimes end up in near destitution.

    While on the job, the contentment of the truly great journalist is in the intangible and grudging role as part of the 4th Estate of the realm where indeed there is a realm. In war and in peace, in crisis and in normalcy, the journalist remains the intangible bridge between what, where, when and how on the one hand and the multitude of humanity waiting anxiously to know why. Humanity will wither in darkness without the multiple exertions of journalists of distinction. We are the unarmed legion of light questing to beam the light on the truth; the gallant avatars that intercede between the jackboots of power and the loud cries of the oppressed

    Beyond the general category of journalist, Ray Ekpu and his kindred spirits offer us a lead into the subject of this lecture, namely leadership. Along with Dele Giwa (in memoriam), Dan Agbese, Yakubu Mohammed and Soji Akinrinade, Ray blazed a trail of courageous leadership in the history of Nigerian journalism. Their feat consisted in one novel concept: how to crown excellence in journalism with success in media entrepreneurship. They set out to take the leap from being employees of moneybags to employing themselves and other journalists, a leap that was being taken in the Western world by journalists like those who founded the Independent in London.

    What distinguishes great leadership is vision and the courage to drive it in order to deliver the overall society-wide impacts of the leading stride. That is one essential quality of leadership that gave Nigeria the uncommon gift of Newswatch.

    The journalists and their admirers who gathered in January 1985 wore no battle fatigues. If anyone referred to them as ‘revolutionaries’, I suspect that they would, like Hitler’s publicist, Goebbels, have drawn a pistol to silence the misrepresentation. After all, they were all mostly right-wing or centre-right idealists at best.

     

    In fact, when the collective of Ray and his colleagues gathered to launch Newswatch in 1985, they probably were unaware of the revolutionary implications of their professional foray. However, they ended up birthing one of the most incisive and authoritative news magazines in Africa at a time when Time and Newsweek maintained unquestioned dominance. These international giants were only being complemented by efforts like Chris Okolie’s Newbreed at the national level and geo-strategic and continental efforts like South, Africa, New African and Africa Now and a host of others.

     

    Newswatch quickly emerged as the national gold standard in enlightened journalism. Its columnists were easily the most authoritative, influenced and civilized in the nation. Its cover stories were well researched and grounded. The encyclopedic research prowess of the Newswatch librarian, Nyakno Osso was everywhere in evidence in an age without today’s Google touch screen access to global information.

     

    With the emergence of Newswatch, Patrick Dele Cole’s Daily Times, Abiola’s Concord titles and the arrival of The Guardian, Nigerian journalism redefined itself as a power centre, not just an accessory to power.

     

    The lead players at Newswatch were no longer ‘Press Boys’ to be found at Press galleries or the hallways of power. They were purveyors of a certain intangible but real power. Every expression of power comes with inherent dangers. Ray and his colleagues understand this truism all too well as they reflect on the glories, tears and blood of their years in and around real power.

     

    In retrospect, the real significance of the leadership of Ray and Newswatch is not in the sacrifices they had to make as leaders. It is in their legacy in Nigerian media and journalism. The abiding gospel of Newswatch is possibility. It is possible to liberate the voice of the people, to give meaning to the freedom of expression as a cardinal aspiration of a free society.

     

    Accordingly, independent and private media initiatives stepped forward to replace government monopoly. Individual journalists and groups of them stepped forward to try their hands at publishing or broadcasting. An avalanche of private newspapers, magazines and broadcast media emerged to finally bury government monopoly or even participation. Truly, a million flowers were blooming.

     

    2. Leadership and Troubled Times:

     

    This gathering is not strictly about Newswatch. But Newswatch has enabled it. It is also a veritable anchor for understanding the requisites of leadership both in journalism and the wider polity. I know the leadership we all seek to hear more about in this time and place. It is political leadership as it concerns Nigeria, the nation we all love passionately.

     

    Let us proceed from the simplest description of leadership. It is the ability to develop a vision of community and the capacity to translate that vision into beneficial reality in a manner that carries the followership along. To envision an alternative higher reality, the leader must be enlightened. To translate that vision into reality, the leader must have executive capacity or find those so equipped. To attract and carry the followership, the leader must possess personal electricity or charisma in the form of oratory, personal carriage, integrity and connectedness to ordinary folks. The people must see aspects of themselves mirrored in the life and story of the leader.

     

    Perhaps at no other time in our national history has the issue of leadership presented itself so boldly in the front yard of national discourse. In spite of elections that fill various levels of public office in the land, our people continue to yearn endlessly for purposeful leadership. It has therefore become necessary to make a distinction between power incumbency and leadership in the nation. There is, as they say, no vacancy in either Aso Rock Villa or the 36 state Government Houses across the land. Whether inspiring leadership is emanating from any of these locations is quite another.

     

    Make no mistake about it. The drama of power incumbency continues to rage all over the land. The sirens blare even louder; the pomp and ceremony of public office is in full gear; the perfunctory rituals of government continue unabated. So also is the impunity of power, the arrogance of today’s men and the injured ego and deflated importance of yesterday’s people.

     

    3. The Leadership Ideal:

     

    Genuine leadership is somewhat more subdued than the cacophony of incumbent power. True leadership consists in the ability to inspire and carry an undivided nation along the path of self- realization. It is inspirational; innovative; empathic. In words and actions and personal conduct, the leader touches the vital chord that unites a nation irrespective of creed, ethnicity, class and even circumstance. More often, what the people value in their leader is intangible.

     

    True national leadership is perhaps best described and understood by what it is not. It is not water boreholes. It is not endless kilometers of roads or even kilowatts of electricity. It is not the meting out of casual cruelty on your perceived opponents or the shutting of the window of opportunity to all except your friends, loyalists and kinsmen. Nor can we mistake as leadership the subversion of the popular mandate into an instrument for dividing nations along all imaginable lines. If anything, these traits create the hunger for genuine leadership in nations such as ours that are so afflicted.

     

    From the immediate post-civil war years till today, the crisis of leadership has plagued our public discourse. It was Chinua Achebe who in the late 1970s identified the crisis of leadership as ‘the trouble with Nigeria’. We remain frozen in that moment and mired in that intractable crisis.

     

    The absence of a coherent national vision and sense of mission has bred a polity whose most recurrent fascination is ‘our immense potentials’. The hope of what is possible and the dream of where we could still be is what holds this behemoth ‘potential’ nation together. But in the interim, this generation of Nigerians remains the orphans of missed opportunities, squandered resources and periodic episodes of mindless leadership.

     

    The rhetoric of potential greatness is getting worn out. It is even worse when mouthed by ignorant politicians who want to win an election and further deepen our leadership crisis. There is a potential in every nation which awaits leaders of purpose to harvest. For how long are we going to remain a ‘potential’ or virtual nation?

     

    I have heard it said that Nigeria is still a young nation! Underlying that claim is the false logic that longevity confers on nations a guaranteed greatness. If that were true, the most advanced nations would be the oldest! On the scale of global development, where are Egypt, Greece and Portugal today? Egypt is the home of the great pyramids and of decadent dictatorships. It is also the hotbed of the most dangerous fanatics. Greece has a perennial archival interest with an economy that has developed the bad habit of surviving on frequent bailouts. Portugal used to be a colonial power but is now a virtual third world country with only a football club as its most notable export.

     

    At 58, Nigeria is neither old nor young. My fear is that it came into existence with all the infirmities of decadent old age. Now in mature middle age, the nation is afflicted by a cocktail of ailments some of which can only be cured by killing the patient hence the loud cries for restructuring or even outright dissolution.

     

    The consequences of past leadership missteps and failures now haunt us all. Our highways are dangerous; our urban streets are dark alleys hiding sinister possibilities as no one knows what lies in wait; the frontiers of freedom have been fenced by a rampaging insurgency while squads of killers sometimes difficult to name have rendered life in our villages even more capricious, brutish and short.

     

    A nation that started out united and hopeful is today torn along all known divides just as the number of optimists has dwindled into miserable insignificance. Our youth walk the streets in quest of nothing in a land full of work but with no opportunities to find work.

     

    Yet in the midst of this apparent hopelessness, I could hear the voice of hope rise at the places where our boys were at play in the World Cup. No doubt, the broad majority of Nigerians still love their Naija and wish for no other place to call home. That eternal optimism is for me the loud voice crying for the emergence of true national leadership.

     

    4. Models in Destructive and Restorative Leadership:

     

    Let us not be deceived. Leadership can kill or save a nation. History is as full of nations that have been ruined by bad leadership as it is of others that have been saved and resurrected from Hell because of the emergence of true leadership in the midst of disaster.

     

    First, the bad news. The instructive thing is that most of the leaders who bring their nations to ruin do not always have the luxury of staying behind to watch Rome go up in flames.

     

    Mobutu Sese Seko of Zaire:

     

    On 17th May, 1987, the forces of Laurent Kabila marched into Kinshasa. The long reign of Mobutu Sese Seko in what used to be Zaire was over. Mobutu fled and found his way to Eyadema’s Togo. There was no red carpet. His friend Eyadema confined him to the plane at the airport while working the phones in search of a place of exile for him. At last the late king of Morocco agreed to have him. He died in exile.

     

    Jean-Bertrand Aristide of Haiti:

     

    On 29th September 1991, Jean-Bertrand Aristide was besieged in the Presidential palace in Port Au Prince. Peoples’ power had ousted his rudderless regime. Haiti was at the brink of nasty implosion. There was panic in Washington. It took a combined effort of US, Venezuelan and French diplomats to negotiate a helicopter exit for him. But he had nowhere to go. General Collin Powell sent him a plane with a simple instruction: ‘take off and be air borne first’. While still in the air, diplomatic phones were busy searching for a place of exile. He was briefly stateless! Then Thabo Mbeki of South Africa gave him exile. But Haiti was in ruins.

     

    Haile Mengistu Mariam of Ethiopia:

     

    Similarly, at 9.30 am on May 22nd, 1991, Ethiopia’s Marxist strong man was flown out of Addis Ababa airport aboard an Ethiopian airlines jet. Of all the African leaders that used to congregate in Addis for the annual OAU summit, only Robert Mugabe agreed to have Mengistu as an exile guest. Ethiopia was in tatters, wrecked by civil war, famine and an empty treasury.

     

    Of these three examples of the tragedy of leadership, only Ethiopia has managed to turn its tide in a positive direction as a result of concerted purposeful leadership.

     

    Only strong purposeful leadership can rescue a nation from the brinks of tragic failure to a new sense of direction. In today’s Africa, the poster kid in this regard is Rwanda’s Paul Kagame.

     

    Rwanda under Paul Kagame:

     

    By 1994 when the war of genocide ended and a Unity government took over, here was Rwanda:

    All institutions had vanished. Government offices were looted up to the last sheet of paper. Most competent bureaucrats had either been butchered or had fled. The entire country had no running water; electricity was scant.

     

    Of the 800 judges Rwanda had before the genocide, less than 50 survived. Prior to the war, Rwanda was a desperately poor country with infant mortality, literacy rate and per capita less than the sub Saharan African average. It has no natural resources except lush green vegetation in an overpopulated small territory. Its per capita GDP was $217.

     

    An estimated 60 percent of the people were desperately poor while life expectancy was a pre- medieval 46! The population was ravaged by a cocktail of diseases: HIV, Tuberculosis, and Malaria were killing people on an industrial scale. Over 90% of Rwandans were suicide prone, having witnessed horrendous acts during the genocide.

     

    Today’s story of phenomenal progress in Rwanda must be understood against this horrid backdrop. National integration has been re-established even though the scars of genocide remain. Rwanda is today a prosperous, neat (no plastic bags since 2008!) and orderly country. The economy has grown by an average of 7% since 2010, lifting over a million out of poverty in less than ten years. Per capita income has more than tripled while Rwanda now ranks above Italy and Greece. It is in the regional top spot in the World Bank’s latest Ease of doing Business Index. So much for strong, purposeful and visionary leadership

     

    5. Determinants of National Leadership:

     

    Irrespective of whatever fancy attributes we may adduce for leadership, the fact remains that national greatness and fulfillment can only be achieved by a succession of the right leadership. Great leadership arises from three domains: national history, the strength of individual leaders and the durability of the institutions of nation being.

     

    On the matter of leadership, certain features of Nigerian history should worry us with the benefit of hindsight. Mr. Lugard’s 1914 amalgamation of the two geo-spatial protectorates of Nigeria was never an exercise in the service of Nigerian nationalism or a viable united nigerian national project. It was at best an administrative convenience and commercial exigency. The idea of a future Nigerian nation was only progressively grafted onto this colonial commercial infrastructure.

     

    Similarly, the subsequent anti-colonial struggle by our ‘founding fathers’ was first and foremost the struggle of ethno-regional elites for separate regional self-rule. This is why the various regions gained self-rule at different times ahead of formal collective independence in 1960. My point here is that in spite of the illustrious struggles of our disparate founding fathers, Nigerian history did not feature a unified leadership model or individual on which independent Nigeria would be built. Our national leadership at independence was a ground-work of arrangements, negotiations and compromises.

     

    This is in contrast to countries like Kenya and South Africa where the struggle for independence or majority rule was hinged on a unified vision that would propel the future independent nation. In this regard, there was no mistaking the mission and heroic leadership of a Jomo Kenyatta in Kenya or the founders of the ANC and subsequently Nelson Mandela in South Africa. In effect, Nigerian history may have denied us the chance to evolve a national leadership with a clear vision.

     

    There are however other nations whose histories were kinder. My best example is Singapore. The late Lee Kuan Yew and his colleagues were in the forefront of the independence movement. As leader from the outset, Lee is the closest we come to a modern philosopher king. He was clear headed on the national vision, mission and the strategies for achieving them. He was lucky to live and rule long enough to realize his dream of Singapore as a modern, decent and prosperous nation. He bequeathed a stable political system and a very enlightened bureaucracy and viable institutions of state.

     

    Another glowing example of consistently strong and purposeful leadership and resounding progress, this time in Africa, is Botswana. Barely 50 years ago, Botswana was an arid and dirt poor backwater country without much water and scant proven natural resources beyond a little coal and copper. It had three times more heads of cattle than human beings. There was hardly any arable land. People and cattle scrambled over land at the fringes of the Kalahari desert.

     

    The diamonds for which the country has become known was a later discovery. What made the difference between the privations of its beginnings and the prosperity and order of today is the quality of its leadership from inception.

     

    Through a careful and disciplined leadership of Seretse Khama and his colleagues, a country that was ranked as the poorest nation on earth and which became independent as Nigeria was descending into anarchy in 1966 is today the African poster child of prosperity , order and transparent governance.

     

    Today, Botswana is the world’s leading producer of diamonds. Its democracy is stable, monitored by honest courts and a free press. For the first 35 years of the nation’s history, its GDP was the fastest in the world at a consistent 14%! Per capita income has grown from $50 to over $7000. Literacy rate is in excess of 90% while infant and maternal mortality rates are among the lowest in the world compared to the embarrassment in Angola which has both diamonds and oil! Botswana has one of the lowest corruption indices in Africa. On the brighter side, it has one of the youngest cabinet ministers in the world- Ms. Bokolo Jenewendo, Minister of Trade and Investment aged 31!

     

    Botswana has carefully avoided the resource curse that has crippled countries like Nigeria and Angola. It stands up there like ‘a shining African city upon a hill’

     

    In Nigeria, the disruptive coup of January 15, 1966 further deepened our leadership crisis. I disagree with those who glamorize that act of military indiscipline. How could any set of rational beings have expected our national leadership to achieve perfection in less than six years after independence? It remains the height of youthful delinquency and professional rascality that that coup took place. It is an unfortunate precedent which opened an unfortunate chapter of leadership disruptions that have plagued us to this moment. Clearly then, our national history has not allowed us to evolve the leadership we need.

     

    In our search for redemptive leadership, we can no longer ignore the argument as to whether we in Africa now need strong institutions or strong leaders. It was former US president Barack Obama who posited this problematic while visiting Ghana. Our misfortune in Africa has been that when leaders emerge either by vote or by force, they privatize the institutions of state. Thus, even where the strong institutions exist, they fail to make the leaders accountable.

     

    Strength in leadership is not therefore as simple as it seems. Only leaders that have personal integrity, decency and moral stature can respect and preserve the institutions for the common good. In post-apartheid South Africa for instance, the new constitution had just been inaugurated when Mandela assumed power. But he had the leadership stature to rule the country in strict obedience to the law and in consonance with institutions. Confronted with the same constitution, laws and institutions, Jacob Zuma threw decency to the winds and bastardized the same institutions for personal gain.

     

    We are familiar with situations in which African incumbents personalize and privatize the institutions of state rather indecently. The police, the army, the judiciary, the Central Bank, the judiciary, civil service etc are coerced into seeing themselves as extensions of a particular incumbency. In such a situation, the viability and life spans of these institutions are reduced to the tenure of the particular incumbent. When that regime ends, an incoming administration has the unenviable task of ‘reinventing’ the institutions of state. This is the basis of perennial instability in our institutions. In the end the nation in question ends up with neither leadership nor viable and stable institutions.

     

    This therefore brings us face to face with the troublesome question of leadership selection in Africa’s emerging democracies. Regrettably, our political parties especially in Nigeria have no concept of ‘fit and proper’ persons to put forward for national leadership. Instead of a political meritocracy, we have compromise arrangements that throw up persons purely on account of whether they can win an election. It ought to be possible for a fit and proper person to win an election if they are backed by a political party. Unfortunately, we in Nigeria have consistently had political parties that are merely gatherings of contingents of crass interest rather than ideological movements. I doubt that this type of political party culture can ever produce a credible national leadership.

     

    6. Conclusions:

     

    The foregoing thoughts may cast a sad pall on the prospects of true national leadership in our country. Our dream for a happier place to call home is predicated on how soon we can get the kind of leadership that will fulfill the aspirations of most Nigerians. In that quest, I want to advance some observations to those who decide for us. We need to keep fine tuning the very legal and political environment in which we choose our leadership.

     

    A. The use of affidavits and other sworn instruments to prove the age and educational qualifications of seekers of high political office should be banned by law. Those who cannot remember when they were born or what schools they attended and certificates obtained have no business leading anybody.

     

    B. The concept of zoning or rotation on geo-political basis of the presidency and other key political offices by political parties should be outlawed. It is in conflict with the spirit of the constitution which rejects all forms of discrimination among Nigerians. If anything, the political parties should zone the leadership to merit which can now be found all over the country. We need to enthrone a political meritocracy now if we are to become competitive in the world.

     

    C. It is time for the National Assembly to review and amend the constitutional guarantee of immunity to high political office holders. Equality before the law is an elementary requirement of all democracy. A polity that allows unfit persons to occupy high office cannot also grant them immunity from prosecution. We also must quickly ensure true equality before the law.

     

    D. Leadership requires tutelage. We should resurrect the defunct Centre for Democratic Studies to continuously train and orientate elected public officials on the rudiments of democratic governance.

     

    Ladies and gentlemen, we may not have proffered all the solutions. I however hope that we have raised enough questions for just this one day.

     

    I thank Mr. Ray Ekpu and his family for the honour of their kind invitation. In gathering such an eminent audience to listen to me, they have humbled me with a rare privilege. As I look at this audience and the millions who have read people like Ray for almost four decades, I believe more in Nigeria. Indeed, there remains a RAY of hope for our country.

     

    God bless Nigeria.

    Chidi Amuta,

    August, 6, 2018

  • Garlands for TK @ 70

    It is no longer news that ace Nigerian filmmaker and cinematographer, Tunde Kelani fondly called TK clocked 70 on Monday.

    Movie practitioners have been showering encomiums on the revered filmmaker for his contributions to Nollywood.

     

    On the platform of his Mainframe Productions (Opomulero), founded in 1991, Kelani has made epic films like Thunder Bolt, Dazzling Mirage, Oleku, Saworoide and others.

     

    According to ace journalist, Akeem Lasisi:” A major role that TK has played in the development of the country’s movie industry is his insatiable search for new talents. Because he can spot artistic greatness from afar and from the most innocent figure, he has bequeathed an appreciable number of accomplished actors and producers to the sector”.

     

    Senator Ibikunle Amosun, Governor of Ogun State in a statement signed by the state Commissioner for Information and Strategy, Adedayo Adeneye, called Kelani an epitome of the cinema, one who has also used his exemplary skills to promote the rich Yoruba cultural heritage worldwide.

    “Today, Tunde Kelani is acknowledged for his dexterity in handling the camera and also versed in the knowledge of Yoruba culture and tradition, which he is using to promote our rich culture. Also, with a touch of adire in his dressing, he has relentlessly identified with his root, Abeokuta, which is known as the home of adire clothes. For this, we, in Ogun state, are proud of him as our culture ambassador,” the governor is quoted as saying.

    Speaking a chat with Punch, Khafidipe, a renowned actress said”: TK always stresses the importance of having a clear focus and being truthful to the focus as well as to the art. He taught us to believe in ourselves and be highly independent though that does not exclude quality collaboration. TK would always say once one is determined, one would achieve the goal. I really thank God that the great mentor – who of course takes us as his own daughters – is sound and fit at 70”.