Wednesday, October 20, 2010

IS BUHARI BEST FOR NIGERIA IN 2011?

Pastor Tunde Bakare's endorsement of Buhari as the best of the Northern candidates has justifiably thrown up many issues. To my mind the issues are as follows.

First, what do we want to see in a President for instance leadership qualities, personality, vision for Nigeria and integrity?

Next is what is our most pressing problem? In other words what is the one thing if CHANGED can fundamentally alter the fortunes of all and finally show that Nigeria means business. There are many but our condition is so bad that we may have to focus our mind on one above all others for now.

The next question would be how involved are we in the party political process that throws the candidates that we have to choose from? Remember no matter how passionate we are about Nigeria it is the party primaries that would determine who runs in PDP, CPC, ACN, ANPP etc.

Then when we have the candidates who should we vote for?

Lastly what are we going to do tomorrow to influence the all important party process? Nigeria's democracy is in its infancy and so 99% of the time it throws up candidates who are not the best for Nigeria!!!

These to my mind are the real issues. Pastor Tunde Bakare spoke as a Nigerian surveying the field for 2011. It wasn't to my mind a "Thus says the Lord"! Democracy has always NEVER been about election dates as important as they are. Democracy is a more laborious process where all those who have a stake take time to get involved at all levels of the process. It is NATION BUILDING!

Good thing is Pastor Bakare's statement is focusing our minds on the days ahead. What are going to do to ensure the best for Nigeria? This is the big question.

Nigeria is a multi faith society. Therefore whether Muslim or Christian our leaders must display unimpeachable qualities of integrity, leadership, courage and a vision for the nation to attract votes from all sides of the religious divide.

If we don't start on this real task guess what happens? On May 29th 2011 a new President is likely to be sworn in, after which we a real risk exists of reverting to our usual slumber.

Good thing though is that we are all coming awake now. So join a party of your choice. Why not even seek to gather like minds across the length and breadth of Nigeria and begin to espouse a vision for change that may metamorphose into a political party. What ever you do, make sure you DO something!!!!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

LEST WE RETURN TO VIOLENCE!


Elections are possibly 4 months or so away. Naturally therefore the attention of all, especially decision makers and the political elite are now focused on 2011. This promises to be a defining election for a number of reasons; the imminence of an Ijaw President and the arguments by the Northern political elite of the need to maintain the terms of a supposed gentleman’s agreement to rotate the Presidency in favor of the North. Who could have scripted these circumstances leading up to 2011? Less than a year ago a northern President presided over the affairs of Nigeria. Of course there are those who would argue that this was former President Obasanjo’s game plan. To foist on us a terminally ill President and rule through controlling his man Jonathan whom it is said owes his political good fortunes to Obasanjo. We have been to the brink and back. We were never told the true state of Yar Adua’s ill health. We don’t know what has become of the cabal that once ruled in the dark corridors of a Saudi hospital and Aso Rock. But true to fashion we have stared at the precipice and in that uniquely Nigerian way we have pulled back and are in the midst of wrangling and angling for power and influence come 2011.

Lest we forget, somewhere in the background to the frenetic pace building up around the 2011 elections is the amnesty program for ex militants. The much touted success and high point of the Yar Adua Presidency of which President Jonathan was a very prominent part. Much has been made of the amnesty program and that for good reason. For a start kidnapping and the sabotage of oil exploration activities have for the time being become a thing of the past. But for how long we cannot tell.

Instead the kidnapping industry has relocated south easterly to the neighboring South Eastern States of Abia and Imo. The success of the amnesty program even led recently to a reported foreign investment drive involving the Ministers of Petroleum and Foreign Affairs and guess who? Boyloaf ex militant leader on the entourage to convince foreign investors that violence has truly become a thing of the past. Whoever thought of including an ex militant on the investment road show in Europe was surely looking to achieve a major psychological boost to the fortunes of the Niger Delta economy and by extension our national fortunes.

Beyond the lull in kidnapping and sabotage activities what are the expected long term benefits of the amnesty program? This might seem an obvious question to ask. For a start many have asked this question in different guises. Most poignant of all questioners is Ledum Mitee – the chairman of the Federal government sponsored Technical Committee on the Niger Delta. The committee whose remit it was to review all previous recommendations on the Niger Delta dating back to the colonial era and to use those recommendations as a backdrop to recommend a way forward for the much benighted region. Nevertheless the question needs to be asked repeatedly.

For a start no word has been heard on the Federal government’s view or plan for the Mitee report. The report was submitted over 18 months ago in 2008. Since then our focus has been on just one item on its list of recommendations – the amnesty program. Even at that many questions need to be asked regarding the amnesty program. First is the opacity surrounding the payments made to militant leaders and their followers. This has generated much interest and little by way of information clarifying what payments were made and to whom. Perhaps in the interest of 2011 this fact has been quietly forgotten.

Then there are questions surrounding the training program itself. What sorts of training programs are on offer? How were these programs determined? Who will provide the training? How were the trainers chosen? What are the expected outcomes in terms of skills acquisition or entrepreneurial abilities? Recent newspaper reports notably This Day of June 30th 2010 on page 7 reports that training will last 6 months. What happens at the end of the 6month period? In the same report the ex militants are reported to be unhappy with the training facilities in Cross River State. How are these grievances being handled? Interestingly the Mitee report envisaged a mechanism for quarterly public hearings involving the National Assembly to appraise and evaluate the success of any efforts at resolving the deep-rooted challenges of the Niger Delta.

Unfortunately, the impression created by the way and manner in which the amnesty program has been handled so far is one of form and little substance if at all. It is as though an elaborate effort is being made to gain dubious accolades out of a program hastily cobbled together without much thought for any meaningful outcome or benefit to the ex militants or the region for that matter. This portends very serious problems for the future. Especially in an era where cynicism reigns supreme concerning Government intentions at really resolving anything. This amnesty program runs the risk of being seen as another charade to allow for huge dispensation of government patronage. It is unlikely this was the intention of late President Yar Adua or the incumbent President Jonathan. So with little by way of accountability and transparency in the execution of the amnesty program and scant regard for international norms in the decommissioning of weapons and no provision to date for a Disarmament, Demobilization and Reintegration Commission (DDR) the hopes of a successful outcome are slim. One major fall out of such cynicism will be a total collapse in confidence concerning government’s supposed good intentions and the structures put in place to achieve it. Sad to say but added to this will be the potential for a return to violence.

Talking of the Mitee report, this report comes in the wake of a long line of reports dating back to the Willinks report of 1958. Will this report go the way of others? It would be shame if it does. As shameful as this will be, the signs are that it will. Ledum Mitee is on record in the press calling on government to implement its report. No response has been heard from government regarding what it would do with the Mitee report. I have read the main recommendations of the report and they appear well thought out.

The report has been broken down into 2 parts. The first part being the Compact with Stakeholders on the Niger Delta, which focuses on immediate steps the government can take to rebuild trust and end the violence. To the credit of the government the commencement of the amnesty program is borne out of this recommendation. It is unclear though what the government’s view is of the Disarmament, Demobilization and Reintegration (DDR) process. DDR formed an integral part of the recommendation on amnesty and ending the violence in the region. It also forms a major part of most international efforts of ending militancy and violence of this sought. Part 2 focuses on the broad themes of governance, rule of law including an end to militancy, regional development and human development.

Now whilst it is understandable that President Jonathan became President in very trying circumstances and so soon after has been more or less forced onto the campaign trail for the 2011 elections, it would be tragic that these unique circumstances will deny the much needed momentum and political will that is necessary to bring lasting peace, goodwill, human and infrastructural development to the Niger Delta region. Adaka Boro started the first armed insurrection in 1966. We have just doused the flames of the second resort to violence. Will we be so fortunate third time round? Whilst I do not seek to sound like a doomsday prophet; the fact remains that if we do not address the underlying issues in a serious and resolute manner the little trust that has been engendered will be lost.

To quote the Mitee report “The importance of the region to the country makes the resolution to its problems a national issue with international implications, and as such, its solution ought to be addressed as a matter of national interest.” I would add ought to be addressed as a matter of urgent national interest.

CHANGING OUR STORY

CHANGING OUR STORY!

My earliest thoughts about politics and government I would link to the Civil rights movement in America, the anti apartheid struggle in South Africa and the general condition of the black man on the African continent. My early heroes naturally were the likes of Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Kwame Nkrumah, WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Amilcar Cabral and others who for me embodied the spirit of the emancipation of the black man. In other words my formative views of politics were intrinsically tied to the lot of the black man. Growing up and reading of the slave trade brought deep pain to me at the plight of millions of black people sold into slavery. Added to this was the struggle through secondary school and university to accept a history of Africa as a backward continent in every sense of the word whether in terms of its economy, technological advancement and the strength of its political and social institutions. What made this worse was living as a student in the United Kingdom from the age of 18. My worldview from this time was naturally filled with aspirations for a radical transformation of the African condition.

The second republic in Nigeria and the re-emergence of Awolowo with UPN, Zik with NPP and the old Northern order predominantly in NPN were the backdrop nearer home to my exit from secondary school in 1979 and entry as a prelim student into the University of Nigeria Nsukka. Those were heady days as I tried to get a grip on the political landscape of Nigeria. Most of what I heard was a rehash of the pre and post independence political aspirations. Many would say Awo was the best President Nigeria never had. And when I enquired as to why he never became President the reply would be he was too sectional and so despite his brilliance and development minded orientation he had little appeal it seemed beyond the Yoruba populace. Zik was eloquent but seemed not to have anything new for Nigeria in 1979. With the British gone it seemed Zik’s best days were also gone. As for Shehu Shagari I recall listening to a debate, which a maternal Uncle of mine had with him on the principle of revenue allocation based on derivation. My Uncle was timid and unimpressive whilst Shagari was dour and boring.

This was 1979 and I was 17 years old at the time and perhaps youthful naïveté was behind my lofty expectations. I had hoped to see some political actors in the mould of an Nkrumah inspiring a vision of an African renaissance with inspiring oratory but alas. Where was the Nigerian equivalent of an Abdel Nasser or Leopold Senghor? In vain it seemed, I had hoped that with the intervening years of military rule our debate would have moved on to something more panoramic; something more fundamental about the holistic development of Nigeria and by implication Africa. I had always seen Nigeria’s unique size and population both a product of British happenstance rather than cultural homogeneity as a veritable tool for turning the tide of the black man. Nigeria I had always believed was God’s redeeming tool to change our story. You can therefore imagine how disappointed I was with the tone and texture of the national debate. Even now, many years later I still find it baffling that we have not had one President whose inspirational words have moved the nation onto a new paradigm of development.

Thankfully there have been major shifts forward in the black man’s condition globally. Not only was Nelson Mandela released from prison he went on to be the first post apartheid president of South Africa and today stands as statesman per excellence on the world stage. I can still recall that day on the 11th February 1990 when he walked out of jail hand in hand with Winnie Mandela. America today has a first generation Kenyan as President. However, much of Africa is still very much in a limbo of sorts. Can these conditions likewise change? Does Nigeria have a role in this much hoped for African renaissance? It had better! Otherwise our story would continue being one of great expectations but disappointing results.

Of course by 1983 our democratic experiment came to an abrupt end. By this time I was a law student in the United Kingdom. Very soon Nigeria was in the British news with the attempt by the Buhari government to get Umaru Dikko home in a crate. I can still remember the shock and consternation in the United Kingdom at the crude, insensitive, politically naïve, and inept and ill thought audacious attempt. It seemed as a nation it was our lot to bumble our way from one problem to another totally insensitive to international norms of decency and the Rule of Law. From then on for the next 16 years we went on a democratic hiatus. I became a lawyer and went on my own hiatus in search of wealth and fame as a lawyer.

So come 1999 and as Nigeria was making its third attempt at democratic rule I was in the UK trying to find my feet after a 5year stint as a missionary. You might wonder what happened to the lawyer in search of wealth and fame, but that’s a story for another day. I would return to Nigeria in 2001 and still find myself fired by this zeal for a transformed Nigeria with a radically different persona as a leading nation on the world stage. From 2001 – to date I had hoped that by some divine sleight of hand, God would providentially place me in the political space just as He did with Daniel and Joseph. Nine years later, I think different. I realize that those sorts of divine interventions are the exception. I believe God would rather empower any man or woman who stands up to be counted.

So I have come to realize (not too late in the day I hope) that I must leave the spectator stand of commentary and get involved in the arduous task of nation building. The task is so arduous and multifaceted with opportunities everywhere such that we are spoilt for choice as to where to make a difference.

What would my focus be? People of course! Every nation’s greatest asset is its people. Some may think natural resources. But every nation that has attempted transformational development based on its abundance of natural resources has had limited success. The greatest nations on earth have thrived in spite of a lack of or limited natural resources. People are the currency for true greatness. It is in this context that it is easy to see that the 21st century Nigerian is in dire need of help. The Nigerian of the 21st century is fundamentally ill equipped to face the challenge of life, talk less of thriving and adding value to the national output. The ingenuity of God in creating man in His image and likeness makes a people centered development paradigm a given for true national transformation. Recently I read a report titled the Singapore Competitiveness Report 2009. In the introduction to this report the author of the report wrote about Singapore’s transition from an investment driven economy to an innovation driven economy. What struck me reading the report is the centrality of human capital development for this kind of transition to take place. Innovation was always and will always remain the product of human ingenuity. Therefore this transition is premised on Singapore continuing to build on its solid foundation of investment in human capital development. By the same token another report I read prepared by the Technical Committee on the Niger Delta highlights the fact that only 13% of young people in the Niger Delta make it to University. By the way Singapore’s listed natural resources are a deep-sea port and fisheries. Now juxtapose Singapore and Nigeria with vast reserves of Oil and Gas. Singapore boasts one of the highest per capita incomes in the world whilst Nigeria boasts one of the lowest. In other words for all the natural resources our people are poor and impoverished.

To put the challenge in context I will quote from the last known research effort of Claude Ake, possibly one of the brightest Social Scientists Nigeria ever had. “The assumption so readily made that there has been a failure of development is misleading. The problem is not so much that development has failed as that it was never on the agenda in the first place. By all indications, political conditions in Africa are the greatest impediment to development”. On this note I return to my central theme - the emancipation of the African and the woeful state of political discourse nearer home in Nigeria. Recently Babangida was quoted as saying he would appoint a team of experts when asked what his plans for Nigeria were. If Nigeria’s emancipation were dependent on a team of experts, how come in his 8 years of military rule from 1985 – 1993 this did not happen? What bankruptcy of vision! Can you imagine Obama’s response to the same question?

The challenge for Nigeria is about changing our story. We can script a new paradigm of development centered on the inestimable value of every Nigerian regardless of tribe, religion or social status. We must script a new development paradigm where we recognize that every Nigerian is invaluable in the development process and has quantifiable, measureable innate value that must be unlocked, refined and tapped for the common good not just of society but in fulfillment of every God ordained desire for self actualization. This is the Nigeria I yearn for, will work for and I pray see achieved before I die. So emancipation is still at the heart of the Nigerian condition. This time the colonialists are not some Caucasians from far way Europe but our kith and kin who having found that the institution of government can very well function without you and I. Of course having discovered this they are bent on ensuring we don’t have a say in what affects our common destiny. But we are determined to change our story as we leave the spectator stands and join the fray. This is our only hope for changing our story.

Niger Delta - Time To Change Focus

Niger Delta – Time To Change Focus

Recently I have been reflecting on the need for a paradigm shift regarding the development debate of the Niger Delta from one centered around resource control to one based on the more enduring platform of human capital development. Somehow the injustice (at least from the Niger Delta viewpoint) of our current derivation formula for revenue sharing and a lack of fiscal federalism have blurred our vision of the more enduring human capital development paradigm. This HCD agenda needs to be centerpiece for an aggressive transformation of the Niger Delta region to happen. There is no other way! Addressing the human condition effectively is the best transformative tool for the human condition. It has been proven time and again in different parts of the world. Naturally the resource control debate coupled with grinding poverty, environmental degradation and poor infrastructure have taken centre stage for very good reason. Much of the debate has centered around the historic and continuing injustice of low revenue allocation based on the principle of derivation. These conditions singularly contributed to the emergence and continuing threat of militancy.

Thankfully the recent amnesty programme has dramatically reduced all this. But for how long no one can tell. However 2 factors present a unique opportunity to change the story of the Niger Delta. The first is the welcome lull in militant activity and the second is the prospect of an elected President Jonathan in 2011. The twin challenge of depending on 95% of government revenues from an impoverished region and the clamor of the region for a greater share in revenues and now a greater say in governance require a paradigm shift in the development debate of the Niger Delta.

The main hurdle to cross in shifting our thinking is that it gets in the way of the game of politics! For the average politician the niceties of a development agenda don’t win elections. What wins elections is the ability to identify mutual interests, a keen pursuit of power and the flexibility and pragmatism required when the chips are down. The fear is that while you are busy pontificating about the need for development others who understand the game of politics are busy positioning themselves to rule. The late Claude Ake in his final work titled “Development and Democracy in Africa bluntly says that development was never part of the political agenda of the African political elite. Now that is a very provocative position to take! Ake posits that the political elites were simply after the privileges enjoyed by the departing colonial authorities! In the thinking of the emergent African political elite, education and westernization had given them access to the power once exclusively enjoyed by the colonialists. The question of the needs and aspirations of the “natives” was quite another matter.

During this reflection I was very happy when I stumbled on a report titled the Singapore Competitiveness Report. One aspect of the report that struck a cord was the plan for Singapore to make a transition from being an investor friendly economy to an innovation friendly economy and that the current status of the economy and the transition they sought to make were both fundamentally hinged on Singapore’s highly skilled workforce.

I have been an on and off student of Singapore’s development trajectory over the years. This for many reasons, Singapore is a small country. It is an ex British colony with little if any resources. The first time Singapore caught my attention was as a student at the Inns of Court School of Law, London which being the premier training centre for intending British trained Barristers had people from all over the Commonwealth including a fair sprinkling of bright forward looking students from Singapore of Chinese and Indian extraction. In the same period I had also read an interview in the Times of London with a Singaporean Minister who when asked how Singapore intended to remain ahead of emergent China succinctly said “by staying ahead of the learning curve”. Those words never left me. I had also avidly ploughed my way through Lee Kuan Yew’s voluminous account of his stewardship of Singapore’s development titled “From Third To First World In 35 years”. This book is a must read for everyone with a passion for national transformation. Naturally therefore stumbling on the Singapore Competitiveness Report tellingly undertaken by the Lee Kuan Yew School of Public Policy of the Asia Competitiveness Institute said it all.

Singapore is perhaps fortunate you might say to have limited if any natural resources. When I did a Google search on Singapore’s natural resources I discovered them to be fisheries and a deep-sea port. As an Ijaw man this resonated with me. I wondered what life would have been like without Oil and Gas. But perhaps what resonated the most was the fact that Singapore’s success story and its decision to make yet another leap into the future were hinged on its highly skilled workforce.

Poring through another report, this time the Mitee report on the Niger Delta brought into focus the unresolved issue of the desperate need for a shift in paradigm about the future of the Niger Delta. Talking of this report it is easy to forget that a committee was set up with great fanfare in 2008 under the Yar’ Adua government. The committee has since presented a report and nothing much has been heard from government about the report or what they intend doing with the report. But perhaps I forget we are now in the business of electioneering with 2011 very much in view.

Nevertheless some statistics from the report need recalling. Of a total population of 31m in the Niger Delta region, 62% of this population is made up of youths. However out of this potentially great reservoir of human capital only 43.3% make it through primary school. At secondary school level only 43.2% make it through secondary school. In other words only 43.2% of the 43.3% who attended primary school make it through secondary school. The net effect is that of the entire youth population only an abysmal 13.5% make it to University. In terms of literacy only 25.8% are literate in the region. In terms of employment only 1 in 7 of these youths is gainfully employed.

In the same period estimated oil revenues lost to bunkering activities was put at US$1.9b in 2006 and rose by over 800% to US$18.8b in 2007. For the period 1999 – 2007 pipeline vandalization rose dramatically from 497 incidents in 1999 to 3,224 incidents in 2007. Small wonder therefore that militancy provided a very compelling alternative for many.

Though most militants have embraced the Federal Government Amnesty Programme, the enormity of the economic and social challenges of the Niger Delta region present a difficult road ahead that cannot be solely addressed by an amnesty programme and its attendant re-integration efforts. There is an urgent need for a paradigm shift in addressing the tragic economic conditions of the Niger Delta. The glaring reality is that with 15,000 militants signing up according to government figures and 7,000 – 10,000 signing up according to organizations on ground, whichever figure we accept still represents a very small % of Niger Delta youth.

Therefore for every militant embracing the amnesty programme, many times that number are waiting in the wings to embark on the same road if the underlying root causes of the poverty and deprivation of the Niger Delta are not addressed. Added to this is the fact that for the average youth no other viable employment or entrepreneurship options exist.

The concept of human capital as a critical component of economic development is not new. It is traceable to Adam Smith’s classification of capital into 4 categories, machinery, land, buildings and labor in the context of its division into different segments of labor. However the term human capital has more recent origins through the writing and scholarship of Mincer and Becker of the Chicago School of Economics in the 1960s. Jacob Mincer first wrote of human capital in his scholarly work “Investment in Human Capital and Personal Income Distribution”. Gary Becker further brought the concept into major focus through his 1964 book “Human Capital”. From the writings of Gary Becker who incidentally was the 1992 recipient of the Nobel Prize for Economics it can be said to be the stock of education, skills, health, training and I might add experience that are embodied in a person which is then defined as capital.

Flowing from this it is a well-established fact that economic empowerment is closely tied to the quantum of a person’s human capital i.e. the stock of a person’s education, health, skills and experience. Therefore the higher a person’s education the knock on effect invariably is one that results in a higher quantum of skills. And of course the higher the skill set the greater the chances to get highly prized experience in the workplace or the pursuit of entrepreneurial endeavors. This is the glaring reality of modern societies today.

A number of options are naturally open to us in the Niger Delta going forward. We can continue fighting for a greater share in revenue and leave it at that as we have largely done. That would be tragic because it entrenches a “victim” and “entitlement” mentality which itself cannot address the poverty and marginalization we face. We can also make a few feeble attempts through State governments, the Ministry of the Niger Delta and the Niger Delta Development Commission at addressing our huge human capital deficit, this is itself would be equally tragic because our problems require an urgent, holistic and transformative approach. My hope is that we would use this great window of opportunity for a long lasting paradigm shift in our development focus.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

A TRIBUTE TO CITIZEN POWER

A Tribute To Citizen Power!

In view of yesterday’s unanimous decision by the National Assembly declaring Goodluck Jonathan as Acting President, this piece comes as a salute to the courage of the many Nigerians who took to the streets in Abuja and Lagos under the aegis of the Save Nigeria Group. I am proud to say I was one of them. On the 12th January I arrived Abuja aboard the first Aero flight. I didn’t know what to expect, as I made my way to the Transcorp Hilton, Hotel, to join Pastor Tunde Bakare and a few others before starting off on a march asking the National Assembly to do the right thing constitutionally. On the flight I met a very good friend who counselled extreme caution understandably in view of the reputation of the Nigerian police for violently quelling anti-government protests. In all honesty, I didn’t need much counsel, I personally know women who had been tear gassed for demonstrating in favour of Aviation safety after the Sosoliso plane crash of December 2005 that killed a generation of young children returning from the Loyola College in Abuja. If for that they could be tear gassed, what about confronting the cabal at the heart of the first civilian heist of political power? I was clearly apprehensive, not knowing what the mood of the police would be. My apprehension was not helped by the heavy police presence I noticed on the route into Abuja from the airport. But here I was and there was no going back. I thought if Tunde Bakare was here, then I could do no less.

The march turned out to be one of the most peaceful expressions of true democracy in action. As we made our way from the Unity Fountain, by Trancorp Hilton Hotel to the National Assembly we even passed a truckload of mobile policemen who hailed us as they drove. Never a better omen I saw! Looking back from the front of the march I could see the large crowd snaking all the way down the long boulevard. It looked to me as though we had in the region of 4,000 people made up of professionals, students, workers etc. Certainly a varied group of responsible Nigerians all seeking to be heard as they showed genuine and legitimate concern concerning the drift in national affairs due to the uncertainty of the ailing President’s true condition and the reluctance of the National Assembly and the Federal Executive Council to do the right thing. So we marched and soon made our arrival at the National Assembly.

Two notable events struck me at the National Assembly. The first was the note sent to the leaders of our march by the Senate leadership (who had earlier promised to address the President’s absence in their session that day) but who now said that due to a subsisting court action seeking to compel transfer of power to the Vice President it would be sub judice for them to do anything. This seemed to me like cowardice. The second thing that struck me was when the Speaker of the House of Representatives sought to address the crowd he was refused by a resounding and deafening shout of NO! These two events were seminal in their eloquent testimony first of the disconnect between the Nigerian political elite and the yearnings of the average Nigerian and second that the average Nigerian was beginning to see beyond the veneer of office and recognise that power truly rests in their hands.

In the words of Wole Soyinka “we finally woke up from our deep harmattan sleep" and the world noticed. Even the cabal noticed because there was the now famous telephone interview on BBC which became the "letter" the Senate was looking for in order to act. All things truly work together for good. It was as though something in us finally gave way. For many of us it was the sudden realisation that we could take our destiny in our own hands and steer ourselves in the direction of a more responsible future. Tunde Bakare put it succinctly when he said, “as long as the best of us stay on the sidelines, the worst of us take centre stage and the rest of us suffer.”

This I believe is the beginning of an irreversible process. A process in which we now choose to be part of the system of governance. We must not rest on our oars as we have in the past only to see the process hijacked by those who have practised and in many cases perfected the art of power manipulation. There is a potent power we are discovering. It is our willingness to show that we count. A presidential system of government recognises 3 tiers of government – the Executive, the Legislature and the Judiciary. This pre-supposes that the system is fundamentally upheld by the will of the majority of the populace. That would be a naïve assumption to make in a nascent democracy like ours at this time. What I believe we are seeing is the final awakening of citizen power! True democracy is slowly but surely coming alive.

Kemela Okara

Victoria Garden City, Lagos

Wednesday, 10th February 2010.

Broken People Broken Communities

Broken People Broken Communities.

Yesterday for that is how recent it was (but for those who need to know when exactly yesterday was, it was Sunday 7th February 2010) I was part of a team on a rescue mission into one of the most desperate slum dwellings in Lagos. An area known as Ijora. For those not familiar with Lagos, Ijora is an area stuck somewhere between Surulere and Apapa. At some point it must have been designated as an industrial hub because it has many warehouses, industries and even a container terminal. Today though all of these features of Ijora remind you of the aftermath of war, or some kind of degradation that not only wounds the body but wounds the soul too. The inhabitants seemed like a forgotten people caught in the middle of a major crisscrossing point in the city of Lagos but yet somehow forgotten in the midst of the dilapidation of both the environment and the people. To your left and right were abandoned buildings, which at some point must have been offices; industries etc, but now were derelict, dusty and unimaginably filthy. Beyond this façade of decrepitude on the side of a rail line which miraculously still worked, for as I wondered whether in the midst of this painful eyesore a train would grind along the rail line, indeed one did come lumbering along at such snail’s pace you could have clambered aboard if you so wished. After the passing of this miracle train, we could see on either side of the rail line rows of buildings made out of wood and in some instances cement. A cursory look at these buildings wouldn’t give you a clue as to their real purpose. Some even had names like in “In God We Trust Bar.” As we weaved our way along the improvised walkway separating the shanty dwellings from the rail line we even came across one of our past rehabilitees making his way on a motor bike. Anyway we soon decided to venture into one of these bars. To the untrained eye what you would imagine you were entering was a drinking bar. Perhaps, not your ideal location to cool of with a drink, but a bar nonetheless! However, what struck me first was the number of young men and women drinking beer, smoking and swaying rhythmically to loud music at 10am on a Sunday morning. It wasn’t so much that it was a Sunday morning but that some people started that early in the day to drink! Forgive my incredulity!

At the back of this bar we noticed long rows of what in Nigerian parlance is called “face me I face you.” Each room was no larger than a small cubicle large enough for a small narrow bed and a few household items on the side of the bed with a TV hanging above the bed. Interestingly every room had a TV! I found this rather strange in this extremely poor environment. It was soon very clear to us that we were in a brothel. As if that wasn’t bad enough I soon noticed that beneath the wood flooring was swampy land overflowing with all manner of waste. Human waste, plastic bags, plastic bottles and putrefying filth in all its ugliness. What was worse was the nauseating smell that constantly oozed from beneath the wooden floorboards. One could only imagine the condition of life in this hellhole in the rainy season when in all likelihood the ubiquitous floods that befall most Lagos neighbourhoods would arrive in June/July. I was amazed at the fact that this entire den of iniquitous living was built above a swamp not a hard soil anywhere in sight. The metaphor wasn’t lost on me. By the side of the doors to each cubicle, the prostitutes cooked their meals on little kerosene stoves, walking up and down in scanty clothing looking dishevelled and wasted from the barrage of abuse they had subjected themselves to ranging from the sex with an unending stream of men, to drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. These were broken people in every sense of the word. At the back of the row of rooms were a group of men sitting around drinking and smoking marijuana. And so we got to work, breaking up to speak to many as would listen about the love of Christ and our preparedness to help them with financial resources and even a half house as a means of escape from the hellhole. In all we visited 3 of such hellholes and 2 drug dens. As we moved from place to place I was struck by the number of children playing innocently in the vicinity probably offspring of many of the prostitutes with no knowledge of their Fathers. You could also see the older girls going through puberty but having that hardened knowing look that dares you because they too have had numerous sexual encounters with older exploitative men. Looking at them you could se the loss of childhood, not for them a childhood of innocence, adventure and discovery but sexual slavery at such a vulnerable age. Woven around the sex and drugs was a structured business of drug dealing, alcohol sales and cable television. This was a thriving trade in iniquity, human misery and poverty. Those in control could easily be spotted by their sense of aloofness and relative wellbeing in this decrepit environment. There’s was a cold hard mien of the realities of “business is business.”

After a while we left with some of those who wanted to leave with us back to our base at the National Stadium with the hope of possibly a new beginning. I had to write down my experience in that hellhole as soon as I could before I lost the detailed recollection of what I encountered. Even so I fear that writing over 24 hours later some of the detail of the rawness of what I encountered may have been lost. Nevertheless, yesterday was a first hand experience of a hidden world of poverty, prostitution, child prostitution, drug abuse and crime within the city of Lagos. An experience I had to recount because doing otherwise would be acquiescing no matter how passively to the malaise of the Nigerian middle class, much hand wringing but nothing else besides. These broken people and their broken communities may never make the news headline because problems like this are not the stuff of news headlines, worse still when our common fixation at the moment is with the slow death of our offshore President’s superintendence over the affairs of our dear nation.

In the midst of the hopelessness we encountered, at times I was almost overcome with a sense of powerlessness to bring any meaningful change to the lives of the people we encountered. The problems seemed so overwhelming that you wondered whether anything you did was really worth it. I recall the words of a colleague as we walked along saying “now I understand when it is reported that the poor in Nigeria live on less than a $1 a day”. As I ruminated on what lasting change I could bring I realised it was almost time for my town hall meeting of residents of Victoria Garden City aptly tagged “Paradise by the Lagoon.” That town hall meeting will form the basis of another notable recollection from yesterday.

Monday, February 8th 2010.

Victoria Garden City, Lagos

Broken People Broken Communities

Broken People Broken Communities.

Yesterday for that is how recent it was (but for those who need to know when exactly yesterday was, it was Sunday 7th February 2010) I was part of a team on a rescue mission into one of the most desperate slum dwellings in Lagos. An area known as Ijora. For those not familiar with Lagos, Ijora is an area stuck somewhere between Surulere and Apapa. At some point it must have been designated as an industrial hub because it has many warehouses, industries and even a container terminal. Today though all of these features of Ijora remind you of the aftermath of war, or some kind of degradation that not only wounds the body but wounds the soul too. The inhabitants seemed like a forgotten people caught in the middle of a major crisscrossing point in the city of Lagos but yet somehow forgotten in the midst of the dilapidation of both the environment and the people. To your left and right were abandoned buildings, which at some point must have been offices; industries etc, but now were derelict, dusty and unimaginably filthy. Beyond this façade of decrepitude on the side of a rail line which miraculously still worked, for as I wondered whether in the midst of this painful eyesore a train would grind along the rail line, indeed one did come lumbering along at such snail’s pace you could have clambered aboard if you so wished. After the passing of this miracle train, we could see on either side of the rail line rows of buildings made out of wood and in some instances cement. A cursory look at these buildings wouldn’t give you a clue as to their real purpose. Some even had names like in “In God We Trust Bar.” As we weaved our way along the improvised walkway separating the shanty dwellings from the rail line we even came across one of our past rehabilitees making his way on a motor bike. Anyway we soon decided to venture into one of these bars. To the untrained eye what you would imagine you were entering was a drinking bar. Perhaps, not your ideal location to cool of with a drink, but a bar nonetheless! However, what struck me first was the number of young men and women drinking beer, smoking and swaying rhythmically to loud music at 10am on a Sunday morning. It wasn’t so much that it was a Sunday morning but that some people started that early in the day to drink! Forgive my incredulity!

At the back of this bar we noticed long rows of what in Nigerian parlance is called “face me I face you.” Each room was no larger than a small cubicle large enough for a small narrow bed and a few household items on the side of the bed with a TV hanging above the bed. Interestingly every room had a TV! I found this rather strange in this extremely poor environment. It was soon very clear to us that we were in a brothel. As if that wasn’t bad enough I soon noticed that beneath the wood flooring was swampy land overflowing with all manner of waste. Human waste, plastic bags, plastic bottles and putrefying filth in all its ugliness. What was worse was the nauseating smell that constantly oozed from beneath the wooden floorboards. One could only imagine the condition of life in this hellhole in the rainy season when in all likelihood the ubiquitous floods that befall most Lagos neighbourhoods would arrive in June/July. I was amazed at the fact that this entire den of iniquitous living was built above a swamp not a hard soil anywhere in sight. The metaphor wasn’t lost on me. By the side of the doors to each cubicle, the prostitutes cooked their meals on little kerosene stoves, walking up and down in scanty clothing looking dishevelled and wasted from the barrage of abuse they had subjected themselves to ranging from the sex with an unending stream of men, to drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. These were broken people in every sense of the word. At the back of the row of rooms were a group of men sitting around drinking and smoking marijuana. And so we got to work, breaking up to speak to many as would listen about the love of Christ and our preparedness to help them with financial resources and even a half house as a means of escape from the hellhole. In all we visited 3 of such hellholes and 2 drug dens. As we moved from place to place I was struck by the number of children playing innocently in the vicinity probably offspring of many of the prostitutes with no knowledge of their Fathers. You could also see the older girls going through puberty but having that hardened knowing look that dares you because they too have had numerous sexual encounters with older exploitative men. Looking at them you could se the loss of childhood, not for them a childhood of innocence, adventure and discovery but sexual slavery at such a vulnerable age. Woven around the sex and drugs was a structured business of drug dealing, alcohol sales and cable television. This was a thriving trade in iniquity, human misery and poverty. Those in control could easily be spotted by their sense of aloofness and relative wellbeing in this decrepit environment. There’s was a cold hard mien of the realities of “business is business.”

After a while we left with some of those who wanted to leave with us back to our base at the National Stadium with the hope of possibly a new beginning. I had to write down my experience in that hellhole as soon as I could before I lost the detailed recollection of what I encountered. Even so I fear that writing over 24 hours later some of the detail of the rawness of what I encountered may have been lost. Nevertheless, yesterday was a first hand experience of a hidden world of poverty, prostitution, child prostitution, drug abuse and crime within the city of Lagos. An experience I had to recount because doing otherwise would be acquiescing no matter how passively to the malaise of the Nigerian middle class, much hand wringing but nothing else besides. These broken people and their broken communities may never make the news headline because problems like this are not the stuff of news headlines, worse still when our common fixation at the moment is with the slow death of our offshore President’s superintendence over the affairs of our dear nation.

In the midst of the hopelessness we encountered, at times I was almost overcome with a sense of powerlessness to bring any meaningful change to the lives of the people we encountered. The problems seemed so overwhelming that you wondered whether anything you did was really worth it. I recall the words of a colleague as we walked along saying “now I understand when it is reported that the poor in Nigeria live on less than a $1 a day”. As I ruminated on what lasting change I could bring I realised it was almost time for my town hall meeting of residents of Victoria Garden City aptly tagged “Paradise by the Lagoon.” That town hall meeting will form the basis of another notable recollection from yesterday.

Monday, February 8th 2010.

Victoria Garden City, Lagos

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Beauty and Spirituality


Beauty and Spirituality

The expression of beauty, aesthetics, design, culture, attitude and anything that carries with it the pleasuring of the senses especially the eyes must also bring into view the need to contextualize spirituality. As spiritual men we are commanded to avoid the lust of the eyes, the lust of the flesh and the pride of life. Does this mean we cannot appreciate, conceptualize, materialize or understand the aesthetics of life? Can I be a connoisseur and yet remain spiritual and be known as ardent disciple of Jesus Christ? I ask these questions because I find I am a connoisseur of beauty. Must I make a choice though? Is an attempt at balancing some innate gift for ascribing some qualitative value to objects and sceneries and life and living a simple exercise in carrying unnecessary baggage through the narrow gate of spirituality? Can my appreciation of beauty in clothes, beauty in architecture, beauty in furniture, beauty in art, beauty in people, beauty in accessories etc just be a carnal fancy with no spiritual benefit for the life now or hereafter? Simply put am I just indulging myself? I am unashamedly a connoisseur of all things beautiful. In other words, if there be any beauty I could be very well found looking or you might say thinking on those things. And, you know what? The list is endless. And believe it or not it even includes beauty in watches, beauty in pens, beauty in hotels, and of course beauty in prose and dare I hope – beauty in good governance. Oh how wonderful that would be! The beauty of an ordered society where the respect for the dignity of our fellow man and of creating context for normal aspiration is simply put – beautiful. What about beauty in vision and beauty in dreams? If there were one club I would love to promote it would be called the “Club For The Art of Beautiful Living.” Long name I guess, but what else could I call it that would capture its ethos? It would seek to create a benchmark not just of excellence but also of beautiful excellence. But herein is a dilemma for as we are wont to say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Does that therefore put paid to this seeming flight of fancy? Certainly not! Rather it throws up the real issue. We need to ask the question what is beauty and what is spirituality? Perchance answers to these questions will provide a glimpse to our worldview and not just our worldview but how our views of life shape our choices, values and attitude to the material, inanimate and metaphysical aspects of life. Now let me disappoint you by refusing to define either. Of what use would it be to seek to foist my views of what constitutes spirituality and beauty upon you? Little at best! Why? Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder! When Jesus met a woman by the well of Samaria, it was in the conversation and insight He had into her circumstances that led to her to exclaim “come see a man who told me all things, could this not be the Messiah?” Her exclamation and question in one breath where the result of Jesus addressing her peculiar circumstance. So she found a spiritual dimension to life that singularly addressed her. Spirituality from her worldview was finding the Messiah, in other words finding her Saviour.

Now if this woman’s story provides one person’s account of discovering the spiritual dimension of life and perhaps a definition of sorts to maybe a few, what about beauty? History tells us that the great Italian renaissance artist Michelangelo spent 4 years painting the story of creation on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in Rome. Michelangelo was so prodigious and prolific in various art forms ranging from sculpture, to painting and in the sciences too as an Architect and Engineer and believe it or not he was also a man of Letters famous for being a poet. Today that man’s quest to express beauty has enthralled many. Lovers like me I may daresay of all things beautiful. He is famously reported to have said, “If there is some good in me, it is because I was born in the subtle atmosphere of your country of Arezzo. Along with the milk of my nurse I received the knack of handling chisel and hammer, with which I make my figures.” Perhaps for Michelangelo it wasn’t just an expression of beauty but of an expression of the necessary fusion of beauty and spirituality.

So to my mind the central issue it appears is the prism through which views are shaped. Michelangelo’s view kept him at the ceiling of the ceiling of the Sistine chapel’s as he sought to express the story of creation from the Book of Genesis. Jesus’ shaped the beauty of the woman’s heart for the end she found that worship of God was in spirit and truth. Mine seeks to add to what she found the beauty in men find worth and self esteem in my country and pursuing destiny regardless of creed, race or tribe. What beauty are you beholding, or better still what beauty are you shaping?

Kemela Okara

Akodo, Lekki

30th Jan 2010

Servant Leadership for the 21st Century


I find this to be one of the most difficult things to write about because I don’t want to create the impression that I have learnt all there is to learn about this subject. I am still learning, the truth is I am like the man on the edge of an ocean of much learning to discover. However some useful experiences are worth sharing for co-travelers who seek to walk in the footsteps of Jesus.

I have often wondered why humility is a subject of immense importance to God. One reason I think it is important is because it is completely antithetical to the pride of life. If you think about it the pride of life is one significant reason why many may never become true disciples of Jesus. Plainly put, the pride of life is pride. Pride led to the fall of Lucifer and pride still goes before a fall. History is replete with tragic examples of the folly of pride. In the church today one of the commonest examples of pride is a grasping for position and prominence. Another example is abrasiveness and a lack of compassion for those who fall short of “our” standards. Yet another example of pride is an inability to celebrate the grace of God in the life of our brothers and sisters. Yet still pride shows up when we want to out do others in our mastery of oratory and knowledge. It may surprise you to know that pride can show up also in a denigration of someone else’s gift because it makes you feel insecure.

One of the big tests of humility is whether we can find peace and harmony with God during times of apparent insignificance. Can you stand being alone and unrecognized? Does your sense of esteem require constant affirmation? Is ministry competition with others? Do you feel you must do what is necessary to gain human affirmation or approval? Can you applaud your brother or sister even when it perpetuates your sense of insignificance or worse still irrelevance? Do you compare your church to other churches in terms of size, offering, congregation, programs etc? If you are confronting these issues then be encouraged because you have illustrious company. Jesus confronted much more in that being equal with God, He did not consider it robbery to be constrained by becoming a man. Now if this didn’t require humility on His part I wonder what else could have required it!

Peter exhorts all believers to humble themselves under the mighty hand of God because in due season, God always exalts those who have humbled themselves. Whilst for the proud what they face is God’s resistance! I have resolved therefore to see whether in my times of crisis, challenges, seeming insignificance, irrelevance or whatever else, God’s humbling hand is not at work. Once I discover that it is perchance God’s hand, I relax under the weight of His process of humbling me because in due season He would elevate me for all to see the glory of God in me. Paul put it succinctly when he said “my light afflictions which are for a moment, work in me an exceeding weight of His glory.”

When we fret, worry, struggle for recognition and approval what we are doing is following the path of Lucifer and doubtless God will resist us. The danger is we may have the approval of men but nevertheless be resisted by God. Jesus is the best example of humility. He was subject o His parents. He worked as a carpenter and most of all when it came to the time when He was to be arrested, those who came to arrest Him could not distinguish Him from the disciples who were with Him. Can you imagine that the Captain of our salvation was indistinguishable from His disciples?

Our challenge today is that our Pentecostal brand of Christianity exalts the office of the “Set Man” such that the friendship, fellowship and brotherhood that comes from having many operating as a team is difficult to find. Worse is that very few if any Pentecostal leaders have peers within their local assemblies who can speak frankly and openly without fanning the flames of insecurity or seeming insurrection. We need to re-discover humility and the truth that the best of all men are still men and not God.

Kemela Okara

November 2009

Friday, January 29, 2010

I CRIED


Watching Obama make his victory speech that memorable day in November 2008 will forever remain etched in my mind. For one I can’t remember the last time someone’s speech made me cry. Compared to the familiar drone of politicians nearer home I am reminded vividly of the stirring and transformative power of words. So far it’s all words, but somehow buried in his words were the passion and the dawn of an era like never before. So the tears flowed, whether as a result of the words, the enormity of the occasion or the sheer joy of a man like one of us in words, values, color or age is difficult to say.

Perhaps I cried because I was witnessing the result of a daring, seemingly unachievable dream become reality. Perhaps I cried for the many times we fail to dream because of the deemed unassailable circumstance of our immediate milieu. Perhaps I cried for myself; for missed opportunities. Perhaps I cried because this strange man-child with the wiry frame of a nascent adult but the tough inner core of a man of destiny seemed to have surmounted not only the apparently murky politics of Chicago, but had gone on to emerge as the democratic frontrunner and now president of America.

Now I have cried; I trust that the tears have been cleansing, redemptive and re-invigorating. Perhaps I will dare to dream again because of those words – “Yes we can” ringing in my ears. Better still I may now seek to redeem the time remaining for who knows … And perhaps as is evident passion and conviction can instill in the most wiry frame the heart and frame of might to overcome all odds.

Also I must now find words that resonate within my milieu. Through the ages, words have been the platform, the conveyor of the hopes, aspirations, dreams, fears and insecurity of mankind. Words have driven many to the pits of despair and others to the heights of exhilaration. Words have led men to die for causes they knew little of and others unto the precipice of an unknown future. Perhaps in the midst of my colorless drone of reluctant leaders, avaricious predators I may find the words that can stir and transform my generation. Perhaps I will find words that reach into an inner core of being beyond the receptacle reserved for familiar platitudes. Perhaps, if I can’t articulate the words I may find someone who can, who will.

I want to cry again, but this time because in my backyard that once in a lifetime historic socio-political event is taking place. I want to cry witnessing truly passionate, transformation desiring, seeking leadership stir my heart with words. Perhaps words of hope, words of change, words of compassion and words evoking true leadership. Perhaps I should stop desiring and start acting. Prior to Obama, the last time I cried was 14 years ago watching Nelson Mandela walk out of prison hand in hand with Winnie. Before that it was watching the “I have a dream” speech by Martin Luther King many years after his death.

One thing I have resolved: I must dream. I heard a lady recently say and I am paraphrasing – the mind was not meant to be filled with facts that can be recorded but rather it ought to be given the space for imagination, dreams and perhaps words for crafting a future that must be seen and embraced. Trained as a lawyer, this goes against the grain but in my desire to dream and perhaps find the words that would resonate with my time and my context I cannot but agree that I must free up space in my mind to dream.

There are many dreams that I want running in my head. Question is which dream do I start with? Is it the dream that in my lifetime, the story of epileptic power supply will be the stuff of socio-economic and political commentary of a bygone era in Nigeria? Or is it the dream that young able bodied men would not have to undergo impromptu maniacal sprints alongside cars and the ubiquitous “okada” in heavy traffic literarily risking life and limb all in the name of making a precarious living. Young men whose human capital worth in the prime of their lives is pitiable; especially in a world whose shift to the power of knowledge for success is now firmly established. Or perhaps I ought to dream about something on a lower scale of achievability, perhaps of a ban of mothers and children traveling as passengers on okadas weaving through heavy Lagos traffic with the ever present risk of being maimed for life. Perhaps of all the dreams in my head I should dream of a time when every child irrespective of economic status would have access to qualitative education.

Whilst I choose among my many dreams, which to start with, I would like to imagine that the same selective process has started in your mind too. Perhaps the collection of our dreams and our (at least my desire) desire to cry would lead to something more. Perhaps like Obama we will find our own words to convey our dreams with sufficient force that culminates in the cry that overwhelms us when we are living witnesses to our own epochal events.

Kemela Okara

Victoria Garden City

Lagos

1st February 2009