Nigeria at 50. Through the lens of a lawyer!
One day we will all stand before God and explain how we "spent" our life. What we bought with the time God gave us and what we sold. That long term vision always has me ticking "while it is called 'Today', I typically try to make hay" knowing that a time comes when we all shall sleep.
I have always wondered if life starts in a hearse because we evidently understand things in reverse. Someone says, "hindsight has 20/20 vision" and some film makers prefer to shoot the final scene first. What is your destination? Do you determine it? Or does someone else? Or is it a combination of your effort and the environment?
What is your favourite part? I would rather not reveal too much since you can read her thoughts yourself. Happy reading and God bless. As always comments are welcome.
I have always wondered if life starts in a hearse because we evidently understand things in reverse. Someone says, "hindsight has 20/20 vision" and some film makers prefer to shoot the final scene first. What is your destination? Do you determine it? Or does someone else? Or is it a combination of your effort and the environment?
Our guest writer today was born in 1963, the same day Nigeria became a republic. As she celebrates half a century this year she goes down memory lane linking her life to that of her country. In her beautiful write up my favourite part - mostly because it defines my own experience - is where she notes that, "You were judged by your character, your
intellect, your thoughts, your ideas, your scholarship, your industry, your
ability to reason things out, not by the size of your bank account or your
social standing or other mundane or inconsequential factors. And certainly, you
were shunned by right thinking members of society if you had or you displayed
ill-gotten wealth.
It also sums the Nigeria I grew up in. A nation
where character, education and intellect were valued and great premium placed
on them. And where the spirit of excellence was the norm not the exception.
Cast a look back at the stellar array of academics, civil servants, public
servants, politicians, policy makers, diplomats, federal and state
Commissioners, legislators, judges, regional leaders, governors, heads of
government et al of that time.
This is not to say there was no corruption then -
corruption has been around since the dawn of time - it was just that it was not
the norm".
What is your favourite part? I would rather not reveal too much since you can read her thoughts yourself. Happy reading and God bless. As always comments are welcome.
Ruminations of a Republican Baby
The Wig & Skirt, By Funke Aboyade, Email: Olufunke.aboyade@thisdaylive.com
The Republic was born in 1963. And so was I. That makes me, I suppose, a
Republican Baby. It also makes me feel a certain affinity with the
Federal Republic of Nigeria, much like a loved sibling.
And what a ride it’s been, these last 50 years.
And so, today I ruminate over the trajectory of my life and the signposts of that of the Federal Republic of Nigeria.
Readers familiar with my column over the years would have gleaned from
it snippets of my early years. For the most part I grew up in pretty
much an idyllic environment, the University of Ibadan. There, I spent my
time playing Cowboys and Indians (the cowboys - I was always a cowboy -
always won), climbing trees, swinging from branch to branch like
Tarzan, generally running around the garden or riding my bicycle with
friends around the whole campus. Those were tumultuous times for the
country, but somehow we children were in the main, shielded - for which
I’m immeasurably grateful, for with time I realised it was, sadly, not
the same for other children, particularly in the East during the days of
the civil war.
As for school, it appeared I never wanted an education. My earliest
memories date back as a two year old, running away from play group and
heading back home all on my own - and I know some readers who never fail
to recall, any time they see me, my father’s teasing chant, ‘Isansa ma
tun de a le ko lo ko le lo!’ I would cry when he sang that song, but
evidently it wasn’t enough to deter me; I would simply just run away
again the following day, and the next and the next…
I began Kindergarten just as the First Republic was unceremoniously
brought to an end. When I eventually got into primary school, I seem to
remember fibbing (alright, lying) a lot to my mother about doing my
homework because I’d simply played the whole afternoon away. I never got
any lie past her though, she seemed to have eyes everywhere! ‘Bring
your homework’ she would say. And my lie would collapse like a pack of
cards. Again, it didn’t deter me. Playing was simply so much more fun
than doing some tedious homework.
Yes, growing up was idyllic. But it was also laced with lots of
discipline. My father’s cane seemed in constant and generous use – with
me being a consistent beneficiary.
Through it all, the spirit of excellence was drilled into us and
ingrained in us, no exceptions were made. I remember coming I think 14th
position in Class 4 – this, after a year in Elementary School in the
United States where the curriculum, and school year, was obviously quite
different from back home. We’d arrived Nigeria just a few weeks before
the mid-year school examinations began, yet we’d had to write the exams.
So I thought I’d done pretty well coming 14th out of I think perhaps 25
children in the class. I’d arrived home rather pleased with myself,
well rested on my oars and proudly presented my report card. My father
though had a very different perspective. Did the other children who had
done better have two heads? No? And he got that message through with his
good old cane - no one ever accused him of sparing the rod and spoiling
the child!
The post-war years witnessed significant infrastructural development in
the country. There was hope and a can-do spirit in the air. I finished
Primary and Secondary School and gained admission into university in a
period our University education – and our country - commanded respect
around the world. It was a great time to be a Nigerian.
By 1979 when the Second Republic was born ending 13 years of military
rule, I was a second year law student at the University of Ife.
In 1983, five months before the Second Republic was booted out, I was
called to the Nigerian bar. By then the country had begun a gradual
slide and decline into underachievement.
The military government of General Buhari which ended the Second
Republic was big on discipline having indentified the lack of it as the
bane of our problems, and succeeded in great measure, in spite of its
short tenure, in ensuring that a largely undisciplined citizenry imbibed
disciplined ways. Corruption, the main reason for the coup, had also by
that time begun to make significant inroads into governance.
By the time the gap toothed and charming (or so the people thought) IBB
sent the Buhari government packing in 1985 I had obtained my Masters
Degree and returned home. I had rather fancied going to the United
States for the Degree. Harvard was on my mind. My father was having none
of it. Having been offered admission at Cambridge (incidentally his
Alma Mata) he was determined I would go there. I refused. Faced with the
threat of being disowned, I buckled. He did assure though that I would
come back and thank him. I thought not. Feeling very sorry for myself, I
went off to Cambridge in floods of tears. He was right. I did come back
to thank him, right after I received my LL.M. It had been one of the
best years of my life. For Nigeria though, the times were uncertain.
Well, thank God that in spite of my best efforts to grow up into a
Cowboy or Tarzan I did manage to get a decent education and even love
school into the bargain!
So that pretty much sums up my early growing up years, my values and my
essence. Great premium was put on education, on hard work, on
excelling.
No one spoke or thought about amassing great wealth or acquiring this
or that next asset, whether by corrupt means or not. You were judged by
your character, your intellect, your thoughts, your ideas, your
scholarship, your industry, your ability to reason things out, not by
the size of your bank account or your social standing or other mundane
or inconsequential factors. And certainly, you were shunned by right
thinking members of society if you had or you displayed ill-gotten
wealth.
It also sums the Nigeria I grew up in. A nation where character,
education and intellect were valued and great premium placed on them.
And where the spirit of excellence was the norm not the exception. Cast a
look back at the stellar array of academics, civil servants, public
servants, politicians, policy makers, diplomats, federal and state
Commissioners, legislators, judges, regional leaders, governors, heads
of government et al of that time.
This is not to say there was no corruption then - corruption has been
around since the dawn of time - it was just that it was not the norm.
In 1989 the Third Republic - such as it was - was born. Following the
fiasco of the June 12, 1993 presidential election annulment the Third
Republic, which never really took off, was aborted along with the man
who had led us down that experimental route.
The Abacha years which followed are best forgotten.
After 16 long years of military rule, Nigerians, in 1999, welcomed the
birth of the Fourth Republic with great hope and renewed faith in the
future.
Today, the Fourth Republic stands tottering at the precipice. There is
great insecurity and fear in the land. Terror attacks in the North and
parts of the Niger Delta, kidnappings in the South (we are the
kidnap-for-ransom capital of the world and as I write, the latest
distressing kidnapping, of my friend and colleague Doyin Rhodes-Vivour
and her daughter, Michelle, enters Day 3), unresolved killings all over,
religious and ethnic conflicts occur at the drop of a hat. Corruption
has assumed unthinkable dimensions in terms of sheer scale and impunity.
Our value system is completely warped. Nigeria is currently rated the
worst country on the planet to be born. Life expectancy is 51.9 years,
the lowest in the sub-region. Some 10,000,000 plus children are not in
school, a sitting time bomb if ever there was any. Youth unemployment
has hit unacceptable highs - some statistics indicate as high as 70% -
another festering time bomb. We’ve barely had any infrastructural
development as extensive as those of the post-war years, in fact we are
in many instances still dependent on those mostly now decrepit
infrastructure. 50 years after the birth of the First Republic, it’s not
a happy picture. Admittedly, all this didn’t just happen overnight,
they have been years in the brewing, but we are all now paying the
price.
Yes, there are some bright sparks here and there, but the overall prevailing gloom and doom unfortunately overshadow them.
I had hoped we (the Republic and I) could both celebrate our Golden
Jubilees under happier circumstances. As it is, I hit my Golden years
shortly, grateful to God for His infinite mercies, but deeply concerned
about our country’s future. It’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when
something or someone you’ve grown up with is not doing so well, is in
fact hobbling into her own Golden years, with no assurance of even
making it there.
Getting old, they say, is inevitable, growing up is optional. It’s time
for the Federal Republic of Nigeria to grow up. She cannot and must not
remain a baby forever. Our leaders must decide whether selfish,
partisan and unacceptable behaviour trumps putting our country first.
And we, the people, must help them make that decision – by the power of
our vote.
Wouldn’t it be great if 10 years from now we both, if the Lord tarries, celebrate our Diamond Jubilees with a blast?
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