Friday 19 October 2018

BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS 1

Imminent torrential rainfall



As darkening clouds quickly gather over Project Nigeria, our fervent prayers are that these very mobile clouds, as is regrettably often the case, do not transit to torrential rainfalls…” – Fine tooth comb for Ekiti; The Guardian, August 10, 2018.
                   
One of Nigeria’s more creative comedians often transports me back to my teenage years. This has less to do with the particular comedian’s style of delivery than his stage name: I go die. The theme, “I go die o!”, was the title of a rib-cracking comedy programme on Nigerian Broadcasting Corporation Radio, back in the day. Both children and adults used to eagerly look forward to the weekly programme; and I recall that my only complaint about the programme was that it ought to have lasted for at least thirty minutes, instead of the usual paltry ten or so minutes that had been allotted to it. Our teenage appetite had been simply insatiable because the pidgin-English programme was as entertaining as its story lines were educative. The average teenager of that era was as likely the street-wiser on account of the programme. I still recall a number of editions in every particular to this day, of which one of my favourites is paraphrased below:
“I was carelessly strolling along a popular street in Surelere one Saturday afternoon when I stumbled on a crowd of gorgeously attired people. Nearby, chairs and tables were arranged in owam be party fashion. An animated man stood at the center of the colourful crowd. Periodically snatching a glance at the gloomy sky, the man kept repeating the words, “To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo! To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo!...” (An ungrammatical Yoruba for: If you give me money, I will avert the rain…) Suddenly, practically everyone in the crowd started throwing money at the man. The man persisted, even as bank notes continued to rain around him; “To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo! To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo!”. The crowd enthusiastically flung more crispy notes on the ground still.
This can’t be true! I told myself; I must be dreaming all this up, because I had not seen that much money in my life, not even in a bank. So I sharply bit one of my fingers to confirm I wasn’t dreaming. I go die o!
It is real after all! I exclaimed, looking curiously around me as the man started to pack all the money into a large sack. So this is how easy it is to make money in Lagos, eh? I thoughtfully said to myself, uncontrollably swallowing saliva in envy of the now rich rain-doctor. I spent the rest of the day thinking about my surprise encounter; and finally made up my mind. I too will from that day become a rain-doctor. I go die o!
So after that day, I started searching for owam be party venue around Surulere. After a week of searching, I ran into luck, or luck ran into me. A big owam be party was about to start, with Lagos money bags already majestically seated at a venue near the National Stadium. I smiled broadly when I looked skywards; dark low clouds made their presence impossible to ignore. Performance time! I told myself, clearing my throat; “To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo! To ba funmi owo, emi amu ojo!”, my voice ran out amid thunder-clapping. I go die o!
At first, no one paid me any attention; so I intensified my efforts. “To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo! To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo!” I persisted with the thunder-clapping apparently intensifying with my efforts to impress the richly appareled audience. Then suddenly, few in the audience stood, walked proudly towards me, and flung tens of crispy notes from wads of cash at me. And as though on cue, many more others in the audience followed them. Fresh bank notes of all denominations soon covered the ground around me. I go die o!
Consciously imitating every action of the first rain-doctor, I didn’t relent in my performance even as hundreds of crispy bank notes continued to rain on and around me. “To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo!...”, I chanted still, now packing my rewards into a large nylon bag. As I swept another handful of bank notes from the ground, I noticed a drop of water on the back of my hand. Impulsively looking upwards to check the dark clouds, I sensed two large drops of water on my face… I go die o!
Now looking around in panic, my mind raced for a quick escape plan. But it was all too late because the rain was already pouring down! A big blow from behind knocked me senseless to the ground, as many more blows and vicious kicks landed on my body and head in blinding succession. I was beaten black and blue. I go die oooooo!” 
Rainfall is a critical medium for sustaining life on earth, yet it is widely regarded as a metaphor for ruination or failure. In southern Nigeria, most tribes liken hopelessly ruined persons to “rain drenched animals”. Elsewhere, people speak of the dread of “raining on one’s parade”. Always, the omen is negative. So it is easy to relate to the impulsive action of those richly attired Lagosians who had doled out wads of bank notes to an unknown or unverified rain-doctor. Interestingly, that seeming foolishness is not confined within the realm of comedy. The real world daily breathes and revels in it before our very eyes, thereby re-affirming the notion that comedy is a direct reflection of the real world.
Since 2018, some less-than-creative Nigerian stage-performers of another genre have taken that potentially fatal act to nigh-psychiatric proportions, by reversing the “To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojo” comedy sketch. Unverifiable but card-carrying rain-doctors are being desperately scoured and financially rewarded to temporarily avert rainfalls in some states!!! (If inflicting avoidable miseries on tens of millions of trusting citizens due to governance failure, and then paying them pittance to live in denial of that failure is not lunacy, then the term psychiatry can have no meaning) At the previous count that psychiatric act has been witnessed in Edo, Ekiti and Osun states, much to the alarm of both local and international meteorologists. Basic meteorology tells us that, because of Nature’s immutability, the sum of delayed rainfalls in one cycle would inevitably pour down in torrents in the subsequent cycle.
Conclusively, or inconclusively, (since Osun Guber2018, both adverbs have become interchangeable) therefore, Nigerians should expect the cumulative “To ba funmi owo, e mi amu ojos” of 2017 and 2018 to explode into torrential rainfalls in 2019. By the by, in Edo, one of the states where rains have been counter-naturally stayed, and the homestead of a chiefly patron of the 2017/8 rain-doctors, the ordinary people there say, “Na rain wey no wan fall na im dem dey hold!”
Afam Nkemdiche is an engineering consultant; October, 2018                                                  
                                                         

BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS 1

Pathways to effective entrepreneurship

Overcoming the limitations of life


                             By Bayo Ogunmupe
     "Overcoming the limitations of life," was the theme of a public lecture by the Lagos Zone, the Rosicrucian Order, AMORC a fortnight ago. It attracted hundreds of people particularly the academia and self employed intellectuals. Given at the Isis Lodge, Ilupeju; the lecture was preceded by the introduction of the Order and a welcome address by the event's chairman, Johnson Ikube. The Ancient  and Mystical Order Rosae Crucis (AMORC) was introduced as a philosophical, cultural and humanitarian organization dedicated to the study and investigation of natural and spiritual laws and their application for the attainment of human health, happiness and peace.
     The Order worldwide is now 3,371 years old in its recorded history. In Nigeria it is 85 years old. It has been established in more than a hundred countries of the world. The AMORC is a school of life open to both men and women of all religions, nationalities, vocations, professions, races and cultures. In his keynote address, the chief executive of Ikube Online Services, Mr Ikube titled it as Towards greater alignment of our national priorities. He said as human beings, we have common needs even when we have different aspirations and wants. We all must learn how to transform the challenges in our lives for better living in a challenging world. He then introduced the guest lecturer of the day as Ekanem Kofi-Ekanem a renowned architect and the Grand Councillor, the Cross River State chapter of AMORC.
     Continuing his keynote address, Mr Ikube said that in the realities of our modern world, a nation must first and foremost rest squarely on its economy. The polity should be an enabler not the driver of the economy. That was partly what made the early days of our nation progressive: autonomous regions and a dependent centre. "We must rework our priorities such that we truly become a nation driven by our economy." He believes we are currently driven more by the politicians rather than by our economy. The political players of our six geopolitical zones are playing politics to the detriment of the economy. He said the zones should be renamed economic zones focusing on growing their economies. Then, the states would be more appropriately aligned to add more value to their zones.
     "We are plagued by a Nigeria where many receive money without producing anything or rendering service for the progress of the economy." Ikube said we should detach religion from governance, embrace spirituality which unites while the religions divide. He said election officials should recuse themselves from overseeing elections. He said modernity demands the election of leaders that understand intricately connected variables which is why we must elect people with appropriate education and tract record of service.
     In the main lecture, Mr Ekanem enunciated the Rosicrucian concept of 'All is law; all is Order. What exists, exists for a purpose. Learn the law and you will be rewarded by knowing how to use it.' He said the two limitations which affect us are: time and space. In our perception, time and space limit every aspect of our lives, intruding into our every working moment. This causes us to think in certain ways. But it isn't time and space that limit us but our attitude. Our attitude creates us a habit. The habit establishes a pattern. With constant repetition, patterns become fixed, making us prisoners.
     So habits established by time and space rule us and put up bars where there really aren't any. Thus, this realization marks the Rosicrucian instruction on how to grow beyond all our limitations through expanding our Consciousness. Perceived limitations which affect men include obstacles of birth, education, ill-health and wrong business activities. This perception builds fences around our best endeavors and cut us off from opportunities which would otherwise be ours. A Rosicrucian law states: Man cannot rise above his consciousness. It is not the limitations then that hold us back.Rather it is our inability to recognize them and thereby raise our consciousness above them.
     Consciousness in man is the inner, intuitive understanding of his own being as  well as his relationship with other beings and the principles of the universe. You raise your consciousness through life long learning and experimenting. Our consciousness determines the world in which we live. Our limitations will change when our consciousness of them changes. Your raised consciousness begins to change the manner of your sowing. And that immediately affects a change in the harvest you reap.

The tragedy of Sight without Vision

By Bayo Ogunmupe

Core values champions live by

Art of Audacious journalism


        By Bayo Ogunmupe

    The book: Audacious Journalism, its art, style and depth is written by Anietie Usen. It is a breathtaking story of Nigeria, told humorously by an eyewitness. This big paperback volume was published this year 2018 by Parresia Publishers, Ikeja. Lagos, Nigeria.  The book is designed well, coming from the perspectives of a field artist who lived his life for thirty years in a crusty, sparsely furnished room of rookie reporters in Lagos, Nigeria. The book's author however, moved quickly from the jungle of scary wars onto the comfort of the boardroom in middle age.
    Anietie Usen has been able to craft a massive book with 710 pages, an index of two pages and a foreword by Des Wilson, a professor of mass communications. Audacious Journalism is in seven parts. The stories are grouped as those on Nigeria, his columns, on Africa and America. Other stories are on the world, his interviews and the sports reports. The section on Nigeria has the largest contribution. This first section hosts 42 chapters, starting with Usen's baptism of fire at Newswatch magazine and closing with 'Back from the brink' a description of the maiden speech of Nigeria's head of state, Abdulsalami Abubakar. Section two contains his columns; hosting 19 articles. Africa has eleven chapters, America: six; the world: seven; interviews: five and sports: three.
    These hundred long stories reflect both his eclectic interests and various journalism beats. By its title the book seeks to serve as a guide for entertainment, education as well as playing the role of a sourcebook of journalism practice. Which is why mass communication students can learn from its contents, the art, science, style and in-depth news gathering and analysis. Thus, this book provides valuable information and entertainment as a sub sector of mass communication. The Prison in Hell is an article offering much information on the state of our prisons. i shall analyze it for the reader to have a taste of Anietie"s pudding.
    The prisoner died just before lunch. A plate of pottage kept at the foot of his hospital bed was covered with flies. His sore mouth and sunken eyes  were closed. The rusty iron that fettered  him to the bed had left his ankle badly bruised. One could count the number of his ribs. He had the ugly look of a drought victim. The doctor's report simply said Muazu Mohammed prisoner No 1519/86 of Kano Central Prison, died of acute malnutrition. Life in a Nigerian prison is hard, inhuman and cruel. Only this month the newspapers reported an official of the Civil Society Legislative Advocacy Centre saying 12 million Nigerian children have grown stunted owing to malnutrition this year.
    Even in the case Mohammed, he was not sentenced to death. He was just one of the 46 inmates in Kano state who died that time as a result of bad conditions of life in the state. Many more died of pneumonia, sclerosis of the liver, tuberculosis and meningitis. Another case was Saminu Lawal, who had survived three years in detention without trial could not survive another day to prove his innocence. When an Ilorin magistrate called his case the next morning, Jimoh Ishola, a warder stood up instead. "My Lord," he said,"Lawal died last night and his body has been taken to the mortuary." These stories show the state of the Nigerian nation in the second half of the 20th century. This condition has shown why Nigerians don't live long.
    In contrast, A Prison to Desire is the title of the next article I am reviewing. Unlike the Kano prison, this is in Cardiff, United Kingdom. A smooth narrow road ends abruptly at the foot of a brick wall. The huge remote controlled glass door slid open to admit Newswatch to her Majesty's prison. hardly any black man was in sight except then author, Usen. The English spoken there is strangely laden with an accented intonation, akin to what the evangelicals call speaking in tongues. there, some 486 inmates are locked up in three blocks of three storeys built in 1884. In the visitors' hall, about 50 of the inmates sat opposite their relatives across a row of five long tables, trying to say as much as they could within the 30 minutes permitted each prisoner.
    More than 200 were in the workshops, busy with their handicraft. Another hundred were sitting or lying on lush lawns enjoying their hour-long break. Inside their three-by-five metre rooms, some prisoners sat on their beds, smoking. Their walls were covered with pornographic pictures. There were two beds a small table and a locker squeezed into the room, leaving a narrow passage between the two convicts. The room was designed for one convict. But now some of the rooms even accommodate three convicts. Mathematically, that is 200 percent overcrowding.
    The prison governor, Alan Rawson was ready with explanations. "A degree of overcrowding is expected in a prison like this because we keep short term prisoners not exceeding 12 months. Virtually all British prisons of this kind are overcrowded," he said. Of the 486 inmates, 152 were non-convicts awaiting trial. Non-convicts in Cardiff however, do not await trial for nine years as in Nigeria's Ikoyi prison. They are taken to court every seven days until their cases are disposed of. The Prison governor told Newswatch that Cardiff prison alone services 26 magistrates and three Crown courts. Such is the content of Audacious Journalism. The stories are told incisively and humorously, captured so dramatically in snippets of well crafted and stylish prose.
    Originally published as newspaper articles, this book is a treasure trove of information you need to read as students, teachers or practising journalists. Its author is an award winning journalist and technocrat Anietie Usen is an alumnus of Harvard Business School, Oxford Business School, Manchester Business School and the University of Calabar. As a pioneer reporter at Newswatch, Usen rose to become the general editor. Later, he became an Editorial Board member of Thisday as well as Editor at Large of Africa Toiday magazine, London. Currently, he is the Commercial and Industrial development director, Niger Delta Development Commission, Port Harcourt, Nigeria.

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