Despite its very evident prosperity, many people
in Nigeria are in excruciating pain. That distress is most visible to
the poor majority while the ruling elites do not see it or pretend not
to see it.
The broken covenant – the social contract – between the
government and the governed illuminates the ineptitude and callousness
of those elected by the people to fight on their behalf.
Romantic yearning for Utopia and revolt against a polluted society
are the two poles which provide the tension of all militant uprising or
civil agitation.
We see things differently. While the psychiatrist sees the craving
for Utopia and rebellion against the status quo as symptoms of social
maladjustment, the social reformer sees both as symptoms of a healthy
rational attitude.
Max was right when he said that a moribund society creates its own
morbid gravediggers. Revolt against injustice is not only honorable but
it is imperative.
Since independence, Nigeria has been blessed with nonentities as
leaders. Leaders who perceive no need-spots for specific problems.
Leaders who possess no gift and no competence to address the needs of
the people.
Leaders who cannot persuade people. Leaders who are not able to
attract others to join a cause. Leaders who pursue no purpose and employ
no measures to accomplish the desired goals.
We lack a strong leader who could cast a national vision. In these
days, there is no one in charge in Nigeria: everyone and everything seem
to thrive in chaos.
The federal economic and finance minister/coordinator, manipulators,
and other self-styled economic gurus, continue to deceive Nigerians
with voodoo economic analyses that things are not as bad as they seem.
But behind closed doors, they sing different tunes.
One thing however they cannot refute is the reality of the perpetual
chasm separating the poor and the ruling class. The ruling class
inflamed the anger and the pain of the working class by refusing to talk
about it and being disinclined to listen.
The impoverishment of our people keeps me awake at night. I hear
them in the darkness around me. It is the cries of these countless
victims which rouse me in the long watches of the night.
It is the willing silence and sheepish submission to subjugation,
poverty, and oppression that infuriate me to write today and always. It
is thinking of the martyrs who fought and died for the starved and
strapped Nigerians that egg me on.
The members of the ruling class have destroyed the vision of the
future. They have turned their backs on the future and embraced the
past. The addiction of these vultures to corruption and wickedness
frankly and nakedly set them against all human values and democratic
norms.
The slightest opposition and the merest criticism expose the few
Nigerians who dare the authorities to the severest penalties. People in
our reform social ladder are instantly suppressed and those who stand
out independently are mown down.
Nigeria is in a mess. Able-bodied Nigerians turned beggars wandered
through the streets. Petty street hawkers of underwear, socks, rubber
heels, corsets, silverware, and other ancient objects appeared like a
rash over the face of Nigeria towns and cities.
Graduates at all levels across disciplines drive danfos, molues, and
bolekajas for a niggardly amount. Others settle for the “Area Boys”
specialties and dark alley businesses of assorted brands.
Our unemployed youths in the millions have become a wild and
homeless lot, socially disinherited, candidates for Aro, morgues,
prisons, and the electric chair.
Our elderly are hungry. They depend on public charity and their Good Samaritan neighbors for food and for a place to sleep.
Days of somber discouragement follow our pensioners. Some died in
penury, of hunger and disease. The rest of them live a vagabond, lonely,
and perilous lives. Their depression soon reached that extreme stage
when the will is paralyzed and physical resistance suddenly gives way.
Like inflated currency, Nigerian workers have lost the real meaning
of living. They look like a huddle of stragglers from a beaten army.
Irony and shame kept intruding in their chosen vocations and careers.
Their former passion for dignity of labor has turned into perversion.
The once virile and vibrant Nigerian Labor Congress (NLC) of Michael
Imodu and Wahab Goodluck has become a castrated giant whose brag and
bluster only served to cover its lost virility.
Oil – our commonwealth – has been cut into cubes and blocks shared among the military hyenas and civilian vultures.
Nigerian governments – federal, state, and local – always stand for
swindling, intrigue, and privilege. They could not stand for anything
else. Neither law nor force can change it. If retribution occasionally
catches up with them, this can only be by the dispensation of God.
The hopelessness of Nigerians’ limited lives – lives truncated and
impoverished by the oppressors – keeps the rest of us wondering what
next?
Majority of Nigerians live on less than $2 a day. And it is their
starvation wages which permit the swollen pay packets of the ruling
class and other privileged economic saboteurs.
Once Nigerians started on the slippery slope, nothing could hold
them back. At every turn, they are forced to advance, sliding further
into the abyss of shame.
Each federal legislator takes home N29 million every month. The
governors, state legislators, and local government chairmen and council
members receive criminally huge compensations. The same governors said
they couldn’t afford the minimum wage of N18, 000.
The ruling native tyrants have seized as it were, all available
prime land and jerked up prices everywhere in the country. Few days ago,
I read that a plot of land in Banana Republic in Ikoyi sells for N1
billion while the landless poor have nowhere to lay their heads.
Also last week, I read that a village head in Akwa Ibom State had
begun a three-month hunger strike in protest of a dilapidated high
school building erected 31 years ago. He said the governor had
repeatedly ignored his pleas to visit the school. Here is a story on
Governor Godswill Akpabio of Akwa Ibom State reported by
SaharaReporters June, 30:
“Three stewards working in the Akwa Ibom state governor's lodge in
Asokoro, Abuja was on Friday summarily dismissed by the governor,
Godswill Akpabio, over missing bundles of mint fresh dollars valued at
over $250,000 (N40 million) kept in the governor's bedroom.
The governor who reportedly issued the instruction to dispense with
the services of the political appointees personally found out on
Wednesday during his visit to Abuja that four bundles of the foreign
currency he left in his bedroom had been stolen while he was gone to a
dinner with President Goodluck Jonathan at the Aso Rock Villa.
Saharareporters gathered that the bundles of dollars kept in the
drawers in the governor's bedroom were leftovers from stacks of hard
currency stashed away in a private security safe.”
Instead of building new roads, the rulers have resorted into buying
jets with stolen money from our treasury. As at the time of writing, 400
privately owned jets were reportedly parked at hangar of Abuja
International Airport.
The death trap roads are now exclusively reserved for the poor.
Meanwhile, Nigerians are dying in abnormal numbers every day on these
roads.
Our local schools, colleges, and universities are but wastelands of
academic refuse. The institutions have been abandoned long ago by the
children of legislators and other robber barons. Our hospitals have
become death houses for the poor – the only patients that still
patronize such institutions.
As humiliated and downtrodden people, Nigerians endure the worst
abuses without complaint. One would have expected Nigerians to develop a
strong hatred and dislike of the obviously rich- the thieves, crooks,
scammers, embezzlers, looters, and leeches - of the economy, not because
they could afford to buy things at any price, but because they were
able to do so without a guilty conscience.
Few among the suffering Nigerians deny their anger even as they show
it. A large number has been beaten into almost numb submission into
accepting poverty as an act of God and that they’ll never reach the
goals they once thought possible.
But the few, very few, refused to accept being treated as lesser
human beings and they respond to the insult with furious indignation by
brief sporadic, uncoordinated, protests and resistance.
For a moment or so, the cultural atmosphere would be saturated with
experimental resistance, protests, and movements. With the exception of
one cleric who always pitches his tent with the poor masses, the rest of
legion of jet pastors would admonish the poor to embark on marathon
night vigils and fast for their deliverance from the oppressors.
For once – Occupy Nigeria – looked indeed as if Nigeria convulsed after
the subsidy removal, underpinned by scourged inflation, depression,
unemployment, and the absence of a faith to live for.
Composed mainly of handful of Nigerians, Occupy Nigeria attests to
the all time truth that at all times and in all creeds only a minority
has been capable of courting trouble and committing emotional hara-kiri
on behalf of the proletariat.
The bedroom confidence of the protesters soon evaporates like a
puddle under a scotching desert sun. The protest was high jacked by
lukewarm labor leader corrupters.
The uncompromising fire of radical, and purist zealotry lit by the
organizers was instantly put out by the union bosses who clung to the
empty shell of greed driven by polluted civilization.
After Occupy Nigeria protest (and like many previous protests) had
been effectively neutralized and vanished like a tantalizing mirage,
social life went back to normal.
Nobody asked: Why can’t the oppressed prolonged and sustained the
protest longer? Why can it not become a permanent basis for the
reorganization of our public life?
It is not a false interpretation to conclude that the major obstacle
to Nigeria’s version of Arab Spring is fear. Nigerians are cowards,
spineless, and weak.
Have you ever tried to hammer a nail with your shoes? Or tighten a
screw with a fingernail file? Or shield yourself from a rainstorm with
just a newspaper? When do you need a hammer or screw driver or umbrella?
The ruling class has provided the ingredients necessary for their
successful overthrow. So far, Nigerians are substituting lethal weapons
generously supplied by their oppressors with shoes as hammers,
fingernail files to tighten screws, and newspapers as umbrellas for
rainstorms.
The rigor of the economic clime, the poverty colony, and the harsh
living conditions should have made Nigerians one of the toughest,
hardest, and enduring protesters and resisters in the world.
The cautious, calculating, submissive, nervous time-server Nigerians
watched their steps, looked over their shoulders, loudly professed
loyalty, and monotonously repeated the official propaganda in exchange
for crumbs from the master’s table.
Everything about Nigeria is different. Everything is in the reverse.
Things that worked in other countries won’t work in Nigeria. Which is
why the country is not moving forward and it would take eternity for it
to advance with the rest of the developed world.
Nigerians are afraid of police arrest, police clubbing, police
shooting, afraid to be handcuffed afraid to endure the sun or the rain
for a little longer than necessary, and afraid to confront their
oppressors.
They are easily cowered and easily bought. They forget that freedom
is not free. And that the only language that oppressors understand is
force or fire.
A poor, powerless Black woman by the name Rosa Parks ignited the
American Civil Rights movement. She risked her life when she dared the
white oppressors by refusing to give up her seat for a white passenger.
Men, women, and children were killed, maimed, beaten, and jailed in the
fight for racial equality.
Steve Biko and other countless patriots sacrificed their lives to
end Apartheid. Of course our legendary President Nelson Mandela spent 27
years in prison for the cause of freedom.
Not long ago, a young unemployed Tunisian graduate preferred to be
immolated than surrender to the oppressive Tunisian regime. His personal
sacrifice gave birth to the Tunisian Revolution.
Egyptians have taken to the streets again calling for the ouster of
their newly elected President Muhammed Morsi. Brazilians came out in
thousands to protest against increased fare in public transportation.
President Dilma Rousseff had since bowed to the people’s will.
Remember President Ferdinand Marcos of the Philippines whose wife
owned 2,000 pair of shoes? Well, the dictator was brought to his knees
by the People Power Revolution in 1986 comprised over two million
Filipino civilians as well as several political, military, and including
religious groups led by Cardinal Jaime Sin, the Archbishop of Manila.
Lech Walesa the unemployed Polish electrician organized the illegal
1970 strikes at Gdansk Shipyard in protest of government’s decree
raising food prices. Because of his singular act of bravery, the
Solidarity Trade Union grew into a 10 million-member movement. The
government was forced to accede to the workers’ demands.
The list goes on and on, and on.
The world watched with disdain and mockery at the stupidity of oppressed Nigerians:
If these native oppressors are worst than colonial masters, why didn’t they rebel?
How could small band of thieves in government enslave so many people
and exert complete control over the rest 99.9 per cent of the 160
million people?
How could they have successfully immobilized and sterilized so many Nigerians mentally, spiritually, and physically?
How could they have successfully perpetuated a blend of covert and
overt tyranny, public policy, and secret alliances with the very
oppressed?
Why didn’t the tyranny, humiliation, and primitive stagnation of
life of the poor caused by these vultures in government provoke a
rebellion on the part of the oppressed?
The answer to these and other nagging questions could be summed up in one sentence: 160 million dumb Nigerians!
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