‘Laughter
they say doesn’t show friendship. The word which is spoken is agreed to by
a nod of the head. It is not by staring hard that one sees the road or
understands what is going on. He who bathes in tears knows himself. If advice is
given to a head but it doesn’t hear, when it enters the bag, it hears. Seeing
but not speaking is characteristic of elders, while speaking but not listening
is characteristic of younger people.’ These were her humble soliloquies in
2010, before she cuddled the mother earth and kissed the world goodbye.
I had earlier promised my grandmother that I would be guided by her blameless and spotless lessons and teaches about life. But as I continued to experience certain irreversible vicissitudes, which I was imperilled to by nature, I decided in the end to disagree with one of her salient axiom which says; seeing but not speaking is characteristic of elders, while speaking but not listening is characteristic of younger people. The reason behind my irrevocable verdict towards this particular maxim is going to be a story for another day. Today, what is valid in my consciousness is; seeing but not speaking is characteristic of YOUNGER PEOPLE, while speaking but not listening is characteristic of ELDERS. You either concur or you dissent.
I had earlier promised my grandmother that I would be guided by her blameless and spotless lessons and teaches about life. But as I continued to experience certain irreversible vicissitudes, which I was imperilled to by nature, I decided in the end to disagree with one of her salient axiom which says; seeing but not speaking is characteristic of elders, while speaking but not listening is characteristic of younger people. The reason behind my irrevocable verdict towards this particular maxim is going to be a story for another day. Today, what is valid in my consciousness is; seeing but not speaking is characteristic of YOUNGER PEOPLE, while speaking but not listening is characteristic of ELDERS. You either concur or you dissent.
Sedentary
by her graveside after so many years with my small Kachibo three finger battery
radio, the gospel of Fela Kuti kept echoing like the vibration sound that was
orchestrated by the first ‘Ogbunigwe,’
local bomb that was built by the Biafrans during the Nigeria Civil War. Ah!
Fela is a god slipped from my maw audibly. Tilting my head left and right to
see if I was joined by any uninvited guest or her spirit, the preacher shrieked
louder and louder saying:
Zombie o,
zombie (Zombie o, zombie)
Zombie o, zombie (Zombie o, zombie)
Zombie no go go, unless you tell am to go (Zombie)
Zombie no go stop, unless you tell am to stop (Zombie)
Zombie no go turn, unless you tell am to turn (Zombie)
Zombie no go think, unless you tell am to think (Zombie)
Tell am to go straight
A joro, jara, joro
No break, no job, no sense
A joro, jara, joro
Tell am to go kill
A joro, jara, joro
No break, no job, no sense
A joro, jara, joro
Tell am to go quench
A joro, jara, joro
No break, no job, no sense
A joro, jara, joro
Go and kill! (Joro, jaro, joro)
Go and die! (Joro, jaro, joro)
Go and quench! (Joro, jaro, joro)
Put am for reverse! (Joro, jaro, joro…)
Zombie o, zombie (Zombie o, zombie)
Zombie no go go, unless you tell am to go (Zombie)
Zombie no go stop, unless you tell am to stop (Zombie)
Zombie no go turn, unless you tell am to turn (Zombie)
Zombie no go think, unless you tell am to think (Zombie)
Tell am to go straight
A joro, jara, joro
No break, no job, no sense
A joro, jara, joro
Tell am to go kill
A joro, jara, joro
No break, no job, no sense
A joro, jara, joro
Tell am to go quench
A joro, jara, joro
No break, no job, no sense
A joro, jara, joro
Go and kill! (Joro, jaro, joro)
Go and die! (Joro, jaro, joro)
Go and quench! (Joro, jaro, joro)
Put am for reverse! (Joro, jaro, joro…)
Sobering and shedding tears with my inner eyes drenched like a sinner
who couldn’t wait for dawn to swallow the dusk, before he or she could run to a
nearby catholic church for confession, as my ears were enthralled by his honest
truth. Lastly, I was able to relate the ‘Zombie’ that he was preaching about with
the recent languid attitude of some of our Governors in this recent time. The portrait
which his gospel framed in my subconscious mind became blatant that most of our
Governors are practicing the ‘Zombie System of Governing.’
Describing some Governors as something that is more immobile than an
effigy of a god will not be a bad idea. Come to think of it; the effigy of a
god is motionless in most cases right? But yet it’s efficacy can’t be
undermined. If you doubt this effigy analogy, kindly pay a visit to the Eze mmuo, chief priest of your land for
more clarification. In fact, the effigy is far better and more productive than
some Governors in Nigeria today. Calling some of them a piece of tree trunk
won’t be bad either, because they can’t think and make good use of their brain.
They don’t even understand what innovation, entrepreneur and creativity are all
about. No wonder Fela referred to individuals that exhibit such lethargic
mannerism as ‘Zombie.’
Most Governors of this country have failed to look inwardly into the various
towns and villages that sum up their state, taking into cognizance the gigantic
resources that litters on all their nook and cranny, and as well strategizing a
means of exploring and transforming these resources that are inform of human,
agriculture and mineral blessings, which God concealed in their domain into
baskets of money. Some of them are tenderfoot in the area of understanding the
role that the principle of comparative advantage plays in economic development,
revenue building and accumulation of excess money (income) for a state.
Bailout Funds to rescue states that couldn’t pay for the services their
citizens rendered suddenly became a perfect panacea to remedy this madness, by
the Federal Government of Nigeria in this 21st century. What a
shame! Where is this country heading to? Fani Kayode once wrote that our
country is on her way to ‘Kigali,’ but the reality is that ‘Kigali’ is a
heaven, when compared to where Nigeria is heading to. Do you know where our
country is tilting towards? Yes! Your guess is as right as mine. This country
is on her way to ‘Hades.’ Do you know why? It is simply because we the citizens
have sold our conscience to corruption, mediocrity and wickedness. We have jettisoned
to uphold truth, no matter how miniature it appears. We have chosen to crown
thieves our leaders. Religion and ethnic differences are the ‘two brothers in
the hood’ that we have succeeded in immortalizing, and these evil now cohabit
with us.
The Agricultural history of Nigeria is intertwined with its political
history. In the 1920s and mid 1930s, their existed a resurgence in the Agricultural
activities of this nation, and this period was referred to as the ‘Faulkner
Strip Layout’ era. Faulkner provided an experimental statistical design for
green manufacturing, fertility, livestock, intensification, rational cropping
and expansion of research activities and training programs for Department of
Agriculture. In the same way, other facilities for training individuals and
junior staff in Agriculture were made available. Scholarships were as well
awarded to some students in Imperial College of Tropical Agriculture in
Trinidad and Yaba High College. These initiatives as at that time played a wonderful
role in securing a laudable position for Nigeria in the area of Agriculture.
But sooner than envisaged, the spiraling and hostility of the Second World War truncated
the success story of these initiatives. Few years after the war, the reverse
became the case.
All the States in Nigeria are endowed with unquantifiable natural
resources and relatively good weather for agriculture and other economic
activities that will enhance and boost the economy of each state, yet Nigerians
suffer in the midst of plenty. So sad! The poverty rate of this nation when
compared with other African Countries can simply be defined as a long walk that
leads to nowhere, despite her high GDP.
A survey that was currently conducted in this country showed that less
than 40% of Nigeria land is cultivated, despite the country’s enormous
population and level of unemployment. Having taken a critical look at the role
Agriculture played in the past before crude was discovered, it is obvious to
note that Agriculture contributed more than 80% to the country’s budget then.
My questions now are these; why then did we kill our good son (Agriculture)?
What was his crime?
I totally believe that the list of importance of Agriculture to the
Nigeria States is endless. I’m of the opinion that if our Governors can put on
their thinking caps and carryout a comprehensive survey of their respective
regions, in order to ascertain the abundant resources, which these regions are
bequeathed with, with the sole purpose of investing and tapping from these
resources that proliferate in their region, the option of bailout funds will
automatically be substituted by a long lasting and boosting economic policies. The
return on investment of this decision when executed properly will certainly be
enough for the State Governors to pay all their bills and even have surplus
money (income) for savings and other things.
Did you know what some State Governors did with their own so called
‘Bailout Funds?’ I will tell you. Most of them used the money to purchase Prado
Jeeps and other cars for their friends and family members that were smuggled into
the corridors of power, leaving their state workers starving without paying
salaries. Is this what the funds were meant for? Mr. Governor, please answer. What
a reprehensible and coldhearted act.
The earlier we decentralize power, making it mandatory for the states to
provide at least 70% of their working budget, the better for us. Most Governors
are so lazy and they lack the entrepreneurial skills to come up with good and
long lasting economic ideas. What they do is to seat back and wait for allocation
from Abuja to embezzle. Ndi aruru ani,
wicked people.
Igbo aphorisms say that; the works that we do are the things
by which we are remembered. If an old woman stubbornly builds herself a
spacious compound, her dead body is carried to her own soup. Rat, don’t chew
the doctor's bag on purpose, and doctor, don’t starve the rat on purpose. One
who doesn’t agree agrees on the death mat and one who serves benefits buys the
service.
Most Nigeria Governors have
settled for the ‘Zombie System of Governing’ their people and this is very bad.
If you can’t create your state’s revenue by coming up with good and long
lasting entrepreneurial and innovative ideas, and as well pay salaries, please, kindly handover
to someone that is capable of doing so and stop waiting for bailout funds. It is
also pertinent for you peopled to understand that Nigerians are not fools. Mr
Governor, always remember that a grasshopper which was killed by the Okpoko was deaf.
(Emeka
is a young Nigerian writer and public affairs analyst. He is a member of Institute of
Public Diplomacy and Management (IPDM), The Royal Life Saving Society of
Nigeria, Nigerian Institute of Management (NIM), and Chartered Institute of
Purchasing & Supply Management of Nigeria (CIPSMN))