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A perpetual state of unpreparedness

A perpetual state of unpreparedness

Our unpreparedness
for disasters we know to be inevitable is the bane of our problems in
this country. The government, it seems, is never in a hurry to learn.
To ban, maybe, but not learn. Our leaders would rather throw money at
problems instead of thinking about why they happen and what should be
done to prevent them. Recent events have caught our government and its
various agencies pants down, a scenario always followed by a scramble
to pass the buck. We refuse to learn any lessons from past mistakes.
The isgraceful performance of our national team, the Super Eagles,
during the just concluded World Cup in South Africa was as result of
unpreparedness and lack of commitment to duty. One would have expected
that a tournament as important as the World Cup, especially an edition
holding in Africa for the first time would inspire a determination to
excel, instead of the last minute preparation that inevitably led to
the worst performance in our World Cup history. Millions of naira went
into the hole called the Nigerian Football Federation (NFF), yet the
expected miracles did not happen. And President Jonathan did not waste
time in producing the usual knee-jerk reaction by banning the entire
football federation and the national team, before a FIFA ultimatum
caused him to have a rethink.

The
episode further opened the world’s eyes to our perpetually ineffectual
method of handling situations. An even more serious malaise than our
football failings is the kidnapping epidemic. After more than three
years, our government and its security agencies are yet to show us that
they have what it takes to stay ahead of the criminals.

We probably would
not have known the extent to which the Nigerian Police has contributed
to the problem if not for the recent kidnapping of four journalists and
their driver. The ugly incident has thrown light on just how out of
touch the Inspector General of Police, Mr. Ogbonnaya Onovo, is
regarding crime in Nigeria. After the journalists were freed – freed by
the kidnappers, not rescued by the police – the number 1 cop declared,
“the crime is a new phenomenon…” Has he been on sabbatical these past
three or four years? Can someone please send

Mr. Onovo a list
of the high-profile victims of kidnapping – cutting across the entire
country from the North to the South East to the South-South? Can all
those people who have shunned the

customary
end-of-year visits to their villages please let the IG know the reason
for their drastic decision? Can a crime that has grown in leaps and
bounds over several years qualify to be termed “a new phenomenon?” On
top of this startling misjudgment the police were ill equipped and
unprepared to rescue these journalists. The fact that the IG himself
had to run to Abia State reveals a lot about what is wrong with our
police force. Will the IG have to relocate to the site of every
kidnapping crime to personally oversee rescue

efforts that we
all suspect are bound to end in futility? Now that the ordeal is over
the journalists are safely back with their families and the kidnappers
back in their lair to regroup and prepare for the next strike.

The government and police have also returned to their clowning
around. Mr. Onovo is taking credit for a job he clearly bungled, while
the Abia State government – under whose watch the state has descended
into anarchy – has dethroned three traditional rulers for allegedly
sponsoring kidnappings and robberies in the state. Did they just find
out that these traditional rulers sponsored the kidnappers and armed
robbers? How long have the police and other security agencies in the
state been investigating these individuals? Or are they merely the
latest in a series of scapegoats with which the police and state
governor can save face before Nigerians? (It is this same Abia State
governor who has been busy in the last few weeks changing political
parties and attempting to sack his deputy).

Now is the time to
find a lasting and sensible solution to this kidnapping problem. We
suspect that the police force will need a major shake-up. A police
force that cannot ensure that kidnappers find it difficult to operate
deserves nothing less than decommissioning. If Onovo and his men cannot
solve this kidnapping problem now, how do they intend to cope in the
thick of the coming election season?

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Have you "liked" Goodluck Jonathan today?

Have you "liked" Goodluck Jonathan today?

Imagine Facebook existed during the reign of Sani Abacha.
Instead of inviting traditional rulers to the screening of the ‘Diya Coup’
videos he’d simply have tagged them on Facebook; if, that is, he refrained –
against the advice of persons like Al-Mustapha – from totally banning the
social networking site in Nigeria.

Sadly we will never know. Abacha did not wait to see the
Internet boom. Obasanjo and Yar’Adua who on the other hand saw it did not care
much for it; they were our own George W. Bush.

Goodluck Jonathan is therefore a breath of fresh air.

Not only is he the first Nigerian president from a minority
ethnic group, he will also go down in history as the first Nigerian leader to
embrace social networking as a tool of governance. If Obasanjo was our
Television President (recall the Presidential media chats, and the nationwide
broadcast announcing that the Senate President and Education Minister were
thieves), Jonathan is our Facebook President.

As I write this he is the most popular Nigerian on Facebook.
Only two weeks after joining he has amassed more than 120,000 followers. Apart
from a glitch early on, that saw the defacement by some e-miscreants of the
president’s photo pages (images of an unknown nude man suddenly appeared in the
hallowed presidential arena); Mr.

Jonathan has been having a blast. Thursday morning he had about
116,000 “likers”. Twenty-four hours later the number had risen to more than
121,000.

A cartoon by our own Zapiro, the inimitable Asukwo E.B., has Mr.
Jonathan in bed, eyes glued to his laptop, while he tells a sleepy dame that
he’ll remain awake for a bit longer; he has to check his Facebook page. If I
had any drawing talent I’d instantly create my own cartoon: Aunty Dame wagging
her finger furiously at the President, muttering: “Today you are going to tell
me who the First Lady is; me or that Lap-top…”

Mr. Jonathan’s Facebook page sure is the place to be these days.
Next time you wonder why no one is commenting on your update or note, or poking
you; why the alleys of Facebook seem deserted, wonder not far: all are smitten
and have succumbed to the allure of e-AsoRock. Every presidential update is
commented upon and “liked” by not less than 2,000 people. Compare that with the
half dozen comments that most of us would be grateful for.

If half as many people liked Obasanjo we’d be talking about a
fourth term for the old man today. (It’s a good thing Obasanjo wasn’t on
Facebook as president; imagine this appearing in newsfeeds all over Facebook,
while both men were still in office: “Obasanjo is no longer listed as being in
a (political) relationship with Atiku.”

The multitude of fawning comments on the page say a lot about
the Nigerian psyche. In a land under the siege of Big Men, we are suckers for
accessibility and a semblance of humility. Murtala Muhammed stands out in the
annals of Nigerian history for many reasons, one of which is that he shunned
the trappings of power expected of his position – long, sirened convoys with
animals-in-uniform hanging from every corner.

Recall also how Governor Ayodele Fayose became a folk hero of
sorts in Ekiti for his penchant for eating in roadside bukas and stopping to
buy suya and roasted corn in public. Governor Fashola stands out in Lagos for
the unobtrusiveness of his convoy – flashing siren lights without the sound.

And recently I saw former Cross River State governor Donald Duke
walk into the Genesis Deluxe Cinemas in Lekki, with his wife and daughters – if
you didn’t know him you wouldn’t have guessed this was an ex-governor and a
current presidential candidate. As they joined the queue to buy popcorn, I
almost simultaneously joined the Donald Duke fan queue (were it not for the
cynicism I have learned to wear as a protective mask).

Moral of the stories above: Nigerians, citizens of a land
perpetually starved of heroes and (true) humility, are drawn in a mysterious
way to Big Men who strive to not act like Big Men.

The president must have discovered that Facebook is one cheap
and easy means to be a Big Man who does not appear to be a Big Man.

But watch out Mr. President. Your current monopoly of Facebook
might not last very long. One Very-Important-Personality has also recently
discovered Facebook. Max Gbanite, a diehard IBB supporter (the man never tires
of writing long rambling pro-Babangida essays on the Internet) told a Nigerian
newspaper last week: “Babangida enjoys reading Facebook and sends messages
under a different name; Babangida is a gigabyte thinking man, he is not
operating on the outdated DOS (Disk Operating System) level.”

There it is: Maradona is now a fan of Facebook! Indeed the
battle ahead is a “Gigabyte” one, and Nigeria’s next president just might be
decided on Facebook! But jokes apart, two questions for you, dear reader: one,
what will you do when that inevitable friend request from IBB shows up?

Two, have you “liked” Goodluck Jonathan today?

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Nigeria’s burning markets

Nigeria’s burning markets

Burning
markets are a regular feature of Nigerian life. In April the Ogbe-Ijoh
market
in Warri caught fire. A month before then it was Kano’s textile market.
In
February it was the timber market in Ebute-Metta, Lagos. Ibadan’s
Tejuoso
market lost about 60 shops to a fire incident in December 2009, a few
months
after the Eke Market in Afikpo, Ebonyi State. December 2007 saw the
total
destruction of Lagos’ popular Tejuoso market.
And then only last
Saturday it was the turn of the Oja-Oba market in Akure,
Ondo State, resulting in the loss of millions of naira worth of
merchandise.
The epidemic of market fires in this country needs to be
tackled urgently
through comprehensive reform on the following fronts: fire prevention
and fighting,
physical planning, and insurance and compensation.
Regarding
prevention, arguably the biggest culprit is the power company, PHCN.
Current fluctuations (surges) are a daily fixture in many parts of the
country.
Mostly all they succeed in doing is damage electrical appliances. On
occasion
they result in fires. When these fires break out in a market in the
dead of
night, the result is inevitable – infernos certain to cause
considerable
damage.
In other cases it is arson. It is indeed the case that most
market fire
incidents in Nigeria are accompanied by acts of looting. There is
therefore an
urgent need for government authorities in conjunction with market
associations
to step up security in markets across the country.
Another major
culprit is our moribund fire service. Grossly underfunded and
under-equipped, they are often no more than spectators at scenes of
fire
incidents across the country. The blame for this state of affairs
should be
laid squarely at the feet of a government that sees nothing wrong in
allocating
N 2 billion only, to the Fire Service for an entire year (2010), while
devoting
more than four times that sum to the 50th independence anniversary
celebrations.
Regarding physical planning, anyone who has spent time in
any of Nigeria’s
markets will realise that they are disasters waiting to happen. The
same
planlessness that characterises much of the cityscape is to be found in
these
markets. Regarding the Tejuoso market fire, Nigerian architect A. S.
Alabi, in
a conference paper delivered in 2004, remarked, “one of the prime
complaints of
fire fighters and shop owners was their inability to access the origins
of the
fire. This was attributed to poor walkways, no driveways, cluttered
spaces and
general inaccessibility within the market… Over the years, the need
for growth,
expansion, controls, and monitoring were neglected. Parking spaces have
been
turned into shops as well. As if this is not enough, even the main
street
(Tejuosho Road) is an extension of the market itself…” In one word:
chaos.
Last but not least, there is the need for governments to realise
the importance
of these markets in the socio-economic configuration of Nigerian life,
and make
every effort to ensure that everything possible is done – through
compensation
– to minimize the losses suffered. There should also be comprehensive
insurance
schemes in place to cover these markets.
The problem with Nigeria is
often too much talk and too little action. In
October 2009 the President Goodluck Jonathan, then Vice President,
declared open
the nation’s first Fire Conference in Abuja, with the theme “Providing
Road Map
Towards Effective Fire Service Delivery in Nigeria: Vision 2020”. The
conference was organised by the House of Representatives Committee on
Interior
in collaboration with the Fire Disaster Prevention and Safety Awareness
Association of Nigeria, and the Federal Fire Service.
But despite all
the talk, Nigeria still doesn’t have a functioning fire code, a
decade into the 21st century. The Fire (Precaution and Control) Bill,
passed in
2005 by the House of Representatives, and then sent to the Senate in
2007 for
passage, is not yet in operation.
Fire after fire, we do not act in a
manner that shows that any lessons have
been learnt. Until radical steps are taken across all levels of
government,
burning markets in Nigeria will continue to be a matter of “where next – and
when?”

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Eleven shortlisted for Gas company prize

Eleven shortlisted for Gas company prize

The late poet and
dramatist, Esiaba Irobi, is among 11 writers that have made the initial
shortlist of the 2010 NLNG Prize for Literature.

Irobi, author of
poetry collections including ‘The Colour of Rusting Gold’, ‘Hangmen
Also Die’, ‘Inflorescence: Selected Poems, 1977- 1988′; ‘Nwokedi: A
Play’, and ‘Why I Don’t Like Philip Larkin’ made the list with his
‘Cemetery Road’.

The play had
previously won the World Drama Trust Award for Playwriting in 1992.
Irobi will be following the footsteps of late poet, Ezenwa Ohaeto, who
shared the prize in 2005 with Gabriel Okara if he eventually wins.
Irobi died on Monday, May 3, 2010 in Berlin, Germany.

Also on the list,
which contains eminent Nigerian dramatists, is Ahmed Yerima, former
Director General of the National Theatre/National Troupe of Nigeria,
and a past winner of the Prize. He won the 2006 edition of the Prize,
which is also for drama like this year’s with ‘Hard Ground’.

Renowned
playwright, Akinwumi Isola, is also on the list released by the judges
after five months of assessment of entries. His ‘Belly Bellows’ is
nominated. Other works on the list are ‘The Killing Swamp’ by former
Managing Director of Daily Times of Nigeria, Onukaba Adinoyi-Ojo;
‘Perfect Mothers’ by Uduak Akpabio; ‘Leopard Woman’ by Philip Begho,
who is also a past nominee; and ‘Ata Igala The Great’ by Emmy Unuja
Idegu.

The others are
Zaynabu Jallo’s ‘Onions Make us Cry’; Ziky Kofoworola’s ‘Queen
Ghasengeh’; Irene Salami-Agunloye’s ‘Idia, The Warrior Queen of Benin’
and Uwem Udoko’s ‘Broken Pots’.

Members of the
Literature Prize Committee, led by its chair, Theo Vincent, will hold a
press conference on August 11 at Oceanview Restaurant, Victoria Island,
Lagos, at 10am to apprise the public on developments with the Prize.
Other members of the committee are Ayo Banjo, Charles Nnolim, Phebean
Ogundipe, Munzali Jibril, Dan Izevbaye, Zaynab Alkali, Rasheed
Abubakar, Ben Tomoloju, Abubakar Gimba and Joop Berkhout.

Judges who screened
the about 92 entries received for this year’s prize, which is for
drama, were theatre scholars, Dapo Adelugba, Kalu Uka, John Illah,
Tanimu Abubakar and Mary Kolawole. The Prize rotates annually amongst
prose fiction, poetry, drama and children’s literature.

The winner of the Prize will be announced on October 9, 2010 at the
Grand Award Night holding in Lagos. Managing Director of the NLNG,
Chima Ibeneche, will deliver the keynote address at the occasion while
veteran Nollywood actor, Sam Loco Efe, will be the special guest of
honour.

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A writers’ quartet for the BookJam

A writers’ quartet for the BookJam

Major Zimbabwean
author, Tsitsi Dangarembga will be reading alongside writers Madeleine
Thien, Unoma Azuah and Helon Habila at the sixth edition of the popular
BookJam @ Silverbird, which will hold in Lagos on July 24.

Dangarembga, a
novelist, filmmaker and activist published ‘Nervous Conditions’ as her
debut novel in 1988. The book won the Commonwealth Writers Prize
(African Region) in 1989; and was listed as one of the Best 100 African
book. Almost twenty years later, in 2006, she published ‘The Book of
Not’, a sequel to Nervous Conditions, which traces the life of her
fictional character, Nyasha, as a much older woman.

Madeleine Thien,
winner of the Ethel Wilson Fiction Prize, is the author of ‘Simple
Recipes’ and ‘Certainty’. Unoma Azuah, author of ‘Sky-high Flames’, won
the Flora Nwapa/Association of Nigerian Authors award and teaches
English in Tennessee. The quartet of writers is completed by Helon
Habila won the Caine Prize for African Writing (2001), for his short
story, ‘Love Poems’. He later published his first novel, ‘Waiting for
an Angel’ to great acclaim; then followed up with his second novel,
‘Measuring Time’, about a set of twins, Mamo and Lemano, who go on to
live very different lives through Africa’s many conflicts. Habila new
novel, about the Niger Delta, ‘Oil on Water’, is set for release in
August 2010.

The BookJam, which holds monthly, incorporates book readings by
featured authors, as well as discussions, musical performances, poetry
and a raffle draw for participants who purchase books. The next edition
holds at the Lifestyle Store, Silverbird Galleria, Victoria Island,
Lagos – starting at 3pm on Saturday, July 24.

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Femi Kuti finally catches Fela! on Broadway

Femi Kuti finally catches Fela! on Broadway

History was made on
July 13, 2010 in New York City when Femi Kuti, Nigerian musician and
son of the legendary Afro beat king finally went to see the critically
acclaimed Broadway show, Fela! He had been holding out on visiting the
show until he got the assurance that it would be brought to Lagos. “I’m
very proud of what I saw,” Femi said.

“This shows that
the fight is still going on,” an emotional Femi explained, when invited
on stage and introduced by Sahr Ngaujah, the Tony Award-nominated actor
who plays Fela in the show. Femi, who is currently on an international
tour and performed at the Lincoln Centre with his band, the Positive
Force the previous night, added, “Africans should have been the ones
who bailed Haiti out.” The audience was treated to a few more words of
wisdom as Femi continued, sharing his disappointment about the
continent’s leadership and economic progress. Femi then joined the cast
of the show in singing part of his father’s song, Gentleman, before he
left the Eugene O’Neill Theatre for a reception with a group of
Nigerians living in New York.

Standing in the
midst of cameras at the soirée, he recounted Sahr’s visit to Lagos,
explaining that the Broadway actor had wanted to get his family’s
blessing. Femi said that he wanted them to be confident in themselves
regardless of his opinion. “I am very proud of what they are doing,”
the musician said, visibly moved by the depiction of events he had
witnessed, such as the military raid of his father’s compound. “I cried
several times during the performance,” he admitted. “I was a boy of
about fifteen or sixteen when some of the things happened, now I am
getting close to fifty.” His grandmother, Funmilayo, died as a result
of the injuries sustained during the attack.

When asked what he
thought about the criticism levelled by some Nigerians that his
father’s lyrics as sung during the production had been changed, he was
quick to explain that the show’s creators did so to make it more
accessible to the audience of Americans.”What has Nigeria done for
Fela? Nothing.” Fela! is produced by Steve Hendel, an American who came
across Anikulapo-Kuti’s music and fell in love with Afro beat. He has
never visited Nigeria. However, as a result of his efforts, many people
in the US now have a clearer portrait of one of Nigeria’s most famous
sons. The show chronicles the life of Fela and his artistic and musical
journey, exploring some of his main influences. It also highlights his
relationship with his mother, Funmilayo, educating the audience about
her work, her teachings and her legacy.

The Broadway production opened on November 23, 2009, with star
power, fuelled by hip-hop mogul Shawn “Jay-Z” Carter, Academy
Award-nominated actor Will Smith and his wife actress Jada
Pinkett-Smith, the show’s executive producers. The premiere was
attended by Hollywood and music stars such as director Spike Lee and
legendary actor and musician, Harry Belafonte. It is still not an
uncommon occurrence to run into icons such as Madonna or Mick Jagger at
a regular Thursday evening performance. The hit show was nominated for
a record of 11 Tony Awards this year and has attracted some of the most
diverse audiences ever seen on Broadway. It is scheduled to open at
London’s National Theatre in mid November. Hendel, the show’s producer,
has also said that he plans to take the show to Lagos.

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Soyinka as the invisible bogeyman

Soyinka as the invisible bogeyman

The play, ‘Who is
Afraid of Wole Soyinka?’, with a generous dose of humour and
exaggeration, sought to bring to recall, the dark, turbulent times
following the annulment of the June 12, 1993 presidential elections;
and the subsequent assumption of power by General Sanni Abacha, after a
coup d’état to overthrow the interim government of Chief Ernest
Shonekan.

A day before June
27 at Terra Kulture in Victoria Island, Lagos, Theatre @Terra producer,
Wole Oguntokun, had at a BookJam event objected to Abraham Oshoko’s
statement, accusing Nigerians of sweeping issues under the carpet.
Oguntokun cited the works of several Nigerian writers, intended solely
at keeping issues firmly in the consciousness of the Nigerian populace.

It was, therefore
no surprise that with ‘Who’s Afraid of Wole Soyinka?’ Oguntokun
achieved just that. The note of reflective reminiscence was palpable
among the members of the audience, who were reminded profoundly of the
situation which the country had years ago emerged from: the black
goggled General, who bared to all, the ambition of enthroning himself
as the ‘life ruler’ over Nigeria.

Oguntokun dedicated
the performance to the memory of late Kudirat Abiola, whose daughter,
Hafsat, was in the audience. The play was preceded by a short humorous
sketch, which depicted the vacuous and narcissistic attitude of a
number of Nigeria’s political office holders.

Loose Cannon

Enter Daniel Loose
Cannon, played by Sola Iwaotan. Loose Cannon opens the scene as a poor
US immigrant who begs, with relatively little success, on the streets
of New York. Rather than return home with the shame of failure,
however, he prefers to keep eking a meagre living in this manner, as he
ponders “How can I go home? They’ll ask what I made of myself,”
illustrating how entrapped many Nigerians in Diaspora might be; unable
to return home with no evident success. Loose Cannon’s audience in the
play, however, somewhat unsympathetically, respond, “You’ll say you got
an LLB BL, bose lo lose bo (you came back just as you left).”

The next scene,
most surprisingly, has Loose Cannon back in Nigeria, now planning the
political campaign of the incumbent dictator, who is embroiled in a
plot to succeed himself. Loose Cannon, heading an organisation, BLADDER
(Body of Love Asking for Democratic Determination and Reform) solicits
the support of musicians, jounalists, traditional rulers, and an
effete, senile politician, in the person of Lukwu Merije, a
not-so-subtle indication of a real individual, one might guess.

Daniel Loose
Cannon, back as the fast talking upwardly mobile youth, quickly makes
an effort to organise the ‘stroll in September’, also an obvious
portrayal of the ‘two million man march in March’ planned by Daniel
Kanu on the platform of YEAA (Youths Earnestly Ask for Abacha); or
Youth Earnestly Ask for Him (YEAH), as in Oguntokun’s play.

Anachronistic distortion

The play chronicles
the activities and state of affairs, which culminate in the death of
the dictator just after he has garnered political support in and
outside the country. The only clog in the political ambition of the
General or ‘Oga’ as he is called in the play, is his one nemesis – the
Nobel laureate Soyinka, the merest mention of whose name reduces the
general to screaming fits of terror.

Oguntokun, in a
brief departure from the familiar historical plot, incorporates a new
millennium perspective, as the general, in anticipation of his
successful transition from military head to a civilian ruler, is
courted by Barrack Obama, David Cameron, and Nicholas Sarkozy, among
other present-day world leaders – an effort, which resulted in a
slightly anachronistic distortion in a plot for which all other
inferences had been historical.

The most impressive
performances of the play, undoubtedly, were recorded through the
characters of Oga and his sidekick, Tafa, played by Kenneth Uphopho and
Precious Anyanwu respectively. The two actors exuded comfortableness in
their characters; and had their acts, along with their Northern
accents, down pat.

Incorporated
between the play’s acts was a slideshow of images associated with the
struggle for democracy. Photographs of democracy icons such as MKO and
Kudirat Abiola, accompanied by images of destruction and strife, were
projected while ‘Se na like dis’ by Wande Coal played in the background.

Felled by an apple

The play ends,
predictably of course, with the death of the general to the elation of
the populace, who rejoiced at how “Common apple kill Oga”; and the
disappointment of mercenaries such as Misty the musician, who had been
promised political appointments.

Also noticeable was
the ambivalence of Lukwu Merije, who had, in the course of the plot,
never made a positive input in the realisation of Oga’s ambition.
Instead, he was a prophet of doom, who repeatedly communicated the
impossibility of the General’s ambition with statements like, “I’ll see
you when you get there… if you ever get there.”

Though the play
should have ended on a jubilant note, with the country’s emergence from
the unyielding grasp of the dictator who had plundered its coffers and
persecuted its populace. It instead employed a mournful anticlimax, “In
the cycle of life, strange beings sometimes come to power… pray
earnestly that a new dawn breaks over our land” – which no doubt is
inspired by the current state of affairs of Nigeria, a country which
has still not managed to wade through the murky waters of bad
leadership.

Bogeyman Kongi

Little, however, is
seen or heard (by way of characterisation) of the Nobel Laureate, whose
name encourages an interest in the play, as Soyinka is employed,
instead as an invisible bogeyman, who though embodying the only check
for the excesses of the dictator, is kept well out of sight.

The play
incorporates an insight into the Nigerian culture by way of music,
dance, slang, and language. Also worthy of mention is the attention to
costume and props, as the actors’ attires, save Lukwu Merije’s,
enhanced charaterisation. The theatre acoustics and voice projection of
artists also worked together quite remarkably.

The staging, though
laudable, would have been even more commendable if it lost some of the
exaggeration of speech and action, contained in the scenes, and
substituted those with more historical fact or imaginative fiction.

International
theatre actor, O.T Fagbenle, who was in the audience, extolled the play
as a good chronicle of Nigeria’s history, but remarked on the seeming
unnecessary length of some scenes. In his words, “I think that each
scene should move the plot forward, and if I find my thoughts drifting
away from the performance before me, then a scene isn’t doing that; and
ultimately, can be cut from the play.”

‘Who Is Afraid of
Wole Soyinka?’ was part of the ongoing fourth annual season of plays on
the Nobel laureate to mark his birthday.

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Basil Davidson, Honorary African Patriot

Basil Davidson, Honorary African Patriot

When I heard of the
death of Basil Davidson, the great historian of Africa on Friday July
9, I was overwhelmed by a deep sense of personal loss, of a kind I had
not felt for many public figures since the assassination of Thomas
Sankara, the charismatic leader of Burkina Faso, in October 1987.
Although I never met Davidson, I had always thought of him as someone
to know in person. So deeply did his magnificent work speak to me I
often imagined I would write about him in this manner: a free-flowing
appreciation of his work, in grateful acknowledgement of what I learnt
from him, and just as often I imagined the piece of writing as an
account of a meeting.

About ten years
ago, I inquired about him from a British publisher I had met at a
conference, who told me that the historian now lived in an infirmary
and that his hearing was impaired. I was in graduate school at the
time, and had few opportunities to travel to England, out of pocket, so
I bid my time. While living in Portugal a few years ago I made serious
attempts to arrange a meeting and even had encouraging signals from
some quarters, but the encounter did not happen. After this I resigned
myself to the reality of never seeing him, and knowing how grown in
years he was—95 at death—I accepted that his passing would be
devastating, but not surprising. (The writer Kole Omotoso, who put me
in touch with some people who knew Davidson, said that though the
historian had lost much of his hearing his mind remained very sharp.)

He was the
preeminent historian of Africa; there is no debate over that. He was an
intellectual driven by a genuine passion and rather common decency to
record the past and the evolving present of the continent in all its
complexity. And he did this undeterred by the two cautionary roadblocks
most writers on this subject usually face. He evinced a readiness to
focus on the entirety of the African continent, and a willingness to
write about present historical events without a fear of being adjudged
hasty by posterity. In a field where scholars routinely argue that the
continent is too large to be spoken of as a unit, he wrote book after
book that touched on every part of the continent, sometimes on every
country, always looking for common thematic trends in ancient and
contemporary history. When he wrote about the rise to power of a
soldier, he was less bothered by the undemocratic route taken or how
soon the man of power would unravel than by the soldier’s actions as a
patriot. His stance is this salutary on the first, on the second, the
records are mixed.

A socialist

Davidson was born
in Aldershot, England in 1915 and became a soldier in the Royal Army,
seeing Second World War action in the Balkan theater. This experience
would feed into his work when he finally decided to write about Africa,
but before and after the war, he published several novels, about which
very little is known in part because they were published before he
discovered his great subject, which is amply and memorably recorded in
his essayistic but scholarly writings. He was a socialist, that is, a
political human being operating with the conviction that the modern
state ought to be in a position to supervise the redistribution of the
common wealth in such a way that excess is checked and each human being
has enough.

This orientation as
a socialist shaped the way Davidson approached African history. He was
a materialist in the sense that he believed that things are, that they
matter in specific verifiable ways, and that material forces in which
humans act as agents shape the course of history. His view of African
history frames everything he wrote about the various periods or events
in the continent’s long experience, but it is stated most explicitly in
the opening part of Africa: A Voyage of Discovery, the eight-part
documentary film he produced in the mid-1980s in collaboration with
Nigeria’s National Television Authority, NTA. Positioning himself
outside the frame and speaking from somewhere between Egypt and the
Sudan, Davidson said that African history did not start with the
continent’s contact with Europe. It had an impressive past comparable,
and in some cases superior, to Europe’s, and it was the Europeans’
violent incursion through the slave trade that ruined most of the
physical and the psychological aspects of that history. The duty of a
decent man or woman of letters, as he added in Black Mother, his study
of the Atlantic Slave Trade and slavery first published in 1968, is to
explain the present in terms of the past, to produce history, not
propaganda, which aims at just the opposite.

Africa in Modern History

In my opinion his
most important work is Africa in Modern History, published in 1978,
which both summarizes and demonstrates the themes of his work, using
the circumscribed context of Africa’s encounter with modernity to look
at the continent’s problems and prospects. The continent is big, to be
sure, and contains numerous multitudes, but through Davidson’s elegant
prose, lightened with irony and constantly powered by a deep
understanding of human abilities, this enormous complexity is rendered
accessible in beautiful passages in which the currents of history
passes from Mansa Moussa to Samory Toure through Herbert Macaulay to
D.D.T. Jabavu and Sol Plaatje. He shows how the fall in the value of
gold in the mercantile world of late Renaissance Italy was complexly
responsible for the maritime revolutions in which commerce in human
beings became the business of the day.

In all this, his
greatest investment is in African agency, the belief that Africans are
capable of making and do make their own history. His work constantly
pays homage to those of Africans who were his contemporaries—Kenneth
Dike, Adu Boahen, Festus Ade Ajayi, and Saburi Biobaku. He was a
personal friend of Kwame Nkrumah; Amilcar Cabral took him into
confidence as the documenter of the revolution in Guinea Bissau.
According to political insiders, his advice was decisive in the
Nigerian government’s 1975 declaration of support for the MPLA in
Angola, when Cold War arm-twisting might have weighed things in favour
of Jonas Savimbi’s UNITA.

Given his interest
in African agency, he tended to look kindly upon moral reprobates who
happened to be in power: having been privy to General Olusegun
Obasanjo’s support for MPLA, he would write positively of Somalia’s
Mohammed Siad Barre and later of Ibrahim Babangida, but Master-Sergeant
Samuel Doe unraveled too quickly to deserve his kindness.

Basil Davidson, historian of Africa, will be remembered for as long as people continue to generate ideas about the continent.

Akin Adesokan is Assistant Professor of Comparative Literature at
Indiana University, Bloomington, US. He writes this from Lagos.

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Return to Ikoyi Prison

Return to Ikoyi Prison

Ogaga Ifowodo
literally stumbled on poetry writing during his fourth form as a
student of Federal Government College, Warri, when a senior student
requested that he writes a poem for the school’s festival of arts and
culture. For someone who had thought to himself unable to “string two
words together,” it must have been an inspiring surprise that his poem,
‘Ill Wind,’ won a joint first prize in the competition.

Ifowodo has not
relented since that first literary accomplishment. Author of three
poetry collections and an assistant professor at Texas State
University, the writer is back in Nigeria for what he calls a
“Homecoming.” He said, in reference to his poetry readings, which will
be taking place in Federal Government College, Warri, his alma mater;
and Oleh, his hometown: “Charity begins at home. It may not have
started there for me, but I might as well get home now – Oleh has a
right to hear back from me.”

A former customer

In keeping with the
homecoming theme of his current visit to Nigeria, Ifowodo decided to
visit the Ikoyi Prisons, where he was held as a political prisoner in
1998, under the regime of the military dictator, General Sani Abacha. I
was invited to tag along, as was Ayo Obe, lawyer and former president,
Civil Liberties Organisation.

We were admitted
into the yard of Ikoyi Prisons, after brief interviews regarding the
purpose of our visit. Obe did the introduction, gamely introducing
Ifowodo to the prison head, Muhammed Sidi, as “your former customer.”
When queried about his time in prison and his reason for his visit,
Ifowodo said it was for the purpose of “recollecting memories,” which
had become fuzzy in the years since his detention.

Our party was
handed over to Adeosun, a prison officer, who proceeded to take us on a
tour of the yard and its appurtenances. We visited the Education
Centre, donated by the Muharram Sisters. We also got to see the clinic,
where formerly there had been none. It is a well run clinic, with drugs
donated by churches and charities, where before, drugs had been scarce
to come by. Seeing the free movement of inmates – both convicted and
awaiting trial – when before, there had been restrictions to movement
within the yard, was heartening for Ifowodo. “It’s worlds apart from
what it was before. When I was there, donated drugs were being sold
(privately) and wardens were stealing prisoners’ food,” he said.

The poet remembered
being incarcerated in a small cell with other inmates in a block
bearing the name ‘Redemption Kingdom.’ Surprisingly, however, though
the prison attendants were very obliging of our requests, Ifowodo did
not ask to see his old cell. “I was satisfied with seeing the blocks
and yard. I can still picture the cell in my mind; the last room, a
small one, with eight of us in it,” he explained.

When asked about
the prison visit in the context of “homecoming,” his reply was a
slightly outraged, “Let’s not speak about homecoming please, not in
regard to prisons.” Nonetheless, the prison evoked vivid memories for
the poet, who observed that, “Its smell and feel came back to me; even
though I wasn’t able to look around extensively.”

Concluding about
the visit, the poet drew on the example of Nelson Mandela’s visit to
Robben Island, where he had been incarcerated for 18 of his 27 years in
prison. “A way of addressing a trauma is to revisit the place and the
moment in time. It is good to go back and look, with the eyes of
freedom, at the place where you were held on the unjust command of a
dictator,” he said.

Odes to the Delta

Ifowodo’s published
works are: ‘Homeland and Other Poems’, a 1993 ANA first prize winner;
‘Madiba,’ which includes a 27-sonnet poem about Mandela; and ‘The Oil
Lamp’, a 1001 line poem focused on the crises ridden, oil-rich Niger
Delta, where the poet hails from. On the cover photography of the last
book, showing gas explosions in the region, Ifowodo elaborates: “The
flares are dangerous, but in the absence of electricity, they are the
oil lamps of the Niger Delta.”

On the reason for
the precise number of lines in the poem, he responded with feeling, “In
1998, there were massive explosions of pipelines on Jesse. 1000 people
were officially said to have died. So I decided on 1001, to account for
the unrecorded deaths or those who were injured or maimed. I wanted to
revisit the flash-points of Ogoni, the flattening of Odi, and the Jesse
occurrence, and capture the excuses and rationalisations, falsehoods
and arrogance of government.”

Explaining what he
terms the accessibility (rather than simplicity) of the language and
style of ‘The Oil Lamp’, the poet said, “I do not subscribe to poetry
that sets out to be difficult, as if that is a mark of poetic genius.
Many simple poems are profound. We should not mistake accessibility for
simplicity and obscurity for profundity.”

Motivated to poetry
by life generally, Ifowodo gives his inspirations as “things that are
not as they should be, beauty, social injustice, and moments that make
you see something anew.”

Poetry is, however,
not all-sufficient for his need for artistic expression; and he is
currently working on his memoirs – an account of his run-in with the
State Security Service and his time in as a political detainee.
Excerpts have already been published in journals with titles like‘The
Travel Commissar,’ ‘My Own Room,’ and ‘Word Games in Prison.’

The seasoned poet
is also exploring fiction, having written a short story, ‘The
Treasonable Parrot’, which is expected to be published later this year
in a special African edition of AGNI, an US literary journal. Motivated
by this reception of his first fictional prose work, he commented that
“With the enthusiastic acceptance of ‘The Treasonable Parrot’, I am
going to publish the three fiction drafts I have,” he said.

Half the life of a writer

The poet describes
himself as “living half the life of a writer,” having spent the ‘other
half’ as a lawyer, an activist with the Civil Liberties Organisation
(CLO), a Ph.D student of Cornell University, US; and now, a ‘teacher’
of writing with Texas State University. He refers to his university
post as, “my day job, that which pays the rent.”

I asked about his
decision to study law in the University of Benin, following his
revelation that the discipline does not interest him. “I was not the
perfect Law student, but I could have been a good lawyer if that had
been my ambition,” he offers. His uncle, a man of science, had said to
him before he was admitted into the university, “Grammar won’t feed
you, get a profession!”

“Unfortunately, the
trouble was that I had no head for Science or Math. I was totally
seduced by literature,” recalled Ifowodo, who resorted to the
compromise of studying Law.

Intellectual activism

After a short stint
with a Law firm, Ifowodo joined the CLO, where he worked for 8 years;
researching, compiling and reporting human rights abuses in the
country, as well as advocacy and appearing occasionally in court for
pro bono cases. He eventually decided to singularly pursue his dream of
being a writer, though he’d been writing on the side all the while, and
had published a few works. Ifowodo enrolled for a Masters in Fine Arts
(MFA) programme with Cornell University, during which, according to
him, “I got increasingly stimulated and enrolled for a Ph.D.”

Activism resulted
in his status as a political detainee of Nigeria’s last military
regime, but now seems to have been put on the back burner. Ifowodo, who
had been involved in activism since his student days at the University
of Benin as a member of National Association of Nigerian Students
(NANS) and secretary of his school’s Student Union, reflected on the
shift: “I call it intellectual activism now; one can advocate change in
as many ways as possible. Distance is the major reason why I cannot be
involved as directly as I was. But I still do it in my writings and
whenever I have the opportunity to speak in public.”

Exile and homecoming

Author of the
famous poem ‘God Punish You, Lord Lugard,’ Ifowodo expressed an
intention to come back to settle in Nigeria, asserting that, “I never
went to exile. It’s not a matter of if I’ll return; it’s a matter of
when.” At my attempt to draw attention to the difference in the
standard of living in his hometown in the Niger Delta and his
residential town of Texas, both of which are oil-rich geographical
locations, he attributed the disparity in the evidence of oil wealth to
the ownership of the resource: government in Nigeria; private
individuals who would own their land, drill oil, and pay taxes to the
government in Texas. He also blamed the underdevelopment in the Niger
Delta on the “kleptocracy of government.”

During the
interview, which was interspersed with phone calls from Flomat Books
(the organisation hosting Ifowodo’s readings in Oleh and Warri on July
24 and 31 respectively), I gathered that the activist and lawyer would
be receiving a sort of hero’s welcome in his hometown. “My homecoming
in Oleh is looking to be bigger than I expected,” Ifowodo confirmed
expectantly. Hopefully, the experience might encourage him to return
‘home’ sooner, rather than later.

Ogaga Ifowodo reads in Oleh, Delta State, on July 24 and in Warri on July 31.

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A play of giants

A play of giants

To many Nigerians
and others across the world, Nobel Laureate Wole Soyinka is a mentor
and role model from whom they draw inspiration. Disciples and admirers
of the man also referred to as Kongi always seize every opportunity to
celebrate him though he rarely attends such events. The occasion of his
76th birthday on Tuesday, July 13, gave people an opportunity to
express their love for the poet, novelist, dramatist and pro-democracy
activist at the MUSON Centre, Onikan, Lagos.

It was an event
where veteran stage and film actors dressed as characters in Soyinka’s
plays walked the red carpet in honour of the defender of justice. The
parade preceded the premiere of ‘Preemptive’, written by Niyi Coker and
directed by Segun Ojewuyi as part of an international cultural exchange
programme and world tour. The play had earlier been staged in Barbados
and the UK.

Colourful parade

Though 76 artists
were hyped to feature, fewer than that number appeared on the red
carpet. Those that did, however, gave a good account of themselves with
lines from the plays. Actor and musician who has recently dabbled into
art, Jimi Solanke, appeared as Chief Erinjobi in ‘Camwood on the
Leaves’. Albert Akaeze, who played the blind beggar in ‘Swamp Dwellers’
in a National Theatre/National Troupe of Nigeria production of the play
last year filled the same role on Tuesday.

Actors Muyiwa
Odukale, Tunde Adeyemo, Taiwo Obileye and Olu Okekanye appeared as
characters from ‘Madmen and Specialists’. Academic and director, Tunde
Awosanmi, was Gudrum, the Scandinavian journalist in ‘A Play of Giants’
while Tunji Olugbodi was Field Marshal Kamini in the same play. Jane
Bryce, attired in a simple Ankara skirt and blouse was Segilola in
‘Kongi’s Harvest’ while filmmaker Tunde Kelani, holding an antique
camera, appeared as Photographer in the same play. Poet Uzor Maxim
Uzoatu was the frightful Forest Head in ‘Forest of a Thousand Demons.’

The first, second
and third prize winners of the essay competition held as part of
Project Preemptive, Gbenga Adeniji, Lawrence Wakdet and Emmanuel Ugokwe
also had their minutes under the klieglights, as did the cast of
‘Preemptive’. The crowd, comprising school children and adults had
their first glimpse of Rachel Hastings, Christopher Collins, Tania
Coambs, Bashal Evans, Racquel McKenzie, Kit Ryan and Cortez Johnson on
the red carpet before seeing them in the play.

Organisers of the
project, Z-mirage Multimedia Ltd, whose chief executive, Teju Kareem,
directed affairs from the background, saved the best for the last with
Soyinka’s ‘Death and the King’s Horseman’. Toyin Osinaike, who played
Ireke in Femi Osofisan’s English adaptation of D.O Fagunwa’s ‘Ireke
Onibudo’, titled ‘Adventures of the Sugarcane Man’ came on the red
carpet as Olunde. Wale Adeduro and Bisi Marinho were Mr and Mrs
Pilkings while Kelvin Ushi was Joseph. Editor, Guardian on Sunday,
Jahman Anikulapo, appeared as Sergeant Amusa and amused the crowd with
his twists and turns. He later engaged in a quarrel with Iyaloja
(Gloria Rhodes Nash). The icing on the cake was the trio of Kola Oyewo
(Elesin); Peter Badejo (Olohun Iyo) and Ojetunji Ojeyemi whose
scintillating bata dance steps elicited applause from the audience.

Loaded play

A networking
session at the foyer by guests including Dejumo Lewis, dressed regally
as an Oba like he used to be in ‘Village Headmaster’ and a real king,
the Fadesewa of Simawa, Oba Gbenga Sonuga, poet Odia Ofeimun, singer
Ara, Segun Sofowote and others preceded the staging of ‘Preemptive’.

As promised, the
play, written and directed by the two US-based theatre artists, infused
technology sensibly to add razzmatazz to a poignant story. The
beautiful and lush set by Bobbie Bonebrake was another plus to the
multi-thematic play set in New York and Zanzibar, East Africa.

Amongst other
issues, the loaded play which opens with a call to prayers by the
muezzin examines inter-racial relationships as seen in the life of the
African Ahmed (Cortez Johnson) and American, Vivian (Tania Coambs),
both trained psychologists in love and who are cohabiting. While the
duo sees nothing wrong in the set up, Uncle Ted (Christopher Collins)
feels differently. His typical Western mind can’t fathom a Black man
dating a white lady; talk less of an educated Black man.

He goes as far as
smelling the bed sheet to ascertain if Ahmed and Vivian have been
“shagging”. He is aghast when Ahmed tells him they are lovers and
rewards him with some blows. Ted also doesn’t believe that Ahmed knows
anything about computers. “Brother from East Africa, where did you
learn about computers?” he asks while interrogating Ahmed unlawfully.

Religion and corruption

Religious
intolerance, the cause of wars and crises across the globe, gets a
mention in ‘Preemptive’, with Uncle Ted’s equation of Islam with
terrorism. He describes praying in the Islamic way as a ‘terrorist act’
and contends that “praying in that Arabic shit makes people
uncomfortable.” Ted, displaying symptoms of a paranoid American wonders
why Ahmed didn’t return to Tanzania after his studies; why he is dating
an American; and why terrorists who are Muslims and who are promised
virgins in paradise, would hide explosives in their underpants. He is
further displeased that African Muslims have taken over the taxi
business at the airport, making getting cabs at the airport difficult
on Fridays.

Official
corruption, which the West makes noise about in Africa, is also present
in the US as what brings Ted, a retired police officer, to Vivian’s
apartment is to make her change her report on a case of police
brutality. Ted wants the police officer to change the report which
indicts some officers and which will likely affect the re-election bid
of the Mayor but Vivian will have none of it. When she asks him if he
wants her to lie, Ted replies glibly that it’s just “re-arranging the
facts.”

Expensive place

The breaking of
familial bonds occasioned by long sojourns abroad is also examined in
the play originally conceived in the summer of 2008 at a Black Writers
Lab at Indiana University, Bloomington. Twelve years away from home
destroys the bond between Ahmed and Aishatu (Racquel McKenzie), his
lover back in Zanzibar and Mama (Bashal Evans), his mother. The
alienating tendencies of technology, especially the cell phone which
Ahmed sends to Mama to enable them communicate better, is also
highlighted. Mama admits this when she says, “It’s supposed to keep us
together, why do I feel it’s taking him away from me?”

America, like a
number of migrants have realised, can be a lonely and expensive place
to live, like Ahmed tells his mother in one of his letters. The streets
are not paved with gold as some are made to believe and Ahmed
reiterates this in his first letter. “America is a very expensive
place; you have to pay for everything.” And all sojourns to America,
like Ahmed sadly finds out, don’t always end in joy.

Much has been said
of the warped justice system in the US and its bias against foreigners.
Sadly, things have become worse following the terrorist attacks of 2001
and subsequent attempts. Americans’ heightened sense of fear for
anything Islam or African following Abdul Mutallab’s December 2009
bombing attempt is highlighted in the play. Most importantly, the play
asks the question when is it right to engage in a preemptive strike
against a perceived threat which might not be there at the end of the
day?

What the audience have in ‘Preemptive’ is a great, haunting story
brought to life by skilled performers who used every part of their
body; expression, voice and gesture in the telling. Cortez, Collins and
Coambs, who have the major roles, are outstanding. But the others are
no pushovers either.

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