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  • Is this who we are? – #EndSARS protests and matters arising

    What happened to a legitimate protest becoming a flood of criminality is still surprising to me. I am watching right now on Channels Television the litany of the terrible aftermath of the protests across Nigeria. The looting seemed coordinated; or it was a mere mob action that just continued unabated. The manner in which the looting was done seemed more like criminals taking advantage of a situation that was meant for good.

    What would one say is the connection between stripping a shopping mall of its goods in Lagos and a medical store of its medicines and equipment in Kogi State. What of tractors in Adamawa State? I just continued to find it all shocking.

    It all started with breaking into so called palliative warehouses after the Lekki shootings. Then it became an orgy of stealing and pillaging in a frenzy across Nigeria. The truth is that no matter the reason given, WHAT IS BAD IS BAD. Under whatever guise, looting is a criminal act. Let us assume that truly the palliative food stuffs were hoarded, the right thing to do is to call out the government and bring it into the court of public opinion until it does the right thing. But going and looting the food stuffs by the mob is STEALING and daylight robbery. This does not do the cause of the #EndSARS protests any good.

    This is the critical moment that the #EndSARS protesters would have shined forth, by coming out to disown this armed robbers hiding under the guise of a peaceful and well organised protests to steal and commit divers crimes. What this exposes is the fact that the protest appears to be a spur of the moment thing and does not have an organised leadership.

    Be this as it may, those organising the youths through the social media appeared to have dissolved into nothingness in the face of the looting. If this same group of leaders have also come out to speak strongly against the looters, I am sure they probably would have been able to halt this shameful activities of armed robbers pretending to be #EndSARS protesters.

    It is still not too late. Let the leaders that coordinated the first two weeks of the protests also come out to disown these people spoiling all the good works they did in the first two weeks and use the same social media to organise and get all the youths organise against the looters. This is because I will not like to believe that they support the shameful acts going on round the country right now.

    In the same vein, I will like to call on all the people that have gone to loot people’s things, please, have some shame and return the goods you stole. Remember that some of these people you stole their goods are also struggling Nigerians trying to make ends meet. What point are you making if you end the business of someone that just want to start in order to cater for their families? What help are you rendering to the protest of the youths if you are giving them bad public image as looters? This nonsense must stop if there is still any shred of shame in you.

    And as a citizen of this country, I do not expect that you will buy looted goods from these armed robbers. I am sure you are decent enough to not want to be a party to this looting by buying stolen goods. Seeing the pains of those whose shops were looted, some still paying bank loans, I am sure you will rather report to the police anyone trying to sell to you stolen goods. Indeed, this is the time to stand up and be counted by discouraging them from continuing stealing by refusing to buy their stolen goods and reporting anyone that you suspect is trying to sell to you stolen goods.

    What these looters have succeeded in doing is to show that the government officials that have been looting government treasury are just like them. They are shameless and have no conscience; neither do they respect decency. The truth is that two wrongs do not make a right. Looting and destroying public or private property does not amount to the right way to fight the ills in the Nigerian system. Indeed, showing a better example is the way to shame the looting government officials and their apologists.

    Now, let everyone of us take a side with the truth and decency by condemning the looting and at the same time encouraging the organisers of the protests against the ills in the Nigerian society to use that same structure to bring under control this hijack of its good intentions and taking a stand to continue to enjoy the public support it had at the beginning.

    On a final note, I will say that no matter how long we try to run away from it, we must speak as a people and confront our fears as a country. What is bad does not have another name but that IT IS BAD. The way Nigeria is structured now is bad and breeds injustice. We must address these issues and confront them so that we do not end up losing control as a people one day. The recent sustained protests and the aftermath showed us that.

    There had been different documents over time prepared to show our cracks. Let us be true to ourselves and face them and take far reaching decisions to tackle them. The 2014 National Conference is the latest and it is still gathering dust on the shelf. As long as we refuse to give a level playing ground to everyone in this country and walk in true justice, our cry for peace may remain in self deception.

    If Chile 🇨🇱 could do it by taking a referendum to do away with their constitution full of inequality, so can we. We need to decide that we want to now write our own constitution and not an imposed constitution where our ‘We the people …’ will truly be by WE the people. Any Nigerian government true to itself and sincere in wanting to serve this great nation will allow the Nigerian people create a constitution for themselves that will give everyone equality. It is only then we can move from potentially great nation to a great nation!

    God bless Nigeria 🇳🇬

    #EndSARS #longrichprof #omolaranwabueze #readywriter01 #PPP #endbadgovernanceinnigeria

  • Nigeria at 60

    Nigeria @ 60

    Nigeria becomes 60 today since it got its ‘independence’ from Britain. The question is: Is there anything to celebrate in a giant that has remained on the ground? Some may say yes and thus roll out the drums. After all, the low key celebrations by the Federal Government of Nigeria led to the drums and match past at the Eagle Square in Abuja today. If it were not low keyed, we would be flying high in the sky.

    Those that feel otherwise said Nigeria today attained retirement age and should thus retire and become ashes so a new nation or nations could emerge that would be active, vibrant and successful without the albatross called Nigeria today and the over-centralised federal system that holds diverse nations in its forceful grip.

    The question I will like our citizens of Nigeria to provide answers to is: what do they want? A nation created for them by the British or one that they created on their own. Indeed, an answer to this question is at the heart of all the struggles for secession by parts of the country almost from the inception of Nigeria’s statehood.

    How long can we continue to pretend we don’t know what are the true issues? Is it not possible to actually sit down, talk like civilised people and decide where and how we want to go in this country? Can we continue to hide our heads in the sound like the ostrich and claim all is well? It is time we tell our selves the truth and face our realities.

    Our solution may not be what others have done; we may have to cook it and serve it all by our selves – we have to become true philosophers and think through our situation and find our own answers. We may have to become our own prayer warriors and pursue on our knees the needed answers from God. We may have to become true artists and paint and craft our own future. We may have to become our own scientists and become the specimen to experiment our truth with. We may have to become our own technologists and construct our future as we want it to be. The yam and knife is in our hands – what do we intend to do with the two?

    Comment and let us have your views.

    It may be just the answer Nigeria needs to move forward.

    I take no sides but I crave practical answers to our national questions.

    HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, my country wo(men) and fellow citizens.

    Indeed, TOGETHER, we can find the answers – whatever those may be.

    #readywriter01 #princeofpeacepublications @laranwabueze

  • ‘Up NEPA’ – even now?

    ‘Up NEPA’ – even now?

    Yes, I know for some of my readers, this is a strange title for a blog post. However, for my Nigerian readers, it is a familiar expression. So, come, let me tell you the story of an adult that is still using baby feeding bottle at almost 60 years. What! Did you just say what? Don’t worry, I will be glad to fill you in. Maybe you will be able to help that overgrown baby to grow up.

    As a youngster, we love to play outside. And in those days, we really could. The only way you could fall prey of the bad guy is by collecting something to eat from a stranger. So, your parents warn you never to accept candy or sweet, depending on the side of the Atlantic Ocean you are from, from strangers. But the only scary thing for me personally is the dark. I hated darkness like ‘kilode‘. I must confess that it is actually fear I had for darkness. So, I would go to bed very early before lights out so that I would not see it when the lights get turned off. However, my dad could not understand that fear. Talk of the old, clueless way of bringing up children – those hard parents, uhn. It did us a lot of good, sha. We learnt discipline and respect for the elders.

    Anyway, back to my story; my dad would insist on putting the lights out once it was time to go to bed. I too would close my eyes tightly and hope the darkness would go away. However, once I could not sleep off through this strategy, I would be forced to open my eyes and start seeing all kinds of figures climbing up and down the mosquito net on our room window. At a point, I would start sobbing in self pity, but my dad would insist my mom should let me to stick out the darkness as he was watching over me to see what I was afraid of. I must add that this style did not solve the problem as I never out grew my fear of darkness until this my old age o.

    Anyway, this is to give you a background to my ‘Up NEPA’ story for today. So, your sensible next question is: what is NEPA, right? Don’t worry, I will give you an answer soon.

    NEPA is Never Expect Power Always, right? Yeah, I am just joking. Hahaha. I got you there. Anyway, by the reason of their operations, that appellation fits the acronym so well. If you always expect power in Nigeria, you are either staying in a bourgeois environment or you simply have become your own Local Government Area by providing your own power supply by yourself. If you are connected to the National Grid, you should know the full weight of NEPA in your life.

    So, the secret is out now. Yes, NEPA is the National Electric Power Authority! Yes, it was the agency that was saddled with the duty of providing electricity for Nigerians. However, you have to be living in a dreamland or have ‘long leg’ (privileged) in order to have power always.

    After some time, the organisation or government, whoever – thought the problem of the agency was in its name and changed the name to PHCN: Power Holding Company of Nigeria. And trust Nigerians, they found a way to cause the name to fit into the operations of the agency. It became, yes, your guess is as good as mine: Please Help light Candle Now because the Company is now truly holding on to power! Ingenuous Nigerians! I sincerely wish we can harness this our high wire intelligence to solve all our problems. Anyway, that is a topic for another day.

    Further down the road, the government decided to unbundle the organisation, citing high level corruption. People got the sack and this time, there were many names such as AEDC, BEDC, EKDC, IKDC, etc. that grew out of the PHCN. However, the problem remains the same. So, are you surprised that the original name has refused to go away?

    Nigerians love that name. But much more, they hate the darkness. So, involuntarily, whenever the power gets cut, everyone is downcast. Power generator boomed – its business took on a life of its own. And a cabal seemed to have taken over the soul of electricity supply in Nigeria. So, the terror of the generator noise every evening seems to be the beginning of wisdom. Anyway. let’s go back to Up NEPA.

    The involuntary dip in mood that Nigerians experience when there is power cut also leads to an involuntary response when it gets restored. Yes, you are right. The response is always the same: Up NEPA! Hahaha!! Crazy, right? Yes, it is really crazy because from one end of the street to the other, from a toddler to the ancient centenarian, the response involuntarily is always a scream of ‘Up NEPA’. You can imagine the whole frustration experienced by Nigerians to involuntarily release such a seeming admiration of dead NEPA when wanting to express their excitement about the restoration of power. This is what is taken for granted in sane societies. But in Nigeria, you have to be watching out with one part of your mind if power would be available to do all you plan to do or if you will get thrown into sudden darkness due to ‘Down NEPA’. So, NEPA has remained because it is a problem that has refused to go away.

    Up NEPA is thus not a compliment but a cry for a persistent problem to be solved in the life of a giant neonate, even in this 21st century when people are talking of 5G network in other climes. Who is going to help her? Do you have any idea? Please, post in the comments section your take on how to solve this 20th century problem lingering into the 21st century.

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    Thank you in advance!

    @LaraNwabueze.

  • TRUST and QUENCH

    “I said I can’t go on with the relationship,” reiterated the boy, trying not to look at the girl sniffing and sobbing.  “Is it by force?” His voice was now firmer and more decisive.

              The girl looked up at his stiff figure, which was moving jerkily and restlessly about the room.  Now he was beside the table rearranging the books on it and the next time he was sitting on the arm or at the edge of a chair. Big diamond drops of tears rolled down her face.

              “Laide,” she mumbled, “so now you can’t…you can’t…go on with…with the relationship?” Her voice was very small.

              “No, Tade, I can’t,” Laide answered, still not looking at her.

              Tade cried some more, harder.  The more she cried the more uncomfortable Laide became and the guiltier still.  He knew he was the one causing her all this heart-rending sorrow with the type of decision he had just informed her of.  But he had to stick by this decision if he didn’t want his programme for his life to be disrupted.  Tade spoke again, pathetically:

    “So, it’s now…now that you realized I… I… am pregnant…that you… can’t go…on with the…relationship, ehn … Laide?” Her voice ended on a broken note. Her shoulders were heaving with the heaviness of her sad burden as she sobbed uncontrollably.

                But she got control of herself.  She sniffed and rubbed the tears off her face, trying to steady her voice. “Laide I need your help now more…more than ever before,” her voice was almost breaking. Then, she took a grip of herself once more. “Please, don’t make me beg you for it.  Just remember the good times we had together,” she pleaded, her voice virtually inaudible as she makes to go down on her knees.

              “And please, don’t let me be harsh on you, Tade,” Laide told her brusquely, his face contorted into an angry mask.  “I’ve been trying to think of what this may mean for you but you should also realize that if my father ever hears about … (pausing meaningfully) … this I am not likely to finish my SSS cert.  I can’t take such responsibilities on right now.  I must consider myself first.  Moreover, you are not a baby so you should have known how to prevent getting yourself into this mess in the first place,” he finished on a contemptuous note. His eyes were spitting fire, telling her she can’t drag him down with her.

              Tade’s kneeling movement was arrested. She was shocked by this self-righteous speech to say the least. Her tears were now almost dried as she looked at him with new eyes.

              “I’m surprised at you too, Laide.” Her voice was shocked and much steadier.  “I’m surprised you can vomit those sorts of blasphemous things out of your mouth to me.  I thought…I thought the only way I could prove my love for you was…was by giving myself to you.”  She almost choked on the last bit.

    He had the grace to look sheepish at this.

              “And Gullible of Gulliverland that I was too,” Tade resumed, “I took your words at face value.  I gave you my innocence…” her voice ended on a sob, breaking her resolve. Then she shook her head and took hold of herself. She angrily brushed at her wet eyes as she continued accusingly, “…trusting my life into your hands and my future – my life, Laide, and my trust. That night you took me, you promised me both heaven and earth while you took me.”  Her accusing eyes really pricked his conscience.

              “Well, what would you have had me say that night?” he returned defensively. “That should you be stupid enough not to be able to take care of yourself, I would not be held responsible?” he continued. His voice was also rising. “Well, you were not likely to have given yourself to me so gladly. So, don’t try putting on that act on me.  I loved you but I can’t help you now.  My life is at stake here…” he started on a self-righteous note.

              “And mine is not,” Tade cut him short.  Her voice was very curt, a cutting whiplash. Laide winced at the razor-sharp, cutting tone of her voice. “My own father is not likely to kill me and my schooling not disturbed, abi?”  She got up and stood at her full, just budding height. Her face was a study in determination.

    She was quite a pretty girl.  Her shoulders were no longer drooping.  She realized she had to be strong to face the consequence of her rash loving and trusting.  “Thank you very much, Laide, I’m not likely to ever be this stupid again; trusting and loving wantonly.  Thanks very much for being a very impressionable teacher.”  She walked out of the room, her head held high.  She was ready for anything.

              Laide stood transfixed in the same semi-standing position, looking, staring at the aperture through which she just vanished, his stance as if to follow her.  Then he shook his head.  He couldn’t risk what his father might do if he ever discovered this secret in his life.  She had to find a way of solving the problem on her own.  He couldn’t risk his future for anything.  He sighed deeply and admitted to himself that he was not strong enough; he was not man enough.  He had let Tade down.  Anyway, he shrugged; a man is allowed to be weak sometimes after all.

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