30 Oct 2009 |
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Finding a title for this piece was not so difficult. The challenge was ensuring that from the very beginning no one mistook the article for a biblical exhortation as in “Ranti omo eniti iwon nse”. (This is Yoruba for “Remember whose child (son) you are.”) That was the classical Sunday Sermon favoured by late Mr. Talabi (Baba) Esubiyi erstwhile teacher, Vice Principal and Icon of the famous Igbobi College Yaba for 39 years (1936 – 1975. He admonished us to remember that we were both children of God and of our natural parents and that that double heritage was one to be cherished and nurtured. A noble theme indeed, but no, this is not an epiphany of that sort although God help me, I wish it were.
I am focussing instead on the wonderful advance in the field of Medical Science in the area of Genetic research. It has been documented and the procedure is easily available in Nigeria now that makes It possible to tell from DNA (Deoxyribonucleic Acid) samples, the true paternity of a child with over 95% certainty. There are also tests to confirm the Mother, Grandparents, Uncles and Aunts, Siblings and twin Zygosity (whateverrr!). Not only is the test widely available at the major Commercial Medical Laboratories but it is now the topic ‘du jour’. This writer has been present at a forum where a former Health Commissioner in the State of Excellence held forth exhaustively on the topic. That in itself is expected, and is not unusual for an expert discourse. What was unusual to the onlooker was the vehemence and passion with which he spoke about, “another person’s child being given to you as yours”. One wondered at the origin of his badly hidden angst. Was he holding forth from an acquaintance’s experience or was it a shoe pinching testimony? Your guess is as good as mine!
The main aim of my writing this piece is to point out something that might have escaped us all. It is the fact that this new discovery, made available to the common man by way of proliferation of advanced technology is replicating the chaos that came with the Mobile phone revolution with advanced honours. What chaos you may ask, came with Mobile telephony? Forget the fact that the whole of Nigeria no longer needs to go and queue up at NITEL Offices to make local calls, or wait two hours to have your name paged to make an International call at the then NET House on Marina. With the arrival of the Mobile phone revolution also came the ability to send SMS, short messages that have completely revolutionized communication. You can unobtrusively send and receive text messages at a Board meeting without anyone at the table being any the wiser as long as your phone is in ‘silent’ mode. With this advent also came the syndrome entitled ‘Textual intercourse’. This is a situation where would-be or existing lovers exchange flirtatious or romantic text messages, some bordering on the erotic. This has completely revolutionized the art of the romantic chase.
What is germane here is that it is the discovery of such text messages by their ‘Significant Other’ that has highlighted the impact that Mobile telephony has made on relationships and marriages. One cannot begin to tell you the number of marriages that have been threatened or even broken down because of discovery of these text messages. All you have to do is open some of the Soft sell magazines being sold in Lagos to read how this Music Star or that Screen actresses ‘sexcapades’ were revealed by a carelessly undeleted text message. Even our Bonny Prince Charles of England is not left out with his ‘Chameleonic’ desire to transmute into a tampon. But that was then, now they have no cause for alarm (Apologies Femi Kuti).
In the past, a man’s peccadilloes (Pun intended) may not be revealed to his wife until the moment his earthly vessel was to be interred, by which time it would be too late for him to face the medicine. At the critical point of the Coffin being lowered into the grave, a hitherto hidden ‘spouse’ would hurl herself at it in ironic mirror imagery of the anguish of the known wife on the other side, of the grave. Meanwhile miniature male and female versions of the deceased sobbed away behind her, dressed in the family’s exclusive ‘Aso Ebi’, courtesy of a brother/sister ‘in the know’. These days, the mobile Phone is the tattletale that reveals ‘that which Baba was not supposed to hear’ to quote a Yoruba aphorism. We are facing an extinction of the graveside ‘denouement’. Men are confronted with the wages of their sin here and now and no longer just in the hereafter. Someone really ought to do a study of the sociological impact of mobile phones on the marital culture of Nigeria.
Moving on from Mobile Telephony, one of the other ways men found out before the advances in DNA research that they had been cuckolded was when a child would fall ill in early infancy. On examination he/she would manifest signs and test positive for some congenital disease or trait like Sickle Cell Anaemia when the supposed father is medically proven not to be a carrier of the gene. Albinism works slightly differently but can still be confirmed or excluded. The Divorce Court has also played its part in revealing the true paternity of children in a custody battle. Let’s talk in undertones about the celebrated case of a former Vice President. He testified in Court that he had merely been a ‘sperm donor’ in the divorce proceedings in which he had been cited as co-respondent and adulterer. Another Case was that of a now late Senate President who eventually married his lady love after siring several of her children while she was still married to someone else.
Despite all these examples, discovery was more of an exception than a norm. Who knows how many dynasties have been ‘sustained’ by ‘dashed’ children? All these will however pale into insignificance if DNA testing becomes widespread. Forget the mobile phone as a revelator, the DNA test is a potential annihilator of relationships/marriages/families/dynasties of the highest order. One example that readily comes to mind was the Pandora’s Box that was unleashed when the MKO Abiola descendants went through DNA testing. The purpose was to identify those truly sired by the great man and therefore were entitled to share in his Estate. The results were truly scandalous with a 20 – 30% attrition rate. Another example is that of the celebrated Musician son of a late Afrobeat legend who has had his progeny from his ‘Baby Mamas’ reduced by 50% from the number he believed he had before he sent them for DNA testing.
Just imagine a situation where numerous Nigerians take up the offer now being touted in an advert on a Cyber -News Omnibus, Nigeria2DayOnline, “Know the true father of your children” and avoid “training and paying for the Education of another man’s child”. Can you conceive of the chaos (bad pun) that such would bring? There would be utter bedlam and the repercussions would be widespread! It takes a certain kind of cold-bloodedness to foist another man’s child on your husband for life! But it has been done, many times in the past. An in-depth study of the psychology behind the deception would be an interesting read also. Where are the psycho-analysts?
To end this on an upbeat note, there is still some humour to be found in this situation in the popular truism that clearly explains the difference between the two words Belief’ and ‘Knowledge. ‘Knowledge’ is what you have without any doubt, that you are your mother’s child. It is indisputable that you came from her womb. ‘Belief’ however, is defined as your father being told by your mother that he is the father of the child. Only she knows the identity for sure, everyone else just believes what she says! That’s clear isn’t it? Until the discovery of DNA testing and its easy availability, we have never doubted that the man pointed to as our father is truly the one ‘who dunnit’. But today, DNA research can prove otherwise. It could even narrow down the ‘State of Origin’ issue and make nonsense of the ‘Shon of the Shoil’ politricks that holds sway in the political firmament today! Some day the fear of DNA Testing may actually supplant the fear of HIV Testing in the society.
So, coming back to the title of my piece, WHOSE ‘SON’ ART THOU - REALLY? Are you sure you want to know?
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