30 Jan 2009 |
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This is ultimately a somewhat patronising, perhaps slightly silly effort at passing commendation. But I know where I am coming from, and I hope you will find the points to connect with me on the journey. Tuesday, January 22 2009 as I struggled to stay awake to catch some of the all too historic moments of the Barack Obama inauguration, live on CNN America, little was I aware that there was some bit of action waiting for me at the doorstep too. Oh well, its probably not as grand as having a first African American president. Here is the gist; I had been working on a video production, with respect to the Miss Uzoma project being championed by the NVS (www.nigeriavillagesquare.com) (http://tinyurl.com/dy95mz). Time constrains dictated that I delegate some of the work to a number of colleagues in Nigeria, but they could not upload the finished job toe me, due to Internet bandwidth constrains. And then, one within our team suggested that the quickest alternative to getting the finished DVDs was to get them in the post ASAP. Hmmm! Here is my immediate mental reaction “you are asking to get a “hard-looking, hard-feeling” item posted to you from Nigeria…/How long is that going to take…/Would it be worth the cost of DHL’ing it….” In one word, that sense of cynicism. One does not comfortably send a valued piece of item using NIPOST, I thought to myself. If you dare take the risk, someone is going to be a short distance away, willing to remind you of horror experiences from the past. There was a time in-between the 90’s that our postal system was simply notorious for disappearing parcels, not to mention the general perception of incompetence on many fronts. It was so bad, I remember, during the Gen. Sani Abacha days of evil, it was rumoured that state security agents was actually deployed with the sole mission of hijacking parcels meant for the United states, randomly destroying them, just so Nigerian applicants for the American Visa Lottery program could be denied any chance… For someone old enough to have experienced the fun, if archaic days, when the art of letter writing was taught at college, where seeking/finding pen-friends around the globe was a function of listening to BBC Radio shows via Transistor Short-Wave Radio, where there was an uncanny feel of thrill, maybe achievement, at merely holding a piece of item that took weeks or months to travel onto your hand, the role of a nation’s postal service is immense. It was a system that must functions partly on the basis of mutual trust, and then business tenets. There is an element of national pride too as the actions or otherwise of a nation’s postal service has a way of reflecting on perception, in the eyes of a foreigner as it concerns international mails & correspondence. Just imagine how central the Royal Mail is, to the whole notion of official business transactions, exchanging gifts and day to day communication in Britain but I am digressing. So, I bent down to pick the parcel. My immediate mental reaction again: “Iro ni! This is not from Nigeria… Seyi (the sender) didn’t inform me she posted it without insurance (we call it Registered mail), she hasn’t asked me for the thousands of Naira that will be needed to DHL it...” Again, that cynicism! This time around though, inverted. The sense of impossibility that rushes into your brain, in torrents, but powerful enough in quantity, to kill the best of optimism, as recently exemplified as one watched a tiny-shaped, certainly dark skinned Barrack Obama, standing in the midst of seeming losers of a crowd, daring to ask “make-me-president, America” just over two years ago.
Therefore, here is to all the staff, senior and low, of the Nigerian Postal Service; Thank you! For my parcel was postmarked 14th January and at the price tag of N120, delivered in one piece 6000miles away in just over a week. Fabulous! It was one post that made me re-examine the status of my preconceived, if helpless notion about the totality of the Nigerian project. In addition, I have got nothing but commendations for the measured professionalism that oozes out of NIPOST’s website http://www.nipost.gov.ng/. It is terrific! -to put it as football commentators are quick to declare when in awe of an awesome goal - to visit a Nigerian public establishment on the world wide web without being greeted with an oversized, and terribly misplaced photograph of the ‘Ambassador’ or officer in charge; Time which you have lost your original concentration so much as to as to need to hyper-crack your brain, re-focusing at the information you were seeking initially. However, the online post-code checker has been disabled for sometime, a very long time now. I remember the post-code system was introduced to the nation with so much fanfare and one suspects, at so much cost not too long ago. The promise to Nigerians as it were, was even more efficient mail sorting & delivery capabilities from NIPOST. The website remains a vantage point of keeping such lofty modern postal services feature alive. NIPOST should activate it with immediate dispatch. For one thing, many Nigerians are almost oblivious to the actual existence of the post-code system in Nigeria. One final shot. I find it apt to pay a citizen tribute to the memories of Alhaji Abubakar Musa Argungu – Nigeria’s late Postmaster General. I recollect reading his centre-page The Guardian interview with much cynicism, during the unholy days of emperor Obasanjo’s premiership. The man, whom I have come to respect, simply on account of the clarity of his intentions in the said interview had promised to revamp NIPOST’s operational level from near zero performance index; You have got to vividly see through his commitment, and sense of mission, at the time merely reading him. He promised a nationwide ‘deliver-in-72hours’ target for mails within Nigeria and I tell you what, it happened! A Nigerian high rank official promising society and actually making it work? At the time, it was rare. While it is even more exciting to conjecture Mr. Argungu’s reforms must have been so deep-reaching as to be institutionalised – the reason I got the post, in effect, the reason I am sending this post - one suffers a bit of disturbing agony, the recollection of losing such a reformatory success to one of those our , dare I say, ‘mostly-self-created’ but terribly unfortunate plane crashes. It must be a living pain, for his family, in fact, anyone at all, to have to remember such a tragedy alongside deep memories of a loved one. But I console them, that someone recognises value of some of his humble efforts, in the ultimate service of society… But the thoughts of just how much success purposeful leadership could effect, in the transformation of NIPOST convinces me, even if in advance, just how much transformation Nigeria could experience if and when we finally found the capacity to step onto the Barrack Obama-ic vista at the level of our politics. To quote Sonala Olumehnse in one of his, “still I dream”. In the meantime, NIPOST surely delivered the post…right on target. And it was fast safe and secured.
It may be sometime before I patronise the courier services... ‘Dapo Osewa.
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Turns out, America proves reckless cynicism wrong. Just as much as the brown envelope reminded me of the possibility, that is buried deep within; the everyday Nigerian soul. 


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