Today is January 15. On a day like this in 1966, Major Chukwuma Kaduna Nzeogwu staged the first coup in Nigerian history. It took over thirty years before his best friend Obasanjo told the world what he knows about him in a book titled Nzeogwu. I have reviewed below and reached three important conclusions: 1) Youths who appear self-disciplined and daring should be watched closely. This is further confirmed by the recent unfortunate story of Umar Farouk Abdul Mutallab. 2) Though the January 15 coup did change the history of the country, it did not change any of the fundamental flaws in its composition or improved the quality of its administration. Nzeogwu's maiden speech would perfectly suit the listeners of today if a coup were to be staged. 3). Nzeogwu was simply a scapegoat. He was not alone. The complicity of even some northern officers who might have been working in tandem with some powerful figures in the region can clearly be discerned from the manner they spared and honoured the assassins.
I have since developed my doubts about the popular theories proffered to explain the sad event. His story is akin to that of Murtala, who suffered the same fate of betrayal of his principles. Incidentally, while Obasanjo was the closest friend of Nzeogwu when the latter staged his coup in 1966, he was as well the deputy of Murtala ten years later. And, as some said, he went into hiding in far away Maiduguri after the 1966 Coup, he also disappeared soon after Murtala was killed. Mhm.
I will be very glad if my readers would send me their well reasoned opinions on January 15. I understand that it means different things to different people. Though the atmosphere in the country remains the same if not more desperate, it is incapable of producing another Nzeogwu. Happy reading.
Parents, elders and leaders throughout history have had cause to keep an eye on a rare type of youth who has the capacity either to bring success or attract disaster to his people. Such youth tends to have a largess of candor, self-discipline, determination and other meritorious habits. If he will attract disaster, however, some blameworthy ones, especially exuberance and impatience, will escort these praiseworthy habits.
Nzeogwu, the biography of Major Chukwuma Kaduna Nzeogwu, written by his best-known friend, General Olusegun Obasanjo, makes an interesting reading in this respect. There could be dozens of hypotheses on January 15, 1966 coup. Many commentators, like Kirk-Greene in Crisis and Conflict in Nigeria I, said, "The truth will never be satisfactorily established", given the death of its chief actors. Many of those hypotheses were postulated not to explain, but to conceal the truth for sheer mischief in some intellectual-cum-political provinces. What cannot be disputed, however, was the role played by Nzeogwu, its principal architect. His published biography has given additional insights into the personal traits that led to the unfortunate event.
We are bound to believe Obasanjo in his narration, given the fact that he was the closest friend of Nzeogwu, and vice-versa. He gave us a picture of this young man, growing away from his roots in the South-east, among his parents in the new city of Kaduna. He attended a missionary school where he portrayed hard work, zeal, rectitude, discipline and so on. A lovely chap, in short. The same beautiful picture was painted to describe his carrier in the army: still hard working, amiable and disciplined. Even when women, cigarettes and beer were the habits of his colleagues, Nzeogwu exercised restraint, paying attention to his carrier, books and music.
What would, however, be relevant to the psychologist is any information that will give ÔÇśclues' to the emergence of a rebel, clues that will be cast against the background of social factors that obtained in Nzeogwu's environment, within the army and the Nigerian society at large. Fortunately, the book Nzeogwu has a lot to offer in this respect.
As a child, Obasanjo wrote, Nzeogwu "consistently showed his strong will and determination. When he fought his playmates he was always determined and never gave up, even against the bigger boys." I would say this is typical of most Igbo children. In his early school days, he was "very inquisitive and precocious. He would ask his teachers endless questions." Growing in neighborhood of soldiers during the Second World War, he came into contact with the army and became fascinated with them. "He began to gather his little admirers together, and with a rough wooden stick, he would line them up on parade and shout orders in a high pitched military fashion."
Later at Saint John's College, Kaduna, "he was nicknamed "major" for his soldier-like behavior." At this stage, the rebel in him started to manifest, glaringly. Not surprising, he was certainly not the favorite of his teachers. He protested against what he perceived as injustice. In the final year he was rusticated for leading a student protest against what one would consider a strictly official matter, an examination policy.
Another aspect was the contribution of the revolutionary literature he was exposed to as a teen. "He was fond of giving lectures on Marshall Tito and his guerilla activities in Yugoslavia during the Nazi era... Nzeogwu spent long hours in the library, immersed in the stories of famous peopleÔÇŽ" Elders and teachers are not usually impressed by such students, who fail to concentrate on what is relevant at school, who are in a hurry to pull the future nearer and faster than usual. I remember my father used to detest this habit in me at the university. No wonder the teachers at Saint John's were not impressed by this behavior from an average student. His classmates "thought him rather eccentric."
An "eccentric" Nzegwu was to manifest again in his military carrier. We were told how he refused to carry out an assignment as directed by his company commander, the late Brig. Maimalari. When Maimalari warned against disobedience without being specific, Nzeogwu confided in Obasanjo, saying, "You know he was referring to me but I have finished the work the way I believe it should be done and there is no need for change." But the rancour did run deeper. When Maimalari left them for Nigeria, Nzeogwu told his friend: "I know that our being together might have cost me my careerÔÇŽ"
Background and immaturity might have connived to accentuate detest in Nzeogwu's perception of his society. Unfortunately for Nigeria, other members of his privileged group of army officers shared this shortcoming. Thus, the country has for over three decades been held hostage by their inexperience. In Leadership and Governance in Nigeria, Dr. Mahmud Tukur said, "Reform, revolution and even rebellion have an aura of romance about them. They evoke excitement and enthusiasm in many hearts and minds ÔÇô especially the youthful and the inexperienced. The unfolding events of 1966 to date (1993) have amply demonstrated this."
Without skills in politics, Nzeogwu must have swallowed the propaganda of the media. Nowhere was this expressed than in his maiden address on January 15. He announced that "our enemies are the political profiteers, swindlers, the men in the high and low places that seek bribes and demand ten per cent, those that seek to divide the country permanently so that they can remain in office as ministers and VIPs of waste, the tribalists, the nopotistsÔÇŽthat have corrupted our society and put the Nigerian political calendar back by their words and deeds." Suffice it to say that in the decades that followed, his former compatriots must have read his rhetoric as immature. Let him rise from his grave and see in them the more profound expression of the very habits he renounced.
His inexperience has made it difficult for him to differentiate between the real and the fictitious. He thought, from his ÔÇśrevolutionary' scholarship and the few weapons at his disposal, that a revolution targeted at killing some "key" personalities in the regime will pave way to the establishment of a society that is "free from fear and other forms of oppression..."
It was unfortunate that Nzeogwu's lessons in practical politics started with this blunder and from the very day he made that speech. He must have been surprised at how the whole mission was interpreted as a tribal affair, emanating from the conduct of his comrades in the South, the group to which Obasanjo and his friend always shifted the blame of failure.
Out of the despair evoked by his comrades in the South, Nzeogwu, the ever self-confident young officer, started planning to invade the South. He was soon surprised again to learn that it is not possible as even Ojukwu in Kano refused to cooperate with him. The next four days, which saw him as a "local Brig", to use his own terminology, ended in surrender and retreat to safety at Kiri-Kiri Prison. The tone of the surrender was definitely filled with the characteristic smack of failure. He said: "We have pledged allegiance to General Ironsi on behalf of all men who were for some unknown reasons, referred to as ÔÇśrebels'. We feel that it is absurd that men who risked their lives to establish the new regime should be held prisoners. We wanted to change the government for the benefit of everybody else..."
Nzeogwu, for some reasons, was spared the brunt of the law though he did complain about the beatings meted on some of his comrades. He wrote Obasanjo, grumbling, "Koboko & bayonet wounds all over the face & body! It is terrible."
Our Nzeogwu, guaranteed of survival, suddenly took a gentle slide off the ÔÇśrevolutionary' track to become engrossed in the mundane, hoping to come out soon to enjoy the very life he denied others, barely a week earlier. Hence, he pleaded with Obasanjo saying, "Please look after my property & my car. At a later stage, I may want the car disposed off if I can get enough to pay off UDC & secure little profit." It was a station of pity, undoubtedly.
In the Sardauna and his policies, the North, the media propaganda and the craze for revolution sweeping across Africa then, there was enough impelling force in the society to ignite what Obasanjo called the "impulsive" Nzeogwu. This in turn resulted in the killings of innocent, mostly northern, senior military officers in addition to Tafawa Balewa, who, as contained in a condolence sent by Dr. Nkrumah, was "a life that might not have been intended as part of the price." For its sympathy, Nkrumah's condolence was rejected.
However, to me, the most surprising thing is how the assassins went Scott-free, despite appeals for an enquiry from personalities like the Sultan. (So, insensitivity of leaders is nothing new.) Nzeogwu and his colleagues were never court-martialed. Instead, they remained on government payroll and were set free after some few months of protective custody. They were allowed to communicate with their families and friends. Nzeogwu had even the chance to fight on the Biafran side until he was killed. What is still more perplexing was that the Federal Government, then led by a northerner, Gowon, returned his body to Kaduna and gave it the honour of a military burial. This guy, I concluded, must have done something grossly appreciating to both governments of Ironsi and Gowon! This act alone suggests that Nzeogwu was simply a tool in the hands of superior officers, including some northerners, who emerged as major beneficiaries of his action.
As a friend, Obasanjo refused to be critical in the biography. He tactfully avoided any direct condemnation or explicit support for Nzeogwu or his action, for obvious reasons. Nonetheless, three remarks would have been avoided because they contradict the good picture of Nzeogwu that the author laboriously attempted to paint in the concluding part of the book. In one place, describing his shock to the massacre in Kaduna, January 15, Obasanjo wrote: "I thought that even if thugs from Lagos and the West had invaded Kaduna, they would not have committed such an act." So, Mr. Obasanjo, was your friend worse than a thug? In another, he slightly exposed the weak side of his friend, saying, "of course, revolutions have a way of changing their leaders. In an attempt to survive, he (Nzeogwu) may have turned to tribal sentiments for succour and support." So, Obasanjo, do we take it that Nzeogwu died a tribalist? Lastly, as a last tribute, he said his friend "had a dream of a country free of graft and greed..." Yet, this same friend was "even thinking of one day building a hotel in Benin City!" So, in what way was Nzeogwu a revolutionary?
Well, it is a pity that while the impatience of Nzeogwu did not allow him to realize his petit-bourgeois dream, his colleagues in the army ÔÇô Obasanjo and co ÔÇô were ÔÇśpatient' enough to realize theirs. He only paved the way for them.
January 15, 1966 was undoubtedly the precursor of our unfortunate civil war. It caused the death of a million Nigerians and meted untold hardship to millions more, largely among our Igbo brothers. A stitch in time saves nine. We should endeavor to check the excesses of our youths who appear to be determined but "in a hurry." When Brigadier Ademulegun got wind of the coup, he promptly advised the Army Headquarters in Lagos. He described Nzeogwu as a "young man in a hurry who should be closely watched". It was too late. That might have cost him his life. Perhaps he did not know that the 29-year old was likely behaving with the approval of some of his seniors in the army. By this advice alone, the nation would have been saved the agony of the devastating civil war.
On 20 June 1966, Nzeogwu wrote Obasanjo requesting him to put a defence on his behalf against some inaccuracies in the reporting of Jan 15 events in Kaduna and his status in the army by the media. He said: "As you would appreciate, I am not out there with you to defend myself & so I expect you people to do so for me." Well, it took decades for his best friend to muster the courage to respond. But if its expectation was to improve the image of its subject, the book must have achieved only very little. This is so because public opinion on Nzeogwu has remained divided since January 15, 1966 without any significant cross-carpeting