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A little over ten years
ago, I was a guest of the Emir of Kano, His Royal Highness Alhaji Ado Bayero
(CFR) at the historic Emirs Palace in
Kano
City. Actually, I accompanied an
associate whose father was a close friend of the Emir. I recall that visit with
delight for two reasons. One, it was my first opportunity of coming up close to
the inscrutable persona of the
Kano
monarch. Second, it was at the palace that I met the Emirs younger brother,
Engr. Dalhatu Bayero then Group Managing Director (GMD) of the Nigerian
National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC) who, unfortunately, passed passed away
late last month.
We had left the domestic
wing of the Murtala Mohammed International Airport Lagos that Monday afternoon
with all its hustle and bustle and arrived Aminu Kano International airport in
Kano about an hour and half
later. In contrast to
Lagos, the
Kano
airport was sparse and serene. Once out of the arrival lounge, we searched for
the man who was supposed to be our guide and who was directed to meet us at the
airport. Soon enough we found him but he spoilt our day: he said we should not
have come to see the emir during the sallah because the emir does not receive
non - Moslem visitors on such occassions. We tried to explain that we had an
appointment in writing but he maintained his opinion. Undaunted, we asked him
to take us to the palace so that, at least, we could satisfy ourselves that we
kept our appointment.
We rode into the city
taking in the scoured scenes, the leisurely pace of residents, ubiquitous
aliens, the flat roof patterns of the houses, and other chacteristics that give
Kano its uniqueness. When we
arrived at the gates of the palace we did not need anyone to tell us that a
celebration was in progress: hordes of men in flowing gowns, men on horses,
trumpeters, big men in turbans accompanied by followers and tall guards in
green or blue and red outfits complete with their own turbans. It was such a
busy and picturesque sight that we immediately began to see some sense in the
fears earlier raised by our guide.
Determined to try out our
luck anyway, we asked him to enquire the way to the office of the Palace
Secretary who signed our letter of appointment. We were promptly directed to
the office where we found the kindly looking old man and introduced ourselves.
He nodded knowingly and took us through a maze of rooms and passages to what
seemed like a waiting lounge. As we waited, I noted the ornately decorated
walls and imagined the wealth of visible and invisible historical data and
artefacts that must be contained within the walls of the massive palace. I also
thought of how expensive it must be to maintain such an expansive palace.
Soon the palace secretary
returned with another man and motioned to us to follow them. We went through
another maze of rooms and passages that made me loose my bearing. Passing
through what seemed like an inner chamber, we were ushered into a large regal
sitting room and, alas, sitting at the far end in majestic splendour was the
emir who is as recognisable as any familiar beacon in the Nigerian landscape.
Not expecting to be thrust into his presence so suddenly, we were taken by
surprise. We recovered quickly and followed the example of the man who came
with the palace secretary to pay obeisance to the great man. He shook our
hands, called my friend by his vernacular name and waved us to seats. As I
gingerly made for one of the few available seats, I noticed that most of the
men dressed in expensive flowing gowns were sitting on the richly carpeted floor
of the sitting room. Among them, I could recognise some important public
figures of the day. By the emirs feet on either side some men sat in uniform
outfits.
As the emir discussed with
my friend, enquiring after his family, I rehashed what I had learnt in
undergraduate history class about northern Nigerian history and about the man
before whom we sat. Born on June 15, 1930, Ado Bayero whose father Abdullahi
served as Emir before him was installed as the 13th Emir of Kano at
33 on October 15, 1963. Before his ascention to the throne, the emir had
acquired invaluable experience in the civil service. By his charismatic and
friendly disposition, he had made
Kano
a home like no other for people from various ethnic groups, various countries
and various persuations.
Before we bowed out of the
Emirs presence, he invited us to come back the next day before our departure.
Thereafter, he handed us over to his pleasant son, Sanusi, who went by the
title Sarkin Dawakin Tsakagida. The prince took us to his own house in the
heart of the old city and treated us to northern delicatessen.
The next day, a chauffer
from the palace picked us from our hotel and took us to the palace where we
were introduced by the emir to Engineer Dalhatu Bayero and his Polish wife. He
was simply dressed, soft spoken and invited us to his office in
Lagos.
Soon after we returned to
Lagos,
we visited Dalhatu in his office at the NNPC headquarters in
Victoria
Island. We arrived early. Later, the man arrived. As the GMD, we
expected him to arrive in the manner of a whirlwind like most men in such
positions. But we were pleasantly surprised when he arrived clutching his own
bag, taking the elevator with everyone else, and passing quietly without airs.
There were no intimidating army of protocol officers, security details, mobile
police guards, no siren, no nothing. It was unbelievable. Without much delay,
we were ushered into his office. At the end of the visit, he invited us to
visit him at home in his house.
One day, we decided to visit
Dalhatu in his house. A big surprise awaited us. His house turned out to be a
small apartment in one of the towers in
Eko Court
in
Victoria
Island. A three-bedroom flat without a boys-quarters? Our curiousity
got the better of us. We asked him if this was a rest house or guest house of
some sort. I can never forget what he said. He said he had lived in that flat
for many years before his appointment as GMD. With an understanding smile on
his face, he told us that his children were all grown up, that he lived alone
with his wife and that they had no need to move from that flat because it was
just sufficient for their needs. He explained that a bigger house would be
difficult for him to maintain. I learnt that when the NNPC headquarters was
moved to
Abuja, he was
compelled to move into a massive opulent house built by Julius Berger in
Asokoro. Evidently, this was a matter of protocol: the house served as the
official residence of the GMD of NNPC in
Abuja.
Many years later, Bayeros
successor as GMD, Gaius-Obaseki, became entangled in a controversy over a N500m
hotel bill which he allegedly incurred at Abuja Hilton. In asserting how
prudent he had been to incur such a low bill, Obaseki reportedly claimed to
be the cheapest GMD NNPC ever had! I laughed.
For a man born into the
royal family in Kano Emirate, who held certificates in chemical and petroleum
engineering, who rose with vast experience in the upstream and downstream
sectors to the apex of the oil and gas industry, Dalhatu lived an amazingly
frugal and simple life worthy of emulation. I will never forget what I learnt
from Dalhatu Bayero.
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Posted by Robot| 05.07.2008 11:47