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If two children, presumably boys, grew up in a cupboard (without outside contact and not contaminated by any culture) at the foot of a mountain range, there is likelihood that by adolescence they would have developed different traits. Our own Ojukwu was alleged to have told this to his friend, Fredrick Forsythe, and his assertion was that one of the boys, most likely, would have climbed the mountain, at one stage, to find out what is on the other side of the mountain range. The other, meanwhile, and most probably, would have erected a shrine at the foot of the mountain to worship that mountain. The one that did not climb the mountain, at best, would take a tortuous route to circumnavigate the mountain range in an attempt to get to the other side. Ojukwu did not clarify who these two children represent, but your guess is as good as mine. However, one can easily postulate that the one that did not climb the mountain could have been a Nigerian, at least. In
my community, we seldom climb mountains; instead, we go around obstacles; no
matter how inconvenient that might be. As I grew up in
There
is no telling, we could drive this style of deregulation to the next level and
become the symbol of generation-next in communal living. The rest of the world
would then have no choice but to copy us. Who wants to wait for buses or trains
at bus stops or stations that arrive at specific times and go in a particular
direction – too regimental - when one could mount a commercial bike at any
point that could be asked to go in any direction? What freedom could be higher
and bliss? Two guys, one Briton and the other French, once had an argument on
the virtue of their respective road traffic systems. The French derided the way
the British drive; on the wrong side of the road, while the French drive on the
right side; but the Briton argued it is just the left side of the road. A
Nigerian intervened and ridiculed both of them – pioneering what freedom could
mean. In
When it was fashionable to seize power by force through the barrel of the gun, we where not left behind. Those who sacked the past rulers made sure they outdid those they ousted for whatever ills their predecessors were accused of. As the wind of democracy blew our way, we embraced it, but refused to climb the mountain to make the votes count. Who says the votes must count? Our freedom is to vote if we want to and their freedom is to count the vote if they like. To circumnavigate the obstacles of counting of votes, we even set up electoral tribunals before the elections took place. Which goes to show that we knew the elections would be rigged. Why climb the mountain to prevent rigging, when we can circumnavigate the process by judicial process. As the TV cameras stared relentlessly during the recent presidential election tribunal judgement, one could easily be misled into believing that it was a joint session of the bar and the bench. The tribunal hall was a sea of wigs and gowns – a symbol of the rule of law. My vote at last, as expected, did not count, and was rule out. Nigeria
has gotten to a point where doing it the rest-of-the-world way, would spark up
a revolution. The revolution will not be precipitated for failing to fix the
ills but by attempting to eradicate the ills. So, it might be better to let
things be as they are and play the usual rhetoric of fixing things. That has
always given us hope. Try and imagine what would happen to the economy, if one
day the electricity supply becomes steady and uninterrupted. No, it’s not what
you think. What become of Zenon and a host of diesel hoarders could stir
up an mayhem. What would become of the economy without generator importers?
What are we going to do with over twenty million electric generators already in
‘If
you have a stomach for a revolution, try and climb the mountain to fix the
underdevelopment in a place like
It
is a beautiful country inhabited by beautiful people. See how we love our
Ghana-must-go bags. Why fix the pothole when we can drive around it. If it
becomes a gorge, we slow down and move on. We set fires to our markets so that
we can trade on the streets. Why make your vehicle roadworthy, when cheaper,
you can bribe your way through. If eventually you have a breakdown, why push
the vehicle to a side when other vehicles, including those in authority, can
drive around it. Why bother not to hurt other people, when the pastor or the
imam is ready to argue your case before God, for a fee of course. It has been
confirmed that we are the most religious in the world; you can be sure why.
But,
on the other side of the coin, is what happened lately.
It
was the Paris born, English author, W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965), who was
reported to have given up medicine for writing, that said, ‘It’s a funny
thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often
get it.’ The people of
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