President Jonathan: Just Sit-Don-Dey-Look To The Uttermost
By Taju Tijani
Consider these aberrations: the power probe, the Halliburton probe, the subsidy probe, the conviction of James Ibori, the looting of public wealth levelled on almost all past governors and the freshly brewed bribery allegation against Farouk Lawan. Think of the infamous red carpet reception we gave to a famous People Democratic Party’s convict like Bode George. Think of the five star rehabilitation in a five star hospital which then amounted to jail sentence that we handed to a common crook like Cecelia Ibru who broke Oceanic bank. Again, think of the unjust importation of plea bargaining for most bank CEOs who abused public trust and stole billions of customers’ money. Think of the promise of a dazed, drunk and confused Sanusi Lamido Sanusi that all the corrupt ex-bank thieves like Mrs. Cecilia Ibru (Oceanic Bank), Mr. Bartholomew Ebong (Union Bank), Mr. Okey Nwosu (FinBank), Mr. Sebastian Adigwe (Afribank Plc), Mr. Erastus Akingbola (Intercontinental Bank Plc), Mr. Francis Atuche (BankPHB), Mr. Charles Ojo (Spring Bank) and Mr. Ike Oraekwuotu (Equatorial Trust Bank) will all be convicted and jailed. Think of the tongue-tied, sidon-dey-look and gross inaction to combat the horrible, lawless Boko Haram killings of innocent Christians. These are enough flesh-and-blood distillation of Nigeria’s social pathologies that would embarrass any number of less shameless nations. Ah...President Jonathan, just sit-don-dey-look!
That aside, what aggravates my anger is the prevailing cliché and silly insinuation that President Jonathan may contest for election in 2015. Unburdened by any restraint of shame, Jonathan and his errand boys are now speaking in a tart, power-drunk tone. He wants to continue in office beyond 2015. There is a kind of extravagantly embroidered deceit through his gift of crafty and manipulative creativity. This is a man who promised the Ndigbo of his support come 2015. Wither integrity? In the pool of South-South candidates available to choose from, we elected to buy into the lies of a shoeless, zoologist from the backwater alley of ogogoro-crazy Itueke. I have been tempted to see the 2015 ticket as a dreadful, fabulous, sweeping illusion. But with People Democratic Party (PDP) and its formidable tranche of stolen dollars, I am undertaking a rethink. However, before that doomsday scenario, it is essential to undertake an intellectual audit of Jonathan’s first year in Aso Rock. In the magnificence of our democratic deceit, the Ota bogeyman, Olusegun Obasanjo soiled his reputation through the obvious narrowness of his choice of our future leaders. First, he anointed Umaru Yar’Adua. Then Jonathan.
The moment Jonathan was elected; Nigeria’s political constellation was brilliantly polluted with one long darkening shadow of feral meanness of mestasised corruption and soulish nightmare. From the inception, there were many leaden doubts about Jonathan’s ability to tame a lionized nation like Nigeria. Still, in the opiate of our compassion, we allow him a level playing field to prove the cynics wrong. One year into his quadrennial mandate, Jonathan’s political flaccidity and nightmarish leadership has become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Now let us lance the boil a bit. Our infamy, delusion and miscalculation were the votes we gave to Jonathan. By that act alone, we all reduced our democracy to the narrowest stricture of empowering a lazy, posturing and clueless buffoon at the helm of power. In our search for a morning star, we embraced a flaccid, senescent, talentless, tacky, biddable and dithery Ijaw man who is incapable of simple, sentient articulation of robust and progressive national rebirth. Ah...just sit-don-dey look! Jonathan who was clothed in deceitful finery of past achievements as deputy governor of Bayelsa State has now morphed into the dumbest president Nigeria ever had.
He could not remake the much ballyhooed prowess of his old ability. There had been no flash of genius in his selection of ministerial advisers. In terms of mint-fresh ideas, Jonathan is as virgin as the Arctic zone. Rather, he is deepening a graft-driven feral culture that feeds mercilessly on our finite national cake. He faffs around Abuja in a sealed bubble of expensive, bomb proofed and darkened Jeep, seeing nothing, hearing nothing and doing nothing. Ah…Itueke journeyman, just sit-don-dey look! With his government, the old dignity of governance is set back at every turn by our ghastly aberrations enacted daily through the vulgarized counter cultural behaviour of our graceless, eccentric, flatulent and demented rat pack called politicians. It is frighteningly sad to see a rich nation like Nigeria swim in excrement of shame, inaction, stunted growth, debilitating poverty, arrested destiny and social logorrhoea. It is dead easy for the fragile, holy man of Abuja and his paid, co-opted acolytes to project a sordid fantasy of Nigeria’s greatness to a disbelieving universe. Such gobbledegook and roundaboutation of reality further insults, diminishes and disables Nigeria.
How can Abuja errand boys in the enthusiastic mould of Rueben Abati and Labaran Maku continue to defend the scattered remains of our battered dignity? Who will heal the tableau of our hurts, our searing shame? Even, in the seamless commemoration of our failure as success, we tend to see through the deceitful reflection of our greatness that is anything but great. How can we regain the co-ownership of our democratic renewal hijacked by PDP? Our greatest sorrow is the brazen meanness of sharing public treasure with arrogant impunity. Boy...just sit-don-they look! While poor Nigerians are in the coin of pain, our apparatchik, kleptocratic rulers pamper themselves in crispy, mint-fresh dollar notes. Ah…what a merciless, messy democracy! No more homage to truth; no homage to accountability, no respect for integrity and no homage to servant hood. We are all victims of expensive ruse called Nigerian democracy. Nigeria, an early bloomer in its manifest destiny, is now shovelled to the perimeter of irrelevance. Nigeria is now on assorted bar charts of any conceivable global misery indices. In Nigeria, there are no factory fresh political ideas beyond the symbol of our battlement: high corruption. The prevalence of corruption is the greatest threat to the peace of the realm.
And because its effrontery goes unchallenged, unconvicted and unchecked, it has finally become an accepted norm for public officials to feed illegally on the finite national cake. As we lament our plague of generational poverty, unemployment, crime and the whole host of attendant social pathologies that define the millennium Nigeria, there is yet no breathtaking therapeutic remission from any quarter. Why? The cavernous blind spot of Abuja dotard will not allow him to see the real yawning needs of Nigerians. Jonathan is the peacock that will not see the imprints of his misrule; his misreading of our national aspiration, his prisoner status in the purgatory of indecision and his inability to break free from the arresting power of his fruitcake acolytes who proceed apace with arrogant blindness. Ah…my people, just sit-don-dey look! Nigeria is today a land of pernicious social alienation. We live in a land of hybrid police state. The gulf between the rich, affluent Nigerians and the poor, pauperized others is another cavernous blind spot Jonathan is not talented enough to see.
We live in a society whose social matrix values material success far above integrity, honesty, contentment and moderation. The poor forgotten Nigerians are the legatees of Nigeria’s monstrous alienation and wickedness. Since our independence, there is no liberating insight on how to distribute the good fortune of this country evenly among the poor to encourage happiness, patriotism and inclusion. Daily, the overfed, fortunate elites defraud the labourer of his hire without regard for the notion of natural justice. Poor Nigerians have been deleteriously impacted and burdened by the social legacies of our merciless, messy democracy and governance inertia. Despite Jonathan’s catchy fulmination of combating corruption, it is on record that corrupt politicians have continued to replicate themselves like algae in warm swamp in his cabinet. In fifty two years, this nation that had a promising destiny had been configured so badly; it had been disinterred so morbidly into the pedigreed and the rootless. The pedigreed wrap themselves in the patriotic flag of undeserved privilege. But the rootless, the class where majority of Nigerians reside, have to wrap themselves in the bloody flag of their underclass, underprivileged heritage. Many brilliant intellectuals, geniuses, inventors, corporate rain makers are trapped in this mean, fatalist class of no hopers. They are trapped and sentenced to work the treadmill as okada riders, prostitutes, bus conductors, agberos, drivers, area boys, artisans, contract killers, phony pastors, seminar organizers, errand boys and garage touts. This is a country that has continued to muzzle every expression of talent of its own kith and kin. Ah…what a merciless, messy democracy! This is the unproud side of our history.
As a nation endowed and fitted to compete with the best performing nations of the world, we have lost the priceless fabric of probity, integrity, honesty, respect, accountability, diligence, natural justice, inclusion, patriotism, the care of the poor and universal goodwill. The universe sees ordinary Nigerians as rouges. With all intellectual and emotional force, I must say that our democracy is diluted, crude, unsound, unfocused and damn expensive. We practiced nominal democracy for moneyed, cabal class while our police force is on permanent auto pilot to brutalise and contained any sign of merest whimper. Our democracy is sold for money and maintained by money. We still accommodate the ill-gotten wealth of Nigeria’s criminal gentry masquerading as politicians. Ah…President Jonathan, just sit-don-dey look to the uttermost! Yes, to the uttermost!