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ENDSARS: Fresh stench from Sanwo-Olu’s mass grave (2)
Tunde Odesola
(Published in The PUNCH, on Friday, August 4, 2023)
Doublespeak and reverse psychology are manipulative communication techniques used to deceive the unwary. When you take these techniques to court before a sound judge, they may not work because you may be told to call a spade by its name. A spade is not a rake. Clarity and understanding are the heartbeats of communication.
In law, to approbate and reprobate means to accept and to reject in the same breath. Latin wraps it succinctly in a maxim, “quod approbo non reprobo,” meaning, “That which I approve, I cannot disapprove.”
Let’s quickly visit Mr Glutton to illustrate how the Lagos State Government is approbating and reprobating in the controversy emanating from ENDSARS killings and mass burial of victims.
The brain of Glutton is in his stomach, a moveable e-shrine. His mouth is faster than his feet. Yam on fire. Ogbono aroma purifies the air. Mortar and pestle at the ready. Pepper grinds, oil fries, meat boils; mouths salivate. Ogbono soup set to serenade pounded yam. But impatience gets the better of Glutton, who says, “Isu ni ma je, mi o je iyan.” “I want to eat yam, not pounded yam.”
Just as a table was prepared before David in the presence of his enemies, a plate of steamy yam is set before Glutton. “I need some palm oil and a little salt, no fork,” he said. Each yam went down his throat with the tick of the clock.
Afterwards, the familiar sound of the pestle crushing yam inside mortar overcame the noise of the generator and the whirring of the refrigerator. Soon, white, spongy and lump-free pounded yam is ready.
Mr Glutton, “Ah, this pounded yam looks soft and inviting. Is it not nutritious? I don’t want yam again. I want pounded yam.”
Suuru, who had exercised patience while hunger raged, says, “Never, you can’t eat your yam and have it; you have eaten yam, you can’t eat pounded yam.”
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The month of October, the year 2020 was a season of political correctness. Lagos State Governor, Mr Babajide Olusola Sanwo-Olu (BOS), who had sharply condemned the deployment and presence of soldiers at the Lekki tollgate, later danced ‘Palongo’ to the martial music played by the military high command, saying nobody died at the tollgate.
I add a little ‘s’ to BOSs because the actual BOSS of Lagos is currently on a four-year working vacation, foraging for greener pastures on the rock.
Questions: If nobody died at the tollgate, why did BOSs vehemently distance his government from the deployment and presence of soldiers at the scene, initially, saying, “This is totally against what we stand for.”? Why distance your government from a patriotic intervention — if the soldiers’ blitzkrieg at Lekki was one? Or, was Sanwo-Olu not happy and proud that the soldiers had professionally quelled the stupid riot? Why pretend as if you knew nothing about the deployment?
To buttress the lie that nobody died at the tollgate, the state government said if any family lost their beloved ones, they should produce their corpses for the world to see. This line of defence was parroted by the lowly, and the high and mighty within the ruling All Progressives Congress, who stressed that as no families produced relatives killed at the tollgate, it goes without saying that nobody died at the tollgate.
Ida ahun ni a fi n pa ahun. The tortoise dies by its own sword. Lagos State Government falls on its own sword, too. Defending the mass burial of the 103 corpses allegedly picked up in different parts of the state during the ENDSARS riots, Lagos State says no family members came forward to claim the corpses of their loved ones, adding that it placed paid advertisements in some leading national newspapers and conducted DNA tests on the corpses.
If nobody came forward to claim any of the 103 corpses Sanwo-Olu said were picked up in various parts of Lagos, is it surprising that no family members came forward looking for the corpses of any of the protesters shot dead at the Lekki tollgate? And how do you expect the bereaved to produce the corpses of relatives and friends after the government had packed the corpses and cleaned up the entire scene?
The switching off of the lights and the cameras at the tollgate was a signal for the grim reapers in khaki to move in and feed the protesters to their bullets.
Like the idiots they think we are, let’s swallow the government’s lie that the lights and cameras were turned off to dissuade innocent protesters and make them go home. Was the tollgate cleaned in darkness after the killing? Where is the video of the cleaning? Nigerians deserve to see how the tollgate looks before and after the bloodbath.
That nobody came forward to claim any of the 103 corpses is an indication that Nigerians in general see the federal and state governments as the problem of the country rather than the solution. It’s the same notion people have about government institutions such as the police, military and DSS; Nigerians avoid them to maintain their sanity.
The apathy to death and its news shows that the people are tired of death daily stalking the living on Lagos streets, harvesting unlucky Lagosians at the mercy of terrible hospitals, roads, pharmacies, crises, cutthroat taxes and bad policies.
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In his statewide broadcast after the shooting at Lekki tollgate, Sanwo-Olu gave a seven-day rundown of the riots across the state, starting from October 13 to October 20, 2020, mentioning Ikorodu, Ajeromi, Ilasamaja, Ebute Meta, Adekunle, Fagba, Ogba, Ajegunle, Tin Can Island port as the flashpoints of the riots. Nowhere in his speech did the executive governor say anybody died anywhere across the state. Is that a product of amnesia?
The leaked memo on the ENDSARS casualty figure was what gave Nigerians an idea of the outrageous number of people who died during the riots. The names of the dead, dates and places of burial weren’t contained in any speech or advertisement by the government.
Last Sunday, I visited the State of Texas Capitol located in Austin, the state capital, free of charge. Taller than the United States Capitol in Washington, the 308-foot-tall building houses the Governor’s Office and the legislature. It also houses an Appeal Court and a Supreme Court, both of which are open to members of the public. Visitors are allowed during weekdays too, with tour guides ready to answer questions. The capitol has a staggering $75m underground extension completed in 1993.
As a PUNCH reporter, I covered both the Lagos State Governor’s Office and the Lagos State House of Assembly simultaneously over 20 years ago.
The Texas Capitol belongs to the people. The Lagos Capitol belongs to rulers. One capitol is for service, the other is for propagandists. One capitol protects the other neglects. One governor is Greg Abbot, the other is Babajide Sanwo-Olu.
The openness and caginess of both capitols reflect the importance each attaches to information and service. With the renowned penchant of Nigerian governments to reduce the number of casualties during calamities, the 103 number of corpses adduced by the Lagos State Government is most likely to be a ballpark figure. I fear it could be a political figure. The casualties could be thrice the 103 figure.
For more than three years, a faulty elevator in a Lagos State government hospital was neglected until it killed a young female medical doctor, Vwaere Diaso, plunging her to death from the ninth floor. The negligence can only happen in Sanwo-Olu’s Centre of Excellence.
Oluwashindara is the daughter of my secondary schoolmate, Oludayo. She is a fresh graduate of Kinesiology, at Lakehead University, Thunderbay, Ontario, Canada. Upon hearing of Diaso’s tragic end, she sent this text to her mom, “A young girl who only had two more weeks to finish her housemanship and become a full MD died at a General Hospital inside of a faulty elevator. Honestly, I never knew this girl, but my entire Twitter is always full of recent medical school graduates and I always like their posts because I feel motivated by them. Seeing this girl’s passing really has me in tears.
“As much as I know I should be grateful that I’m not there (in Nigeria), and (that) you (her parents) have done so much to offer me and Ire (elder sibling) this opportunity, I feel so closely tied to that country and a death like this makes me realise that could have been me, or anyone of my close friends.
“It’s a shame what the country has become.”

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Ortom and His 23 Cars’ ‘Bonus’, by Dele Sobowale

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Ortom and His 23 Cars’ ‘Bonus’, by Dele Sobowale

“As I talk to you, after I left office, vehicles that were given to me legitimately by government, this government went and seized them in a manner that was not befitting.” – Former Governor Samuel Ortom of Benue State

Last week, former Governor Donald Duke of Cross River declared that military rule was, in many respects, better than civil rule since 1999.

I cannot agree more.

I had the privilege of visiting about seven former military governors before 1999.

No military governor had up to 23 cars assigned to the Governor’s Office or residence.

By contrast, since 1999, a civilian governor with only 23 cars in the office alone would be regarded as extremely prudent.

Many have 50 or more.

Ortom’s 23 cars have triggered a dispute. Governors, on their way out of office, routinely take what they deem as their entitlements and thus render their states poorer than they met them.

Most commentaries on Ortom’s 23 cars have been superficial.

The impression they have created is that only 23 cars were taken away.

Nothing can be further from the truth.

Ortom was not the only beneficiary of that largesse.

It is quite possible that over 100 cars were taken away as parting gifts – with Ortom’s approval – as I will explain shortly.

Ortom revealed the hidden truth by saying, with a straight face, that the vehicles were allocated to him and other members of his administration through the State Executive Council, SEC, after they had been used for more than four years.

It was the worst defence for an assault on public funds ever uttered by a former official.

It provided a window into the minds of top government officials everywhere – irrespective of political party affiliation.

Every State Executive Council, SEC, comprises the governor, the deputy governor, the Secretary to the State Government and commissioners.

All the others are selected or appointed by the governor and, with the exception of the deputy governor, can be removed from office.

In other words, the SEC is created by the governor and can take no independent decision of its own.

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It is not an autonomous body.

Stripped of the subterfuge surrounding it, the decision to allocate 23 cars to Ortom amounted to the governor deciding to go home with the cars and getting his echoes in the SEC to endorse it.

Ortom, inadvertently, disclosed that more cars than 23 were driven home by his government officials when he claimed that the SEC allocated the vehicles in dispute to him “and other members of his administration”.

Since “the other members of his administration” start with the SEC, it stands to reason that the deputy governor, the Secretary to the State Government, all the commissioners, the Chief of Staff, several Special Advisers, heads of state agencies, etc., were also allowed to go home with cars declared over four years old – even if by one day.

Nobody has documented the number of cars Ortom and “the other members of his administration” took away. Over 100 vehicles might be involved.

That leads to the next question because it strikes at the heart of why poverty is increasing in Nigeria.

IS A CAR FOUR YEARS OLD READY FOR THE JUNKYARD?

Most Nigerians known to me, including those driving corporate official cars, are driving vehicles more than five years old.

Mine is 12 years old and can still break the speed limit anywhere in the world.

I also own a LAGRIDE taxi, now four years old.

The Chinese-made car was offered four years ago at N4.8 million, with a down payment of N1.82 million and the balance to be paid in instalments. Today, the car costs N25 million new, and offers have been made to buy my used one for N11–N13 million.

Obviously, when any government gives away, at far less than market value, to departing officials, the public loses.

Ortom’s 23 cars, as well as the others allocated to members of his administration, would have fetched almost five times what the officials paid for them.

To put the matter in perspective, Benue State would have to pay nothing less than N6 trillion just to replace the vehicles.

Left untouched is the question: What else was taken away – furniture, generators, air-conditioners, borehole pumps?

Outgoing officials are never satisfied with taking cars with them.

“Laws grind the poor, and rich [as well as powerful] men rule the law.” – Oliver Goldsmith, 1728–1774

The other half of his self-defence concerns the legality of the allocations.

That the law is an ass has been well established; so is the fact that what we often call law might be injustice codified.

Strictly speaking, everything Abacha did was supported by laws passed as decrees. Justice was never considered.

Civilian governments also make laws which are inherently unjust to the masses.

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The regulation allowing some public servants appointed by the governor to take away very useful public properties cannot be regarded as equitable, given the fact that those who served for 30 or 35 years cannot take away a single pin without being prosecuted.

What exactly does an outgoing governor want to do with 23 cars?

MEANWHILE, GOVERNOR ALIA SETS BACK DEMOCRACY IN BENUE

Governor Hyacinth Alia, a Catholic cleric, honourably fought for justice by having the 23 cars taken away by Ortom retrieved.

It is not clear whether other cars allocated by Ortom’s SEC members were also seized.

If not, the measure would appear personal and discriminatory.

It would appear to be partial justice and tainted with vendetta.

Frequently, individuals transiently invested with near-absolute power, like Nigerian governors, cross the thin line between the divine and the ridiculous within a short time.

When Alia, for the second time, blocked Peter Obi from moving freely about in Benue State, he betrayed democracy and the Constitution of Nigeria he swore to uphold.

He failed the democracy test. He even failed the test of advanced education.

His tenure is limited by the Constitution. Obviously, he will become an ex-governor one day – without armed escorts to protect him and clear the way.

He has established a precedent which will make it legitimate for any governor in Nigeria to block his right of passage.

Two examples in Nigerian history should serve as a warning to Alia.

Military Head of State Obasanjo passed the decree under which General Gowon would have been executed in 1976 – if Britain had not granted the deposed leader political asylum.

The same decree, with slight amendment, was used by Abacha to nail his former boss.

He was saved by divine intervention.

Malam El-Rufai, as governor of Kaduna State, had critics living in other states arrested, brought to Kaduna State and detained without bail for days – before media protests got them released on bail.

Today, El-Rufai is in detention by the DSS and ICPC, without bail for almost six months.

The same media, held in contempt by El-Rufai, has now undertaken the campaign to get him released.

As one of our founding fathers, Dr Nnamdi Azikiwe, reminded us before passing to eternal life: “No condition is permanent.”

Governor Alia should climb down from his high horse and apologise to Obi and Nigerians.

 

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2027: Competence, Not Zoning, Should Decide Nigeria’s Next President — Imasuagbon

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Nigerians should look beyond ethnicity, region and the longstanding debate over rotational presidency when choosing the country’s next leader, according to a chieftain of the African Democratic Congress (ADC), Kenneth Imasuagbon.

The former Edo State governorship aspirant said the priority ahead of the 2027 election should be finding a president with the ability to confront Nigeria’s economic, security and infrastructure challenges.

Speaking to journalists in Benin, Imasuagbon argued that presidential rotation is not a requirement of the Nigerian Constitution and should therefore not outweigh the question of competence.

He said voters should be more concerned about replacing poor schools with better ones, improving healthcare and addressing hardship than debating where the next president comes from.

Imasuagbon specifically appealed to voters in the South to support former Vice President Atiku Abubakar, who is contesting the 2027 presidency on the ADC platform.

According to him, Atiku has demonstrated the experience and determination needed to improve the country, describing the former vice president as someone capable of promoting national unity and fairness.

He also accused the Bola Tinubu administration of worsening economic pressure through policies including the removal of fuel subsidy, while expressing concern about the condition of roads, electricity and other infrastructure.

Imasuagbon argued that the next administration must focus on practical improvements in areas such as power, transportation, employment, security and public services.

The ADC chieftain also dismissed the idea that the ruling All Progressives Congress (APC) would automatically benefit from its incumbency advantage in 2027.

He maintained that the electorate ultimately determines the outcome of an election, arguing that voters could change the political direction of the country if they were determined to do so.

Imasuagbon further criticised what he described as regional and ethnic considerations in the distribution of political appointments and opportunities, insisting that the next president should give Nigerians across different parts of the country a sense of belonging.

His comments come as political parties and their candidates intensify preparations for the 2027 presidential election.

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Lesson from Dotun Oladipo’s Brave Daughters, by Bamidele Johnson

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Lesson from Dotun Oladipo’s Brave Daughters, by Bamidele Johnson

 

I hope to grow old. I want to see my kids become real adults, find their own feet, make mistakes, recover from them, and perhaps one day complain that their own children are giving them grey hairs. I want that plainly stated before anything else, as everything that follows might read as a man agreeing to an early exit rather than a man simply being honest about the odds.

I want the decades. I want to become the grandfather who repeats the same stories until nobody bothers correcting him anymore. But wanting a thing and being granted are different things. The last year has made that difference harder to ignore than I would like. I have lost many friends recently to keep thinking that optimism is my natural resting state. Some of these men had better blood pressure than mine, better habits, better everything that is supposed to count. It did not save them.

There is no formula I know that reliably separates the men who make it to 70 from those who do not. Anyone who says he knows one is selling something. So, I do not assume that old age is an already booked destination. Even if I once did, which I doubt, the last three years have cured me of such an illusion. As such, I treat it as a hope rather than an expectation, and I have found that a more honest way to live.

It is exactly why I want something placed on record now, while I am still able to place things on record, rather than leave it for people to guess what my wishes were in the fog of a funeral week. If I do not make old bones, my children are not to be asked to read tributes at my funeral. Not one line, however short, however lovingly written.

This, for me, was settled today rather than re-opened. At Dotun Oladipo’s funeral service, his three daughters took turns to read their tributes to their dad, and I found myself watching them with awe. There was a kind of strength in them that I do not possess. It is the strength needed to stand in front of a hall brimming with grieving adults and speak about a man they have just lost. Forever. Strength, however, is not the same as ease. I could see plainly what that strength was costing them as they read. Their voices caught. Their composure held and then did not hold and then held again through sheer will.

In front of them, in the pews, men and women considerably older than them came undone in ways the girls themselves were somehow managing to resist. I went mightily close. Some of the sobbing was quiet, the type people try to fold into a handkerchief. Some of it was not quiet at all, the kind that announces itself whether or not you want it.

Those young women honoured their father with a grace that is beyond me. What they did was astonishing. So, what I am attempting is an observation of a custom I have now watched wound people. This was not the first time I had watched this particular ritual extract more than it should from people already running on fumes. I saw an earlier and harder version of it at a friend’s wake back in 2015.

The first son was called forward to read his father’s tribute, and he could not do it. He tried, but the words would not come, and he stood there in front of a crowd of mourners, with his grief simply refusing to organise itself into sentences. The officiating minister, rather than releasing him from the task, urged him to continue. I sat fizzing with sorrow and ire. He could not go on and, eventually, the minister accepted, but not before insisting a while longer than it should have reasonably taken. His younger brother was called up next, presumably on the theory that if one grieving son could not manage it, maybe another one could. He flunked it in the same way. Grief does not distribute itself more conveniently among siblings just because a programme has been printed and needs to be followed.

I have turned that memory over many times since, trying to work out why this part of the rites is treated as mandatory in the first place. I have not found a satisfying answer. Maybe it comes from a belief that a child’s words carry more weight than anyone else’s, which may even be true, but weight is exactly the problem when those carrying it are struggling to hold themselves together with nothing but adrenaline and the fear of dissolving in public.

Maybe it is simply inertia, the reason we still do a hundred things at funerals that nobody can explain the original purpose of. Either way, I have stopped looking for the justification. I no longer think one exists that is good enough to weigh against what I watched happen to that boy in 2015.

So, let this stand as my instruction rather than my preference, the kind of thing I would rather state plainly now than leave for my children to infer later from how uncertain I sound when the subject comes up in passing. If I do not get the old age I am hoping for, my children will not be asked to read a single word over my body. Someone else can speak for me. A friend, a stranger with a steadier voice and a smaller stake in the loss, anyone whose grief will not be quite so total that standing upright becomes almost impossible.

My children, of course, will sit in front and fall apart if that is what the day requires of them, but without the microphone. That, at least, is one small mercy I intend to arrange for them while I am still here to arrange it.

Dotun deserved every bit of the send-off his daughters gave him today, and I suspect he would have been the first to tell them to sit down and let someone else carry the weight for a while. He did not get a say in that, as none of us ever do once we are the ones being spoken of rather than the ones speaking. Rest well, Dotun. You raised three young women whose strength I will not soon forget. That alone says everything worth saying about the man you were.

 

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