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  • ASUNE: Nigeria’s Zombie Appointments

    ASUNE: Nigeria’s Zombie Appointments

    When President Buhari assumed the reins of Nigeria’s leadership in 2015, he must have been strictly guided by the principle of  “a government of the people, by the people and for the people”. So representative and people-centric was his administration to be that everyone — young, old and even those six-feet under would get a piece of good governmental action.

    At least that’s what I’d like to believe. Or how else would you explain the monumental SNAFU that was the appointment of multiple deceased persons into governmental roles by his administration?

    In December 2017, following what ought to have been two years of extensive vetting and interviews —  the President, through the Secretary General of the Federation added yet another floor to the festering tower of Nigeria’s mediocrity, by announcing the appointment of 209 boardmen and 1258 board members into parastatals of the country. Only, these appointments just so happened to have a sprinkling of appointees who were unfortunately, in varying stages of rigour mortis at the time of the announcement.

    Among these were:

    Chief Donald Okpozo

    As a Second Republic lawmaker and Deputy Speaker of the now defunct Bendel State, Okpozo’s must have achieved many things to endear himself to the Presidency. So much so, an official condolence message was issued upon his passing in December in 2016, at the ripe post-retirement age of 81. Now, either the news of his death was too hard to come to terms with, or someone took his spirit living on a little too literally, because he was appointed Chairman of the National Press Council almost a year after his demise.

    Chief Donald Ugbaja

    Another blowback from the current administration’s misunderstanding of the term “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” — Chief Ugbaja’s passing in December of 2017, having served as a Deputy Inspector General of Police, failed to stop his appointment as a member of the Consumer Protection Council.

    Reverend Christopher Utov

    Who wasn’t left to rest in peace, as he was appointed a member of the Nigerian Institute of Social Research and Economic Research, despite passing away in March of 2017.

    Other dearly departed on the list include: Garba Attahiru, Umar Dange, Magdalene Kumu, Dr Nabbs Imegwu and Comrade Ahmed Bunza.

    Making their appointments especially ironic isn’t simply the fact that literal dead people were offered employment before the 18.8% that made up Nigeria’s unemployment rate in 2017 — but because the Buhari administration is so staunchly against the concept of ghost workers.

    In 2016, his administration set up The Efficiency Unit of the Federal Ministry of Finance to audit the salaries and wages of government departments, specifically to counteract the problem of Nigeria’s ghoulish labour force. This initiative embarked on the auditing of salaries and wages in various departments, saving the government 500 billion in 2016 alone. So you would think a government that devoted would take extra measures against Nigerian ancestor is receiving afterlife bonuses, correct? We thought so too.

    That wasn’t all that was wrong with the list, however. Oh no! What’s one disappointment when several can be unfurled? Also appointed were the controversial Herman Hember,whose position as the representative of the Vandeikya/Konshisha federal constituency of Benue State was nullified by the Supreme Court. Mr Hember also failed to return the salaries and allowances totalling N47,670,086, as mandated by the court’s ruling.

    This stand up fellow was appointed a Board Chairman of the Michael Imoudo National Institute for Labour Studies.

    The list also had a sprinkling of duplicated names here and there. It also saw the placing of members into the board of the  National Football Federation, appointments which went against the agency’s governing statute. There were also placements into the already privatised National Iron Ore Mining Company (NIOMCO) in Kogi State.

    In explanation for the faux pas, a whole lot of words were used to explain the fact that, no one bothered to give a list that was prepared two years prior, a once-over to make sure little slip-ups like human moves to the afterlife or name duplications, were absent before publicising.

    While Nigerians were swift to call out the government on its exemplary sloppiness. Government officials like Itse Sagay failed to understand what all the fuss was about.

    “To see that list and begin to quarrel about it seems to me a level of senselessness that I cannot imagine,”

    “I regard their attitude as collective stupidity and evidence of idleness of mind.”

    He really said so. I don’t know where the bar for his sensibilities lies, but it’s not above ground, I can tell you.

    President Buhari shortly after ordered the reviewing of the list. During which time, another undisclosed appointee passed on. These things tend to happen when past-septugenarians are given employment as opposed to much needed elderly TLC.

    The list has since been reviewed to much less fanfare, but are we ever going to forget that the Nigerian government saw dead people and tried to give them jobs? I think not.

  • What Happens When You Want Canada, But Canada Doesn’t Want You?

    What Happens When You Want Canada, But Canada Doesn’t Want You?

    I have survived 26 rotations around the sun. In that time, I have suffered through some of the worst Nigeria’s educational system has to offer and borne witness, first-hand, to the failings of the government to its people. If anyone knows a thing about disappointments and lemon conversions, it’s me. But for all of my resoluteness, nothing has quite prepared me for having the exit gates of Nigeria, repeatedly shut in my face through succinctly worded, visa rejection letters.

    I felt the very first stirrings to leave the country in 2014. This was two years post-graduation. With a Business Management 2:1 in my bag, and a seal of determination yet to be tampered with by the Nigerian polity, I was certain the sky and gainful employment were well within my reach.

    Spoiler — I was wrong.

    When one year of belly-churning interview waiting rooms, online examinations, the occasional bottom-bare Skype interview and impersonal email rejections grew into two, it became imperative that I leave the country hell-bent on making me little more than an unemployment statistic. However, one afternoon’s gander at international tuition costs and accommodation fees, even at the ₦150 exchange rate, quickly convinced me to keep the fate in my job search and make things work regardless, intra-state.

    In March of 2015, fortune, or what I imagined at the time to be fortune, finally smiled at me. I got selected to a graduate-trainee program at one of Nigeria’s leading banks. I was elated and convinced it was the start of something great in my life.

    Spoiler – while, I wasn’t wrong, my aspirations were grossly overestimated.

    Let me tell you a little something about my current role. Forget grand end of year bank parties and workers, advertised singing Christmas carols — when you are assigned to be a Customer Relations Officer at a Nigerian bank (my position for the past few years), here’s what you’re really signing up for: a 7 day work-week (weekend autonomy is forsaken for ATM duty and ad-hoc staff roles). Work hours that span between 7am and 7pm, together with the occasional dabble in street marketing to bring customers in. The bank also keeps an almost zero-tolerance stance on sick days, and if that isn’t enough, the good times are topped with a crippling uncertainty over the future, seeing as the promotion structure is restrictive at best and nebulous at worst.

    All of this for the very beginnings of a six-figure salary. While the majority of my peers have begun the rites of marriage and starting families, both concepts are so foreign and far away from me as to be otherworldly.

    For the past three years, this has been the summation of my work life and interactions. While I am ever grateful to not stare down the barrels of unemployment every morning; there’s nothing quite like living your life as a series of ‘justs’ to make you aware of how bleak Nigerian futures promise to be. “Just keep the job, who knows what God has planned for the future?” “Just marry now, money will come later”. “Just keep the faith, everything else will fall into place”. The uncertainty is exhausting. I’ve seen the job market, I know Nigeria’s economic projections, I have seen the future of Nigeria for me, and it holds no real promise. I want out.

    On the advice of a mentor already settled in Canada, I resolved to apply for a student visa. My hopes lay in earning an MBA, with a subsequent work permit to begin the process of integrating legally into Canadian society. My jail-break from Nigeria was finally in motion.

    Armed with a valid passport, my admission letter to a University in Ottawa, WAEC and NYSC certificates, a copy of my transcript and a Statement of Account I believed sufficient to encompass school fees and consequential costs, I made my first application to the Canadian embassy in April of 2018.

    I won’t get into having to freeze my expenses for anything that wasn’t life-threateningly important to raise the necessary fees. Or having to ask my retired parents and working siblings to chip in when my frugality couldn’t suffice. I won’t even dwell on the fresh hell of retrieving my University transcript, only to be told I had an outstanding course by the school management, 6 years post-graduation; but I will speak a little on the non-refundable visa fees I have had to expend on this exit strategy of mine.

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    At my last count, I have spent upwards of ₦200,000 on 4 non-refundable visa application fees. That’s a full month’s salary, plus substantial change, all to be told an unceremonious no. I concede it’s necessary to the process, but I imagine I am not alone in thinking a downward fare review would be invaluable to Nigerians, especially when the rate of denials is put into consideration.

    When I got my first rejection letter from the Canadian embassy in June of 2018, about 8 weeks after applying; the most inconsequential things popped into mind within the first minute. First, that I wouldn’t be using the resignation letter already typed up and sitting in my drafts – just yet. And second, a wanton giggle at the memory of mouthing a strong  “AMEN”, when the security guards at the visa application office, asked if I was headed to Canada.

    Shortly after came the overwhelming feelings of despondency. Fears I had been grappling with reared their heads: would I never have the chance to leave the country? Was I fated to continue at this job forever? Seeing as previous attempts at finding new employment had proved abortive? What could my next steps be? I read through the reasons for the denial — an absence of strong ties to Nigeria, dismal travel history, the shortage of funds and the fear that I wouldn’t return to Nigeria if given the opportunity — so much, they just might be etched in my brain.

    After permitting myself some time to sulk, I began to consider the appropriate courses of action to re-applying for a Canadian visa.

    Per the rejection email —  I couldn’t get married just yet to create strong ties. More funds could be pooled from family to suit their financial requirements, while there was nothing I could do to allay their fears of remaining in Canada.

    I resolved to build a travel history, using money I would much rather have channeled towards my schooling, to better my chances.

    I applied for a visiting visa to the US in July of 2018, together with a mammoth crowd of people looking for an out — whether temporary or permanent.

    At precisely 9:15am, my interview began in full view of other Nigerians craning to hear what was asked, to better prepare themselves for their round. Following a series of questions, a blue parcel was slipped into my hands —  my ₦76 000 application had been denied before 9:30 am.

    Keeping with the denial streak, my visa application to the United Kingdom was also rejected in December of 2018. This was thankfully remedied by an approval to visit Dubai in the same month. By which time, through the help of family and more savings, a substantial increase had been made to my account balance.

    Fast forward to February 14th 2019 when — bolstered by a swollen account balance, and some travel experience, I tried my hand and applied to the Canadian embassy to have another chance at a needed life change.

    For the second time, I paid a non-refundable application fee to study in my chosen University, again I paid out ₦63,520 for the visa application fee. Gathered all the prerequisites, and made sure to keep a solemn nod when asked if by the security guards if I was headed to the Canadian and not the South African office.

    With more hope than I should reasonably have allowed, I waited to hear back from the embassy. Going against my better judgement, I spent an unspeakable amount of time bingeing on YouTube videos of life in Ottawa and Ontario, planning for my life there. When I got the email, on April 13th 2019, requesting that I return to the embassy to retrieve my Passport, without an accompanying directive to proceed to medicals (as an approved application would have requested) I felt that same despondency attempt to rear its head; but I allowed no room for it.

    Instead, I am choosing to focus on only the positives, viewing the rejections as an opportunity for some introspection and of course, a chance to raise more money.

    Because, while the goal hasn’t been shifted, the goal post may have been subjected to some change.

    These days, you can find me returning from a day’s work spent conversing strictly in English, to spend my time poring over IELTS practice materials. No, a sudden need to certify my ability to speak the English Language didn’t come over me; but I am setting my sights on Dublin, where I hope the luck of the Irish will favour a Nigerian just looking to lead a better life.

    *This story was written on behalf of the protagonist. Some events have been modified to protect their identity.

  • Where Were You When These Nigerian Events Occurred?

    Where Were You When These Nigerian Events Occurred?

    The story of Nigeria has produced its fair share of landmark, victorious and experiences.

    In the centre of it all are its citizens, who through bated breath and wide eyes have watched the best and worst of the drama that is Nigerian life, play out.

    Capturing the zeitgeist of some of Nigeria’s most notable moments, we sat down with seven Nigerians to relay their feelings and mindsets during the wake of these happenings.

    Nigeria’s Independence, 1960

    In the weeks leading up to the October 1 1960, I must have spat out the phrase- Independence Day at least 4 times every hour.
    This wasn’t due to some special kind of patriotism, although I can argue it was in its nascent form, but due to the fact that my then 7-year old self was scheduled to march in one of the many parades of the day.
    October 1st finally came through with a feeling of victory and anticipation in the air. I look back on it now and it still feels so surreal. We were all so very hopeful. – Orazulike

    Nigeria gained independence from British colonialists on October 1st, 1960.

    Nigeria missing out on the world cup in 1994

    You know how people tell you they have days they can never forget, I’ll put Nigeria’s 1994 loss up there with the birth of my three children and wedding day, just don’t ask me to rank them. I’ll very much like to keep my marriage and family intact
    On July 5th, 1994, I was seated directly infront of my friend, now late – Jerry’s televisionset in Gbagada. He was to my left, while I was flanked on the right by Rotimi my brother. I won’t get into the specifics of our emotions during the duration of the game, but I will reveal that there were three grown men, in a boys-quarters at Tunde Hassan with very wet eyes when Baggio scored the winning goal for Italy. – Babajide

    1994 saw Nigeria’s first ever qualification to participate in the world cup. The Super Eagles team of 1994 lost a chance to qualify for the quarter-finals after losing 2-1 to the Italians at extra time.

    General Abacha’s death – 1998

    I had just turned four, so my memory of the events are a little foggy. But what I can’t ever forget is watching from the verandah of our two-story home as cars, seemingly with no destination in sight, honked with celebratory flags attached to their sides and people congratulating themselves on the end of a ‘General’, and throwing in my puerile shouts of congratulations at passers-by on the street.

    I didn’t understand the import of his passing until several years later. It will always be jarring to me how much pleasure a person’s passing can have on literally millions of people. – Abimbola

    General Sani Abacha served as a Nigerian dictator between 1993 and his passing in 1998. The circumstances of his passing have been the subject of a number of controversies.

    The 2002 Ikeja bomb blast

    When I heard the first blast go off, I was seated in the guest toilet, wondering who had the guts to slam the entrance door so loudly with both my parents in. When the sounds persisted, I rushed out to discover the root, only to see the entirety of my family, huddled together in our sitting room, wondering whether or not a drive to a safer part of the state was a smart option. We all decided against it and fearfully waited out the blasts in complete silence.

    It was 17 years ago, but I’ll never forget sitting in a haphazard circle with my family and wincing at every blast in silence, for fear of alarming the next person. – Shalom

    The 2002 Ikeja bomb blast occured on January 27, 2002 – when a fire spread into the munitions base of the military cantonment. It led to the loss of about a thousand lives and the displacement and homelessness of a thousand more.

    Yar’adua’s passing – 2010

    I was 16 at the time and fancied myself to be a psychic of sorts. While speculations were rife during the period, as to whether or not our president was recuperating in a hospital in Saudi Arabia or had indeed passed, I was certain it was the latter, but made sure to keep my suspicions inward.
    I got the news of his passing on my way to school, a humid morning on the 5th of May 2010. A day of mourning was declared and workers were told to take the day off.

    My original elatedness at missing first period of Mathematics was soon replaced by the processing that a life had been lost and sadness that a family was to have to do without its patriach from then onwards. – Tiwalade

    President Umaru Musa Yar’Adua was Nigeria’s 13th president. He passed away on May 5th, 2010 after a protracted battle with acute pericarditis.

    The Naira tanking in value – 2016

    I don’t remember the exact day the dollar doubled in its value to the naira, but I do remember the ripple effects. In 2016, I was in my second year of a Professional Flight Management Course in the United States. Almost overnight, all of my fees had doubled. Without a worker’s permit to supplement my parent’s efforts, I decided to take a year off to take some of the load from my parents.

    It’s been three years, and I currently have a thriving catering business in Lagos. While I still nurse hopes of returning to flight school, it most likely won’t happen. I’m learning to be okay with it. – Olaolu

    In February of 2016, the Naira devalued from ₦ 150 to a whopping ₦ 315 to one Dollar, greatly impacting the everyday lifestyle of the average Nigerian.

    Outbreak of Ebola -2016

    I was in my third year of University when ebola crossed the borders Nigerian borders and struck new chords of fear into Nigerian hearts.

    Like many Nigerians students at the time, I couldn’t for the life of me understand why classes were permitted to continue, especially as rumours of new outbreaks were rife at the time. In the end, I had become a class missing, physical contact avoiding, glove wearing hermit and was tearfully happy when it was announced that the outbreak had been contained. –  Ibrahim

    The ebola virus was introduced to Nigeria on July 20th, 2014, when a Liberian – Patrick Sawyer flew into Lagos while infected. The virus was contained through the valiant efforts of Mrs Stella Adadevoh of the First Consultant Hospital.

    Where were you when these events occurred?

  • Wise Words For Your Friday Flex, Courtesy Nigerian Politicians.

    Wise Words For Your Friday Flex, Courtesy Nigerian Politicians.

    Now the week is over, Friday rocks are drawing nigh! Congratulations on surviving five days of cursing alarm clocks, beating traffic to get to work on time and sneaking out successfully before the close of day.

    As it’s the start of the weekend (and salary week), you might be wondering if the week’s accomplishments call for a night of debauchery and raising hands with a bunch of strangers in a much too crowded open-floor plan. To help you make your decision, we called upon certain Nigerian politicians to employ their life philosophies to guide your decision making. Pick your choice.

    There’s Rice At Home – Bashir Ahmad

    You mean Nigeria is producing all this rice Abbah exaggerated about and you’re still going out to club? What is this life please?

    Ajeku iya ni o je – Dino Melaye

    Are you still owing Escape from last month, but plotting how you’ll shut down Quilox later tonight? Mr Melaye has a word for you. If you’re wondering what this translates to, it means, “the bottom of suffering is what you’ll get”. Trust me, that’s not a good thing.

    I am not one of them – Jimi Agbaje

    Do you want to be like everyone spending their Fridays drunk and disorderly? It could never be Jimi.

    Live within your means – President Bubucakes

    He literally said this one too. Don’t spend your Friday outdoing the next guy, slay in your financial lane.

    Lol, or not – Again, President Bubucakes.

    Go hard or go home.

    Step up in the club in two bullion vans – Bola ‘RicherThanYourNext’ Tinubu

    If you’re doing it, do it big. That is all.

    Buy Nigerian to grow the naira – Senator Ben Murray Bruce

    Now, nobody said you shouldn’t go clubbing, but make sure to do it for Nigeria’s progress. That said, if your bottle of Hennessey has “Made in Nigeria” inscribed at the bottom, we’re going to need you to take ten steps back from it.

    We will not take it – Godsday Orubebe.

    Godsday Orubebe has a word for you this fine Friday, and we’re inclined to second him. You mean you survived this whole week, battled traffic to get to work on time, met your deadlines and still won’t go out to celebrate? Sorry, but that ain’t right.

    And remember, All your sins are forgiven – Adams Oshiomole

    You might not be a party defector, but whatever happens on Friday night (with consent) stays in Friday night. Go and sin no more.

  • Can We Convince You To Not Apply For That Visa?

    Can We Convince You To Not Apply For That Visa?

    Can we bend your ear for a minute? Have you nursed dreams of leaving the shores of the country to a place that ‘works’?

    Perhaps the lure of fancy things like ‘stable electricity’ and ‘welfare programs’ has had you keeping long nights, studying for the IELTS, even though in your heart, you know Mrs. Ekanem knew what she was doing when she gave you that Best in English Language prize?

    Maybe you’ve lost your weekends to language classes — slaving over French conjugations and trying to make sense of German capitalisations because you’re ready to risk it all for a chance at that Quebec stay or Merkel’s Germany?

    Well, we’re going to go against the very essence of our beings and attempt to convince you to hold off on the classes and the grueling application procedures, to maybe give Nigeria a second chance. But we’re going to do it together, assessing the current systems in place to TRY TO UNDERSTAND IF YOUR REASONS FOR LEAVING ARE WORTHWHILE.

    As it currently stands, the main reasons for Nigerian emigration stem from: the economy, security, better welfare, education and maybe tourism. We’ll attempt to break these down to understand if Nigeria’s situation is so bad, thousands and thousands of miles are necessary to keep you away:

    Education

    Now, we all know Nigerian employers let their bias for international degrees show and a UK Masters degree is essential to progress as a Yoruba demon, but can we try to help you see reason in not travelling?

    So what if Nigerian Universities are under resourced and Nigerian lecturers prefer their notes antiquated? At the last count, two Nigerian Universities – Covenant and The University of Lagos made it to the top 700 in the world.

    What was that? You deserve only the best and no one remembers number 2, let alone number 689?

    Well, at least we tried, go on and fill out that visa form.

    Economy

    Because we are honestly kind people at heart, if you’re looking to leave because of Nigeria’s economy, we won’t try to stop you. Any escape from the poverty capital of the world, currently boasting a double-digit unemployment rate (23.1%) is a welcome relief. Go on with your bad self.

    Better Welfare

    Let’s see – are power, pliable roads, a sympathetic police force, running water, working emergency systems, sturdy bridges, reliable power supply and a welfare system for the poor that inalienable, that you have to leave the country to feel like a loved citizen?

    Okay, so maybe we have no point with this one.

    Security

    Okay, it’s terrible that we have two known terrorist organisations currently ravaging the state, and it has happened more than once that school children were taken from their schools to fulfil a worrying agenda. Also, it maybe that your sons, brothers, nephews and maybe even you aren’t safe from trigger happy policemen.

    …You know what, let us know how we can help you with that visa application form.

    So, we’re admitting failure here. If you can escape, pick today to do so. Let no one try to put sand-sand in your garri. Unless of course, you have good reasons to stay, then please let us have them in the comments below.

  • Here’s What You Need To Know About The Minimum Wage.

    Here’s What You Need To Know About The Minimum Wage.

    On April 18th 2019, President Buhari did the damn thing and signed the 30 000 minimum wage bill into law. Nevermind that this bill is coming in 3 years too late from the earmarked review period of 2016; we have a new minimum wage — glory to the highest.

    To understand what all the fuss is about, let’s have a little understanding of what constitutes a minimum wage.

    The Minimum wage.


    The minimum wage is the lowest remuneration an employer can pay workers, as permitted by the laws of the land.

    Ideally, what this means is, every working citizen of the state, while encouraged to receive a monthly income above the stated wage, should not, by law — have a take-home salary less than the minimum wage.

    As seen with Nigeria’s recent feat, It becomes necessary to review a minimum wage, as the cost of living and inflation are put into consideration. Nigeria’s minimum wage review period is every five years.

    Now, while Nigerians everywhere are lauding the president on the feat of a  30,000 minimum wage, which, can we just add translates to about  1000 a day, here are a few truths you’re going to have to keep at the back of your mind.

    Sorry private sector workers, this kind of doesn’t apply to you.

    It’s not you, it’s the government. Despite the minimum wage experiencing exponential leaps since the very first wage fix of  125 in 1981, to ₦250 in 1989, then ₦3000 and subsequent rises, the private sector has somehow always been excluded from the wage increase narrative.

    This is due to the failure of the government to impose sanctions on private businesses that fail to comply with the wage limits.

    It doesn’t matter that only private sector businesses with less than 50 employees and those employed on a part-time basis being exempt from wage requirements, as stipulated by the Minimum National Wage Act of 1999, the majority of private sector workers will remain at the mercy of their employers where minimum wage comes in, unless stricter measures are put in place to govern monthly pay.

    Informal workers, that means you too.

    Seeing as the informal sector of Nigeria remains largely unregulated, the same goes for their pay structures.The minimum wage might, by mouth alone apply to working Nigerians, but someone must not have informed the government that bricklayers and plumbers make the cut, because their pay remains largely exempted from this pay rise.

    Actually, you might want to check your state before you applaud the new minimum wage.

    This is because for states that aren’t Lagos, Rivers, Akwa Ibom and maybe Anambra,  there has been widely publicised difficulty in meeting the wage requirements.

    While 2011 saw the implementation of the ₦18,000 minimum wage, about 27 states have found it consistently difficult to pay the salaries. Last year alone, states like Osun, Oyo and even the National Assembly embarked on strike actions to pay salaries that translated to about ₦600 per day.

    How these same states will find resources to shell out ₦30,000 to pay salaries is a mystery we’ll have to watch unfold.

    But for the lucky few…

    For those in states that will be able to  pay out the stated amounts, while you will not be able to live in Yahaya Bello’s mansion, or have a living room big enough to house a car like Dino Melaye, at least you will be  fulfilling the president’s wishes of living within your means. Nothing like surviving on 1000 a day, plus tithe, Zakat, feeding, clothing and housing to whittle your needs to the barest minimum.

    Thanks Nigeria.

  • How Many Times I’ve Wanted To Leave Nigeria This Week.

    How Many Times I’ve Wanted To Leave Nigeria This Week.

    I start my days doing a number of things: 1.Exercising – which is usually my first attempt at getting up from bed. A sit up is a sit up, okay? 2. Setting social media restrictions for the day: I like to keep my interactions to a max one- hour for the whole day. That this hour is routinely multiplied by 6 is completely irrelevant. 3. Creating checklists to keep my activities for the day guided.

    For the most part, things usually go as planned; but I have noticed a number of lost, unaccountable hours recently. Some of it, I’ve realised is spent binge-watching Mad Men at interminable hours; but the majority of it is actually just me fantasising about the day I get to send my thoughts and prayers for whatever new mess Nigeria has found herself in, from my newly leased condo in the abroad.

    To properly account for my now very time-consuming habit, I decided to keep a little record of all the times the spirit fell upon me to leave the country, starting from Sunday.

    Sunday (April 14th) – what started off as a rather tame day, took a turn for the worst, with a three-hour-long session spent reminiscing on the possibilities of leaving Nigeria for the US. What kicked this off you might ask? Well, this news report said the US was warning its citizens against coming to Nigeria, owed to its record of terrorism and kidnappings. Then I started thinking, well, no one really warned Nigerians against coming to the US. Before I knew it, I was spending hours imagining a land with minimal mosquitoes and sensible people that don’t make two- lane roads into five at the first sign of traffic.

    Also, Nigeria’s cursed slow internet didn’t let me stream Game of Thrones in peace, I wanted to off-shirt.

    Monday (April 15th): after spending 17 minutes in traffic for my otherwise 5-minute commute to work, I couldn’t help but wonder what the weather in Amalfi must feel like at this time of the year. Of course I spent at least 40 minutes on borrowed work time researching this topic (April and October are the peak periods to visit, by the way, you’re welcome).

    Later in the day, while hopping on a Skype Call, a power cut in the middle of negotiations, had me asking potential clients about the welfare structures in Switzerland at this time of year, and if their countries granted asylum to frustrated Nigerians. They got a little confused with that second part, but I did my research regardless (24 minutes of it), they don’t grant asylum on grounds of frustration, sadly. The search continues.


    Tuesday (April 16th): despite having a relatively content day with my status as a Nigerian resident, all of that came crashing down when President Muhammadu Buhari, commiserated with France over the loss of parts of the Notre Dame structure.

    Now, while it’s definitely great to offer condolences, the fact that the majority of Nigeria’s relics are in perpetual states of neglect and have been largely forgotten by the government, saw me in front of my laptop with two tabs open —  the first being how to overthrow a government peacefully, and the other being ‘tips on winning the US Visa Lottery’. Friends, that was how I spent the remainder of my time between 4 and 11 pm researching.

    Wednesday(April 17th):  completely unprovoked, I spent an hour wondering what daily life in a country that didn’t try to kill you with stress must feel like. To actually be able to walk up to a policeman to ask for help without fearing for dear life, and having a real shot at employment, post-University without needing to know five people related to the Governor.

    It is now Thursday (April 18th), I can’t really be angry because well, we’re getting two public holidays in quick succession. But can you imagine spending those two working days in Canada, complete with a visa and working permit?

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    Somebody please check on me in an hour’s time.

  • A Series Of Unfortunate Nigerian Events: Diepreye Alamieyeseigha’s Story.

    A Series Of Unfortunate Nigerian Events: Diepreye Alamieyeseigha’s Story.
    (AP Photo/George Osodi, File)

    Now, this is a story all about how, Alamieyeseigha’s life got twisted and turned upside down, and I’d like you to take a moment and just sit right back, I’ll tell you how he became the cross-dressing king of Yenagoa.

    Between 1999 and 2005, Diepreye Solomon Peters Alamieyeseigha served as the first  democratically elected Governor of Bayelsa State with an almost singular motivation — the thorough re-purposing of the Bayelsa state treasury into a personal checking account.

    His flagrancy in looting the state blind garnered international infamy and a momentous, yet embarrassing brush with drag. The extremely unfortunate and frankly mortifying incident of Alamieyeseigha, a sitting Nigerian governor, donning the garb of a woman to avoid arrest for money laundering in 2005 is one for the books, and in our books, we’ll be examining the whole mess in four fairly parts.

    Almaieyeseigha’s Tenure As Governor

    The first 100 days in office are a pivotal time in a Governor’s administration. It is a period much talked about during campaigns and one filled with actions that set the pace for the entirety of their tenure in office.

    For Alamieyeseigha, this first 100 days were no different. Belying increased welfare or whatever campaigning spiel was adopted in 1999, he began earnest  work on the real focus of his administration — himself. By September 21, 1999,  barely three months into his tenure, Alamieyeseigha had incorporated the eponymous Solomon & Peters Company in the British Virgin Islands — a perfectly normal sounding organisation, whose sole mission was to serve as a conduit between the state treasury and the realisation of Alamieyeseigha’s most luxurious dreams.

    As though purchased with monopoly money, the Governor began the acquisition of properties as fast as state allocations and oil ministry revenue would allow.

    His Loot And The First Signs of Trouble.

    At the count of six years from  the start of his tenure, Alamieyeseigha’s possessions portfolio included a  house on Water Gardens in London purchased for £1.75 million in 2003; a house at Mapesbury Road, London purchased for £1.4 million in 2001; a flat in Jubilee Heights, Shoot Uphill, London, purchased for £241,000 in October 1999 weeks after Solomon & Peters was incorporated; and a property on Regent’s Park Road, London, purchased in July 2002 for the sum of £3 million.

    He also had a smattering of properties in the United States, as seen in his  504 Pleasant Drive, King Farm Estate in Maryland, USA with another on Aurora Crest Drive Whither, California. Also a property in South Africa worth an estimated $1 million as at 2005, as well as a refinery in Ecuador.

    His  account balances also racked up millions, with £1.9 million in a Royal Bank of Scotland account, under the name of another sham registered company – Santolina, of which he served as sole director and signatory. Another sum of $1.6 million in the Bank of America as at 2003.

    By 2005, Alams, the man with immense power and now increased wealth, realised — what better way to complete the trifecta than an improvement on his  looks. Picking a centre in Germany, he underwent a tummy tuck procedure to counter the gut that threatened to stain and strain his white.

    While he was having his bout with Narcissus, and the world had its sights set on Livingstone Church and the Indonesian earthquake — the British government was side-eying the Nigerian Governor, who seemed to have chosen British shores and not the state of Bayelsa, to spend the state’s federal allocations and stash his ill-gotten and bountiful wealth.

    Following a raid on one of his properties in the United Kingdom, the British authorities discovered the sum of  $1.2 million in cash, which was promptly impounded, also seizing $2.7 million in a bank account at the Royal Bank of Scotland and $15 million in London real estate.

    As the icing on the cake, the British authorities didn’t allow Alamieyeseigha the immediate pleasure of flouting his beach bod for all to see, as he was arrested in September 2005, at Heathrow Airport while returning from surgery in Germany, on allegations of money laundering and fraud.

    The Great Escape

    Preparatory to a trial to answer to the money laundering allegations; the Brtish government forgot they were dealing with a real South-South boy, and granted him bail with certain restrictions, which included the seizure of his passport. It was during this period that a plan was hatched by the Governor to explore his feminine side and capitalise on it to escape the British authorities.

    Sometime in December 2005, Alamieyeseigha — using the cover of his new look brought on by weight loss, snuck out of the UK,  maybe decked in a gele, probably with a little highlight and contour on and perhaps with a blonde bob wig on; we’ll never really know, and never stop speculating about. He forfeited a £1.25 million bail bond by doing so.

    While no one will say for sure how Alamieyeseigha was able to escape the eagle eye of the UK for Nigeria, word on the street has it that he may have taken a Eurostar train from London to Paris and then flown to Douala, a port city in Cameroon neighbouring Nigeria, where a speedboat took him home, possibly wearing heels.

    Alamieyeseigha’s Life Post-Drag.

    Following a heroic welcome to his home state, where thousands lined the street to usher him home; the Bayelsa State House of Assembly thankfully saw the wrong in allowing his continued service as Governor, impeaching him on December 2005.

    Having been stripped of his immunity through impeachment, he was promptly arrested by the EFCC on December 9th, 2005, on charges of money laundering.

    Two years after his arrest, he pleaded guilty before a High Court of Nigeria, to six charges of money laundering; for which he was sentenced to two years in prison each, on July 37, 2007.

    However, as the sentences were to run concurrently, and time was counted from the point of his arrest in 2005, mere hours after being taken to prison, Alamieyeseigha was released due to time already served.

    And if that wasn’t lucky enough, his former Deputy, the then President of Nigeria, Goodluck Jonathan granted him a most undeserving state pardon in 2013, which was supposedly granted to promote peace in the Niger Delta. Right.

    However, Nigerians may forgive and allow a governor convicted for money laundering, donate 3 million to the Akassa Foundation, but the British surely do not forget.

    Which is why around  October 5th 2015, the British Government requested that Alams  be extradited to answer to the money laundering case, for which he jumped bail back in 2005, a whole ten years prior.

    But would you know it, just a few days after reports of the United Kingdom requesting his extradition made rounds, Alamieyeseigha passed on to the great beyond, owed to complications from high blood pressure and diabetes.

    Now a lot of aspersions were cast on the truthfulness of his death, but would anyone be so desperate for freedom, they’d we willing to try anything? Especially an action so dramatic? We’ll let you think on it.

  • The Nigerian Politicians Guidebook To Handling Disasters.

    The Nigerian Politicians Guidebook  To Handling Disasters.

    Congratulations, you’ve made it to the Nigerian big leagues! Whether serving as a governor’s deputy or a local government chairman, no longer will anyone be able to make even a whisper of your name without the very dignified prefix of ‘Honourable’, ‘Excellency’ or ‘My Lord’ if your subjects are feeling particularly subservient.

    And while yes, you will put in the requisite work and spend hour after ungodly hour deliberating and acting on processes to make lives better, at least you’ll do so with the very important perk of going home traffic-free. Do you know how well loud sirens a 16-person motorcade work against regular people stuck in third mainland traffic and its inter-state relatives? A Nigerian politician never wait, least of all in lowly traffic. Congratulations again!

    Now, while you undoubtedly got read the riot act detailing the many processes and nuances of your office; one thing no one ever quite prepares you for is the incident of a disaster – whether national or in your locale. Unfortunately, Nigeria has had many run-ins with scenarios of this sort, so here is a repository of actions to guide you, dignified Nigerian politician
    —  in the event that disaster striker:

    House of Assembly Member

    So I have maybe good news for you buddy. Despite worsening the environment with bales and bales of campaign posters and spending some time in your community during campaign season, no one really knows your name, or your role, really. So feel free to lay low at any time of national disturbance, like say a building collapses in your ward or a plane worryingly crash-lands in the area you represent; your best bet is to lay low and have the big boys i.e President and Governor send in messages of light (more on this shortly) in your stead. Aren’t you the luckiest?

    Local government chairman

    Like your colleague, the house of representatives member; feel free to lay low until such a time as is absolutely necessary. As it currently stands, should a local incident occur to rile up the community, like the recent spate in police killings, chances are the first stop of the people will be  the traditional ruler in the area, as opposed to you, who was supposedly popularly elected to hold office.

    In the event that you do get called upon to act; simply put a statement out expressing your deepest sympathies, make no real effort at correcting the issue and wait until the whole situation blows over. Again, you’re welcome.

    Governor

    See, you made one too many campaign jingles and had your face pasted on too many parts of the state to not be the first point of call in a state-wide disturbance. Here’s what you do: show up to the scene in your crispest of shirts, sleeves rolled up with your most somber expression. Then be sure to have at least 3 photo-ops of you pointing into the distance at a vague, nondescript thing. Get these things right because you have just one shot at doing, seeing as you’ll probably be making only one highly publicised visit to the disaster zone in question.

    Absolutely make no reforms to ensure disaster doesn’t strike a second time — like say putting measures in place to make sure buildings that collapse before completion are eradicated through appropriate safety permits are duly collected or putting welfare systems in place to make sure people don’t have to live in fire hazards hanging over water.

    Nope, a little too much hard work. Just make sure to have the next shirt ironed.


    President

    Now, I need you to remember these four phrases, ‘thoughts and prayers’, ‘we strongly condemn’ and ‘hold you in our hearts’. You’ll be needing them the next time you have to fire out a tweet to your grieving Nigerian followers, when disaster strikes due to the abysmal conditions in the country. The next thing to do after sending those tweets out is to immediately have a committee set up, which will in turn set up a sub-committee to look into the disaster, before promptly forgetting about the whole incident altogether.

    Should disaster strike when you’re in the midst of a campaign season, a separate approach will be taken. Please shut down whatever feelings gnaw at your heart, asking you to abandon 30 minutes of shaking party paraphernalia in the midst of a probably rented crowd, to personally empathise with victims in the affected region. That is of course, unless the site in question is a momentous swing state, then by all means dust your slippers and make to the affected state tout suite.

    For international disasters, no disaster zone is too far, no commemorative event too distant to travel to show your concern to the victims. But make sure to pay much smaller mind to events of the same nature in your home country. Again, remember your key phrases the next time Biafra comes up and  forget the Aba Women’s Riot and its cohorts altogether, like your predecessors.

    There you have it, your quick and easy guide to dealing with disaster as a Nigerian politician. Don’t thank me too much.




  • The Police Is Your Friend And Other Fables.

    If you’ve happened to breathe air in Nigeria, or stepped within a square inch outside of your Nigerian home, then chances are, you have faced some type of police harassment.

     

    Infact, it’s a certainty. And I’m willing to stake anything on the claim.

    Whether it’s their quotidian ‘anything for the boys?’, or the more brash – ‘open your boot’ or ‘stop and search’ without any real grounds for suspicion, their wantonness in exerting powers is something that has gone on for so long, it now serves as routine and the butt of many a joke.

    Their deviousness however goes beyond these almost petty annoyances to more worrying traits arbitrary arrests,  grievous bodily harm accorded to obtain information or even routinely substituting wanted suspects for their blameless relatives where said subject is missing are just some of the wiles adopted by the police.

     

    The SARS Menace

    From 1992 however, the face of the NPF’s harassment took on a new form, in its Special Anti-Robbery Squad. Originally mandated to fight the spate of robberies laying siege on Nigerian highways and streets, their gazes shifted from genuine robbers and marauders, who may have been a little too mainstream, and went instead for confoundingly smaller fish — the everyday, regular Nigerian.

    What started as tiny grumbles on social media  — a disgruntled student complaining about being stopped and searched here, another narrating how he was obtained by SARS there; soon graduated  to more severe grievances.

    Whispers of plain clothed policemen in unmarked cars, laying seige on unsuspecting motorists and pedestrians first made the rounds. Then it escalated to loud grumbles of routine roundups in the most unlikely places sport bars after working hours, betting centres; before culminating in a thunderous shout, heard on social media platforms the world over in 2017, the message was resonant — ‘The Nigerian police had to be stopped.’

    Stories ranged from the absurd

    To the downright heartbreaking

    https://www.informationng.com/2017/11/10-year-old-hawker-killed-stray-bullet-sars-operative-graphic-photos.html

    Hundreds and hundreds of stories similar to these plagued the internet for weeks on end, under the #EndSARS tag. Just about every conceivable evil that can be meted out to a man, had been carried out or attempted by officials of the Nigerian SARS.

     

    Most chilling is the dubbing of Nigerian police stations in Lagos and Abuja as ‘abbattoirs’. Police stations with their spattering of ‘Police is your friend’ and ‘bail is free’ posters, became widely accepted as points of no return for a fraction of the citizens that happened to fall victim to arrest.

    Serving and protecting the citizens held no real meaning for the majority of the police force, so they proceeded to do anything but, so the government had to act.

     

    Better concerned with saving face and putting an end to the outcry; the very inadequate solution of disbanding the SARS Unit of the NPF was ordered.

     

    Rather than taking the time out to understand the circumstances that could lead a purportedly trained officer to shoot and kill an unarmed citizen for a fraction of 100 or what could spur the transformation  of his duty post into  an illicit income source and the sort of discontent that could drive him to surmise anyone using a reasonably priced phone must be engaged in some sort of fraud — rather than doing anything but providing a quick fix; the easier path was chosen, and by August 2018, ‘SARS’ came to be no more.

     

     

     

    The Aftermath Of SARS

    For those assumed the scrapping of SARS would bring with it automatic calm where the police were concerned, then they got only a short-lived reprieve

     

    They remained the public’s number one enemy, flouting police checkpoints as illegal toll points and harassing unsuspecting victims. Before long, word began to spread again of SARS officials maiming citizens, and by March 31st 2019, another life- Kolade Johnson had been claimed at the hands of policemen, this time members of the Special Anti-Cultism Squad; who thought it a reasonable thing to shoot live rounds in the air to disperse a crowd, while innocent passersby where about.

     

    Their original mission was the capture of a man whose dreadlocks, ridiculously served as a marker that he was into something untoward.

    In no time, calls to #EndSARS and cries against the police made trends around social media, and it appears that the 2017 cycle is likely to be rinsed and repeated; with maybe the Anti-Cultism Squad facing the axe this time round.

     

    Without proper appraisals, these tragic incidents are only bound to repeat themselves, with more heart-wrenching stories as time passes. It is not enough to clip a fingernail where the whole appendage is infected, the police force requires urgent reform, and they need it this minute.

     

    They will remain unapproachable, merciless, unrepentant menaces to the public until some real action that sparks a change in their orientation comes to be.

     

    We can only hope  that this reform comes to be, before more lives are needlessly lost.

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