CredoWriters:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen.
The first President of Nigeria’s fourth republic lost his wife and went on to complete his term without a replacement to the office of the first lady. The second President of Nigeria’s fourth republic lost his life and his deputy who was in acting capacity has replaced him sending the immediate past first lady packing. This means that the office of the first lady is hinged on the husband’s position. There can be a president without a first lady but never will there be a first lady without a president. For those who turned the immediate past first lady into a demi god this is a lesson that the cult like status of the first lady must never be allowed to repeat it self . The funds raised by the immediate first lady for the International Cancer Centre should be handed over to a Joint Cancer Commission who should execute that project. Whether it was the so called cabal that enforced the former first lady or it was the first lady that reinforced the cabal to bring out one of the strongest conspiracy in the nation’s history, we demand an investigation into the manner the health of the late President was mismanaged and used to pursue inordinate ambitions at the expense of the generality of the populace. The disgraced attorney general who argued that the late President can rule from anywhere should defend if indeed the President can still rule from beyond. The way the hawks handled the issue of the man’s illness wiped out all the good deeds and intention of a man no one accused of corruption or other vices associated with Nigerian leaders.
“Yar’adua was a good man.” That is the verdict of most if not all Nigerians but the verdict went on to say he was surrounded by bad people. Can good wine in a dirty cup still remain hygienic for drinking? If we have to pour away the sweet but contaminated wine, we ought to go further and wash the cup or dispose it and get a clean cup; else any other wine poured will still get contaminated by the dirty cup. The Mamluks had strong power in Eygpt, in 1805 when Muhammed Ali seized power in Egypt, he saw the mamluks who once were slaves but had steadily gained control of Egypt as a major threat to his rule. He invited them to his palace for discussions over luncheon and had all of them slaughtered. The Nigerian mamluks who we know as the cabal must be slaughtered politically so that the nation will move forward.
Karol Wojtyla was 58 years old when he became the Pope John Paul ii and he went on to become one of the longest serving pontiffs in his about 26 years papacy. Yar”Adua died at just 58 years old. When Pope John Paul was sick, we all knew his illness and he was seen around the world. He changed in our very eyes from the skiing Pope to a man who walked with stick and finally on wheel chair. It got so bad that he could hardly bring his hands together while celebrating the Holy mass at the transubstantiation of the bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ. Yet we saw our pope and the world shared in his pains while he suffered and grieved when he died. Nigerians were not privileged to see their Presidents when he was terminally ill. The cabal held our President as a prisoner, a pun to be used in a game of chess. When Maradona was suffering from his drug induced sickness only a few years back, thousands of Argentines kept vigil in the hospital lawn praying with their lit candles, today Maradona is on his way to South Africa as the Coach of his world cup squad. Fidel Castro who led the Cuban revolution in 1959 took seriously ill and at the eve of the revolution’s 50th anniversary in 2008, he relinquished power to his brother Raul, yet Cubans see their ailing hero on national TV who has been indisposed since 2008 and read his speeches on the internet.
My faith does not allow me to believe in reincarnation even if I wanted to, but if I have a wish, it would be that the man UMY or Umaru Musa Yar’Adua reincarnates to learn all that happened in his last months on earth. How in his semi-conscious and unconscious state; his wife leading a cabal or a cabal led by his wife held him as a toy cat to call the mice to order. They played a game where a toy cat with electronic sound was used to chase the wandering mice. Each time the rats get close the sound is triggered and the rats run back only to discover the cat didn’t chase after them. That is because the cat is not real, it was just a decoy.
Nigeria does not cease to beat my fancy and Nigerians do not cease to amaze me. The late President, who got a score card of below average, nick named Mr. Go Slow, suddenly becomes a national hero. I dare say he was a good man, but as far as governance is concerned we did not see or feel the dividends. Out of the seven points agenda only Niger Delta is said to have been a success, not that it was concluded. That will be like getting half over seven; to me is a fail. The promise of 6,000 mega watts of electricity was a sham and a fraud at that. Land reforms saw Aleiro transforming from Kebbi to becoming the mayor of Abuja where choice lands were allocated to cronies. The electoral reforms committee he promised was so delayed and ultimately when the Uwais panel submitted its report; his government set up a committee under Aondoaka to tinker with the report. Little or nothing was heard about the human capital development. The dredging of the Niger was only flagged off before he was flown to Jeddah on the eve of Nigeria’s 49th Independence just to have an achievement to state during the Independence Day broadcast. The funniest was the spate of policy reversals and speeches by the man and even his aides. If we have to be sincere to ourselves, Yar’Adua did not deliver on his promises, there was no guarantee that he would have won a second term except in Nigeria where elections are not free and fair. Four years were all he had on his hands to make the impact and he had spent close to three years, about 65% of his tenure without any tangible impact. Intention to pass exam is not the same as passing the exam, he meant well but my question is; did he do well?
Now that Yar’Adua’s death has forced him into Glory, and a choir has emerged in the land singing his achievements or rather good intentions, will it be out of place to pray he reincarnates and listens to the sweet song of all the good deeds he did which have only come to limelight after his demise? In the event this is impossible; his death, his burial in a simple grave and the vanity of power should warn all the living Yar’Aduas (People in power and authority) that they only have one life to live and serve their country men and women. Their wealth and power in the final analysis do not and will not count, only their good deeds will immortalize them in the people’s hearts and give them a place in the people’s hall of fame.
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Monday, June 7, 2010
IS JONATHAN JESUS?
CredoWriters: Wakdok, Samuel Stephen.
We live in perilous times and as a country we are psychedelically funny. We want Jonathan to leave office in 2011; we also want Jonathan to achieve in one year what our eleven years of uninterrupted democratic rule have been unable to achieve. We want Jonathan to achieve in one year what Obasanjo could not achieve in eighth years and Yar'Adua in three years. We are celebrating eleven years of democracy but we can not boast of eleven hours of uninterrupted power supply, we can't count eleven Nigerians who can take us to the Promised Land out of a population of 140million. We are celebrating eleven years of democracy and we can not boast of eleven states who can survive independent of oil revenue despite all the abundant non oil resources in Nigeria. We are celebrating eleven years of uninterrupted democracy and we can not tame our inflation to eleven percent or below.
Here is a man who never dreamt of becoming a President, by accident rather than by design he became the man at the helm of the affairs, do we expect he will address the problems of this country by accident also? If Obasanjo and Yar'Adua both members of PDP could not salvage the situation even though they sought to be elected or imposed, do we honestly expect Jonathan who did not seek election to salvage us? Are we expecting anything different or better from this Jonathan who is also a member of PDP? If the party had the country at heart, are we not supposed to have achieved more as a nation in these eleven years of PDP rule? This goes to tell that we do not have serious political parties in Nigeria, because if we do and they have their party manifestoes we wont be expecting anything radically different from Dr. Goodluck Jonathan.
It took Obasanjo eight years to mess up our educational system with incessant strikes from the tertiary down to primary levels and we think Jonathan can spring up miracles in a year? It took Obasanjo eight years to toy with the power and oil sectors reforms and we seriously expect Jonathan to perform magic in one year? It took Yar’Adua three years to rigmarole with his electoral reforms and now we believe Jonathan must ensure credible elections based on electoral reforms in one year; Is Jonathan Jesus? It took Jesus three years to complete his public ministry on earth.
Jonathan's one year is more of an interim or transit rule; unless he decides to stand for President in 2011, which many of us are not disposed to. However every Nigerian above 18 years has the right to vote and be voted; it therefore is his sole decision to contest or not. But if we as a people think Jonathan can fix our problems in one year then we are flippant in our thoughts as a nation. Jonathan is not Jesus and we can not expect much from him in this one year. All we expect of him is to keep the ship of this nation on steady waters and not throw our nation into more confusion by attempting to do everything to please everybody especially the elites. He should be prudent in the management of our dwindling resources and accountable to the ordinary men and women especially at a time when the oil wealth is depleting at an astronomically rate.
The best gift we can give ourselves as a people is to stand for change, make our votes count and make sure only credible Nigerians are voted into power come 2011. Whoever we truly give our mandate to rule in the next four years, we can now expect them to deliver on the promises made to the electorate. Until then Jonathan is not Jesus and we can’t expect him to perform magic either. Even Jesus is a miracle worker and not a magician. We would be expecting magic from Jonathan if we hope to have all our problems fixed in one year by one man who hitherto did not have a national plan to rescue Nigeria.Even with his penchant for architects (Vice President, Minister of Mines and Steel, Minister of State for Power) can he build Rome in a day? Remember the elites and not the electorate made Jonathan the President and that is evident in his romance with the ex generals and political gladiators.
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We live in perilous times and as a country we are psychedelically funny. We want Jonathan to leave office in 2011; we also want Jonathan to achieve in one year what our eleven years of uninterrupted democratic rule have been unable to achieve. We want Jonathan to achieve in one year what Obasanjo could not achieve in eighth years and Yar'Adua in three years. We are celebrating eleven years of democracy but we can not boast of eleven hours of uninterrupted power supply, we can't count eleven Nigerians who can take us to the Promised Land out of a population of 140million. We are celebrating eleven years of democracy and we can not boast of eleven states who can survive independent of oil revenue despite all the abundant non oil resources in Nigeria. We are celebrating eleven years of uninterrupted democracy and we can not tame our inflation to eleven percent or below.
Here is a man who never dreamt of becoming a President, by accident rather than by design he became the man at the helm of the affairs, do we expect he will address the problems of this country by accident also? If Obasanjo and Yar'Adua both members of PDP could not salvage the situation even though they sought to be elected or imposed, do we honestly expect Jonathan who did not seek election to salvage us? Are we expecting anything different or better from this Jonathan who is also a member of PDP? If the party had the country at heart, are we not supposed to have achieved more as a nation in these eleven years of PDP rule? This goes to tell that we do not have serious political parties in Nigeria, because if we do and they have their party manifestoes we wont be expecting anything radically different from Dr. Goodluck Jonathan.
It took Obasanjo eight years to mess up our educational system with incessant strikes from the tertiary down to primary levels and we think Jonathan can spring up miracles in a year? It took Obasanjo eight years to toy with the power and oil sectors reforms and we seriously expect Jonathan to perform magic in one year? It took Yar’Adua three years to rigmarole with his electoral reforms and now we believe Jonathan must ensure credible elections based on electoral reforms in one year; Is Jonathan Jesus? It took Jesus three years to complete his public ministry on earth.
Jonathan's one year is more of an interim or transit rule; unless he decides to stand for President in 2011, which many of us are not disposed to. However every Nigerian above 18 years has the right to vote and be voted; it therefore is his sole decision to contest or not. But if we as a people think Jonathan can fix our problems in one year then we are flippant in our thoughts as a nation. Jonathan is not Jesus and we can not expect much from him in this one year. All we expect of him is to keep the ship of this nation on steady waters and not throw our nation into more confusion by attempting to do everything to please everybody especially the elites. He should be prudent in the management of our dwindling resources and accountable to the ordinary men and women especially at a time when the oil wealth is depleting at an astronomically rate.
The best gift we can give ourselves as a people is to stand for change, make our votes count and make sure only credible Nigerians are voted into power come 2011. Whoever we truly give our mandate to rule in the next four years, we can now expect them to deliver on the promises made to the electorate. Until then Jonathan is not Jesus and we can’t expect him to perform magic either. Even Jesus is a miracle worker and not a magician. We would be expecting magic from Jonathan if we hope to have all our problems fixed in one year by one man who hitherto did not have a national plan to rescue Nigeria.Even with his penchant for architects (Vice President, Minister of Mines and Steel, Minister of State for Power) can he build Rome in a day? Remember the elites and not the electorate made Jonathan the President and that is evident in his romance with the ex generals and political gladiators.
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THE ENDANGERED SPECIE
CredoWriters: Wakdok, Samuel Stephen
I am the endangered specie, billions of naira is spent trying to conserve wild life and forestry but little is set aside to conserve me. I am writing this letter with urgency because I may have become extinct by this time next year. I am the endangered specie, in an era where my equals in other parts of the world are getting better attention and quality treatment. Now more than ever I am a target of pedophiles, an object of rape, an item of domestic violence, an article of less national value.
I am the endangered specie, I eat hunger for dinner and drink thirst at lunch, malaria is the only companion I have ;though billions is spent to roll back malaria, the only person who gets rolled is me. Daily I am rolled into life of starvation, deprivation and violence. I am privileged to go to a health centre manned by quacks and I got enrolled some years back into a ghetto called school. In my school the teachers were never students or they were students who didn’t pass their exams; however they are all that could be hired since my situation is a pitiable one.
I want to read but hunger blobs my sight only for me to fail and the blame is put on the standard of education. I have looked every where for standard of education to ask it why it makes me fail but the more I search for it the more I see the faces of the government officials who sent their children to schools abroad with the budget meant for our local education.
I am the endangered specie, I would have loved to send in an entry for this years Children’s day celebration but I suddenly realized that I have failed my exams in advance because our curriculum is either not convenient for the kind of children in my country or my country is not committed to the curriculum. I suddenly realized that our leaders prefer a set of hungry, sick and uneducated children because they hate the idea that we may grow up to step into their big shoes. They prefer we do not grow healthily so that our legs will remain small and unable to fit into their shoes. They are happy when we keep failing exams, a justification of their teething hold on the jaws of our common wealth.
I just wrote an essay meant to be read at this year’s children’s’ day but I have a filling that my legislators are only interested in sharing constituency projects money for their avarice and the civil servants have become the civil gods. The judges are heating my small head with their gavels while the big thieves get patted for introducing dynamism to looting.
I am the endangered specie, our blackboards are so white that we can no more see what the chalk writes, I hawk on the streets and I am being hawked. Those who once lived their childhood to the fullest now deny me the innocence of childhood. I am raped, I am orphaned, I am exploited, I am denied basic amenities, and I am the endangered specie. I am the Nigerian child. Happy children’s day indeed!
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I am the endangered specie, billions of naira is spent trying to conserve wild life and forestry but little is set aside to conserve me. I am writing this letter with urgency because I may have become extinct by this time next year. I am the endangered specie, in an era where my equals in other parts of the world are getting better attention and quality treatment. Now more than ever I am a target of pedophiles, an object of rape, an item of domestic violence, an article of less national value.
I am the endangered specie, I eat hunger for dinner and drink thirst at lunch, malaria is the only companion I have ;though billions is spent to roll back malaria, the only person who gets rolled is me. Daily I am rolled into life of starvation, deprivation and violence. I am privileged to go to a health centre manned by quacks and I got enrolled some years back into a ghetto called school. In my school the teachers were never students or they were students who didn’t pass their exams; however they are all that could be hired since my situation is a pitiable one.
I want to read but hunger blobs my sight only for me to fail and the blame is put on the standard of education. I have looked every where for standard of education to ask it why it makes me fail but the more I search for it the more I see the faces of the government officials who sent their children to schools abroad with the budget meant for our local education.
I am the endangered specie, I would have loved to send in an entry for this years Children’s day celebration but I suddenly realized that I have failed my exams in advance because our curriculum is either not convenient for the kind of children in my country or my country is not committed to the curriculum. I suddenly realized that our leaders prefer a set of hungry, sick and uneducated children because they hate the idea that we may grow up to step into their big shoes. They prefer we do not grow healthily so that our legs will remain small and unable to fit into their shoes. They are happy when we keep failing exams, a justification of their teething hold on the jaws of our common wealth.
I just wrote an essay meant to be read at this year’s children’s’ day but I have a filling that my legislators are only interested in sharing constituency projects money for their avarice and the civil servants have become the civil gods. The judges are heating my small head with their gavels while the big thieves get patted for introducing dynamism to looting.
I am the endangered specie, our blackboards are so white that we can no more see what the chalk writes, I hawk on the streets and I am being hawked. Those who once lived their childhood to the fullest now deny me the innocence of childhood. I am raped, I am orphaned, I am exploited, I am denied basic amenities, and I am the endangered specie. I am the Nigerian child. Happy children’s day indeed!
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WRITING ON MY WALL
CredoWriters: Wakdok, Samuel Stephen.
Ø It has been eleven years since I started cleaning the dirt on my wall. I am cleaning my wall to erase all the old writings that dotted the wall over a period of thirty nine years. Hard as I clean, I am not making the desired progress I ought to. Could it be that the old writings on my wall have so stuck that no amount of cleaning will wipe them away, or is it that I clean slower than the writings that keep cropping?
Ø I need to have a clean wall; I need space on my wall to write quality health, affordable and decent accommodation, controlled inflation, optimal employment level, macro economic stability, good and motor able roads, and security. I need more space to write child care and protection, credible electoral process, stable power supply, adequate water supply, alternative revenue generation, refined petroleum products, religious harmony, youth and women empowerment.
Ø If I can clean all the previous rusty and dirty writings I will be able to write more of qualitative education, transparency and accountability, civil liberties, rule of law, dignity of human hood, national pride, agricultural revolution, balance of payments equilibrium, sound judicial and legal system. If I do not wipe my wall fast and clean enough how can I guarantee constitutional reforms and fundamental human rights? I need enough space to write on my wall. But the old writings clean slower and the most antagonizing is the little I clean, the more the old writings spring up. I still see rape after cleaning for eleven years, someone wrote poverty after all my efforts of cleaning this long. An enemy wrote religious crisis and genocide, robbery and rituals, women and child trafficking. How fast can I clean my wall when as I clean the fifth columnists write the old ways faster than I?
Ø It has been eleven years of cleaning my wall, do not write on my wall to enable me finish. If you must write, please do not write drug abuse, cultism, child marriage, exponential inflation of contracts. Please do not write exam malpractices, election rigging, advance fee fraud, money laundering. Help save my wall by not writing kidnapping, oil spillage, gas flaring, fuel scarcity . Do not bring the word discrimination on my wall neither should you bring hunger again to my wall nor bribery and corruption. I have been cleaning my wall for the past eleven years after it was messed up in the previous thirty nine years. I am about spending fifty years with a wall that I can not be proud of .Kindly spare me the troubles and pains of abortion, infant and mother mortality, mass illiteracy exam failure, prostitution, violence against women and children or slavery.
Ø I am so exhausted from eleven years of cleaning and writing on my wall. Give me some water and food, I need light to work all night and meet my target. Give me space to clean and write on my wall. If you must write on my wall do not write any of those words I am cleaning. Write prosperity, write self sufficiency, write development, write peace, write hope, write genuine DEMOCRACY! Eleven years of writing on my wall; I want the world to see the results and not excuses.
Ø It has been eleven years since I started cleaning the dirt on my wall. I am cleaning my wall to erase all the old writings that dotted the wall over a period of thirty nine years. Hard as I clean, I am not making the desired progress I ought to. Could it be that the old writings on my wall have so stuck that no amount of cleaning will wipe them away, or is it that I clean slower than the writings that keep cropping?
Ø I need to have a clean wall; I need space on my wall to write quality health, affordable and decent accommodation, controlled inflation, optimal employment level, macro economic stability, good and motor able roads, and security. I need more space to write child care and protection, credible electoral process, stable power supply, adequate water supply, alternative revenue generation, refined petroleum products, religious harmony, youth and women empowerment.
Ø If I can clean all the previous rusty and dirty writings I will be able to write more of qualitative education, transparency and accountability, civil liberties, rule of law, dignity of human hood, national pride, agricultural revolution, balance of payments equilibrium, sound judicial and legal system. If I do not wipe my wall fast and clean enough how can I guarantee constitutional reforms and fundamental human rights? I need enough space to write on my wall. But the old writings clean slower and the most antagonizing is the little I clean, the more the old writings spring up. I still see rape after cleaning for eleven years, someone wrote poverty after all my efforts of cleaning this long. An enemy wrote religious crisis and genocide, robbery and rituals, women and child trafficking. How fast can I clean my wall when as I clean the fifth columnists write the old ways faster than I?
Ø It has been eleven years of cleaning my wall, do not write on my wall to enable me finish. If you must write, please do not write drug abuse, cultism, child marriage, exponential inflation of contracts. Please do not write exam malpractices, election rigging, advance fee fraud, money laundering. Help save my wall by not writing kidnapping, oil spillage, gas flaring, fuel scarcity . Do not bring the word discrimination on my wall neither should you bring hunger again to my wall nor bribery and corruption. I have been cleaning my wall for the past eleven years after it was messed up in the previous thirty nine years. I am about spending fifty years with a wall that I can not be proud of .Kindly spare me the troubles and pains of abortion, infant and mother mortality, mass illiteracy exam failure, prostitution, violence against women and children or slavery.
Ø I am so exhausted from eleven years of cleaning and writing on my wall. Give me some water and food, I need light to work all night and meet my target. Give me space to clean and write on my wall. If you must write on my wall do not write any of those words I am cleaning. Write prosperity, write self sufficiency, write development, write peace, write hope, write genuine DEMOCRACY! Eleven years of writing on my wall; I want the world to see the results and not excuses.
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