The Spirit of Chief
Festus
“The night before the meeting, Sir Abubakar
Tafawa Balewa, whom I had visited two years before, gave us a banquet in the
hotel. Raja and I were seated opposite a
hefty Nigerian, Chief Festus, their finance minister. The conversation is still fresh in my
mind. He was going to retire soon, he
said. He had done enough for his country
and now had to look after his business, a shoe factory. As finance minister, he had imposed a tax on
imported shoes so that Nigeria could make shoes. Raja and I were incredulous. Chief Festus had a good appetite that showed
in his rotund figure, elegantly camouflaged in colorful Nigerian robes with
gold ornamentation and a splendid cap. I
went to bed that night convinced that they were a different people playing to a
different set of rules.”
Lee Kuan Yew in From
Third World to First World.
When I
sat down to write this essay, I had intended to focus on failing academic
standards called to our attention once again by the appalling WAEC results, and
add my voice to those of other stakeholders demanding educational reform. But then I thought, why bother? Who cares?
The Minister of Education, Ibrahim Shekarau, certainly doesn’t
care. He hasn’t even bothered to make a
cursory statement, if only to acknowledge the poor state of affairs and to make
a perfunctory pledge to look into the situation. And while we may bemoan the state of our
national affairs, how many Nigerians honestly care enough about the rot and
decay in our country to demand for transparency, accountability and
change?
We know
the cause of the atrocious WAEC results.
It is the same canker worm that has eaten into the fabric of our entire
national infrastructure. Do we really
need more analyses and vituperations? Is that going to change things? The vast majority of Nigerians appear to be
trapped by a sense of helplessness, disillusioned by the heartlessness of the
political class yet unable to do anything about it.
The event
which Lee Kuan Yew reports above took place on 10 January 1966, the evening
before a conference of Commonwealth prime ministers at the Federal Palace Hotel
in Lagos.
I can
imagine Lee Kuan Yew’s disbelief. What
kind of a mindset do these Nigerians have?
What exactly had the finance minister achieved that made him pat himself
on the back for his contribution to Nigeria?
How could he imagine that imposing a tax on imported shoes so that, on
retirement, he could grow his own shoe factory, was a national contribution
worthy of commendation? And how could he
not understand that he should actually be hiding his head in shame rather than
proudly sharing this testimony of his impunity?
Yet, sadly,
48 years later, what has changed? Our
politicians still have ‘a good appetite’ which they satisfy using the machinery
of government to legitimize their pillage of our country’s resources. They run government like a private enterprise
and in some cases even justify their blatant impunity. Recently, we saw how our
military was used as a functionary of the ruling party in the gubernatorial
elections in Ekiti and Osun states, and heard the spokesperson of our country’s
security service make partisan comments associating the opposition party with a
terrorist organization.
Furthermore,
there are some very wicked and foolish people surrounding the president who are
lying to him and attempting to deceive him into believing that he deserves to
be equated with such extraordinary leaders as Martin Luther King Jr., Lee Kuan
Yew, Nelson Mandela and Barack Obama, so that like Chief Festus, he can also
pat himself on the back for his contributions to this nation. He does so at his own peril.
Less than
a week after the Commonwealth conference while Yew was in Accra, “there was a
bloody coup in Lagos. Prime Minister
Abubakar had been assassinated and so had Chief Festus.”
What
happened, I wonder, to Chief Festus’ shoe factory? Did it continue to be run by his family
members in much the same way that Sani Abacha’s family has held on with dogged
tenacity to the loot he stole from Nigeria?
I don’t know the answer to that, but what I do know is that the spirit
of Chief Festus is alive and well. What our history has taught us is that
whether in military garb or civilian mufti the spirit of Chief Festus runs in
our leaders.
Where then
lies our hope as a nation? Definitely not in PDP or APC, two sides of the same
coin. It lies in our future. A day is coming in Nigeria’s future when the
youth will rise up in frustration and anger and will join hands to kill the
spirit of Chief Festus.
A UNICEF
report (Generation 2030/Africa @ page 10) published this month, reports that
·
“At the
country level, the greatest number of births in Africa takes place in Nigeria;
by 2015 one fifth of the continent’s births will take place in that country
alone, accounting for 5 per cent of all global births. From 2015 to 2030, 136
million births will take place in Nigeria — 19 per cent of all African babies
and 6 per cent of the global total. By 2050, Nigeria alone will account for
almost one tenth of all births in the world.
·
In absolute
terms, Nigeria is projected to add from 2031 to 2050 an additional 224 million
babies (21 per cent of the births in Africa and 8 per cent of all births in the
world).”
Our country,
in the foreseeable future, is going to have an army of young people who are not
befuddled by the obfuscations of their parents’ or grand parents’
generation.
The senses
of our political class, possessed by the spirit of Chief Festus, have been so dulled
that they do not see the enormity of the calamity they are courting by failing
to attend to the welfare of our youth – present and future. They do not see that refusing to address
corruption, refusing to reform education, refusing to create employment,
refusing to address poverty is tantamount to creating a world filled with
tension that will one day erupt into a revolution the likes of which we have
not seen in this nation before. It will
be a revolution that is not linked to any political party or any political
ideology. It will simply be a revolution
to kill the spirit of Chief Festus, and all those in whom that spirit resides.
Hussaina Ishaya-Audu
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