Friday, 3 February 2023

A to Z (My Time 2005). Foot notes by Dr Wilson Orhiunu January 2023




Alphabet Challenge

A

I have been bullied into doing this

A is for Area Boy assuming his Big post

(A-Z is from my 2005 book: My Time ; so no one shuo come here and say I am against their ‘candidate’

Sadly there is a lack of meritocracy in Naija and keys posts are held by the wrong people. There are two main Guys i would mention. Sir George Goldie CEO United African Company 1879. He was trading in Southern Nigeria with 'harsh methods' that would not have been tolerated in England but all is fair in 'area'. He was the Master Mind behind the concept of Nigeria and created the culture of repatriating money abroad to England. A Culture followed till today.

Goldie was the original Jagaban of Nigeria but boys no wan read books. No light

Next is Sir Frederick Lugard. Governor General of Nigeria 1914 to 1919. This gentleman had methods of diplomacy that were under pined by the Maxim gun (Sign here or die resisting!) He would never have rose to leadership in England but all is fair in 'area'.

The culture he created of a totalitarian leadership and abuse of power still exists today in Naija Government. To these 'Area Boys' Nigeria was just a place to do business, chop small, make some money for England, and live as lords.

Naija is still providing 'spare parts' for Europe

 

 

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

B for the Babes he is planning to toast

 

Area Boys in power is a tragedy, akin to slaves on horses and princes on foot. Having power with no regards to the responsibility to serve the people, the area boy is on a path to violently pillage the society. Since men love women, power gives him an opportunity to have his pick of women. With money, he cares not about how the babes feel. Afterall when buying a ram for Christmas you don’t ask the rams about how they feel about the sale. The babes in turn live above their means. Wigs, phones and clothes cost money as do foreign holidays and the babes have no means. An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles spoke about the Babes centuries ago. He said, Money for hand, back for ground

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

C for the contracts that will pay off his debts 

C is indeed for Contracts for the Area Boy in Power. Those who sponsor his political campaign did so in anticipation of contracts. Hyperinflated contracts for white elephant projects that guarantees everyone gets a piece of the Nigerian pie. An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles spoke about contracts centuries ago. He said, you scratch my back, I scratch your back.

Vying for office involves campaigning for four years. Party primaries cost money. The campaign trial involves travelling across a vast country at great cost. The people love the spectacle and the the rent-a-crowd job opportunities. Stomach infrastructure flows. Surprise surprise! The people are shocked when the politician comes to office and starts to recoup the expenditure.

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

D for the Dozens of bribes he would get

 

Dozen loads of bribes come to who is in office. Contractors know they need to out perform the competition so take our newpaper adverts to wish the politician well on the anniversary of when he bought his electric generation. Christmas is a special time for bribes masquerading as gifts. An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles spoke about bribes centuries ago. He said, na from where man dey work he go dey chop na.

The politician gets a percentage from any private firm awarded a contract. (And most times it is his own company)

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

E for Enjoyment; the songs and the dance

 

Lagos is the urban song and dance capital of the world. There is no surprise there as Lagos is an enjoyment centre. During the oil boom of the seventies every weekend was an occasion but in homes and on the streets and in the clubs. Food and drink flowed and musicians with their fingers on the pulse of the city’s merriment released songs back to back. Sunny Ade, Ebenezer Obey, Victor Uwaifo and Fela Kuti. The first dance we learnt for a song was Fela’s Open and Close. This was a Sapa free era when you danced in a state of over feeding. Despite the current harsh economic climate Afrobeat has become more virulent than Ebola and the accompanying leg work is just impossible for foreigners to learn. E shock dem!

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

F for the Failure of Good Governance

Failure is never a good word. Governance is important. But what is governance ? It is a collection of actions that consistently happen within an organisation in response to various stresses to the system. Checks and balances spring to mind. There has to be systems in place that holds the people and those in authority to account. Nobody is perfect. The accountant general might pay all the wages for the state into his private account but what happens next is important. Does he get arrested? Or are the salaries left in a high interest account for 6 months so that he can profit while families go hungry? In football there is governance on the field. The defender may not want to concede a goal and might throw a punch and knock out the attacker just before he shoots to score. Human beings will always do mad things. When they do, governance kicks in. An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles spoke about failed governance centuries ago. He said, na the cat wey tief the fish dey lead the panel of inquiry into the missing fish.

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

G for the Garri the people can’t eat

 

Garri is made from Cassava and is a staple diet in Nigeria. It is ubiquitous and serves the country better than any civil servant in post both as a main course and a snack. Garri made into eba is eaten with soups and garri soaked in water with added sugar, G Units (peanuts) or milk can be drank any time at great ease. Garri rises in symbolism from the plate into the collective pschye of Nigeria. It is an euphemism of everything good. Those going to wor are said to be going to find their garri when those whose fortunes have been thwarted by malevolence spirits and their human agents are said to have had sand poured into their garri.

With inflation the common man finds that he struggles to afford his daily garri. An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles spoke about unattainable garri centuries ago. He said, bad governments will make garri scarce despite a great cassava harvest and as for the little garri wey remain, dem must put sand sand inside.

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

H for the Hunger that adds to the Heat

 

Nigerians are hungry for both change and food. For some it’s a strong desire for a change of food. Sapa’nomics is everywhere and belle dey gum back. (The stomach is so empty that rather than a bulge, the abdomen sinks in almost going into the back).

An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles spoke about Hunger in the Heat centuries ago. He said, poor man dey suffer, monkey dey work, baboon dey chop. Sapa’nomics causing Japa’nomics. The truth is that where every there is hunger, not everyone is hungry. The workers work, and might eat but the upper class who run things eat and might not work.

The heat in a tropical country is no surprise but the factors that brought hunger also brought interrupted electric power supply that translates into no fans, no air-conditioners but abundance hungry mosquitoes in the heat (all night long).

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

I for Indignation that good people feel.

In a twisted case of tropical irony, the corrupt leaders also complain about the fall outs of corruption. They vote with their feet and fly out of Nigeria to Europe for backaches and headaches because like all the citizens they are appalled at the standard of Healthcare in the country. The Council for the Regulation of Engineering in Nigeria (COREN), says it has registered 67, 548 engineering practitioners in the country as at September 25, 2020.

The roads are still bad. The indignation continues

There about 10,000 Nigerians Doctors practising in the UK. The indignation continues

There about 8,000 Nigerian Doctors and Dentists in the USA. The indignation continues

Japa therapeutics for the curation of Sapa Pathological manifestations

An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic and psychological principles spoke about indignation centuries ago. He said, when you are in bed in your hut hungry and the sweet aroma of your wife’s cooking drifts across the village to your nostrils from her lover’s kitchen and you know where she is, you are actually  in bed with your second wife called indignation.

Wahala no dey finish but hope faith and creative problem solving MUST never finish

Alphabet Challenge

 

J for the Jobs that can’t pay the bills

Ma fi billing pa mi. There is always a bill after every human activity. The bill comes to do either one these two things; kill you or enhance your reputation as a capable somebori. Jobs pay a wage as the labourer is worthy of his salary. It is the salary that makes it possible for the worker to have transportation to go to a home where he reunites with a well fed family all happy to see him. Then he returns the next day for work while the kids go to school; an education paid for by his salary. I did not attend Harvard Business School but I do know that the said salary must be in excess of the total family bills. Once an economy starts to fail, inflation ensures that the basics cannot be afforded and the crime rate goes up. An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic and psychological principles spoke about poorly paid jobs centuries ago. He said, no romance without finance. There will be  frustration in the ozzaaaroom ooo!!!!!.

While a poorly paid job is better than no job. A job than cannot paid the bills no bi work o, na management o. (Saint Augustine Business School. The Rovers Campus).

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

K is for the K leg affecting the country.

The Orthopaedic Surgeons call it Genu Valgum. When the deformity is pronounced it produces a limp that hinders mobility. All nations stand on principles. A walking stick just wouldn’t do. Nations need to develop , sometimes running uphill. Nigeria appears to be standing on legs riddled with osteomyelitis and a little  gangrene. That explains what people call the N factor that rears its head in every aspect of national life (well, excluding Afrobeat, Nollywood, Amala making and baby making. Economy going down but population going up!)

Nigerian factor : Excuse used to explain away failures in Nigerian organisations or government. The term is both depressing and unpatriotic but the general premise is that any activity involving Nigerians has problems. IN practical terms it is usually activities involving government and Nigerians past thirty years of age.

An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic and orthopaedic principles spoke about K legs centuries ago. He said, las las, e don cast, leg wey no straight, break am and then straighten am.

This country will be rebuilt.

 

Cometh The People

1

Cometh the hour

Cometh the People

Birth the finest hour

O wombs of brave compatriots

Change has come

For all tribes and kindred

The sun sweetly shines with

Rays of hope and inspiration

2

This nation shall be built

From the ashes rise the towers

Join hands with brothers and sisters

Put strife and hate aside

The years of vile stagnation

Behind us in the past

Our back and hearts are strengthened

The future is ours to take

3

So ring the bell o People

Our destiny has began

The tears and pains are buried

Faith rises from the soil

Obedience unites a People

As Nigeria insists on change

That hour is upon us

The people shall arise

 

4

We work hard as a People

We toil and never sleep

We leap across big mountains

Overcoming every foe

Though History points a finger

That mocks our new resolve

Our God sends great assistance

Our compatriots shall excel

 

5

So tell the unborn nation

Still in the loins of men

Their future will be better

Than what has gone before

For they will be a people

Much mightier than we are

And they will owe their fortune

To Change that is happening now

 

 

 

 

Dr Wilson Orhiunu

 

Babawilly

03/05/15

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

L is for the Lazy who take all things easy

 

In times of urgency, some will say , ‘relax first, I cannot come and kill myself’. These are lazy people lacking in the discipline to bring their dreams to past. Due to the long hours spent in bed they have numerous dreams and visions but they just can’t get up. The never suffer with insomnia rather insomnia suffers from them. I tell all my high achievers suffering from anxieties and the fear   of failure to have a Lazy friend and hand out with them once a month. The lazy provide an  important service to a society full of stress. They know how to unwind and are aware of which  joints are best to do so in. The latest music and movies are known to them and they know all the best gossip. Three hours in their company and you are relaxed, having had the time of your life. Because the lazy are unwilling to expend energy they may sometimes come up with the most cost- effective and energy efficient way to get a task completed.

An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles spoke about lazy people centuries ago. He said, ‘always run difficult tasks by lazy people’. They are geniuses at delegation and they are expert at never giving jobs to lazy people. Their motto: this life; I can’t kill myself.

Always bear in mind that today’s ‘laziness’ might be tomorrow’s standard operation procedure

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

M for the Motherland, our place in the Sun

The men pined for the Guavas of home in a distant land of strange tongues and exotic cultures. They sang, Oh my home. Oh my home. When shall I see my home. When shall I see my native land, I will never forget my home.

Of course men and women naturalise everywhere. People can acquire new tastes and new sensibilities. The Motherland could be supressed to the back of the mind and deceive the brain that the Data is gone (Otilo!) and all the memories are discarded to a recycle bottomless bin. It takes just one drum beat and it all comes rushing back to raw consciousness with interest. When the ancestors call, it is a sound inaudible to the ear’s tympanic membranes. It is an ancient rhythm heard in the heart (for cardiac chambers have ears).

An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles and human geography spoke about people and their ancestral homestead centuries ago. He said, home is home.

There is indeed a place in the sun where there is hope for everyone. Mama Africa gave us our portion of Earth and we affectionately call it Naija. Some think the ancestors are all male but the prostate gland cannot bear babies. Our ancestor is doing a head stand with her hair in the Atlantic. Her crotch is Lokoja and her legs up the Niger and Benue.

And the sun never stops shining.

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

N for Nigeria. In potential Number One

 

The naming ceremony for Nigeria took place behind closed doors. Flora Shaw heard the name ‘outside’ and decided on it. She appears to be an aunty that got what she wanted. She was friends with Cecil Rhodes and George Goldie. She obviously had an eye for men in power but as she couldn’t marry either; she still didn’t loose guard and so married Lord Lugard. She mentioned the name Nigeria in an article published in The Times in January 1897 and the rest became history. She was born in Woolwich and had no children with Lugard. Her spiritual descendants must be Naija people as they all flock to live in the Woolwich area till date. An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic and sociological principles spoke about human habitations centuries ago.

He said, monkey no dey born goat but if he adopt goat, the goat go like to live around monkey family house.

The British came to the Niger Area with their Boys because it had potential to yield profit for Empire. The potential endures till date. New mineral discoveries are announced daily. There is indeed a potential for generate wealth to help Naija people on Naija soil but the goats keep on repatriating stolen wealth to the Monkey’s banks in the land of Flora Shaw.

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

O for October whose first day is ours

 

Independence means make your own. You write your own vision, policies and strategies and inform the world about it. When the world writes your history, economic policies and strategies you are not independent. The problem with not making your own is that your have to import. And when you run out of money, you receive loans to import more. If steel is not manufactured, it has to be imported. The oil in the ground cannot be explored without steel so the technologies are imported. The Cocoa comes out of the ground with full chest but there are no global chocolate brands so we sell produce at peanuts and import chocolate at an Oba’s ransome (Kuti). Just dey play

An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles and human behaviour spoke about independence centuries ago. He said, if you own the drums and play the beat but you do not manufacture the microphones or the recording equipment, you will think you own Afrobeat but you don’t. Just dey play

Social media is the new Empire. They have all the Data. If WhatsApp stops in Nigeria, the nation will stop. Our independence na scam

Manufacturing, Digital, Financial, Military and social media dependence is the order of the day.

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

P for the prayers that go out all hours

 

We thought the Biblical Prophet Elijah was a bad guy. Why all this Mount Carmel yabbis to the prophets of Baal na?

And at noon Elijah mocked them, saying, “Cry aloud, for he is a god. Either he is musing, or he is relieving himself, or he is on a journey, or perhaps he is asleep and must be awakened.”

Little did I know that people in Nigeria still feel that their gods are asleep and must be roused with loud prayers from huge loud speakers. I usually wake up at the first syllable of their prayers but they go on and on. Churches and Mosques, at the crack of dawn just when your sleep is sweetest, you hear them.

As a Christian I am all for prayers around the clock. But the silent ones. The private ones. The gentle prayers. I believe that God will answer based on faith and not on volume of voice or abundance of words.

An African sage with vast knowledge of ancient economic principles and spiritual issues spoke about  God’s state of consciousness centuries ago. He said, cow wey no get tail, na God dey drive am fly, God no dey sleep o

Since the Bible said he who watches over Israel (Nigeria) will neither slumber nor sleep, biko off mic.

I am a simple man and I want to sleep and slumber in peace. Still dey pray for me sha.

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

Q for the Queen, we are still Commonwealth.

 Well, my A to Z poem was written in 2005. I loved the Queen. Koman beat me.

I returned to the UK on the day Her Majesty died. I had returned from burying my mum in Nigeria and was already mourning.

I had attended the Commonwealth Games 2023 in my City of Birmingham and was happy to be part of it.

Some say they are angry about the slave trade and colonialism and so want nothing to do with the Commonwealth. I don’t feel the same way.

There are many areas of mutual benefit for Nigeria and England, so while we don’t deny the past we need to think of a future that would be better for our children than it was for us.

The Queen paid two visits to Nigeria. The first was a 20 day visit (28/1/1956 to 16/2/1956) and it included a Naija Valentine Day. The second visit was in December 2003.

God bless the memory of the late Queen Elizabeth the Second

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

R for the risks we take with our health

 

Na wa for Naija men sha. They take too many risks. The biggest one  is when they suspect everything a Doctor says to be a part of a grand conspiracy.

Some don’t believe in any Virus whatsoever (because they cannot see them), yet they believe in juju they cannot see.

Some are not too keen on speed limits on the motorway while others think drink driving once in a while is ok. These are all activities that can end life prematurely.

Voting in politicians that lack the capacity to improve health in the country is risky.(Just commissioning large hospitals is not healthcare provision. Rather it is a ‘contract for the boys’ situation)

Light, running water and a good sewage system would do more for health than cutting ribbons in front of large white buildings. Affordable nutrition is the best tablet a human being can get. Putting men in power who cannot take a wholistic approach to the protection of our collective wellbeing, human rights to health care and health equality is carelessness.

Each human has a right to health care and health equality. But the right to vote is superior to the right to receive a robust health system.

 The big shot flies abroad for the healthcare of himself and his family while his supporters sing his praises and fight in his name while they do not even have passports that are in date.

Risky!!!

And while we are on the topic; is the Brazillian Butt Lift really worth the risk of undergoing anaesthesia?

Ukwu!!!

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

S for Stadium, we’re still good at soccer.

A tap in by Nwankwo Kanu was how the press reported the only goal in Portsmouth FC’s one nil victory over West Bromwich Albion in the FA Cup semi-final at Wembley on the 5th of April 2008. That was my first time seeing Kanu in action and my one and only trip to Wembley Stadium. This was the biggest stadium I had been in till I toured the Nou Camp, Barcelona on the 16th of November 2022. The UAC Sports ground , now called Teslim Balogun Stadium Lagos is where I had the fondest soccer memories. Between 1975 to 1980 I watched our St Finbarr’s College Akoka school team play the Principal’s Cup Football tournament there. Nigeria no doubt has the talents to win a World Cup someday. But potential is not enough.

We need to organise like Asake. Bring back law and order to every nook and koro of Nigerian life.

Today there is VAR and we still have disputes. Spare a thought for our playground football games in the 70s when the goal posts were marked by stones. Now, for a goal to be allowed, more than 50% of the ball must go over the inner quarter of the stone. Anything above a quarter was an ‘over stone’ which meant a disallowed goal. Arguments raged over such high velocity shots that might have hit the bar and gone in if a bar existed. Action replays were dramatized with people holding the ball and demonstrating the flight path of the ball with their biased hands in slow motion.

Football is Nigeria’s national sport. Killing mosquitoes is a close second followed by switching on the Gen.

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

 

T

T for the tailors who sew our Ancara

Unto Adam also and to his wife did the LORD God make coats of skins, and clothed them.

Ever since the Almighty God delivered the first tailoring job, the sartorial mantle has been passed on to Nigerian tailors. They have broken new ground in weaving thread through fabric creatively to the point that Nigerians are the best dressed people on the planet. These talented and inspired tailors go far beyond the prophylaxis of nakedness. They make every head turn when their clients walk into the room. This cotton fabric is typically bright coloured and comes alive as if made of vibranium once that afrobeat music starts. The music goes into the fabric and causes the wearer to move in the style of the ancestors. Our tailors have excelled in sewing Aso Ebi. They make about 300 million units a year and these ceremonial clothes are shipped worldwide to birthday parties, weddings and funerals worldwide.

Christmas period can be a problem as our tailors never refuse to take on jobs and they always promise that, ‘e go ready before Christmas eve’. (Classic over promising and under delivering). This is the only time our tailors and Politicians start to sound alike. Christmas and election factors respectively.

That no tailor has been shot for disappointing a client for Christmas is proof that the first tailor on Earth is on their side.

Once in a while, the ‘what I ordered and what I got’ differs by a country mile. Story for another day.

 

 

Alphabet Challenge U

U for Umbrellas that shield traditional rulers

For 500 years Kano has held yearly Durbars in which the largest parade of horse men in Africa are on display. Hawan Daushe is that part of the festivities when the Emir mounts his sensationally decorated horse and leaves the Palace to pay homage to the Queen Mother at her Palace. A large majestic umbrella is held high above him by someone whose job it is to protect him from the sun’s rays and also twirl the fascinating umbrella at breath taking speed. Music, an entourage of horsemen and acrobats make this one of the most spectacular displays in Nigeria.

The Europeans came with their Umbrellas when they first came to trade in the Southern parts of Nigeria. Soon, the rich and important people had umbrellas.

The invasion of Lagos on Boxing Day 1851 by the British started the long journey towards colonisation and the formation of Nigeria in 1914. The colonialist needed to protect themselves with Umbrellas and so it became a must have accessory for the powerful sons of the soil. The shade of trees was for the common people. The image of the Umbrella being a save place of refuge for everyone in Nigeria is a romantic idea and probably played a part in one of our main political parties adopting the Umbrella as a logo. It however appears that only a select few in Nigeria are protected from the harsh rays of Sapa. There is not enough room under the umbrellas for everyone.   

 

 

Alphabet Challenge V

 

V for the vaccines our children require

 

It’s a Jungle out there and everyone desires you for breakfast especially those biological wild animals; the bacteria and viruses. In war and peace, the capture of your foe’s arsenals for inspection is imperative. Spying is life sustaining. Once an enemy and his weapons are captured, the scientists pull them apart while the ‘gentlemen’ interrogate the captured officers.  The next battle goes differently, augmented by the new intelligence. Just looking at a foe for long hours gives competitive advantage. That detestable lethal weapon must be studied before wrestling out a victory. Medical establishments worldwide use the logo of the snake in the tree.

The Lord told Moses to make a serpent out of brass and attach it to a pole. When the people were bitten and looked at the brass serpent, the Lord saved them.

(I am not sure if Shayo guys desiring freedom from their vice would gain their cure by gazing at Hennessy).

Interestingly Greek juju Hermes hijacked the symbol and repackaged it as Caduceus

The children need help with seemingly invisible beasts. Just as an army would not seek to capture 50 thousand soldiers for interrogation, only a few bits of biological ingredients are needed for the babies to develop the required learning. They develop immunity without being overcome by a battalion of beasts. That is the duty of a generation to the next one. Protection, support and love. Making sure that the babies are not meeting the enemy for the first time during an invasion of a thousand beasts.

 

 

Alphabet Challenge W

 

W for the water the taps do not bring

 

 

Water no get enemy and everyone hates a drought. I recall that between 1982 and 1984 all my friends called things we didn’t particularly feel were up to an acceptable standard ‘dry’. There were dry jokes, dry parties and dry conversations. Things needed to flow. Gist, laughter, drinks and money had to be in motions (preferably in our direction). It was a slang that came and went but we all knew where it emanated from, hatred for dry taps.

We had a song in Sunnyfields Primary School

This is the way we wash out hands early in the morning.

The taps of Lagos all flowed in Lagos in the early seventies and rightly so if I may add. The name Lagos was coined by Portuguese who saw many bodies of fresh water in town. Lagos is Portuguese for Lakes. There is a Lagos in Portugal also. In Portugal’s Southwestern coast line the beautiful City of only about 32,000 people enjoy taps that flow and light switches that always work.

Nigeria, the Country, was named after the River Niger. Of Nigeria’s 36 states a few are also named after rivers namely Sokoto, Kaduna, Osun, Benue, Niger, Cross River, Rivers, Imo and Kogi which houses our main confluence at Lokoja. Kogi is the Hausa word for River.

Writing about all this water is making me thirsty. Our boarding houses in FGC Kaduna were named after the great Rivers of Africa and I was in Zambezi House.

I am as perplexed as you as to why all taps in Nigeria do not run freely. I don’t like the answer Bob Marley suggested in his song Rat Race about our abundant fresh water reserves.

 

 

 

 

Alphabet Challenge X

 

X is for Xylophone Fuji bands play as they sing

 

UNESCO says ‘Mount Fuji has inspired artists and poets for centuries’. Never a truer statement has been uttered bearing in mind the learned Gentlemen that have graced the courts of Nigerian Music. Of note are the two Barristers on the mic.

But let us go to the origin. Alhaji Sikiru Ayinde Barrister while transiting through a busy airport was captivated by a poster of Mount Fuji. At that moment he decided to name his brand of were music Fuji. He prospered and soon had a fierce rival Alhaji Kilington Ayinla giving him a run for his music.

But like a grand master in a shaolin movie the senior Barrister produced a Junior one to silence everyone. His mentee was Alhaji Ayinde Marshall Barrister (K1 De Ultimate of the Ade Ori Okin fame)

Fuji has gone from strength to strength introducing various instruments into the mix. But one thing sets Fuji apart. If you no get voice, you hide your face. You must be able to sing live and do so for hours.

The Fuji Collabo’s have tickled me no end.

Adewale Ayuba and Jazz man Olofin’s Raise the roof was great.  Pasuma Wonder and The Remedies’ was sensational in Jeaulosy. I was walking down the streets of Lagos State!

Abass Akande Obesere and Zlatan’s Egungun always has me in stitches

Egungun be careful, na express you dey go

(Nothing wey Japanese Juju no go see on top Mount Fuji)

 

 

Alphabet Challenge

Y is for Yellow, we love to bleach dark skin lighter

 

The imperfection that mars an object is called a flaw. There can be no flaw in an original piece of art because it was not drawn from a template. Everyone is born an original, but people look in the mirror and see flaws. They then go on to ponder for many months the origins of these flaws. There is always a gold standard, the so-called flawless ones. Self- improvement and aspiring to always look one’s best are worthy goals but to improve appearances, one must know where the current location is and where the destination lies. With personal appearance, the thin membrane that separates the need to look one’s best from body dysmorphic disorder is a difficult thing to unravel.

To over come the inertia of complacency one must have a dissatisfaction with where one is. On the other hand, too much dissatisfaction with where one is leads to depression. The dissatisfaction of human beings with how they look is a Billion Dollar industry. Most social medial platforms allow users to ‘filter out’ their own physical traits which don’t come up to standard (who sets standards?)

Fela Kuti had a song entitled Yellow Fever in which he lampooned the Nigerians with title deeds for acres of dark skin who conspire with chemical collaborators to get light skinned or die trying. The skin bleaching struggle continues today but the nomenclature has moved on. It is now called skin toning

 

 

 

 

 

Z is for Zebra crossings on roads in Abuja

A should have been for Abuja but the Area Boys stole the show. Perhaps I have saved the best for last. Not that Naija is rich on savings. There is always a loan past every international corner and Sapa on the local streets. The cars zoom past but the common man must cross the streets as there is hope on the other side.

12.12.1991 has a ring to it. (No bi juju bi dat?) This was the day that Lagos officially abdicated the throne for Abuja to sit on. The Capital City was born in time for Christmas, and wise men from the east flocked in.

A should have been for Aso Rock but the Area Boys stole the show. The dismantled the stage and stole the stole and sound systems too. Unlike Mount Fuji so many miles away, Aso Rock has no one naming their music after it. The 400 metre high lump of stone has so far inspired no one to do anything great.

Z could have been for Zuma Rock but the Zebras stole the show. These are dangerous equines that can kill with a kick. No one in Africa saddles a Zebra and rides it for good reason. It is safer for Zebras to saddle roads so that we can cross them. The stripes make them easily recognisable. The Old Lady of Italy understands this as do the Magpies of Newcastle. Noticeability on the roads as you cross is why the road got painted in the first place. May your eye sight not fail you when the white paint fades away.



 

Sunday, 7 August 2022

Closing Ceremony (The Last Time)

 


By and by, the chance of the activities we have just completed being the last time we do them increases every year. We start of doing almost everything for the first time. That first airplane flight without parental supervision, that first drive in a car or that first broken bone. It is exciting and always remembered.

As age grows so does the number of ‘last time’ events. Unless the first time, you usually don’t know it when it is the last time. The stories are told in retrospect by the living about the dead.

I have always been one for the start of things. I have always found the excitement of beginnings motivating while the endings have always been that fade away as I rush to take hold of the new thing coming.

I think that is why I bought tickets for the opening ceremony of the Birmingham 2022 Commonwealth Games in November 2021 but gave the Closing Ceremony no thought.

Then my mother died in May 2022 and I began to consider things differently. Funerals are held at the end of life for a reason. It might have been a successful life or  an unsuccessful one but a ceremonial acknowledgement of the departed soul has always been held by human beings. Lives lived in service to others are celebrated with speeches in honour of the dead while lives lived without much contribution to family, friends and society is scrutinised for lessons that could instruct others on what not to do in life. Nothing focuses the mind like loss. The one looking a lost bank note or car keys thinks of nothing else. Death is the ultimate loss. As soon as the news is received; the life of the deceased flashes across the mind in a fraction of a second. What next happens is what has happened since the world began. There is an intense need to dramatize the grief. Conversations, eulogies, change in dressing ad hair styles (depending on culture) and planning a funeral ceremony; songs speeches and prayers.

The Commonwealth Games have been very successful (at least to me) and the excitement generated with watching medals won needs to be channelled to something at the end. There is sadness that it is ending in the hearts of fans while workers might be relieved that the games are over. Everyone needs to gather to perhaps mourn the end of something great with songs, drama and speeches. Then the energy is channelled into hope. There will be another Commonwealth Games in four years. The circle of life goes on. This is reassuring. There is comfort in knowing the skills acquired and displayed with n=be passed on to the next organising committee and the torch keeps on burning.

A funeral service is similar. The children of the deceased are living examples that life marches on through the roads that the next generations forge. The highlights of the life that has come to an end are discussed and celebrated. Records broken, feats accomplished and personal disadvantages overcome are mentioned. A reminder that life is a battle with victory there for the taking and when you die there are no more battles to fight on earth.

In practical terms the chances of having an international sporting event being hosted in the city I reside in and my house being walking distance from the stadium is really low. This might be the last time this happens so I might as well take up this opportunity.

I bought my ticket late for the closing ceremony. It will get dark and when the slow songs start that reassure the soul about meeting again in four years for another tournament; no one will see my tears. My mind fleets between the funeral I must attend and the closing ceremony I will be attending. Birmingham 2022 will be but a memory after the closing ceremony.

Wednesday, 27 July 2022

Tremor Nation

 

The salutations changed after I turned fifty. Or maybe that was when I noticed.

‘How is your wife?’

‘How are the kids?’

‘Hearing from your mother? Hope she is fine’

That is the Nigerian way. The guys would shake your hand, smile but never ask about you.

I had two responses, the short one which was ‘fine’ and the long one which was ‘how long do you have?’

I had to answer ‘fine’ most of the time because I usually don’t like talking about my problems. Things were far from fine. There had been a domestic earthquake at home and I as boarded the plane for Lagos it felt I was escaping from tremors to go see more tremors. My mother’s hands had been shaking for some time now.

31/01/2022

AF 1165 Birmingham to Paris was a 1 hour 20 minutes affair. I was given some orange squash and a sandwich for my troubles. I chewed in anger as I had read a comment by someone on social media poking fun at a Presidential aspirant for having a hand tremor. Before I went into medical school I had been taught at home not to make jest of the symptoms and signs of disease. This was a cruel sport but alas; the world is full of cruelty. This is the same reason that no one in public office in Nigeria discloses their medical diagnosis to anyone; not even in death. The reasoning is that no one can berate you for dying from a ‘brief illness’. Confidentiality is not taken seriously either, and it is not unknown for medical reports to appear on social media. So the politicians fly abroad for treatments in places where their secrets are kept safe.

AF148 Paris to Lagos was a better journey. I had registered for the Lagos City Marathon for something to distract me from why I was really travelling to Nigeria. I had done a lot of running, stretches, balance drills that included standing on one leg, all in preparation for the big race. A few perceptive people had asked, ‘hope everything was fine’ when I told them I was travelling to Naija.

I told them, everything was fine and I was going to run the marathon.  Ironically I was also going to see my mother who was now struggling to walk as her muscles had become stiff and the grace, poise and agility of youth had deserted her leaving behind tremors. I had tremors on my mind. The whole country appeared to have tremors on their minds also.

As we landed I looked through the window to see Lagos lit up. I was soon pushing my trolley to the car park where my brother was waiting. Some offered to change my Dollars and others offered to push the trolley. I thanked them for their kind offers and moved on.


This was Naija. Everything hot, everything ginger. My mum stayed up to wait for me and she watched me eat.

1/02/2022

No one ever shouted from the rooftops with a heart overflowing with joy that they could button their shirts or do their zips. Hand movements are taken for granted. Everyone thinks they would pick up pens at will forever. People dress up in the mornings thinking about their neighbour’s designer outfits.  Isn’t it better to button up your Primak than have people help you button up Armani? Well my mum now needed help with getting up and dressing in the morning. Everyone had to get used to it. It was a struggle for me as my last visit to Lagos was in 2018 when I ‘really’ came to run the Lagos City Marathon and my mum was independently mobile. Since then I had studied her life for my next book: It takes a village and had thought a lot about her in the 70s and 80s. The energy and drive was all gone now.

I went to the Teslim Balogun Stadium early to get my running number and was given Race Number 444. It tickled me no end.

John 4:44 Jesus himself testified, that a prophet hath no honour in his own country.


The slogan The Race Never Stops was everywhere in the stadium. On the way back home I was on social media and the Presidential race indeed never stops in the country. The anti-tremor caucus were vile today. They showed videos of a man’s tremor and insinuated he was not fit to be a President. What if he had been in a wheel chair?


As it was for Nigeria so it was for neurological diseases: Things Fall Apart; the centre could not hold. The brain no more gave out instructions that a substantial part of Nigeria could respond to and the future looked shaky.

Back home I sat with my mum at the table. I have balance, suppleness and dexterity to spare having been a dancer most of my adult life. Ownership of the running number 444 indicated that I ran faster than 90% of the population. I also wrote with a pen without tremors albeit with an unattractive writing.  13,091 steps was my tally for the previous day; accumulated from my early morning run and walking through the airports in Paris and Lagos. My mother was down to 120 steps a day and though she had given me life, I couldn’t give her some of my fitness. Na so we dey look each other.


I went out for a run later in the day and found the roads difficult. The uncovered man holes meant I constantly looked down, and then the Okada motorbikes that left the roads and joined us on pavement meant I always looked behind me. Then there were people on either side all trying to avoid something. So my eyes were on my sides.  I had 14,862 steps by the time I went to bed.

02/02/2022 Wednesday

The Taxify car was an ancient of days. I knew the answer to my silly question as the words left my mouth. ‘Is there AC?’ Winding down the windows was a struggle as was opening the back doors at our destination. My mother has a colonoscopy after which she went home and I walked back to Teslim Balogun Stadium to the Reddington Zaine lab to do my Day 2 Covid test. The petite lady alarmed me by saying she would be taking the swab himself and she looked very efficient. Up my nose and almost to my brain that swab went and next thing I was gagging as she moved the swab like those music conductors in charge of orchestras. I dropped by at the bank to collect a new soft token and surprised myself by refusing to give my pen to this random lady who needed a pen. I had imagined her hands full of viruses.

I walked back to the diagnostic centre to collect the typed Colonoscopy report and then walked back in the direction of the Stadium again. Alhaji Masha Road was one i walked on a lot in the 80s. The low cost housing blocks on the left with strange electrical wiring looked strange to behold. The building looked like a human body that had bleached its skin for it had a thousand shades of colour. All the nerves were on the surface in a grotesque formation. I could almost see a weather beaten brain on the roof sending epileptic shock waves into the building.  I wondered what the condition of the toilets might me. At the end of the road was the National Stadium Surulere and to the right I saw Eric Moore Towers in the distance. Alone, walking, I wondered where all the people I went to secondary school with were now. The people who walked this roads with me. We watched Football matches at Teslim Balogun Stadium (formerly UAC Sports ground) when our beloved St Finbarr’s Football team ruled Lagos.

Alone walking; I stepped back in time and was grateful I was still here and that I had written about my time in school. It does really take a village.

At Adeniran Ogunsanya, I tried to buy a SIM card and the ‘network was down’. There was a ‘Nationwide problem’ with the NIN (National Identification Number) computers. Things have a way of breaking down in Naija. The brain; the great nerve centre sometimes cannot send the right messages to the peripheral parts. No network is ubiquitous the diagnosis heard from the mouths of every citizen. Security, electric power and financial accountability were in constant high frequency tremors that ensured that the country’s leadership and people were on different wavelength.

At home I went through the archives; pictures and documents. This took hours. I got an e mail to say my Covid test was Negative.

04/02/2022 Friday

I decided to register for the Ile Ife Heritage Marathon and 10km race taking place on Sunday the 6th of February. I couldn’t do it on line but the organiser of the race Dayo Reiman agreed to enter me in manually even though the registration for the virtual race had closed on the 31st of January.  She e- mailed my running Bib which my brother printed out for me.

05/02/2022 Saturday

I call this internal packing. It does get confusing sometimes when I have to pack stuff to go and sleep elsewhere. The last thing I want to do is forget an item. The taxi fare to Lekki was N5,900. It felt exorbitant. You could buy a whole car for that same amount in bygone years.

06/02/2022 Sunday

I put on my race number 114 and hit the streets of Lekki hoping to do my 10km in about an hour and 10 minutes. It did not transpire how I had envisaged but it was good all the same. I had a minor shock as I ran up the pedestrian bridge and found an Okada in hot pursuit. I got out of the way but there was one coming in the other direction. A few people were sleeping on the steps having spent the night there. More motor bikes sped in both directions with so much confidence that I doubted myself for thinking the motor bikes were breaking traffic rules. I filmed the motorbikes and put it up on a WhatsApp group for clarification.





To be Nigerian is to be tortured

It appears that traffic laws are subject to private interpretation. I attended House on The Rock for morning service. Pastor Appreciation Day. It was quite an inspirational morning as the Church honoured Pastor Paul Adefarasin for his service to humanity. Like always happens when the acts of an inspirational figure is on public display, I got to a point and wondered what I was doing with my life. The achievements were incredible.

I had a lecture in me I was keen to unleash on students which was entitled:

How to improve your writing.

It is always good to go back to the Alma Mata and inspire the students.

A few of my former classmates as St Finbarr’s College Akoka helped to facilitate the day.


Sam/Emmanuel/Baba/Godwin 1980 set. St Finbarr's College

 There were a lot of messages exchanged between us and the school administrators.

9-2-2022 Wednesday

I had not walked into the school since 1980. Well I walked through the gates in 2017 during my morning run while on holiday in Lagos and the gatemen refused me entry without an appointment. They didn’t even allow me snap a picture with the bust of the late Father Slattery. Even though annoyed I respected their sticking to the rules they had been handed.

It was strange walking around the school after my talk. Sitting in the class rooms brought memories back. 

The late seventies was a time when my parents were in peak physical fitness and had the wherewithal to kick me from Surulere to Akoka if I peradventure decided I didn’t want to attend school. I would have speed through the air and Father Slattery had enough football skills to control my descending body with his right foot and kick me into class. 


I inspected the boarding house and said hello to the students. It was a fulfillng day and I gave out copies of my books to both staff and students.

12/02/2022 Saturday

I woke up by 4:30am and was soon dressed for the Lagos City Marathon. I was prepared. I had bought my sweets and chocolates for the race the night before and they were all chilling in the freezer. I looked out the window into the black Naija early morning and this triggered an internal dialogue.

‘Those loud bangs last night, were they really fireworks? If they were gunshots, have the bullets finished? What if the Angel of Death is determined to fly out of Lagos with a full plane this morning and there are 15 empty seats waiting to be filled?

 I cancelled my plans to leave at 5am and waited till 6am as I cannot koman kee maisef.

The last time I rang this race was the 10th of February 2018 and my mum was up when I was leaving. Things had changed a lot in four short years. The will and strength for such things were now long gone. There would be no post-race gathering at Sapper’s water front on Bonny Camp this time around. Four years ago when we had gathered at the restaurant my mother had jokingly said she was the ‘mama of the marathon’ and thus justified eating to replenish her energies.

There was no one at the starting line up as they had left thirty minutes earlier. I was running alone and soon caught up with another late comer. Running alone is a different race. No banter, no camaraderie, you alone with your thoughts and your bladder. I made a detour to answer natures call on some grassy patch in front of a fence. It felt illegal but wetin man go do na? It was at this point I remembered my sweets in the fridge back home. I was running without carbs to munch in solitude.

I get good ideas in solitude. I did not share my mother’s womb with a twin and I am certain I would not be sharing my coffin with anyone when the time is up. They would cry about how much they would miss you then throw you in the dirt (after all there is a reception to attend after internment. Being alone with legs moving is a different kind of solitude. It reminds you that the hard things are usually done alone.

By the 10Th Kilometre I was on the Third Mainland Bridge; Nigeria’s most important bridge. It was deserted as expected and a bus crept up on us asking us to jump on the vehicle taking people to the finish line. I explained I started late and moved on. The run up to kilometre 17 was arduous. I had no snacks and even though there were water stations, I needed calories. There lagoon below looked ugly today and my toes began to hurt. This was the bridge afflicted with tremors in 2006 and caused rumours of its eminent collapse into the lagoon to spread. I was slipping into a pit of doubt and began to recite every prayer I could think of. Not completing the race was an impossibility in my mind yet I saw no way that I could complete it. I was starving and thinking of how hard it is to go from Surulere to Eko Atlantic City. This was a journey that was impossible to do for many people. A Surulere house might cost $50,000 while a flat in Eko Atlantic could go for $1 millon. The journey from the mainland to the Island was in some instances was as far as the heavens are from the earth. My dad and mum drove from Surulere to their offices on the Island for many years using the Carter Bridge and the Eko Bridge. My dad has since died having left Lagos on an invisible bridge to the great beyond while my mum even though alive could no longer drive or walk across any of the bridges that lead to the Lagos Island.

Last year people claimed they saw cracks in the bridge but there were none today. I was the one feeling cracks in my hamstrings.  I ran and it felt like the bridge stretched longer. It took an eternity to go from one Kilometre sign to the next. I wished the race was over but I simultaneously knew it was a few hours to go. The conflict was torture. Like when I was in the theatre assisting my Professor of Surgery at King’s College Hospital Camberwell in an operation. After three hours I was exhausted and that was when I had the biggest buttock itch I had ever felt while my gloved hands were in the patient’s belly.

The wicked itch had a mind of its own and travelled up my back before returning to my bum. That operation went on forever but a life was at stake. The parents were sat outside and Prof worked on the child’s liver with gentle deliberate movements. You stood there till the job was done.


By the 20th Kilometre the heavens opened. The rains were angry and seeking to exert revenge for something. The skies were dark and the lightening was frightening. I was soaked to the underpants and the messages from my toes were not great. I knew I was losing toes nails but there was no need to stop now. I bought snacks from road side vendors and staggered on along Osbourne Road. The pores of my running shoes oozed water and squeaky sounds with each step. Next came Gerrard and Alexander roads before crossing the Lekki-Ikoyi bridge; Nigeria’s prettiest bridge. This newest of bridges was a symbol of modernity and hope for the young Nigerians otherwise known as the EndSars generation. Runners, motorists and film makers all love this bridge. Ironically the young Nigerians are unable to afford real estate in the neighbourhood. Mark Zuckerberg went running on the bridge during his visit to Nigeria further enhancing the iconic image of the bridge

At the finish line at Eko Atlantic I was surprised to be there, in pains and snapping photographs with my medal. It is impossible to express the sense of fulfilment one gets.

 I had met four of my friends in the flesh for the first time Asmau Vivien, Dayo Akinbode Reiman who arranged the Ife Marathon race I had taken part in the week before, Sage Hasson the poet and Ngozi Ugoji.

I got home and I saw my toes were all damaged. Both big toe nails sat on a throne of blood. This race took a lot out of me and I walked like a duck with hip pains. The good thing was that I had raised quite a bit of money for the Orphanage in Ikorodu.

I was walking differently the next day. It was the gait of success. Every muscle below my belly button was in severe pain and going up those stairs at House on the Rock was as arduous as walking up Mount Zion bare footed in the middle of winter. This was beginning to be the longest I have been in Nigeria since 1989 and it was beautiful rediscovering my roots at close range.

Monday 14/02/2022

Enate and I wore our life jackets and took our seats in a boat at the Lekki  jetty  and the noisy outboard engine came to life on the Lagos Lagoon. We got to the jetty in Ikorodu and found the Okada guys who took us to town. We hopped in a Rickshaw and arrived at the Orphanage. It was quite emotional meeting the founder Mummy Grace who shares the same birthday with me. We had a tour of the property that included a bakery and primary school. I meet the kids. It was the best Valentine’s Day ever. When it was time to go, the prayers for me and my supporters in fund raising made me shed a few tears. The journey back was exciting in some respects. We got trapped in the water as the jetty was full of water hyacinth that came in with the tide. The outboard engine coughed and spluttered then died and we began to drift in the water. In the end the boat handlers manoeuvred us out of our trap after about forty minutes. The engine needed to be freed of plant debris twice.

Tuesday 15/02/2022

We got our N3k tickets and boarded the train at Mobolaji Johnson Ebuta Metta train station heading for Abeokuta. 

It was fortunate I had been warned about the air conditioning on these trains the day before. It felt like they were trying to freeze our body parts. 

I had my jacket and hat on. That must  be the coldest air conditioning in Nigerian transportation history. A lady with a loud voice spoke for so long on her phone that I knew all about her family on the journey. She mentioned names which I googled. 

Wole Soyinka Station in Abeokuta was quite grand but you got the feeling they ran out of money towards the end. There were no good roads to walk out to. It was Okada time on bumpy terrain. The Kuti Heritage Museum, Olumo Rock and the Olusegun Obasanjo Presidential Library was how we spent the day. Every car has its petrol and we are all like cars. 

The Olumo Rock had a lot of mystique to it and it rose to its reputation. 

The Kuti residence was like going into the factory floor of an icon manufacturing establishment and the Olusegun Obasanjo Presidential Library looked like a version of  the White House in Africa. 

 

The Olusegun Obasanjo Presidential Library Abeokuta


As we rode on our Okada’s back to Wole Soyinka train station we went past the Moshood Abiola Stadium. There was no time to visit it. I was being infused with my type of fuel. My life growing up in Lagos had a backdrop synthesized by these great men from the City who all had major influence in Lagos. Music, government, business and in the literary world.

The lady with the loud telephone voice was back at it all the way to Lagos. Apparently there had been a death and a dispute about an inheritance. As she dropped names we read about them on Google.

17/02/2022 Thursday

I made history by paying for my costliest Taxi journey. N7,000 Lekki to Ilepeju for an interview on Rave TV. 

My friend Pelu Awofeso turned up and did another interview about running the Lagos City Marathon. I stopped by at Emmanuel’s yard and sampled products from their bakery before going home to mama. I prepared my slides for PowerPoint my presentation at our primary school Sunnyfields Primary School Adelabu while sitting at the dining table with my mum.

18/02/2022 Friday

Before we went into the school hall, the school headmistress brought out the 1st term examination results for my class dated 14th December 1973. It was a table of results for 30 pupils and I was 4th placed. I was up to 3rd position by the end of the second term 29th March 1974 and by the end of the third term on the 28th June 1974 I was down to 10th. This was Primary 4 S. As I read through the names I could hear my teacher’s voice do the roll call in the morning. Each pupil usually responded with a loud ‘Present Sir’. Old documents make me happy. There is a historian in me somewhere trying to get out. The inner historian sees expression during medical consultations when I inquire able the ‘history of presenting complaint’.

There is that sensation of your life flashing before your eyes when you see old documents about yourself.

In the school Hall, (which appeared to have shrunk in size since I was a pupil in 1975) there was a large banner above the stage which read:

Motivational Talk

Keep Pushing Keep Moving


I shared the stage with Mrs Ireti Elegbe-Ogunlesi and we both shared our experiences in life using our participation in the Lagos City Marathon as an example of preserving to the end. 

The kids enjoyed looking at our medals and race shirts. The questions that followed showed we had captured but their attention and imagination.

 

19/02/2022 Saturday

About 2pm I asked my mum to change her clothes so we could take a few pictures. She was soon ready and so was I. We all had a photoshoot at home which went well. None of us knew it was the last time this would happen. Every action under the heavens is destined to happen for the last time one day but we know this in retrospect.

 I later left for Lekki where I had a meet up with my Finbarr’s classmates at the Sailor’s Lounge. There must be a ploy by Lagos venues to induce deafness in the Lagos population, I had to beg them to lower the music volume a few times. The food and ambience was great and so was the company.

20/02/2022 Sunday

Three straight Sundays in House on the Rock Lagos and Pastor Ify Adefarasin (wife of the head Pastor) preached. Sometimes I search for meaning in every pattern of events that stick out. The pulpit is a male dominated place and we need to challenge our expectations.

My usual Sunday greeting to my friend is: How was church, wetin Pastor Paul preach?

Things must change and nothing is set in stone.

 It was busy after church. We drove to do a Covid test and the swab was handled by the health assistant. She was enthusiastic about her job and up my nose she went as if she was prospecting for diamonds. By the time she got to my throat I was gagging for Nigeria. Next stop was the market to to shop for caps and then on to the National Museum.

 I had always wanted to see the car our Head of State was  assassinated in. The Mercedes was bullet riddled. I found the process painful as those bullets killed Murtala Mohammed in the streets of Lagos on the 13th of February 1976.

I thought of the many killed by bullets since then. We have unknown soldiers, unknown police and unknown civilians (according to Fela). So many homicides but few indictments for murder. Landmark beach was the last stop to release the tension. Water always takes my tension away.

Monday  21/2/2022

We attend a naming ceremony for twins. It was a representation of the new generation of parents and children. My friend Enate encouraged the parents to bring up the twins in the way of the Lord. He used personal examples that included me and a few stared at me. People end to take a second look when they hear ‘Doctor’. I rushed home to pack. I said goodbye to my mother and told her I would be back in May. Her voice was not as strong as before and the tremors remained in her hands.  I’m off to the airport with a heart full of memories tinged with some sadness.

Things were changing and I had to embrace change. Generations come and go but the earth remains.

 My sleep on the aircraft was interrupted with a vivid dream that saw Nigeria twerking vigorously on the edge of a precipice. Nigerians were thrown in the ecstasy staring at the quivering buttocks in scorching sunlight. Hunger and ill winds from the Atlantic blew across the land and the crowd began to lose weight, yet they cried in pleasure wildly like people possessed. China materialised and began to spray dollar by flinging it into the skies. The descent of the crisps Dollars that moved almost in slow motion made Nigeria dance harder because she mistook a crippling loan for a gift. The buttocks and legs began to drift west and east and the innards dropped to the floor. A hand materialised to sew the country together with a golden bright needle and a magic thread of unity but a tremor in the hand prevented the needle to be threaded. The earth began to shake. The tremor was severe. People and country began to fall off the edge.

‘Is there a Doctor on the plane?’

The announcement shook me out of my nightmare.

I knew a great shaking was coming

 

 

26 At that time his voice shook the earth, but now he has promised, “Once more I will shake not only the earth but also the heavens.”[e] 27 The words “once more” indicate the removing of what can be shaken—that is, created things—so that what cannot be shaken may remain.

28 Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, 29 for our “God is a consuming fire.”[f]

 

 

Mrs Charity Orhiunu

2/3/1944 to 6/5/2022

 

27/07/2022

Dr Wilson Orhiunu

Babawilly

Saturday, 23 July 2022

Why do Black folks dance so well

 Eureka! I have solved the riddle of a thousand years. I now have in my possession the answers to the questions on millions of minds worldwide. The racial group with the reputation for rhythm, style, athleticism, grace, flexibility and plain old groove control have a secret. You are about to discover it today and you would be astounded by the sheer genius and simplicity of the discovery you are about to make. Here it goes- Black folks dance well because they practice their moves.

This leads us to Malcolm Gladwell’s 10,000 hours rule first proposed in his 2008 book Outliers. Here he puts forward the idea that mastery in any field can be achieved by putting in the hours. Any time someone tells you they cannot dance ask them how many hours they practice. They would probably tell you that there is no need to practice a skill that they can never acquire competence in. Now that leads us to my next point. Since practice is an act of faith, a presumption that repeated effort would lead to the actualisation of a hope, why do some people practice till they get it and others don’t? The answer again is simple. They are only living out what they have been told and have over time come to believe. As a child, I remember those birthday parties we used to call ‘four to six’. Two hours of merriment that culminated in the cutting of the birthday cake and the distribution of goody bags. When the music played you were instructed to dance. If you were a child given to shyness you got shoved to the dance floor. ‘Dance! Can’t you see the other children dancing?’ you got told by an aggressive aunty. No one asked you if you could dance. They just told you what was expected of you. They informed you of your reputation and you lived up to that image. Monetary gifts to really good dancers also helped to give kids an appreciation of the importance and rewards that go with dancing well.  That means you practiced.

Some say rocking babies while singing to them by their mothers teaches the babies rhythm. I have seen mothers from all races rock their babies and it is always in rhythm. Once music plays some of these same mums who moved like ballet dancers when carrying their babies suddenly become ataxic. Many white people exhibit style and grace in ballet, gymnastics, skating, football, well the list is endless. These same people might freeze at the first few bars of a hip hop track. Well, Justin Bieber and Justin Timberlake being exceptions. The other Non-Justin Caucasians have bought into a myth that White people cannot dance. This reminds me about what happened in the run up to the first time a mile was run under 4 minutes by Roger Bannister in 6-5-1954 at the Oxford University (3:59.4). Prior to that date John Landy, an Australian runner who had run the mile in 4 minute 2 seconds on seven occasions  had gone on record as saying he did not believe he could run a sub four minute mile. Shortly after Bannister’s historic record, on the 21-6-1954 Landy ran a sub four minute mile (3:58). This just goes to show it is who you listen to. Bannister had a coach who told him he could do it and Landy told himself he couldn’t do it. By breaking the record Bannister showed Landy it was possible and Landy subsequently went on to shave a full second off Bannister’s world record. Incidentally in 1954 most of the middle distance runners were white. In today’s world they all come from East Africa (at least the winners do).  He who is convinced about the possibility of success will practice hard for it. He who is told or he who tells himself he cannot do it will not bother to practice for the length of time required to achieve supreme mastery.

Carol Dweck in her book Mind-set: The new psychology of success introduces the concept of fixed and Growth mind-sets.

Those with a fixed mind-set believe intelligence is fixed and you are born with what you have. However those with a growth mind set believe intelligence can improve with learning.  This grouping of mind-sets can actually be applied to most activities of human endeavour. Let us take money for instance. A fixed mind-set person would view wealth as privilege and linked to birth. The phrase ‘Born with a silver spoon in the hand’ will be used to explain away great fortunes as would be being well connected in society, being born in the right country and perhaps ‘destiny’. A growth mind-set person however will study the rich and extract habits they can apply to his own life. The believe that handling money is a skill to be learnt and that one can actually get better with time and practice will spur one on to study more.

The same applies to dance. Those who say White people cannot dance have a fixed mind set. It however looks like the world is full of fixed mind-set folks. People not inclined to change because ‘all my relatives have two left feet’.  They feel that strenuous effort is fruitless and would give up. After two minutes of secretly trying out a dance move they saw someone do ‘effortlessly’ because it was ‘too complicated for me’. These people tend to only see what their eyes are conditioned to see, Black people dancing well.

The funny thing is all babies tend to move alike. They all dance to their inaudible music with the same leg and feet wiggling movements. When they learn to walk, it is always that same gait in no matter their ethnicity. I have never seen black babies crawl with swag or walk with a ‘cool limp’. Most of the changes you notice are environmental. If your dad keeps on playing that Joseph Haydn’s trumpet concerto in E flat while he reads his paper, you grow up playing with your toys and thinking. After years of missing out on impromptu ‘Azonto opportunities’  i.e dance practice sessions, that child might begin to think he cannot dance unless Ballet lessons are on the cards. A black child who is brought up on Azonto or hip hop beats has more opportunity for practice. Black churches with their soulful choirs create an impression that all Black people dance well. A young child looking at the choir just believes that what he sees will one day be his story. The same happens when children are taken to University graduation ceremonies. They just learn without a lecture that ‘in this family we get an education’.  In Nigerian weddings where close family members wear the same fabric, a call might be made for those wearing the ‘party uniform’, (aso ebi) to come out and dance.  Even if this is taken as an unavoidable chore, you get forced to the dance floor and you do your thing. Many people take pride in their moves the way some take pride in their gardens. Now, Alan Titchmarsh will bear me out when I say that there never was a beautiful garden that did not take a lot of time and years of accrued experience to keep in pristine condition. Any wonder why the electrifying James Brown was called the hardest working man in show business. He always sweated gallons on stage and talent is not sweat inducing; only hard work makes you sweat.

So like we say in Nigeria, no condition is permanent. If White people develop a desire to learn, get inspiration from good dance teachers, and accept that Black people dance badly indoors till they get it right and then come out looking all effortless, then all men will begin to appear created equal on the dance floor. The same applies to Black people and Ballet. (The slim Black people o!!!). Gone are the days when the fittest people in the world were Black. This was a fitness not acquired in the gym but from labouring as slaves on plantations. Today the black man is as unfit as any other race. There is indeed an equal opportunity vibe for all on the dance floor. Yes we can, if only we practice.

 

 

Babawilly

Dr Wilson Orhiunu

21-5-2014

References

Mind-set: The New Psychology of Success  © 2006 by Carol Dweck, Ph.D.  NY: Random House

ISBN 1­4000­6275­6

Outliers. 2008 by Malcolm Gladwell.  Little Brown and Company

ISBN 978-0-316-01792-3

Professor Tim Noakes at TEDxCapeTownED https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYWLfPmnJSI&hd=1.