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OPINION: NIGERIANS AND OUR PENCHANT FOR SELF-SABOTAGE by Paul Olarewaju

A psychological conflict resulting from simultaneously held contradictory beliefs and attitudes is something every human being experiences, irrespective of their nationality or race. This implies that humans have the tendency of acting contrary to what they know is right due to various reasons.
Usually, when we act or behave contrary to what we know is right, we experience discomfort and anxiety, but when it becomes a norm, the person involved might feel little or no discomfort, irrespective of the consequence(s). Unfortunately, this is the case of many Nigerians today.
Let’s start from the bottom up.
Hauwa closes from school in her neighbourhood. On her way home, she decides to get herself some snacks from Oga Chinedu’s store on the street before hers. While chatting away with friends, the young student who had been taught the importance of keeping her environment clean, unwrapped her snacks and threw the wraps behind her like it would disappear into thin air and do the environment no harm, but she knew quite well the consequences of her action. It was only a few wraps, right? Well, every little dirt that is poorly disposed of contributes to the heap of eyesore we see on some of our streets. Just like many of us, Hauwa isn’t allergic to clean streets, as a matter of fact, she adores the “Hollywood kind of streets” she sees on the television, and dreams to live on one of them soonest, but it seems she can’t help but get her present street dirty.
Well, let’s cut Hauwa some slack, right? After all, she is just a child, but how about uncle Tunde who saw Hauwa do the wrong thing and kept mum? The guilty uncle couldn’t speak against the young girl’s act, as he is even a bigger culprit. A few moments ago, thirsty Tunde bought a chilled bottle of soft drink from a street hawker while boarding a commercial bus, he emptied it content into his tummy and flung the bottle out of the window. A young man seated by Tunde’s side tried to correct him, but he responded jokingly and said; “I’m only providing more jobs for street cleaners”. Like seriously? Well, he knew better, he only refused to do better.
Although, Uncle Frank – Hauwa’s teacher, occasionally taught her to do things right, but he never really did things right as a civil servant saddled with the responsibility of teaching the leaders of tomorrow. He rushes to school to do “eye service” whenever he gets a hint that delegates from the ministry of education would be around for inspection. Did I hear you say why? Oh, you are probably new to the ghost worker system in this country. Frank seldom goes to school to teach his students, but he expects “Maga” (government) to pay at the end of every month. Mind you, he isn’t unaware of the principle of sowing and reaping, neither is he unaware of the need to properly teach and nurture the so-called ‘leaders of tomorrow’, but greed and corruption wouldn’t let him do what is right.
Oops! Did I just say, “the so-called leaders of tomorrow”? Well, don’t be in a haste to judge me by those words, simply because Nigeria’s leaders of yesterday are still the leaders of today. They have simply refused to hand over the baton to the younger ones. The words “leaders of tomorrow” seem to be the medication consistently administered to the downtrodden to keep them alive and hopeful while helping the “privileged few” achieve their selfish goals.
Isn’t it funny and pathetic that in a democratic society, some people believe they are born to rule, while others are born to serve them? Since Nigeria’s independence, power has been changing hands, unfortunately, it has been doing so within the same body. The country has been re-cycling leaders at various levels, and we have been getting the same disappointing result. Although we are quite aware that doing the same thing repeatedly while expecting different results is insane, corruption, nepotism, favouritism, religious and ethnic sentiments won’t let us do right and choose right.
Isn’t it quite surprising that some of our political leaders go abroad, see how things ought to be done, and benefit from the good works of other governments, only to come back home to sabotage the ‘snail-pace’ development we are experiencing? Disappointingly, some youths blinded by various unproductive sentiments treat them as messiahs.
Assuredly, a better Nigeria which will be the envy of other nations isn’t a mirage, it is very possible, if only we will put the round peg in the round hole and the square peg in the square hole. Strive to know what is right, believe in what is right, and most importantly do what is right.
Paul Olarewaju is a blogger, writer and social critic. He tweets @consecratedp
Source: ynaija.com

PIUS ADESANMI: NIGERIA SHOULD HAVE A ONE-DAY IDENTITY HOLIDAY


But for the giveaway that is in our names, I would have called for a daunting challenge: a national day of identity neutrality in the management of our humanity and phatic communion.

I am talking about your myriad transactional moments today. Can you take a one-day break from letting the ethnic identity (or religion, or politics) of whoever you will deal with today predetermine, prequalify, and massively underwrite your impression of them?
Your car has broken down on third mainland bridge. Your mechanic is not picking his calls. A passerby gives you the phone number of his own mechanic. What’s his name: Okechukwu? Lamidi? Shehu? Are you going to make that phone call? Please make it. Take a one-day break from whatever demons you are automatically wired to associate with the ethnicities these names carry. I beg you: just phone a fellow human being, a fellow Nigerian and let him come and help you get your jalopy off that bridge.
At Oja Oyingbo today, please buy your tomatoes, efo, atarodo and other nkan elo without carrying the burden of the identities of those market women on your head. Your husband is hungry at home. Your wife is hungry at home. Your kids are hungry at home. Yet, you must only buy from Iya Kubura or Mama Ogechi and they are not around today. You are sniffing around, facially scoping the other market women to determine where they come from before you can buy anything. Please buy from a fellow human being, from a fellow Nigerian. I am begging ni o.
In hundreds of thousands of government offices today – in Abuja, in the state capitals – can you please just do your job and attend to a fellow Nigerian today? When I was a graduate student, I once phoned a Nigerian diplomatic mission to make inquiries. Miraculously, they answered their phone. A Nigerian Embassy actually answering calls on the lines advertised? Thank God o.
Then came the telephone rudeness that is ingrained in the DNA of Nigerian embassy officials when they are dealing with Nigerians. Eventually, the rude lady at the other end remembered to ask for my name. Pius Adesanmi. Ah, Adesanmi ke? Laughter at the other end. The mood changed. Why didn’t you tell me you were Yoruba? I wasn’t a public figure in 1998 so she wasn’t recognizing the name. She wasn’t getting all chummy and helpful because she was star struck. She had sniffed her own ethnicity in my last name. And this was a Nigerian embassy official on foreign posting to help Nigerians. Imagine if my last name had been Kwankwaso or, worse, Nwosu?
This is what millions of Nigerians going into Ministries and government parastatals in Abuja and the state capitals will face today. Ah, so you are Ogochukwu! Ah, so you are Ogungbemi! Ah, so you are Danlami? And civil servants who are supposed to attend to you though tribe and tongue differ will seal your fate based on the ethnic provenance of your name. I am saying to you, civil servant, can you take a break from this practice just for today and attend to a fellow Nigerian?
And to millions in social media Nigeria, for whom right and wrong, fact and fiction no longer exist as ontological givens, can you take a one-day break from the partisan cataracts that are blocking your eyes and preventing something as simple as the ability of an adult to determine right and wrong?
I am saying that I should be able to say Nigerian gained her independence on October 1, 1960 and stop at that without fears of an attack today. Such is the ethnic and religious bitterness that even such a simple statement of fact is no longer possible.
Nigeria gained her independence on October 1, 1960.
“Ehen, Prof, is that all you have to say? Why did you not add that Hausa-Fulani people really didn’t want that independence because they were not ready?”
“Why did you not say that the nationalist movement and the fight for independence was mainly an Igbo affair?”
“For where? Ever heard of Herbert Macaulay? Mojola Agbebi and co? Your Zik received the baton from such people.”
“This is where I get tired with Awusa and Yorobber. They can’t handle the truth. We single-handedly fought for your independence. Go and eat shit!”
“Gerrout. Stupid Yanmirin!”
Bla bla bla bla all day. Just because of one simple statement: Nigeria gained her independence on October 1, 1960.
This is an accurate mirror of Facebook and Twitter Nigeria.
I am asking you to observe a day, just a single day of simple truths and simple facts not coloured by partisan bitterness.
Do you think you can do it?
We have to learn to take baby steps in relating to the human again. We need to learn to take baby steps in humanity and humanism all over again.
Where is Petra? This is where we urgently need the epp of your Oga. Tell Governor Yahaya Bello to declare a public holiday that Kogi peeps will spend learning to love and engage the human beyond ethnic invidiousness. That way, I won’t come to Lokoja hoping to get routine service from a government office only if I happen to bump into an Okun civil servant. David Shuaibu will not leave Okene for a transaction in a government office in Lokoja praying to bump into a fellow Igbira before any serious thing can happen for him today.
Tell Ogbeni Yahaya Bello that were he to declare such a public holiday, I’d have his back gidigba and hope that the rest of Nigeria would learn from our learning to love and engage the human again in Kogi.
We need a break from this orgy of national bitterness.
I want to be able to come to this Wall and say good morning (statement of fact) without fellow Nigerians accepting the greeting or abusing me depending on my tribe and tongue.
Phatic communion devoid of bitterness should still be possible in Nigeria.
We can do it.
Una good morning o
Pius Adesanmi, a professor of English, is Director of the Institute of African Studies, Carleton University, Canada
Source: ynaija.com