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OPINION By Pius Adesanmi; Empowerment: Ad Hoc People, Ad Hoc Country

Nigerians just like to trivialize issues unnecessarily. Frankly, it's annoying. Okay, I am annoyed. I don vex. Shey una happy now?
I have been following arguments on Ogbeni Ganduje's empowerment of the Mai Shai people in Kano. There has been some very powerful advocacy for the economy and the economics of Mai Shayism.
Those sympathetic to Ganduje's gesture have made seductive and persuasive submissions in favour of the legitimacy of the Mai Shai as a cornerstone of the informal and SME sectors, especially in the North.
I've been reading and following the arguments and wondering: who exactly is quarreling with with any of these submissions? Who exactly is saying that Mai Shayism is not a legitimate pillar of the informal economy that should be encouraged? Who exactly is saying that the Mai Shai is not running an SME? Why do people like to set up a submission that nobody is making and spend two days demolishing it?
I even have a cultural stake in the Mai Shai stuff. I am a Professor of Literature and Culture. Think of what the barber shop represents in African American history and culture. The Mai Shai's stall is a cultural environment. It is a space of street culture and discourse. It is a space of critical agency for the people. It is not just about tea, bread, and eggs.
Here is the trouble with Ganduje. The next time you hear the word, "empowerment", from any Nigerian politician and his aides, line them up in public and crack coconuts on their empowerment heads.
Empowerment competes with another word, ultramodern, for the position of the most abused, most bastardized word in Nigeria's postcolonial history. Empowerment is what replaced another famous word, "miscellaneous", in Nigeria's infamous imaginary of corruption.
When I was growing up, "miscellaneous", was your father's house of many mansions inside which you dumped every imaginable and unimaginable corruption detail in a budget or in an invoice heading. The life of three generations of Nigerians was mortgaged under "miscellaneous" in budget items by the destroyers of Nigeria.
Then, the UN, NGOS, and other international agencies began to "empower" all over the global south. We hijacked the word and the concept, completely ignorant of the meaning, and began to replace "miscellaneous" with "empowerment" in every actuation of corruption in our national life.
Funny enough, the global instances who donated that register to us are moving away from it. It is actually now a pejorative term which connotes arrogance on the part of the "empowerer" and denies the "empoweree" critical agency.
In Nigeria, it has stuck. Every Governor, every Minister, every Rep, every Senator - and their wives - will steal billions, spend a few thousands or millions buying food items or domestic appliances or ero alota or sewing machines, line up women and children and farmers and traders, line up journalists, cut a ribbon, and declare empowerment!
The sociological impact of this nonsense has been immense. Nigeria is paying an immense price. Empowerment is the opium of the people. It is the way we legitimize an ad hoc culture and philosophy in our national life. If you want to account for Nigeria's laziness and apathy to 21st-century solutions to anything, study the culture of empowerment. We reach out for ad hoc solutions every time to every imaginable problem. And we absolve the oppressor of his responsibilities while clapping for him.
No light in the villages? No problem. Mr Governor will buy a few generators and distribute as empowerment. We clap and absolve him of the need for 21st-century solutions.
No light in our police stations? No worries. While the Inspector-General is busy on the amorous front, Ambode will empower his boys in Lagos with I better pass my neighbour. We clap and move on.
No potable water in the villages? No problem. Mr Governor will dig a borehole. His wife will buy 3 million sachets of pure water and distribute to women and traders to empower them. We clap and absolve them of the need for 21st-century durable and sustainable solutions.
No health facilities and no health insurance and no drugs in the hospitals? No problem. The Governor or his wife will pay an unscheduled visit to a hospital tomorrow and pick up the medical bills of every patient on admission in order to empower them. We clap and absolve him of his responsibility to deliver 21st-century health facilities and healthcare delivery system.
Some say there are street vendors too in obodo oyibo. Absolutely! Especially hot dog vendors with street stalls. However, it would be crazy for the Premier of Ontario to go and buy patties, hot dogs, burger buns, and stalls, line up a few hundred street vendors, distribute the goodies and say she is empowering their business.
No, Madam Premier, you can't do that. That's not how we roll in civilization. Leave such an irresponsible approach to human capital development to the 17th-century folks in Nigeria. You and your administration must go and fashion out policies, sound economic policies, that would empower the businesses of these people. What, for instance, are you doing to guarantee their access to micro-credit and sundry micro-finance? That is one way to ensure that their capital base will be enhanced and you won't have to give them fish. Madam Premier, you can't just dig your hands into public funds, buy hot dogs, and distribute them to street hot dog vendors in Ottawa as empowerment.
Because we are an ad hoc people with an ad hoc mentality, we never think of what happens after empowerment. A few years ago, maybe one year into Ogbeni's tenure in Osun, I recall Semiu Okanlawon gleefully posting photos of his Oga's empowerment materials in one village. We clapped and moved on.
Up until last year, my broda, Baaroyin Kayode Odunaro, was inundating Facebook with photos of empowerment materials donated to constituents by his Senator boss till I took my irritated ass and went after him with koboko. After the ero alota and sewing machines, what next? We clap and absolve the Senator and the Governor of their responsibility to really empower people with durable and sustainable solutions.
Two years ago, Commonsense Tweetnator, Ben Murray-Bruce, made a show of riding okada to his constituency to distribute rice, ajinomoto, exercise books, and other empowerment materials. What next? He has since retreated to Twitter and forgotten his constituents.
Once the Mai Shais of Kano are done with this largesse, I hope they do not think that Ganduje owes them any responsibility for social and economic policies that could really help them. He has provided an ad hoc solution.
By now, he has moved on. He is probably thinking of the next demographic to empower. What about the market porters in Kano? I won't be surprised to hear that he has sent a delegation to Samuel Ortom in Benue to study the immediate and remote strategies of distributing wheelbarrows to porters as empowerment.
He will steal N1 billion, spend a N100 million on wheelbarrows...
We clap.
We move on.
Ad hoc people, ad hoc country.

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