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  • Ewa’s Thoughts in Words

    Ewa’s Thoughts in Words

    Each Day

    Provoked by stress

    Evoked by craze

    Entrapped in chase

    Draped in lies

    Poked by truth

    Untamed in thoughts

    Each day carries with it a certain level of grace. . .

    To conquer the craze

    Contain the truth

    Unleash the fear

    Absolve the shock.

    Each day is a day like never before. . .

    Brace for break

    The impact is great

    Sink in rant

    Shade the pain

    Grant the peace

    There is always a place for all things each day. . .

    Lock in thought

    Exhale the lack

    Indulge in signs

    Explode in songs

    Control the pitch

    Relax in cheers

    Everyday is a day to celebrate the miles. . .  .

    Compelled by grace

    To take stock of life

    Submerged in tradition

    A way so strong

    Confused by paths so way apart

    Each day comes with so much to learn…

  • A Page Each Day With Mnena

    A Page Each Day With Mnena

    Covid-19 Second Wave… Take Responsibility

    It is not in doubt that Nigeria is currently experiencing the second wave of the Corona Virus pandemic. For the first time since the beginning of the pandemic, the number of confirmed positive cases hit a thousand.

    Precisely, a total number of 1,145 cases of Covid-19 were yesterday reported across 24 states. The continued spread of this virus puts increased pressure on our already fragile health systems and threatens the economy. As we move into the festive season, now more than ever, the need to take responsibility becomes more urgent. What plans have you made for the yuletide? Do they comply with the Covid-19 guidelines? 

    A Page Each Day today presents excerpts from my yet to be published book about a family”s preparation during the first wave of the pandemic. Dear reader, take care not to sacrifice your health and safety and those of your loved ones on the altar of Christmas celebration. Take a walk with me.   

    Mr. Tony could hardly wait to hear that statement. He had noted down all the important points from the broadcast with the plan to read them out during their scheduled family meeting. He turned towards his wife only to realise that she had dozed off. He woke her up with a gentle tap. ‘Honey, are you already sleeping?’ Esther stretched and yawned then opened her eyes. ‘That speech was damn so boring,’ she started. ‘I tried to keep awake but it got to a point that I couldn’t hold it anymore.’ ‘This one you look so tired and worn out, can we still hold our family meeting at all?’ asked Mr. Tony. ‘Now like this? Which kind meeting? Ah! No oh! Me I’m tired. I’m going upstairs to sleep. Please let’s have it tomorrow morning after prayers’, she said and started walking up the stairs. 

    Early the next morning, Esther woke up and went into the kitchen to start breakfast. Her husband had gone to bed the previous night worried about how they would all cope. From the president’s speech that evening, there were facilities for medical care for infected people but how true was this? He knew Nigeria so well. The masses didn’t depend much on government because it seemed government was only for a few people. The economy was largely private sector driven. Most Nigerians believed they could not have quality service as long as it was from government. He kept thinking of how government could all of a sudden become so efficient to solely manage Covid-19 patients. He was still deep in those thoughts till midnight when he slept off.

    ‘Good morning to you all,’ Mr. Tony started. 

    ‘This family meeting is very important given the times we are in. I believe that everybody seated here is aware of the new disease, Covid-19, that is plaguing the world currently. It is sad that the disease is already here with us in Abuja. The case of Lagos is even worse. The infection figures are gradually going up. In other parts of the world like USA, the situation is worse. People are dying daily large numbers. We haven’t gotten to that point yet and pray that we don’t even get there. Yesterday, from the presidential broadcast, the government will continue to do all it can to contain the spread of this virus. Large gatherings like parties and other celebrations are discouraged and where they must take place, they must adhere strictly to the Covid-19 guidelines. Religious activities must adhere to the measures of temperature checks, washing of hands and use of hand sanitizers as well as wearing face masks. We are advised to wash our hands every now and then and maintain distances between each other especially when we go out for any reason. As a family, we must do everything to keep ourselves safe. The way this virus works, it’s very easy to infect everyone if one person here gets infected. It can settle on surfaces like doors and car door handles, chair handles, the remote controls, even cutlery. We must be very, very careful so that nobody ever gets infected.’ 

    Mr. Tony turned towards his wife, ‘Honey, you must go to the market this morning and get all food stuffs and other supplies that we’ll need for the house during this period. Do a list of everything we’ll need in the house and let me know the total cost so that I can make available the money. You can’t be going to the market every day. Stock up the house so that we minimise going out.’ Esther nodded and started doing a mental picture of all she needed to put down. This particular shopping was going to be a huge task but given the circumstance, she had to brace up to do it. There was no other way.

     ‘And Jane, before I forget, always clean the rails as well as the door and chair handles and all the remote controls with spirit or disinfectant and cotton wool from time to time. We can all keep reminding her or doing it ourselves till we become used to these measures. Wash your hands. Just keep washing your hands. I’ll also get some Vitamin C tablets and Paracetamol on my way back later in the day. It is said that ‘we should always do our best and leave the rest to God.’ That’s what we’ll all do to stay safe from covid-19,’ he concluded.

    As planned, the family made all the arrangements to ensure safety and stay uninfected from Covid-19. Mr. Tony continued to go to work while still adhering to the guidelines. He constantly kept a bottle of hand sanitizer in the car and on his office table and had many packs of face masks too. He was generous with these items such that if anyone came around him without a mask on, he would hand them one immediately while stretching the hand sanitizer towards their palms. He wasn’t taking chances at all.

    One day, he started feeling unwell. His temperature was high and he noticed that he had slight cough. Everybody in the house became worried. “What if he was infected by the Corona virus?” they all thought. To assuage their fears, calling for a test was the only sure way. Amidst the fear, Madam dialled the emergency toll free line of the NCDC inviting them to come and take her husband’s sample. They delayed for two whole days, days that were packed with anxiety. When they eventually collected his sample, it took another three days. The process of confirming a case as positive to Covid-19 was rigorous. Normally, a suspected case could only be confirmed after testing which was only carried out by the NCDC. Samples were collected from the suspected case and where positive, it was flagged by the epidemiologists who alerted the case investigation team to move the case to a treatment facility. The contact tracers then followed up on all possible contacts of the confirmed case. All the contacts were placed on strict self-isolation during which their samples were collected for tests. If any of the results came out positive, the cycle was repeated.

    The family anxiously waited for three days. While it was possible for Mr. Tony to get better, because of the fretfulness, his health deteriorated. When his results came out, he was negative. Mr. Tony said he became well immediately. He asked his wife for his favourite meal to celebrate. To him, it was a big feat. He resolved to increase the level of adherence to the safety measures of Covid-19 as a person and as a family. He said, “it is better to stay healthy and alive than to decide to live freely and enjoy while endangering yourself and loved ones.

    Dear readers, will you take a cue from Mr. Tony or will you go out and say “Christmas comes only once in a year?” If you’re healthy and stay alive, you can celebrate many more Christmas. Which would you rather choose? Take responsibility! Happy preparation! 

  • A Page Each Day With Mnena

    A Page Each Day With Mnena

    Worsening Insecurity…

    Insecurity has cast a shadow on virtually every part of Nigeria with the North East and North West regions worst hit. Travelling by road has become a nightmare as the highways have been taken over by kidnappers and armed robbers. Safety is not even guaranteed in homes. Work places have become unsafe. Even natural spaces like farms in the hinterlands have become target areas for kidnapping or violent killings.


    ‘A Page Each Day’ today shares the story of Wumuna who was kidnapped right in front of her home. Kindly drop a comment to let me know if you enjoyed the story. Cheers!


    The Experience…
    The town was a peaceful one. The natural environment made up of rivers and streams emitted serenity, presenting a very welcoming aura that attracted people of all statuses. Life there was simple. Everyone minded their business. It was common to see neighbours greet you from their houses, but everybody was busy with their life. Some were doctors. Others were bankers or lecturers working in the two higher institutions in the next town. Students from the institutions whose parents lived far away rented self-contain apartments and shared rooms. Corps members also loved that part of town for its serenity. They loved the regular power supply in the area. Once in a while, when there was a power outage, the male students would gather in front of their houses and discuss football. They were about the only people who were seen outside just sitting or standing and chatting. There were no crime reports. The nights wore on peacefully and the days were used to pursue daily endeavours. This was the normal life in the town.


    Then it happened!


    It is said that the only constant in life is change. Things changed. It started with one household. Everybody said they lived a flashy lifestyle and must have attracted the kidnappers. Then it happened again, and again, and again. Then came her turn. She lived all alone, a young medical doctor. She was posted to the town five months ago. Given her fastidious nature, she was very particular about where to get an apartment. The agent took her from one apartment after another but none seemed to tickle her fancy, until she saw this one. It was a new apartment and the last house on the street with a tall fence. Beautiful umbrella trees surrounded the house giving it a warm and cool sensation. She loved it already and gave a nod to the agent.


    Wumuna was a busy lady. She focused on her job which was actually demanding and found time to rest only after work. For balance, she hired Wisdom as recommended by the agent to help her keep the house clean. This turned out to be her undoing. Wisdom, being a cheerful and diligent young man soon wove his way into Wumuna’s heart. She let down her guard and related with him like a brother. She went to a point of discussing her family background with him, what she later came to regret. Given the nature of her job and the environment in the town which matched her kind of upbringing, she hardly mingled. She communicated with colleagues at her work place but once she entered her car at close of work, she wound up her tinted glasses and shut the world out. Who would have thought she was known to the point of being trailed?


    Well, it happened. Just as she arrived her gate that evening, three persons came out from under the umbrella trees and brandished weapons at her. Two held guns and the other had a machete. She trembled with fear as the first with a gun tried to open the passenger door. It was already dusk so even if the neighbours were outside, they would faintly understand what was going on. They ordered her to open the door and with their weapons pointed at her ordered her to the back seat, while one of them took over the driver’s seat. She was immediately blindfolded. Everything happened so fast that she could not even scream out of shock. The car drove for about an hour with both the gun and machete still pointed at her with a threat to make a sound and consider herself dead.
    The car suddenly stopped and she was pushed out of her car into another car that drove off immediately. Wumuna passed out. Her senses could not take it anymore. She had never experienced something close to this. By the time she regained consciousness, she could not decipher where she was. All around her was pitch darkness. Obviously, her blindfolds had been removed. There were no houses in sight. She felt she was in the middle of nowhere. She could sense four men around her. One more had joined when they moved from her car into theirs. Wumuna couldn’t figure out the distance they had travelled after they moved her from her car but she felt they must have travelled for more than two hours. Her senses returned and she screamed in fear. One of the men threw a big slap across her face and told her to shut up. “How was it possible to have travelled this far without the police noticing that something was off?” she thought to herself. For the remaining night, sleep eluded her. She was hungry and also in pain both psychologically and physically.


    At sunrise, she studied her environment and saw two other victims, a man and a woman tied both hands and feet. They must have been there for more than one week. A middle aged paunchy fellow who was obviously the gang leader turned to her and said, “If your papa no bring the money wey we want, na so you go remain here,” he said pointing at the other two. “And if I wait tire, I go kill you, and dem no go even see your dead body.” His words were cold and his eyes looked fierce, sending chills down Wumuna’s spine. He placed a call on his phone and she heard her father’s voice from the other end of the phone. She cried out “daddy, they said they‘ll kill me.” The leader ordered her to shut up as he threw another slap across her face. He went on to negotiate with her father. Her father begged them not to hurt her and tried to negotiate the amount requested. “If I no hear from you tomorrow, I go waste her. Remember, no call police,” and with that, he ended the call. Wumuna trembled in fear. One of the men, a mid-sized fellow offered her dry pieces of bread. The day wore on as they continued negotiating for all the families of the victims. A whole day went by.


    The sun was like a giant red wheel, radiating its scorching light and emitting heat on the earth. It blazed really hot without any restraint and one could think that the ozone layer had completely depleted. Even the natural tree plantations in the environment were not enough to stop the sun as it wriggled its way through the open branches in between the trees. Wumuna was exhausted but she looked hopeful. Her father was to pay her ransom that day and she prayed earnestly that all would go well and she would regain her freedom. Her blindfold was replaced as they marched her through a bush path under the scorching sun. “Wisdom tok say your papa get money plenty. Make im no waste our time if not, we go waste you.” That is when it dawned on her. It was Wisdom! Long story short, she was returned to her father and taken home. Wumuna said it was a harrowing experience for her and she still frets when she recalls the traumatic experience.


    Wumuna’s story is one out of many experiences of insecurity in Nigeria. Safety in Nigeria has become such a luxury that when people go out of their homes and return safe, it is something to celebrate. Some don’t even have to leave the safety of their homes to become victims of insecurity. While we still look up to the government to improve on security, Wumuna’s story presents a cue that she unknowingly harboured a member of a kidnapping syndicate. What things do you do that endanger you and your loved ones?

  • Ewa’s Thoughts in Words

    Ewa’s Thoughts in Words

    Responsibilities

    Sometime in life we need to be quiet… to listen…

    We need to sit back to think…

    We need to withdraw from the stage to see clear the actions of actors in the drama…

    Life is loaded with odds and possibilities

    Responsibilities however, have been identified as one of those themes associated with life to which every human person is bound. It can be described as  a one size fit all kind of jacket.

    We are drawn to our responsibilities as a metal to magnet… And as difficult as living life may seem, our responsibilities have remained a constant, irrespective of our economic status or social standing.

    As we know, we all owe one another certain levels of responsibilities as expected by the kinds of relationships that we operate or find ourselves in. For example, parents to their children, children to their parents.

    Teachers to students, students to teachers. Employer to employee, employee to employer. Government to its citizens, citizens to government. Religious leaders to their followers, followers to their leaders. Society to the people and the people to the society and the list goes on. That is to say our responsibilities are defined by our different levels of engagements and involvements.

    Though we sometimes want to dodge or plead ignorant just to hands off that burden that nature itself has laid on us to care for one another, the issue of responsibility is not a matter that we can easily shake off because we feel unable, inadequate or incapacitated. We might be able to physically evade our duties but can we ever mentally forget our failures to keep up with such duties? We fail each day in our various responsibilities and sometimes make it seem like it’s okay by making silly excuses that justify our failures. But the truth will always remain that we have failed and need to pick up where we left off if we must be better people the society needs to survive  and grow. We must take responsibility.

  • A Page Each Day With Mnena Kogi

    A Page Each Day With Mnena Kogi

    Hi readers! Hope you enjoyed the story from yesterday. If you did, you must be looking forward to the complete story. Yas! And it’s here. Enjoy the long read and ensure to ‘brighten your corner.’

    Brighten your Corner… Orange the World (cont’d)

    Folake saw this gesture as harmless since Soonen told her he had a girlfriend in school. Initially, she dissuaded him from following her but on insistence, she let him be. However, this may have given Soonen the impetus to devise an evil plan. Soon enough, he started telling Folake how much he missed his girlfriend. Folake was indifferent because it meant nothing to her. She was there to learn and develop her skill and return to school when everything was over.

    The day Folake completed two weeks at the tailoring shop, she found herself alone with Soonen in the shop. Now, the shop door was usually closed to avoid attracting the attention of Covid-19 task force. When Folake arrived the shop that day, she saw a note on the sewing machine that read: “my wife is in labour. I’ve taken her to the hospital.” The note was from Mr. Alabi, the shop owner. At the end of the note was an instruction for them to continue peddling the machine pending when he would return. Folake found herself alone with Soonen but she was unsuspecting as she busied herself with her work.

    She noticed Soonen wanting body contact with her and she tried to move away. Before long, Soonen gripped her from behind and she struggled to free herself from his grip. She pushed herself towards the door and turned the door knob. Unknown to her, Soonen had locked the entrance door and removed the keys. She felt trapped while he smiled devilishly. She was much smaller than him in stature so her struggle meant nothing as he tied up her hands. He pushed up her lycral skirt and tore her underwear. With both her hands tied, she felt helpless and even when she screamed, no one was in sight. It was an office complex after all and the staff were in their homes. Soonen had his way with her and while she grimaced in pain, he loosed her hands, opened the door and fled.

    Hot tears flowed down her cheeks. Subconsciously, she could feel her heart disintegrate into tiny bits. As he fled in haste, he left the door ajar. Amidst the tears, Folake struggled to her knees and gradually stood up. She said, “Psychological pain is as bad as physical pain.” She felt weak to her bones as she struggled to pick up what was left of her dresses and covered herself. She was still crying when she heard footsteps. She looked to the door and saw Mr. Alabi walked into the shop. Mr. Alabi was taken aback. “What is the matter, Folake?” Folake cried the more he tried to find out what had happened. “It’s Soonen”, she cried. “What about Soonen? What happened to him?” Mr. Alabi was getting impatient, though he could perceive that Folake was distressed. She mustered all the strength she could and said, “Soonen raped me right her and ran off afterwards.” As the words exited her mouth, they went out with a loud wail. “Shhhh!” Mr Alabi tried to calm her. He rummaged through the customer’s clothes he had made and brought out a beautiful gown. The gown had always been admired by Folake and she had told him that she would get a material for him to make one for her. Mr. Alabi felt this was a perfect opportunity to gift her the dress.

    “Go to the restroom, clean up and change into this dress,” he told her. Still crying, Folake took the gown and went on to change. When she returned from the restroom, Mr. Alabi went into a long talk.

    You have to keep quiet about everything that happened here today for two reasons. One, you have no evidence. And even if you had evidence, you’ll be asked what you did to have made Soonen rape you. You know how you like wearing short short things up and down. You wouldn’t want to be judged by society. Second, Soonen’s uncle that sent him here is one of the best lawyers we have around here. He is a very rich man and even owns this entire building plus this shop. If this story goes out, you’ll be the one to lose and it will affect me too, because the man has been good to me. As you see me so, I don’t want trouble. Don’t come and cause trouble for me. Just go home, pretend as if nothing happened. You can resume whenever you like. I’ve dashed you that dress you always wanted. At least, that one should console you.

    Folake pinched herself to be sure she wasn’t dreaming. “How can the world be this cruel?” Mr. Alabi had just blamed her for another person’s irresponsible behaviour. He had blamed her for wearing skimpy things clothes which had seduced Soonen and made him rape her. More weightily, he had warned her never to talk about it, adding that if she mentioned it anywhere and he is called upon, he would deny her. He gave her a dress to console her. “A dress! Of all things just a dress! Is womanhood this cheap?” As she thought about all these, the tears flowed uncontrollably. She ran out of the shop crying all the way home. Luckily, the thoroughfare she usually took home was quiet and lonely, as if all users had been asked to stay away. She entered through the back door into her room and shut the door. She cried one round of tears after another till the tears could no longer flow. As usual, her parents were not at home.

    Growing up as a daughter to pastors, Folake’s parents hardly ever had time for her. Their only family times were prayer sessions and at meal times and these were no times no hold any conversations. Her parents were always busy in the church, trying to fix other people’s issues or holding one prayer and fasting session or the other. Folake knew that her parents would demonise her if they learned about the incidence and would not also want anybody to hear of it to save their reputation. If Mr. Alabi had followed her home to explain to them, maybe they would understand and save her the look of being an ‘absolute sinner’. She reached for her phone and dialled Abigail, the only friend she could share her pain with. Abigail came over immediately and as she shared, they cried together. It was a pitiful sight. Abigail offered to take her to run some tests at least to know her health status.

    At the clinic, she requested for a HIV and pregnancy test which both came out negative. She returned after two weeks for same tests and the results were still negative. Within this period, Folake lost her appetite. The enthusiasm about life in her eyes had all died. She struggled to sleep. The scene of how Soonen had overpowered her and had his way with her kept playing in her head. She sent back Mr. Alabi’s dress and never went back to his shop. The pain never left her. She’s aloof and resents men. Abigail has tried to make her change without success. Five seven months after her painful experience, during the 2020 16 Days of Activism against Gender-based Violence, Abigail encouraged her to share her story with A Page Each Day to help her get some closure. Folake says,

    “I was apprehensive and felt reluctant at first, but I thought about the many other young women like me who have gone through this. I thought of those that don’t even have an ‘Abigail’ like me.”

    When asked what she thinks others should do differently in the face of rape, she says, “that day, I should have run out to the clinic in my tatters. The way I looked and my test results would have been my evidence. I should never have been silent for fear of being termed the bad person by society.

    Folake said she feels free after sharing her story and pledges to give ear and support to any rape victim while campaigning against rape. She says rape is inhuman and nobody should have to experience it. She says she plans to start a small group in church where she will sesitise young persons about rape. She will do the same thing when she resumes school. It is a campaign. Through this, Folake brightens her corner. Are you brightening your own corner?

    Give rape victims justice! End rape. It is inhuman! End Gender based violence!

    #OrangeTheWorld

  • A Page Each Day with Mnena

    A Page Each Day with Mnena

    Brighten your Corner… Orange the World

    Orange is one of the brightest colours on the colour spectrum. It’s meaning is both vexing and fascinating. It is vexing because it reflects anger, disturbance, pain and worry which are associated with gender based violence. Orange is also said to be fascinating as it inspires hope, optimism, passion and determination. While many colours inspire emotional reactions, none is so passionate like the response to orange. As a bold and dynamic colour, orange is used to signal danger while creating a sense of excitement at the same time. Orange uplifts, gives confidence and injects fun. It is not hidden and is symbolic for exposing, bringing to fore or speaking out against gender based violence. Orange symbolises a brighter future, free of all forms of gender based violence. It is no wonder then that it has been adopted as the colour for the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.

    As already known, violence against women and girls is one of the most widespread, persistent and devastating human rights violations in our world today and is a threat to millions of girls and women online and offline. It affects women regardless of their age, background, or level of education. This violence takes many forms, including physical, sexual, or psychological violence, as well as economic abuse and exploitation.

    Today’s edition of A Page Each Day shares the rape experience of Folake in support of the 16 Days of Activism against Gender-based Violence. Read along…

    “It happened during the Covid-19 lock down. I’d gone out in search of a fashion school to enroll in. I had this passion for fashion and had always wished for an opportunity to explore. I’m very creative. I can pick up anything around me and shape it into something beautiful. Schools were closed down as a result of the lock down and in my case, ASUU had declared an indefinite strike. So, I saw an opportunity to develop this talent. I had time.”

    Folake is an undergraduate in one of the Nigerian universities. She used to be a highly enthusiastic and enterprising young lady. As a student, she combined education and skills development, always going out of her way to learn new things. During holidays, she would offer her services to teach in one of the LEA Primary Schools around her home. The school was short of teachers and Folake’s service came in handy. The pupils loved having her around.

    No one deserve to die, to be hurt, to be injured, to be raped, to be abused or to be molested by you. No matter how powerful you are, how sexy you are, how rich you are, how right you are or what they do or do not do to you, and no matter how hurt or broken you are.

    — De philosopher DJ Kyos

    When she returned from school following the strike and the lock down, the primary school had also closed for the lock down. Her first week at home became really boring as she racked her brain to come up with an idea of something to get busy with. Then the idea dropped. “Even though there’s lock down, some businesses may still open. If I can find a tailoring shop around the house, I can enroll and start learning.”

    With this determination, Folake set out in search of a place. She had no premonition that her decision would later bring her such pain and shame otherwise, she would have dismissed the idea. Her search was blessed and she found a place, a room within the premises of a law firm inside her estate. After making the necessary inquiries, she enrolled and commenced the very next day.

    Just two weeks into her learning experience, the worst happened. She had enrolled along with another student from one of the universities in the middle belt by name Soonen. Soonen was on industrial training (IT) and since the organisation he was undertaking IT with had closed down, his uncle advised him to learn a skill rather than laze around the house. Both students discussed school life at their leisure hour and walked home together when they closed from the shop. Even though their homes were over 3 kilometres apart, Soonen would walk Folake to almost three houses away to her home before going back.

    to be continued…

  • The Oby Ezekwesili gambit

    The Oby Ezekwesili gambit

    Dr Oby Ezekwesili’s article titled, “Yes, I insist that #ChinaMustPayAfrica damages for COVID-19” makes for an amusing read full of IMF and World Bank grammer but lacking in substance.

    There is no doubt that COVID-19 has wreaked great havoc on Africa’s weak economy, but much more so has slavery and IMF and World Bank prescriptions for African nations at some point she was a vice President at the World Bank.

    As a former World Bank Vice President, at no time did she use her vantage position to canvass for the interest of the continent. She never asked for reparation for African nations for years of slavery and colonization or the devastation of their economies from IMF and World Bank prescriptions that destroyed their economies and left them in debt.

    She like to wear the garb of a social crusader and an activist, but it is all a visage. Behind the mien is a wheeler deeler, a western apologists and a perpetual attention seeker.

    She vowed to contest the last Presidential elections in Nigeria, but to the disappointment of her followers pulled out at the last minute. Observers concluded she only wanted the lime light for a while.

    For a woman who cannot afford to stay out of the limelight for too long her new enterprise is worth examining.

    She wants compensation for African nations and she says she is leading a campaign on their behalf. Is it not ironical that one victim is seeking compensation from another victim?

    Is it not an anomaly for separate self-willing entities to transfer responsibilities or blame their failings on others? China is as much a victim of COVID-19 as any ountry in Africa. To turn around and ask China for compensation is standing logic on its head.

    Let us look at some brief timeline of the COVID-19: The disease in China became known in December, 2019. And the country announced there was a disease which it was yet to understand its nature and evolution. WHO was notified. Many countries looked away. 

    By end of December, 2019 the Chinese authorities announced it has confirmed a deadly virus and was locking down Wuhan with strict measures to contain the spread. Some countries said it was a Chinese problem, and mocked China’s “draconian measures.”

    By January 14, Chinese scientists analysed and published the structural RNA sequence and evolution of the novel Coronavirus and shared them with the rest of the world,unfortunately, many countries paid little attention. 

    By January 24, President Xi Jinping warned that the Lunar New Year celebrations from Jan 25 to Feb 7 will be disrupted by the Coronavirus and warned against returnees from other countries. Many countries reacted by evacuating their nationals without medical clearance, which of course may have led to the spread.

    On January 25, 2020, the MRC Centre for Global Infectious Disease in the UK praised the efforts of China to contain the spread of the disease, which by then had affected 1000 persons and killed 56 persons in China. It also warned that China may be overwhelmed by the disease eventually. Many countries adopted a watch and see approach, some states including Bill Gates, sent aid to China.Trump even commended the efforts of China in containing the outbreak.

    On March 12, 2020, the World Health Organisation announced that the virus,  which had by then affected 12 countries with 20,000 cases and 1000 deaths, has become a global pandemic.

    WHO announced as part of measures to contain the virus based on its research to include:

    washing hands frequently with water and soap or using hand-sanitizing gel;

    maintaining social distancing (keeping a distance of 1 metre (3 feet) between yourself and anyone who is coughing or sneezing);

    avoiding touching eyes, nose and mouth;

    following respiratory hygiene (covering your mouth and nose with your bent elbow or tissue when you cough or sneeze, then disposing of the used tissue immediately);

    seeking medical care early if you have a fever, cough and difficulty breathing; and

    staying informed and following advice given by your health-care provider, national and local public health authority, or your employer on how to protect yourself and others from COVID-19.

    Did Africa and other continents expect China, which was battling it’s own COVID-19 challenges to come out and conduct these protocols for them? Why did Nigeria not shut its borders on the day WHO made the announcement or after its first index case from Italy on February 27, which was one month after China locked down its cities?

    Is Oby making a moral appeal or legal claim? If a legal claim, how can liability be proved against China? Can a sovereign State be brought under the jurisdiction of another under international law? And if this were so, wont it be better to set the precedence of compensations for all the wrongs done against Africans by slave raiders and colonial masters, and other atrocities of Europe and America against Africans in recent years, like sponsoring coup against legitimate governments and the destruction of Libya, which has led to the proliferation of small arms and light weapons all over Africa.

    Indeed, COVID-19 may have occasioned a force majeure which could warrant grace in debt servicing. And no doubt China may have under-reported its fatality figures in the beginning, which could be as a result of people being turned back from over congested medical facilities and many undiagnosed deaths at home. Or misunderstanding of initial medical alarms about the disease. For this, China has since April 17 raised its fatality rates in Wuhan by 50 percent. The new death toll is now put at 3,869 deaths, an increase of 1,290 from the previous figure of 2, 579. 

    But to ask for complete debts write-off because of these types of errors would not serve the interest of African peoples held down by a thieving political leadership. It is a sign of mental and intellectual laziness that Africa seeks every opportunity to avoid its contractual obligation. Pursuing this line of reasoning does more damage to Africa there is nothing to be gained.

    After 65 years of Africa-China relations, Africa must grow up and quit her infantile cot. It must explore indigenous solutions to its developmental gaps.

    To a large extent, Africa’s deal with China in the past 20 years have yielded tangible projects with less political destabilising effects and austerity conditionalities, relative to its relations with the West and its financial institutions. New airports, seaports, railways, highways, factories, energy, housing estates, schools, hospitals, farm plantations etc are too glaring for even babies to see.

    It’s a shame that after Africa went into colonialism with a hoe and came out with a hoe, apologies to Walter Rodney (1972), it still does not know it’s true friend. Much of the blame for Africa’s woes is not even from the so-called external superpowers but internal contradictions, ethno-religious bickering and corruption.

    Until the right soul searching is done, no amount of debt-forgiveness will change its socio-economic and political malaise.

    Oby and her Co-travellers should be knowledgeable enough to know that what Africa needs is investments to lift its teaming population out of poverty, not handouts in the name of debt cancelations or reparations.

  • The Rise and the Staggering of Amotekun.

    The Rise and the Staggering of Amotekun.

    By Femi Oluwasanmi

    It is an undeniable fact that in an atmosphere of crisis, killings, kidnapping, “adultnapping” and other antisocial activities of this magnitude, to have economic development and progress will be difficult. This seems to be the rationale behind the inauguration of operation Amotekun by the South West State Governors on 9th January 2020, before it was shot in the leg by the Federal might.

    According to the Attorney General of Federation and Minister of Justice (AGF) Abubakar Malami (SAN) on 14th January 2020, the formation of operation Amotekun is alien to the 1999 Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, as amended 2011 because it runs contrary to the provisions that uphold the establishment of such security outfit. 

    Part of the provisions cited by the AGF are items 38 and 45 of the second schedule of the constitution which stipulate that the military (Army, Navy and Air Force) including any other branch of the armed forces of the Federation and the Police and other government security services established by law to maintain law and order in the country are exclusively for the federal government and not on the concurrent list where federal and state governments interplay as actors.

    While this seems not to be far from the reality, the level of insecurity in the country suggests a need for community policing which would have been included in the Constitution if the country were to be facing this kind of security turbulent in 1998.

    Even, despite this lacuna, the Constitution still recognizes the Governor as the chief security officer of the state, thereby giving them the responsibility to protest lives and property within their area of jurisdiction which probably informed the formation of operation Amotekun. 

    Prior to the formation of Amotekun, there were series of killings, kidnapping and other criminal activities which crescendo to an height of fear whereby people going to work have to considered security before leaving home. Just to picture the level of insecurity in the region.

    For instance, in July, 2019, the daughter of one of the leaders of a Yoruba socio-cultural organisation, Afenifere, Mrs. Funke Olakunrin, was shot dead at Ore junction in Ondo State by unknown gunmen. While the farm of a former Secretary to the Government of the Federation, SGF, Chief Olu Falae, located at Ilado, Ondo State was set ablazed by herdsmen in January, 2018. 

    Similar thing happened to some pastors of the Redeemed Christan Church of God when they were kidnapped by kidnappers along sagamu- Ore axis in 2019.

    Infact, the Governor of Ondo State, Mr  Rotimi Akeredolu, said in June 2019, that his convoy was targeted by the kidnappers when he ran into them along Akure-Ibadan road before his security shot into the air to scare them away. If this could happened to a sitting Governor of a State what about the ordinary citizen that has no security escort?

    Though, the issue of insecurity is not only limited to the Southwest because its manifestation is well felt in all the geopolitical zones of the country. The manner at which it is being reported daily shows that it has defied the tactics of the mainstream security agencies.

    The number of people that have lost theirs lives to the criminal activities in the recent time based on the reports from both local and international observers are thousands in number. This is not to talk of those suffering from the truma of kidnapping, rape and other similar experiences.

    Many Nigerians in the diaspora are afraid to come back to Nigeria because of insecurity while some within the country no longer go to their village again because of this menace which seems to have rendered the mainstream security agencies powerless and the citizens helpless.

    The reason for this failure is not unconnected to the high level of corruption, inadquate funding, tribalism, and others similar factors within and outside the security architecture. Most time, people are even afraid of reporting security threat to the police station because of the fear of being the next subject of attack.

    In the world of today, intelligent gathering is very important for security officers to perform very well and this is the reason operation Amotekun or something similar is of necessity. With such a security outfit, the mainstream security will be able together information necessary for their operation.

    Apart from this, the creation of such security outfit will bring security architecture closer to the people and naturally reduce the hideout of criminal elements wrecking havoc on Nigerians.

    Although, the place of Amotekun might not be so clear in the constitution its place in combating the high level of insecurity is of great importance because if the mainstream security agencies had not failed in performing their constitutional role to the maximum level,  the issue of Amotekun would not have even come to place.

    So, it is high time the nation looks beyond legalism to necessity by facing squarely the common enemy which is the insecurity in order to achieve economic development and progress because in a state of insecurity there is possibility of anarchy and where there is anarchy, automatically the constitution of such a State is thrown to the dustbin of history while the survival of the fittest becomes a common currency.