“A man will turn
over half a library to make one book”
—Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English critic and lexicographer.
Waiting for Aremo Segun Osoba’s book, BATTLELINES: My Adventures In
Journalism And Politics, has been akin to the experience of the two
characters expecting the arrival of someone called Godot who never arrives. In
his 1952 tragicomedy, Waiting For Godot, Irish writer,
Samuel Beckett presents the helplessness and an accompanying barrenness of an
endless wait for a Godot who doesn’t show up. Joined by three other funny
actors, these tarrying figures get further mired in a futile wait for the
person they do not know. The play closes, tragically and comically, without
Godot being revealed in the two-act work.
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| *Segun Osoba |
Mercifully, lingering for the autobiography of Osoba, former editor of
Daily
Times of Nigeria, who went on to become the paper’s Group
managing-director and the governor of Ogun State, hasn’t followed the
trajectory of Godot. Yes, there was a long expectation. But, as it turned out
the other day in Lagos, it wasn’t a wait for Godot. Osoba’s own Godot arrived
at the presentation of his book ahead of his birthday.
He made the promise to deliver a definitive work on his life a couple
of years ago when he spoke with a newspaper reporter. Osoba had been reminded
of his great days as a reporter with Daily Times, with the hint that he
was the industry’s most illustrious living journalist.
Respected newspaper columnist Mohammed Haruna has also described Osoba
as Nigeria’s ‘’most successful reporter since Independence’’. The former
governor has modestly declined the honour, reminding us that we had in our
midst older and more remarkable men: Lateef Jakande and Sam Amuka. He added: ‘’I am not the best reporter…There
are greater journalists than I who still need to be celebrated.’’ Then he spoke
of his next assignment: writing his opus.
We have been waiting since. When in 2011, Mike Awoyinfa and Dimgba
Igwe came up with their book, SEGUN OSOBA: The Newspaper Years, we
thought the Godot of the highly garlanded Osoba had landed at last. But our
excitement was short-lived. The master’s imprimatur wasn’t in the book. The
cover bore his name alright. His clean-shaved face, with a hesitating smile
refusing to bare his teeth, filled the window cover. Inside also, Osoba was a
perpetual presence. Almost every page had his name mentioned or alluded to in
the pronoun.
His mentors and colleagues and friends and schoolmates—Babatunde
Jose, Lateef Jakande, Sam Amuka, Peter Enahoro, Rasheed Gbadamosi, Titus
Sokanlu etc—were summoned to celebrate Osoba in the book. They recollected
their relationship with Osoba and agreed that he deserved to be honoured as one
of the greats of the profession of journalism.
Despite the presence of these other giants spreading across the
396-page book and their references to Osoba, there is a missing link. Osoba
himself is nowhere ‘seen’ talking. He is a silent onlooker, as the venturesome
duo of Awoyinfa and Igwe urge a medley of compatriots to take over the show.
So the book despite, its endearing virtues, has the grave drawback of
not giving us the full-bodied Osoba. We saw Osoba the journalist as offered by
impartial associates, as it were. But we didn’t hear from him. What spurred him
to get to the peak he scaled? What were his emotional challenges? How did he
overcome them? Certainly, there would be unseen factors influencing him from
behind the scenes. Only Osoba would know these and be in a good position to
reveal these.
More: SEGUN OSOBA: The Newspaper Years, had no brief to go beyond the
man’s journalism days. In that case, we were to be led into a halfway house,
never mind the galaxy of names drawing us in. The ideal is to get Osoba the
reporter, Osoba the family man and husband of Beere Derinsola and Osoba the
politician, all under one roof, under a completed building. The book’s
masterclasss status doesn’t deliver it from the intellectual hunger for the
final word from Osoba himself. The book created an interest to have the full-orbed
Osoba. So the next stage was to satisfy that crave. Godot must not be allowed
to play Beckett’s script.
With BATTLELINES: Adventures In Journalism And Politics, Osoba,
turning 80 on July 15, is providing us massive memoir to chew for a proper
assessment and understanding of the man. The 341-pagebook aptly captures the
life and times of Osoba, an undertaking denied other works on him. Newspaper
interviews and articles that have appeared seasonally on him have been sharply
constrained because of limited space and a pervading ambience of conflicting
interests. Only a book coming from him could address these summons.
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| *Segun Osoba and wife, Derin |
The book itself warns readers that the author is leading them into old
wars he has fought and won in his years as a journalist and politician. For,
you can’t tantalize us with the notion of ‘battlelines’ and withdraw from
plunging us into your exploits during the hostilities. You can’t write an
autobiography announcing wars and as you flip through it all you see are
accounts of tea parties. Segun Osoba battled personal and national wars, which
were unavoidable if you were a public-interest newsman and servant-politician.
Osoba’s long-awaited bio-narrative is coming at the right time when we
need to crack the crevices of history to grab nuggets of wisdom from
outstanding statesmen and professionals. If we agree with the revered novelist,
Chinua Achebe, that the leadership question must be dealt with in order to have
a radically functioning society, we must get more statesmen to write books on
their experiences, so we don’t fall into snares that have kept us from plumbing
the depths of our limitless potential.
John Ruskin, English art critic and writer said: ‘’All books are
divisible into two classes: the books of the hour, and the books of all time.’’
I think Segun Osoba’s book, BATTLELINES: Adventures In Journalism And
Politics, falls into the latter order. For, following Johnson’s
counsel, Osoba must have turned over the libraries of the ages to write it.
*Mr. Ojewale, a veteran journalist and writer contributes from Ogun
State
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