By
Ugochukwu Ejinkeonye
A few
years ago, we had a very important and urgent need to be in Kumasi very early the next day. It was
already midnight (Nigerian Time, but 11pm in Ghana ),
and we were still in Accra ,
surrounded by its brilliant lights and soothing serenity (there was not the
faintest hint of any generator sound anywhere), wondering what to do.
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But a
Ghanaian who was with us did not seem to share our worries. He simply told us
to hit the road, that in the next three hours, we should be in Kumasi .
I looked
at him with surprise and disbelief. Who was sure nobody had hired him to lure
the three of us into a well-laid ambush by violent robbers? When I expressed my
concern about armed robbers, his answer was sharp: “There are no armed
robbers!”
When later
I repeated the concern, he said something he quickly realised he should not
have said, but which Nigerians need to continue hearing no matter how painful
we find it: “I have told you…
no armed robbers! This is not Nige…!” He
cut himself short. It suddenly occurred to him that he had gone too far in his
bid to emphasize that point.
When I
called a Nigerian friend in Ghana
and he reassured me that the long journey from Accra
to Kumasi was
safe, we hit the road. At the one or two places where very friendly policemen
stopped us, they merely looked at the vehicle and waved us on with their
torches, without the slightest hint that they wanted a bribe.
And so,
after a long journey through a quiet expressway and vast, quiet countryside, we
embraced the warmth of the clean, well-lit streets of
No doubt, Ghana is a very
poor country. Beyond the glitter of an efficient system is poverty that is real
and palpable. But Ghana
has been lucky with its leaders. What nation would not prosper under the watch
of transparent, patriotic and result-oriented leaders who are not afraid to
live among the people (unlike Nigerian leaders who hide themselves in an
impregnable fortress like Aso Rock)?
It is only
thieving, failed leaders that live in perpetual fear of the citizenry. The
Ghanaian president lives in a street with very little security and has
neighbours just like any other Ghanaian.
Throughout
my stay in Ghana ,
I never dialled any number twice with my Ghana MTN line, no matter the country
I called! But in Nigeria ,
if you dial a familiar number (duly saved in your phone), what you would
probably hear is: “This number does not exist on this network.”
Or: “The number you
have dialled is incorrect.” And so on! You may eventually get
through if you exercise more patience. What a country!
Service
providers in Ghana
are effectively monitored and regulated. The regulatory body ensures that no
service provider sells lines more than it has the capacity to manage. And so
the people make calls and get through with ease.
The same
thing happens virtually every other place in Africa where the same service
providers we have in Nigeria
also operate. But in Nigeria
they act with impunity while they function effectively every other place else.
It offends
me each time anyone attempts comparing Nigeria
with Europe or America .
From Swaziland , Botswana , Mozambique ,
down to Togo and Benin Republic
here, Nigeria is, perhaps,
the only country in Africa that is yet to
achieve some appreciable stability in its electricity supply. We are here still
grappling with pitch darkness and watching our pitiably blank and groping
leaders telling embarrassing, infantile stories to explain away their
inexplicable failure and insufferable incompetence, while very poor countries
we can easily buy up with our humungous resources have since left us behind on
this issue of power supply and provision of other social amenities.
In most of
these countries, one can conveniently walk to any public tap and drink water,
but whoever tries that here any time some liquid manages to trickle from any
public tap would be guilty of attempting suicide.
At Kwame Nkrumah
University , Americans,
Britishers, Chinese and people from diverse nations of the world are proudly
enrolled as students. In 1993, an American Professor of Economics proudly told
me that while he studied for his Masters Degree at the University
College , Ibadan , (UCI) in 1958, he stayed at Kuti
Hall. I wonder if he can advise any American child today to get near that same
Kuti Hall he spoke so glowingly about, or encourage the child of his worst
enemy to attend a Nigerian
University .
While a
friend and I took a walk around midnight on a Saturday, we felt so safe,
despite the several trees in the well landscaped and beautified compounded that
lend the school its serenity, but which could provide cover for any campus
cultists to strike, like we regularly witness in Nigeria.
As we
stood on a walkway, about eight American youths dashed across, chattering,
laughing and feeling so much at home. I am told that children of countless
Nigerian government officials are also enrolled in the school, generating huge
funds to Ghana
with which it now offers divers scholarships to its own citizens. Yes, Nigerian
public officers would prefer paying all the money (usually stolen from the
public purse) to Ghana than improving and making our own schools safer so that
youths from several parts of the world can also come here (as used to be the
case) to study.
Ghanaians
do not have the drive and innovativeness of Nigerians. Under focused and honest
leaders whose eyes and hearts are not solely glued on the treasury, what would
stop Nigeria
from becoming one of the greatest countries in the world?
So, while
our leanly endowed neighbours are gradually laying solid foundations for
greater tomorrow, Nigeria
is decaying and sinking into unimaginable depths.
Laden with
an equally insufferably inept and morally impaired legislators, what options
are left for a country so immensely rich, but so irresponsibly managed?
Painful
truths, but let's tell them to ourselves to see if they can awaken a strong
resolve in us to put our house in order.
*Ugochukwu Ejinkeonye
is a Nigerian journalist and writer. He could be reached with: scruples2006@yahoo.com.
Many of his articles are published archived in this blog. Twitter: @ugowrite
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