By Dan Amor
Former President Olusegun Obasanjo's recent bombing of
President Muhammadu Buhari does not make him a better candidate for national
heroism. After all, the outcome of his letter to former President Goodluck
Jonathan is the person whom he has just attacked. If care is not taken, the
next president in 2019 might even be worse than Buhari. This is not a death wish
for my beloved country. Never. Far from it!
*Babangida, Buhari, Obasanjo, Shagari and Jonathan |
But Nigeria is a nation of experts
without roots. We are always creating tacticians who are blind to strategy and
strategists who cannot even take a step. And when the culture has finished its
work the institutions handcuff the infirmity. But what is at the centre of the
panic which is our national culture since we are not yet free to choose our
leaders? Seeing how ineligible dunces who don’t even understand the secret of
their private appeal, talk-less of what the nation needs jostle for power, I
realize all over again that Nigeria is an unhappy contract between the Rich and
the Poor. It is not that Nigeria
is altogether hideous, it is even by degrees pleasant, but for an honest
observer, there is never any salt in the wind.
Yet in Nigeria ,
the myth of politics and the reality of life have diverged too far. There is
nothing to return them to one another, no common love, no cause, no desire, and
most essentially, no agreement here. Nigeria needed a hero before the
exit of the Whiteman, a hero central to his time. Nigeria needed a man whose
personality might suggest contradictions and mysteries which could reach into
the alienated circuits of the underground, because only a hero can capture the
secret imagination of a people, and so be good for the vitality of his nation.
A hero embodies the fantasy of his people’s imagination and so allows each
private mind the liberty to consider its fantasy and find a way to grow. Each
mind can become more conscious of its desires and waste less strength in hiding
from itself. Roosevelt was such a hero, and
Churchill, Lenin, De Gaulle and Mandela. Even Hitler, to take the most odious
example of this argument, was a hero- the hero-as-monster, embodying what had
become the monstrous fantasy of a people, but the horror upon which the radical
mind and liberal temperament foundered was that he gave outlet to the energies
of the Germans and so presented the twentieth century with an index of how
horrible had become the secret heart of its desires.
Roosevelt is, of course, a happier example of the hero;
from his paralytic leg to the royal elegance of his geniality he seemed to
contain the United States
within himself. Everyone, from the meanest starving cripple to any ambitious
young man could expand into the optimism of an improving future because the man
offered an unspoken promise of a future which would be rich. In Roosevelt , as in Neru, the grandfather of Indian
nationalism, the poor, the hardworking and the imaginative well-to-do could see
themselves in the president, could believe him to be like themselves. So, a
large part of the United
States was able to discover its energy
because not as mush was wasted in feeling that the country was a poisonous
nutrient which stifled the day. This is just an attempt to construct a simple
model. But the thesis is after all not so mysterious. It would merely nudge the
notion that a national hero embodies his time and is not so very much better
than this time, but is larger than life, and so is capable of giving direction
to the time, able to encourage a nation to discover the deepest colours of its
character. At bottom, the concept of the hero is antagonistic to impersonal
social progress, to the belief that social ills can be solved by social
legislating, for it sees a country as all-but-trapped in its character until it
has a hero who reveals the character of the country to itself.
The implication is that without such a hero the nation turns sluggish. Babangida, for example, was not such a hero. He was not sufficiently larger than life. He inspired familiarity without excitement; he was a character while in power but his proportions came from cunning. And because of his high sense of insincerity, Babangida as a national leader was full of salty common-sense and small-minded uncertainty. Small wonder, he allegedly declared himself “an evil genius.” He is full of tragic-comic mix-ups. Whereas Abacha had been the antihero, he was only the spoiler-as-regulator. Nations do not necessarily and inevitably seek for heroes. In periods of dull anxiety such as we are, one is more likely to look for security than dramatic confrontation. And Abacha could stand as a hero only for that small number of Nigerians who were most proud of their lack of imagination. Talk of Shagari? In Nigerian national life, the unspoken hopelessness of the
It was Murtala who was close to a national hero but was
summarily extirpated by the evil machinations of imperial forces. Obafemi
Awolowo made the list at the regional level but he was stopped by feudal
pretenders. Buhari was a twin-faced Janus who was neither here nor there. Nigeria needed
him, not Nigerians. What was even worse, he did not divide the nation as a hero
might with a dramatic dialogue as the result (which was what Obasanjo had
pretended to do in 2005). Buhari merely excluded one part of the nation from
the other by banning free speech. The result was the alienation of the best
minds and bravest impulses from the faltering history which was in the making.
For Obasanjo, he might claim that he did not invent corruption in Nigeria , but it
merely proliferated during his dull and fearful reign. And the incredible
dullness wreaked upon the Nigerian landscape in his eight years of civil
dictatorship has been the triumph of corruption as a national enterprise,
leaving him as one of the richest former leaders, and his country one of the
poorest in the world. A tasteless, colourless, odourless sanctity in manners,
modes and styles, has been the result. Obasanjo embodies half the needs of the
nation, the need of the timid, the petrified, the sanctimonious, and the
sluggish. He knows that he cannot be counted as a hero in the true sense of the
word.
*Dan Amor is an
Abuja-based public affairs analyst (danamor641@gmail.com)
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