I knew that Muhammadu Buhari didn’t represent any sort
of change with the tiniest chance of improving the lot of Nigerians. I knew
also that people of my education and perspective knew that to have a man with
scant redeeming qualities at the helm of Nigerian affairs would represent a
tragic setback for the entity. It didn’t surprise me, though, that during 2015 a legion of informed
Nigerians ate up incredible media space promoting as sterling what they knew or
ought to have known was meretricious. It was all Buhari blah, blah; Buhari blah,
blah, blah; Buhari blah, blah, blah,
blah.
Well, the chickens since came home to roost. There had
been an American flank to the nauseating valorization of mediocrity. We all
always knew that once a Nigerian got educated in the United
States or claimed to have gotten educated in the United States , he or she automatically became
all-knowing – against the backdrop of all the nonentities they left behind in Nigeria for the
trans-Atlantic flight that invariably transformed every sojourner into a
genius. On and on, week in and week out, these infallible characters kept
churning out tomes of anti-Jonathan diatribe and fabulous episodes on their
messiah.
As things have turned out, their vaunted messiah has
recklessly careened the ship of state to the edge of the precipice. One more
gratuitous step and the Plummet button would have been pressed for the
unstoppable descent into utter chaos. But, guess what. The loud-speaking and intolerant
Diaspora experts and their homegrown counterparts have all but fallen silent,
their vocal cords lacerated and their tongues of chicanery incinerated. Shame,
if they ever had that human emotion, never allowed them a moment to apologize
for their contribution to the national swindle that showed up in the form of a
middling ex-soldier from the *Buhari |
How come that folks dressed in military fatigues
massacres over 300 human beings (Shiite only refers to the peculiarity of their
Islam) without Nigerian voices rising as one to proclaim the inhumanity beyond
toleration? That was enough impetus to lay into unarmed Biafran agitators and
turn them into cannon fodder. And then the farce of their fight against
corruption became acutely brazen. Those of them with forged credentials
received the green light to keep flaunting them. Mountainous allegations of
corruption against their Party chairman, corroborated with affidavits, elicited
less than the stir of the little finger. Judicial injunctions homed straight
into trash cans.
So far – that is more than three years after he
mounted the saddle of power – the man has held the monthly live TV Meet
the Press programme only once. Thus, his questionable actions and
ineluctable gaffes are never interrogated. The citizenry has never been let
into the details of the mysterious health condition that detained him last year
in the United Kingdom
for more than 100 days. More, the country is considered unworthy of learning
the number of billions from the national coffers that financed the
hospitalization in Europe of this man who, as
presidential candidate, pronounced anathema on flying bigwigs abroad for
medical attention.
He belongs to all. And he belongs to none. Sounds like
dilettantish attempt at penning doggerel. Yet, he incessantly demonstrates a
predilection of partiality to those that “elected” him. He has promoted
nepotism way above the giddy sky-highness of impunity. He has created an
atmosphere that enables the heaviness of coercive force on franchise and
independence seekers. It’s almost as though it’s never occurred to their Let’s
Pretend Circle that uniform, whether of the military or the Police, has its
day, which must pass – just like the acrid stench of malodorous fart, and that
even the trigger, despite the resounding report and attendant devastation that
follows its pulling, belongs but to a date beyond which it is detached from
reckoning. The man simply plods on, his puppeteers permanently in negation of
the intruding thought that they could someday stand in line to memorably
welcome the insistent visitor often baldly referred to as Comeuppance.
Thus, for endless months running into endless years,
heavily-armed Fulani herdsmen and their ilk roar from countryside to
countryside, serving the innocent and the vulnerable a changeless diet of
looting, burning, massacring and land annexation, while the C-in-C emits the
absurdity that the only panacea to their encircling genocide is prayers! When
people condone this atrocity for whatever reason, do they remain people or do
they become non-people? While an answer is thought up for this question, there
are just two more thoughts: (1) While Pinochet draped Chile in tyranny, a Spanish lawyer assiduously
took notes in Madrid .
When, long after uniform and bullets, Pinochet strayed into London , the long arms of the law enveloped
him in a legal embrace. Saddam Hussein fared far worse. (2) Shortly after the
IRA started its guerilla warfare of the Northern Ireland Troubles, other such
forces sprouted that spelt pinewood-for-pinewood (euphemism for coffins)
through the next 25 years – until a Tony Blair, assisted by a Bill Clinton and
a few others brokered a peace deal.
*Iloegbunam,
a commentator on national issues, sent this viewpoint through iloegbunam@hotmail.com.
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