By Sunny Awhefeada
The road constitutes a metaphor of life’s journey for Africans. It is central to the configuration and understanding of the metaphysical nexus between the abode of the dead and that of the living that we call life. The metaphoric and metaphysical essence of the road also mediates life’s journey and its uncertain twists and turns.
The road is benign as it connects people and places. The road is also a cruel phenomenon as it has thrown people and places into mourning. The road consumes humanity. It engenders loss. African literature in its depiction of the African predicament whether it is physical or existential has remained the most fertile site for the plural manifestations of the essence of the road.
Wole Soyinka wrote The Road and You Must Set Forth at Dawn,
Ben Okri wrote The Famished Road, and just recently the bard, Niyi Osundare
wrote If Only the Road Could Talk. The four works contain in between
their pages the grimness of how life is lived in Nigeria and much of Africa.
The diligent reader is also able to tease out the essence of hope realized
through destruction and regeneration that they anticipate.
In spite of the romantic and tragic essence of the road, a
feature that should have earned it fascination and dread in equal measure, it
has remained the most abused, denigrated and degraded aspect of our national
life in Nigeria. Every day that we wake up to see takes us to the road. We slap
the face of the road with our feet. Vehicles ride roughshod over its surface
and potholes and craters have become permanent features of it in Nigeria. We
seem to be waging an undeclared war against our roads. Nigerian roads are in
truth no roads. We have degraded and denigrated our roads from Warri to Wukari
and Calabar to Kano. It is in Osundare’s title If Only the Road Could Talk
that one can draw a significant link with the physical state of Nigerian roads
and what the response of the roads would be if only they could talk about their
condition and how they feel about it.
Although Osundare’s title is a poetic metaphor which accentuates
the poet’s interaction with the world arising from his travels, the title when
transposed on the physical state of Nigerian roads would be an apt reflection
of what the response of the roads would have been if only they had the
instrumentally of speech. Nevertheless, despite not having the capacity to
speak our roads have spoken again and again and for the umpteenth time!
The many accidents on our roads, tragic and near tragic, bespeak
the roads’ silent anger over the degradation to which they have been subjected.
Each time an accident occurs on our roads, it is in part a reflection of what
they have become; death traps sending citizens to untimely graves. The lucky
ones lose limbs and stay alive deformed, but thankful that once there is life
there is hope.
The present condition of Nigerian roads is alarming and I am
sure that if a categorization of the world’s worst roads were to be carried
out, Nigeria would clinch the tag of that which is the most terrible. Is
Nigeria, after all, not the global capital of poverty and Lagos the third most
dangerous city in the world? Is Nigeria also not among the three most dangerous
countries for women to give birth? Is Nigeria not one of the countries with the
highest number of out of school children in the world now numbering more than
twenty million? So, it shouldn’t be surprising if Nigeria adds the tag of
“worst roads in the world’ to her many medals of infamy.
Traveling, once upon a time, was a hobby in Nigeria. But now
only those with the kind of nerves approximating lunacy will still see
traveling as a hobby or favourite pastime. People now travel out of compulsion.
Traveling has become risky. The bad roads, kidnappers, security agents that
are worse than armed robbers and other indices have contrived to make traveling
a tortuous experience in Nigeria. There is hardly any road journey that offers
a pleasurable or therapeutic experience in Nigeria. A few kilometers of smooth
ride often yields ten times much longer torture of driving on bad stretches of
roads.
The sad reality of the situation is the seeming indifference of
successive ruling elite that should be responsible for the state of our roads.
What has been budgeted for Nigerian roads since 1999 should be enough to build
all the roads in Africa. Yet, Nigeria cuts the picture of a nation without
roads.
When the Buhari government was inaugurated in 2015 many
Nigerians had thought that the many promises made by the new party in power
would crystallize in the construction of good roads among other basic indices
of national development. The government received plaudit when it appointed a
man famed for achieving results as the minister in charge of works. All that
hope is gone with the wind.
In the present dispensation, the minister of works enacted some
theatrics on assumption of office. He toured the country, made the right noise
proclaiming his engineering expertise. More than one year after all the
grandstanding about efficiency that would result in good roads nothing has
happened. Our man has become silent. We have not heard or seen him again on
television visiting construction sites and making promises. Nigeria must have
done him in. We remain a nation without roads.
Our roads remain the death traps our rulers intended them to be. A journey of thirty minutes can sometimes take three or more hours. Travelling from Benin to Warri was once less than one hour. Today it could take five hours or an entire day. Warri to Lagos once upon a time was less than five hours, but at the moment it is either an entire day or two!
Trucks carrying goods have tumbled on the roads losing all the wares meant for sale or distribution resulting in untold loses to the owners. The ruling class, playing the escapist game, resorts to traveling by air thus avoiding the menace that our roads have become knowing that we are actually a nation without roads.
The people should begin a movement to reclaim our roads. The thrust of
the movement should be the people’s proscription of air travel for government
officials at levels and watch if our roads would not be fixed within a year of
such a movement so that we can become a nation with roads. The time has come
for Nigerians to shake off their lethargy and take regenerative steps in the
remaking of Nigeria.
* Awhefeada is a professor of English and literary studies
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