I
was born on October 16th in the year of our Lord 1960 and consequently I
celebrated my 53rd birthday last week wednesday. It was a quiet low-key
affair in which, as is customary with me, I spent most of the day in
fasting, prayer and sober reflection, surrounded by my loved ones,
thanking the Lord for granting me yet another year of life and for
delivering me from the hands of my numerous detractors and enemies. I
also took the time to thank my dear wife and soul mate Regina, for
standing by me through thick and thin and for being such a blessing and
my darling children who have had to put up with a father that is fast
becoming one of the most controversial, misrepresented and misunderstood
figures in Nigerian modern history- a title which I neither crave nor
relish. May God bless them and all my numerous siblings, loved ones,
friends, associates, collaborators, readers and well wishers for their
encouraging words and constant love and support.
May God also bless my numerous haters, traducers and detractors for keeping me on my toes, for strengthening my resolve, for giving me a reason to exist and to fight on, for making me relevant and for enabling me to have one testimony after another. May God's name be praised. In the name of God the great and He that is more than able, I bless and thank you all from the bottom of my heart. It is because it is my birthday that I decided to share a few home truths today that will gladden the hearts of some but that may sadden others. Yet the truth must be spoken and even if my voice is drowned by the cacophony of dissent and rancour that sometimes trail such literary interventions, let it be on record that on this day the seed of truth and liberation was planted and the idea of a new beginning for a people that I have come to love more than life itself, my people, the yoruba people of south western Nigeria, was berthed. And for these views, these ideas, these contributions and these philosophies, as disagreeable as they may be to some, I offer no apology.
One of the basic truisms of nationhood is that we as a people must appreciate our roots. We must never forget who we are, where we come from and what we stand for. For example you cannot speak of Great Britain without a full recognition of the role, history and impact of the nationalities that make up that country and that are known as the english, the irish, the welsh and the scots. Without those four basic ethnic foundations and the extraordinary role that each and everyone of them has played in the history and evolution of their country, Great Britain is nothing and nothing good could have ever come out of her. We cannot despise our roots and set them aside and expect to flourish. We cannot deny our family and claim to be a responsible member of the wider society. Yes we are Nigerians but every Nigerian has a foundation and a root out of which he sprouted. There is no such thing as a Nigerian who did not come from somewhere or who did not come out of a nationality that is a constituent and vital part of the wider nation. A tree without a root and foundation cannot grow and is more often than not stunted- it can never be that which it was meant to be unless it's roots and foundation are not only cherished and nurtured but are also, above all else, loved and valued. A man's family, lineage and name makes him what he is in the wider society and guides him in all that he does.The minute he turns his back on his family and forgets where he is coming from he is little more than an illegitimate child. And no matter how successful he is in life an illegitimate child he shall remain until the day he dies. It is the same for those that treat their root or their primary nationality with contempt and that are prepared to sacrifice it at the drop of a hat. Such people deserve to be pitied. Like the biblical Reuben they are ''as unstable as water'' and they carry a father's curse.They are not only confused but they are a danger to themselves, their friends, their community, their nationality and to the wider nation.
Why? Because they do not
have the courage to be loyal. Worse still they have lost all sense of
bearing and they no longer know who they are or where they come from.
Nigeria is blessed with many proud, strong, distinct, noble, enlightened
and sophisticated nationalities that make up the whole and each of them
brings something or other to the table. From the fulani to the hausa,
to the nupe, to the bini, to the Ijaw, to the igbo, to the kanuri, to
the idoma, to the tiv, to the urhobo, to the itsekiri, to the bacahama,
to the ishan, to the igbira, to the igalla, to the efik, to the ibibio,
to the isoko, to the shuwa arab, to the kataf, to the kwale, to the
jaba, to the zuru, to the kilba, to the kalabari, to the ikwere, to the
gula, to the gwari, to the margui and so on and so forth we all have
something to offer and we all have a sense of self-worth and
self-respect which was established and cultivated many years before
Nigeria even came into existence. None of us must ever forget that
beautiful root from whence we came for without it we become worthless.
Without it we become something akin to a man without a soul or a city
without walls- vulnerable, defenceless and hopeless. Without it we
become nothing more than a commnunity of wandering gypsies and
vagabonds- a collection of men who have forgotten their father's name
and who know not from whence they came. For Nigeria to be great each and
every one of it's nationalities must first flourish and they must all
be in a position to achieve their full potentials. I am a yoruba man and
I take immense pride in that. I know my root. And contrary to the views
of many the yoruba, like all the other wonderful nationalities that
reside in the Nigerian space, are not a mere tribe.
One of the most unfortunate aspects of not being properly educated is the fact that those that suffer from that affliction often accept everything that their slave and colonial masters and ethnic overlords tell them and, without thinking, they swallow the fables and labels hook, line and sinker. When a supposedly educated person insists on labelling a nation of highly advanced people, who have existed for thousands of years as a distinct race, who have had their own empires, who are the most educationally and culturally advanced on the African continent, who have a singe language with approximately 20 different dialects within them, who have contributed more to the industrial, commercial and intellectual growth of Nigeria than any other, who have a rich and illustrious history and heritage which few in Africa can match, who number at least 50 million in Nigeria alone and who constitute the largest number of African people living in the diaspora on earth, whose people have spread all over the world and have strong historical, cultural, religious and ethnic roots in Benin Republic, Ghana, Togo, Haiti, Brazil, Cuba and many other places, whose people have settled into and legitimately lay claim to Ilorin, Kaaba, Akoko Edo and other parts of northern and mid-western Nigeria, whose offspring and progenitor established many kingdoms including the Bini Kingdom, whose pantheon of gods and traditional religion of ifa is respected and practised in many parts of the world, whose historical, philosophical, religious and cultural contributions to Ancient Egypt are well known and well docuemented, whose level of sophistication and exposure to the knowledge of western education is second to none and whose sense of liberalism, justice, decency, hospitality and fairness is not understood, appreciated or reciprocated by any other ethnic group or nationality in Nigeria and so much more and that supposedly educated person still insists on calling such people, despite their sheer numbers and their homogenous geographical setting, a mere "tribe" then you know that that person is truly lost.
You may call others a
tribe if you so choose but not the yoruba. We number as many people as
the whole of South Africa, more than 90 per cent
all African countries, almost as many as the UK or France and far many
more than 90 per cent of the countries on the European continent. Our
history dates back as far as that of the Celts, the Normans, the
Vikings, the Romans, the Greeks, the Egyptians, the Persians, the Arabs,
the Medes and the Anglo-Saxons. Our forefathers are amongst those that
went to the best institutions of higher learning and citadels of
excellence in the world like Oxford, Cambridge, Edinburgh and Durham
Universities as far back as the early 1800's and they became the first
lawyers, doctors, scientists, intellectuals, poets, writers,
journalists, philosophers, priests and free thinkers on the African
continent. Little wonder that our former colonial masters resolved in
their hearts that we must never be allowed to take power at the centre
because they saw us as their equals as opposed to being their serfs. We
were right at the top whilst others were still living in villages in the
deepest and darkest recesses of the African forest. We forged and built
great empires that we nurtured and protected with all that we had.
Ours was not a primitive
inheritance but a noble and righteous one that was established by the
Living God and the hard work of our forefathers. And it is the memory of
those great and powerful forefathers that I invoke today when I ask how
far has our noble heritage taken us in the contraption called Nigeria?
How have we fared as a people? For better or for worse? Our children ask
us, ''was it always like this'' and who ''were'' the yoruba? They no
longer ask who ''ARE'' the yoruba but who ''WERE'' the yoruba? Sadly
that is our plight today- a people whose children regard them as ''once
were'' and no longer ''are''. Like the biblical Gideon asked the angel
of the Lord under the oak tree in Ophrah, we ask today, ''Oh Lord, if
the Lord be with us why then is all this befallen us? And where be all
His miracles which our father's told us of, saying 'did not the Lord
bring us up from Egypt?' But now the Lord has forsaken us and delivered
us into the hands of the Midianites''. Yet I say ''no'' because God is
alive and with Him there is always hope. His word says ''His anger is
for a moment but His joy is for life''. It says ''Weeping may endure in
the night but joy comes in the morning''. It says ''nothing can
separate us from the love of the Lord'' and that ''in all these things
we are more than conquerers''.
We are still who and what we once were and it shall always be so no
matter what Nigeria and the world does to us. They can take away our
self-respect, compel us to forget our history, tell us that we are no
different to anyone else, reduce us to the level of mediocrity and
servitude, take the greatness out of our being, relish in humiliating us
night and day and dash the hopes of our children and our loved ones for
a better future and a brighter tomorrow. They can do all that to us but
they can never take away our sense of self-worth, our dignity, our
excellence in extravagance and our self-respect. As long as the breath
of life remains in us we shall never forget who we are and what our
purpose is on earth. We are a nation, not a tribe. And we are a nation
that is craving for recognition and nationhood. A nation borne out of
centuries of sacrifice, hard work, perserverance and diligence and whose
foundation is unsullied, noble and pure. We are a nation within a
nation that is beginning to berth and that is eagerly waiting to be
born. A nation that, like ''great Germany'' in the late '30's and early
'40's, will need ''lebensraum'' (breathing space) and that will, one day
by the grace of the Living God, provide hope and good quality
leadership for the west African sub-region and the entire African
continent. That is our destiny. No more and no less. And by God's grace
and the power of His might, we shall achieve it when our time comes.
Today we invoke the
spirits and rekindle the memories of our forefathers and we weep for our
people. What do we tell them about how we fared after they left us and
went into eternity? This struggle belongs to our generation yet the
question needs to be asked- have we lived up to expectation as they did?
Have we asked the relevant questions, provided the appropiate answers
and fought the good and noble fight as they once did? We remember with
great pride, great men and women of yoruba stock that have passed on and
we reflect on their noble struggle through the ages. Men and women that
stood up when it mattered the most and made a difference like Samuel
Ajayi Crowther, Sapara Williams, Richard Akinwande-Savage, Kitoye Ajasa,
Cissie Obasa, Eric Moore, Herbert Macauly, Joseph Egerton-Shyngle,
Curtis Adeniyi-Jones, Adeyemo Alakija, Theophilius Adebayo Doherty,
Victor Adedapo Kayode, Akinola Maja, Joseph Akanni Doherty, Kofo
Abayomi, Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti, Wuraola Esan, J.C Vaughan, H.O. Davis,
Adegoke Adelabu, Jeremiah Obafemi Awolowo, Samuel Ladoke Akintola,
Remilekun Adetokunbo Fani-Kayode, Frederick Rotimi Alade Williams, Bode
Thomas, Adesoji Aderemi, Odeleye Fadahunsi, Oduola Osuntokun,
D.K.Olumofin, Emmanuel Okunsanya Okunowo, Moses Majekodunmi, Adetokunbo
Adegboyega Ademola, Benjamin Oluwakayode Osuntokun, Josiah Olawoyin,
S.L. Edu, Samuel Shonibare, Matthew Abonmagbe-Okupe, Dauda Adegbenro,
S.O.Gbadamosi, Adeniran Ogunsanya, T.O.S Benson, Augustus Meredith Adisa
Akinloye, Adekunle Fajuyi, Samuel Ademulegun, R.A. Shodeinde, Olusola
Saraki, MKO Abiola, Bola Ige, Micheal Ajasin, Abraham Adesanya, Ganiyu
Dawodu, Adewale Thompson, Solanke Onasanya, Kudirat Abiola, Emmanuel
Omotehinwa, Beko Ransome-Kuti, Gani Fawenhimi, Alao Aka-Bashorun and
dozens of others that are too numerous to mention.
These names shall never
be forgotten and those who bear them should hold their heads up high for
theirs is a noble lineage. These are indeed the immortals of whom Homer
once sang. These are indeed the Achilles' and the Hectors of their
time. Some sacrificed their lives and entered the noble halls of
martydom willingly. Others struggled, defied authority, fought against
all odds and were jailed or killed for their beliefs. Some lived long
and fulfilled lives whilst others were cut short, remain largely unsung
and died before their time. They were illustrious men and women of
strength, courage, compassion and conscience to the last. Yet what do we
tell them when our time comes and when we meet them again in the great
beyond? What will be our story when we sit with them at the marriage
feast of the Lamb? Will we hold our heads up high and say that we did
our best for our people? Or will we bury our heads in shame and admit
that we could not make a difference? What we say or do today echoes into
eternity. It is time for us as a nation and as a people to stand up and
take our destiny into our own hands. It is time for us to go back to
the beginning and to restore our lost glory.
Yet many ask what is next
for this great and illustrious nationality and this berthing nation
called the yoruba? How do we achieve our full potentials and become that
which God has ordained us to be? Can this be done within the confines
of the Nigerian state? Some have argued, quite rightly, that the way out
is to have a sovereign national conference that will renegotiate the
terms of our unity and revisit the very question of our existence as a
nation. Yet the truth is that the forces that control the centre in
Nigeria and that have controlled it since 1914 will never allow that to
happen without a fight.
It is their intention and desire to keep us together as one in a flawed and failed unitary state with it's federal facade in perpetuity regardless of the grave damage that such a venture has wrought upon our people over the last 99 years. Successive President's in the last few decades have offered government-sponsored national conferences none of which are sovereign and each of which could not possibly solve our fundamental problems or properly answer our nationality question. The mantra has always been that the unity of Nigeria is ''not negotiable'' and our resolutions were always subject to their approval or the approval of some unrepresentative and questionable National Assembly which hardly represented the interests and views of the numerous nationalities in our country. We have one year to go before we achieve 100 years of being together as one entity and I believe that it is time for us to have a rethink and determine how we want the next 100 years to be.
It is time for us to question all these so-called ''settled issues'', ''no-go areas'', ''non-negotiables'' and ''givens''. We can no longer be satisfied and content with the failed answers and ideas of a vain and fanciful unity that exists only in our minds and in our imaginations. An illusionary unity that our fathers and forefathers held so dear and even fought a civil war to maintain and uphold. Given the nature of those that control the centre today and their unholy intentions for the rest of the country we must revisit that question of unity and we must ask ourselves ''at what price?'' The world is not static- it is dynamic and it is changing fast. Kingdoms come and kingdoms go. Empires fall and empires rise. Nations break and new nations are formed. The world is changing and the great people and numerous nationalities that make up Nigeria must espouse that change, accept it and not be left behind. What was good for yesterday may not be good for today. And what is good for today may not have been good for yesterday. That is where we are today- on the threshold of change. And I believe that the time for that change is now. It is a new dawn, a new day and a new era. And I fervently believe that the God of Heaven and He who sits above the circles of the earth is about to do something new, something refreshing and something very dramatic. Why? Because we are a nation, not a tribe.
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