So weep less about the President’s health but more about the
nation’s health. The president is even lucky that he has the means
to frequently jettison the opulence of Aso Rock for a short term
tenancy in foreign hospitals. Tens of thousands others are dying
under the roof of their dilapidated homes, with neither a means to
afford even the cheapest of drugs nor a visit to the local
hospitals, let alone a trip to a foreign hospital. These people
are left with no choice but to depend on roadside paraga
merchants, an infinitely expanding clan of roadside herbal doctors
that have stubbornly made a mockery of NAFDAC control and
regulations, apparently born out of economic reality and
desperation for survival.
A SICK PRESIDENT OF AN UNHEALTHY NATION: PARADOX OF YAR’ADUA’S HEALTH
AND NIGERIA’S HYPOCRISY. by Dotun Oyeniyi
In the last of couple of weeks, the press has
been awash with screaming headlines about the President’s health.
“Where is our president? Nigerians ask”! “Dead or Alive?”!
“Yar’Adua in critical condition”! “The President may not return
early”, are some of the endless variant of the screaming
headlines.
In response to these probing headlines and the palpable air of
uncertainty that hung over Nigeria skies over the President’s
health, a sizeable number of Nigeria leaders rose in a seeming
defence of, sympathy for and solidarity with the president. From
the Sultan to the leadership of the PDP and notable leaders of the
north came the message that the President’s health does not yet
demand a push of the panic button.
However, beneath some of these amiable shows of concern lies
hypocrisy in its most callous form. A section of the sympathisers,
especially within the PDP top hierarchy were hoping, even praying
that Yar’Adua should return, but not as a passenger of the
airline, rather as a cargo, his body locked up in a beautiful
casket draped in an immaculate green-white-green national flag, to
the waiting hands of a formidable delegation of the federal
government led by Goodluck Jonathan and David Mark. This was the
callous thought pervading the minds of a section of the PDP
leadership. It should not surprise anyone because PDP is a
monstrous enclave of strange bedfellows united by a single mission
– the capture of political power, however diabolic the process of
capturing that power is. To this section, 2011 is too far away,
seemingly indefinite period to wait, before having another shot at
the presidency.
But why the hoo-hah about the President’s health? Why are some
people crying louder than the bereaved? Why did Muhamadu Buhari
and some other notable leaders call on the president to publish
his medical records in the newspapers? It all boils down to the
fact that we are a nation full of hypocrites and downright
mischievous people. It is not only the President that is sick, but
Nigeria itself is sick as a nation. If we care about Nigeria’s
heath, half or even one-third of the way we pretend to care about
the President’s health, maybe Nigeria would have been a better
place.
Everywhere one turns to, one is confronted with that ugly look of
a nation, so sick that it appears to be heading towards its
terminability. Less than three weeks ago, I had a running battle
with the officials of Nigerian Customs, Narcotic, Immigration and
others too many to remember at the Murtala Muhammed Airport. These
people, who usually sit at the corner of an airline stand, were
not going to allow me take about 10kg of gari on board Bellview
airline to London unless I gave them some bribe. The short time I
spent arguing with them exposed how sick Nigeria has become as
these officials collect bribes, with impunity, from passengers who
had any sort of foodstuffs in their London-bound luggages.
It is only in a sick nation, that Babagana ´Afonja´ Kingibe will
ever have any prime position conceded to him in a democracy that
he worked so assiduously to thwart. Would any person forget the
ignominious role that Kingibe played during the June 12 struggle?
It appeared that Kingibe had half-heartedly been in the struggle
from the beginning until he eventually ditched the struggle for a
ministerial position under Sani Abacha. For that same Kingibe to
be the one enjoying the fruit of that struggle is a possibility
only in a sick nation, and that explains why the man left the
office with ‘no regrets.’
For all the good works of that young, vibrant, hardworking and
downright incorruptible rare specie of the Nigerian police – Nuhu
Ribadu, what the country did was to reward him with a demotion. It
is only in a nation that is on a sick bed that that would happen.
Those who have woven the complex political tapestry that led to
Ribadu’s demotion hung it on the fact that he got rapid promotion
during the Obasanjo years. But what is wrong in promoting a man
that has done exceptionally well in fighting a national scourge?
How many of those fat-bellied Commissioners of police would head
EFCC and not make millions for themselves, not in naira but in
hard currencies? In this politics of Ribadu’s demotion, the real
loser is not Ribadu himself but Nigeria, for we have
subconsciously sent a wrong message to others who want to serve
Nigeria with all their hearts and in all honesty that Nigeria is
not deserving of that dedication.
Have we all noticed the enormous difference between the recently
held conventions of the Democrats and Republicans in the United
States and those of our political parties in Nigeria? In the
former, the conventions were based on ideas, ideals, philosophy,
programmes and plans of each candidate and party for the United
States. In our own so called convention, it is all about ‘aso ebi’
– uniform dress by participants; eyo masquerade; fuji music;
dancing, flaunting of hired thugs; distribution of fez cap, vests
and money to hired supporters; without any meaningful speech by
the contestants. This regrettably is the hallmark of politics in a
nation on a sick bed.
So weep less about the President’s health but more about the
nation’s health. The president is even lucky that he has the means
to frequently jettison the opulence of Aso Rock for a short term
tenancy in foreign hospitals. Tens of thousands others are dying
under the roof of their dilapidated homes, with neither a means to
afford even the cheapest of drugs nor a visit to the local
hospitals, let alone a trip to a foreign hospital. These people
are left with no choice but to depend on roadside paraga
merchants, an infinitely expanding clan of roadside herbal doctors
that have stubbornly made a mockery of NAFDAC control and
regulations, apparently born out of economic reality and
desperation for survival. This clan has an ever ready medicine for
all sorts of ailment. A bottled concoction, prepared out of
assorted leaves and roots of trees, soaked and blackened in
bottles of local gin. As these herbal doctors continue to display
their voracious tray of assorted bottles at the motor parks,
market places and even at the entrances to government
secretariats, NAFDAC and other government officials have no choice
but to look the other way because the president is sick, the
citizens are sick and even Nigeria is sick, any sort of healings,
however rudimentary and barbaric is welcome.