NIGERIAN POLITICS: IT WAS NEVER LOVE FROM THE START

NIGERIAN POLITICS: IT WAS NEVER LOVE FROM THE START

Published 28th July, 2018

The media has been saturated these past few days with the news of the multiple defections and cross-carpeting of members of the Senate. Majority appear shocked, excited, like it was never premeditated or that it is the first of its kind, but it seems most of us temporarily forgot or let the consciousness that THIS IS NIGERIA as aptly put by Folarin Falana AKA Falz slip. Well, again, this is Nigeria.

Any keen observer of politics in this clime would not dispute the fact that this indeed is not the first of its kind, and in actual fact, it is some kind of boomerang, karma , the ever existent principle of seedtime and harvest in operation, but it is also too late to sing it to the high heavens that the APC should have shut its borders to the “enemy”. Ordinarily, one would not need to lose sleep over what these attention seeking politicians do with their political lives, save that every move they make affects us the people, a powerful populace who impliedly or expressly put them in power. A people who somehow are asleep and unaware that once in every four years, our power as citizens reaches its peak like the fictional Werewolf is at its strongest by the rising of the full moon. But I would not talk so much about these recent defections or even the elections as I would rather talk about the rudder that stirs the Nigerian ship in the direction it is headed, or has always been going.

The Nigerian Constitution as in every clime, is the grundnorm. It is the dictionary of what is legal or what is illegal, what is permissible and what is not. But more than that, it is a secret map to achieving the Nigeria of our dreams, and if anything is wrong with that map, we certainly will be headed in the wrong direction.

We also do not need the services of a soothsayer or fortune teller to tell us what our problems are in this Country, as some citizens know these problems more than they would rather know the very lines of our national anthem. However, these problems are a product of careful consideration, construction and engineering. A house takes shape, not just as a result of the masons’ brick laying and cementing , but it dates far back to the ingenuity or otherwise of the architect. Hence, our problems are not just our politicians who are acting out the plot, but the conscious plot itself which is carefully hidden in our Constitution.

As it pertains to our Constitution, a lot of debate has been going on about restructuring, Nigerians clamouring for this are doing so on the basis of our construct I. E Federalism, and a need for all inclusiveness. As it has been much touted, our extant Constitution is rather a fabrication of the Military than it is the intention and consensus of our living and breathing populace: We the people of Nigeria. Having agreed to that, let us say there is a restructuring, and we the people freely consent to what this new Constitution shall be, would the problem of self serving governance be nipped in the bud and finally done away with? I do not imagine so. This is because of the non justiciability section of our Constitution that has made us susceptible to doom from the start. Here is the point, if our Constitution states that good roads, health, security and issues pertinent for a nation and its citizens to thrive are non justiciable and enforceable then you see, we have a problem. There is therefore no longer need to wonder why our politicians commission boreholes, schools, roads and other elementary, basic amenities as “their laudable” projects which we should be grateful for as though it were a gratuitous deed and not what they are precisely in governance for. Meanwhile, other nations are advancing in other fields but our political class still considers these basic things as ingenious ideas that should thrill us when they announce it at their rallies. No, it should not be a wonder because, in fact our Constitution in its construction makes it OPTIONAL for our leaders to do these things. It is not mandatory, it is not an express duty, it is a matter of their discretion. Thus, the scramble for political office and its growing metamorphosis into a game of chess which leaves out the interest of the Nigerian people should not be for one second perplexing, as it was intentionally and consciously engineered. Because if governance in Nigeria was about providing security and welfare to the citizens of our nation, then our grundnorm from which all our other laws, governance and political actions draw their validity would not contemplate such a debilitating provision such as Section 6 (6) (c) of the Nigerian Constitution which regards the socio-economic responsibility of government to its Citizens as contemplated in Chapter II of the Nigerian Constitution as unenforceable and non justiciable, I. E any breach or non performance of the government’s social-economic responsibility cannot be queried before a court of law.

As it is, our law makers who have the power to change our laws are on a self serving frolic of their own and we the people cannot rewrite our own laws without the necessary machinery put in place. It is however important for the people to realise that to change the status quo, we have to change the engineers and perpetrators of the status quo, or else the status quo will become immutable. Thus, it is no wonder that a few sound minds are arguing to change the game altogether on political parties who have failed us. Politics in Nigeria does not have to be a carousel, it does not have to be about choosing between peas of a repeated pod. Where is the audacity of the voter, of the citizen to use the opportunity he gets once in every four years? What is the rationale for consistently choosing between the devil and the blue sea, and why are we alarmed when the devil or the deep blue sea do by nature what they are prone to do? Does Nigeria practise a two party system of governance, and why must we rather pick from the recycled lot as though this sort of raffle draw were the only chance to liberation?

I implore Nigerians to brace themselves and refuse to sing the song of woe. This is Nigerian politics, not a marriage of till death do us part. It was never love from the start and it is what it is, the power of the electorate to carefully choose and to live by its choice , to put itself, the future of its nation first, rather than its fears or the selfish desires and goals of some constitutionally empowered political lot.

Temitope Y. Ola-Sunmonu
A Lawyer and a Writer
temitopehephzibah@gmail.com

AN ODE TO MY 15 FEET TALL LOVE

We had first planted corn with my willing maternal grandmother in my parents house(my parents are not farm enthusiasts but they obliged us a free space on the plot of land on which our house was built). I was probably between the ages of 9-13.

I was excited about the harvest, though I think we got it wrong with the first harvest by not harvesting quickly, subsequently the other harvests were perfect.

Later on, my personalized experience with owning agricultural produce was when I planted a mango tree. Oh, I watered her every chance I could. She grew into a huge vibrant tree. Staring at her was like staring at an entire forest. She was untamed and lovely. The mangoes were delicious, although they had their dark freckles and sometimes “tribal marks”. I hadn’t planted this tree then because I exceptionally loved farming, I planted her because I had wanted a tree house. I didn’t get my tree house, instead, my mango tree found a home in my heart . Beside her was a guava tree, I think a family friend helped us plant. Oh, I loved harvest time. Just the fact that our ground was fertile and we could miraculously have things grow. It was lovely. I also remember the beans a family friend planted almost at the porch of our house. I remember her plucking the pods to garnish the rice in place of runner beans.

My beloved mango tree was replaced with a factory. Machines in place of earth and roots. I held no grudge because we were enthusiastic about my father’s factory.

That was about 15years ago.

This morning on entering work premises I see a huge mango on the floor. I smile because I had promised I won’t shy away from its harvest when mango season comes. We have a number of trees where I work: Sour sop, cashew and the mango trees are the ones I have seen. Steps away from the mango tree, I retrace my steps and pick up the delicious souvenir. How glorious is the Foremost Farmer who has made all these beautiful times and seasons and earth’s amazing produce.

All of these have made me realise what I had forgotten, which is, I miss my mango tree.

Ps: I dream recurrently of having my own farm. I love agriculture, the thought of nature, mother earth’s natural factory. I look forward to a Nigeria where farming is every family’s hobby and no one would ever have to be hungry again.

By Temitope Ola-Sunmonu

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE DAY 5

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE DAY 5

In the olden days, our forefathers split roles with their spouses, essentially sharing responsibilities; because women were more inclined to cooking, taking care of the children and doing other chores, they stayed home to do all of that. However, at some point, they began going to the farm too because men needed more hands, they also began selling at the market etc.  But the duty at home remained. This put a lot on a woman’s plate.

Today, men and women work and spend equal amount of time at work(women are not officially allowed to close earlier just because they are women). Both sexes expend the same energy in getting up early and chasing a good life for the children. Still the woman has a lot to do at home e.g cooking, cleaning, dish washing, laundry, baby sitting, grocery shopping, etc.

Love, it would only be fair that a woman be put into consideration and these responsibilities(chores) be shared. You can help buy the groceries on your way from work or on weekends with the kids. That way, you babysit too and wifey can have a well deserved nap before y’all get back and rock the boat again. You can whip up a fast meal if she’s held up in traffic. To expect a bodily and mentally fatigued woman to make dinner at wee hours while you have sufficiently Relaxed(while waiting) is the opposite of showing love. Those are times I’d feel loved and appreciated.

In summary, love me like Christ loved the church. Bear my burdens, understand practically that I am the weaker vessel energy wise so don’t expect me to Super Man, always dashing to the rescue with a big grin on my face. Things like  that make women cranky; multi-tasking and yet being under-appreciated and unassisted can be the undertones in arguments and revolts. Christ washed the feet of His disciples even though He was their Lord. This is the love I expect. Shepherdly, and tendering love, because a woman is a tender flower, and your nurture determines her budding.

The more I write and the more you whole heartedly read these things, the more I am convinced that we are one step closer to really finding each other.

Yours-In-View
F.W

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE DAY 4

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE DAY 4

Dear Future Husband,

Friends are who we listen to and and share our lives with. Not all our friends are the greatest. We would have one Judas or the other like Jesus had. You may have yours and I may have mine, but one thing is for sure, not all my friends are that Judas. Like John the Baptist, they’ve been waiting for the Messiah too. So don’t think they are all a bunch of ill advisers, they are not daft or shallow, neither am I, so don’t be weary already.

Once you have my heart, almost all my friends are an easy win for you but I on the other hand wouldn’t like to prove myself to all your friends.  I’d rather crack my knuckles on having a successful long term relationship with your siblings and my higher in-laws. So make it easy for me, allow me freely into your circle of friends. No zoning. Plus guys who think less of women are a total red flag for me. Hopefully, all your friends think like you.

Certainly, we can’t talk about friends without talking about us. Being my friend entails the very simple things I.e knowing when to take me seriously and when not to take me seriously, the things I joke about and the things I wouldn’t joke about.

Are there really things that your friends would understand that I wouldn’t? I can’t possibly think of what I could tell any of my friends that I wouldn’t tell you. If there is, that’s probably a brick to building a fence between us.

I have saved my heart for you since I can remember, and since we’ll be sharing all of our lives together, I am looking forward to the best friend ever.

Yours-in-View
F.W

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE DAY 3

Dear Future Husband,

I have been sounding like a psychologist in the past letters, like I have got it all figured out. Nope, I have messy days and hazy thoughts too.

Here’s a starter into some of my weaknesses and perhaps same with other women. Looking for what to wear may be a starting point of “hazy”. Ordinarily it shouldn’t be a source of concern, but it could be your big explanation as to why I take time to get ready. Scratch that…that’s not just why, the real reason in case you haven’t noticed is that  while you only have to wear about 3-4 basic pieces of clothing and maybe your socks and tie too, plus hurriedly brush your hair…I have to get my hair done ooo, by done I mean shimmering and untangled, plus 5 pieces of clothing, and an occasional belt, hat/gele, brooch, earrings, wristwatch, bracelet, deodorants, necklace…you get the point.

As if that were not enough, the occasional PMS doesn’t help matters too. Google PMS. Here’s a hint, heralders and farewell gang of monthly periods and hormones messing up with your moods. These are some of the things no one told you but it’s not fault of yours. However, you must cope with it, because it is a step in making babies.

Now to what you are familiar with; the things you say, don’t say, do or don’t do could set off my emotional alarm. Words for me are the revealer of feelings, because more often than not, I say how I feel, unmasked. So…. I may read meanings into your words and actions too. Yeah, you have heard it that women are schooled & largely affected by what we hear but that’s not just it, we are also weary and curious as to the true feeling and meaning that comes with them.

When I bare my heart to you, sometimes seemingly uncouth and I promise it won’t be often(uncouth words), at least understand that this is all of me before you. I would never hide how I feel and choose to tell a friend instead(like you and your hommies may prefer) And when I don’t tell you stuff, then that’s serious, it’s probably because I have told you time and time again before or I want to prove a point you haven’t accepted/ registered yet. But whatever happens, I have loved you long before I met you, and it would take more than a few glitches to scratch you off my mind, plus that would hurt too.

Yours-In-View
F.W

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE DAY 2

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE Day 2

Dear Future Husband,

You should know why it didn’t work out with my exes and probably why it didn’t work out with your exes. Besides the chief reason, which is, your exes weren’t me(The One) or my exes weren’t you(my Programming Language guru), it’s probably one of these reasons.

-Background
-Priorities
-Belief systems
-Communication
-Understanding
-Trust
-Direction
-Stake(how much one is emotionally invested in a relationship)

Since you’ll be marrying me, you are intelligent enough to know people are a culmination of their background, like end products are a combination of elements, components or ingredients. Now, the baker doesn’t get all worked up when bread rises in the oven, because he knows it’s got yeast in it. So if I dated somebody whose parents didn’t allow him go out much, it explains why he was always locked up in his room(and no, there’s nobody like that in my past). Thus,  I am a plant that sprout in a garden called background. You should study it, it will make you understand me better and  read me even with your eyes closed. Eventually,  this would help you make excuses for me when necessary rather than have a heartache.
I could explain the others, but for the genius that you are, you’d agree that crucial differences in the the above listed will lead to a relationship’s exit point.

Interestingly, the absence or presence of a factor in our backgrounds may affect our love language and estimation of each other. We must talk about this when/ if we reach that brick wall. Explain to me how this or that makes you feel or think and of course you should expect same of me.

Yours-In-View
F.W

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE SERIES

What other way than to round up Valentine’s day than to start the promised series LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE” with the help of amazing single women who would join me in writing too. Enjoy!

LETTERS FROM YOUR FUTURE WIFE Day 1

Dear Future Husband,

I have been looking forward to our love story ever since I watched my first Indian movie or read my very first fairytale as a child. Hopefully, you’re that eager too.

This is a huge step I am taking. It isn’t just faith, it is trust, as I freely unravel the so-called mystery of my womanhood to you. Also, this isn’t only so you could pass an exam like a student being tutored rigorously, but this is so we could create a bond.

Biologically we are shaped differently, for example “Men and women perceive pain differently. In studies, women require more morphine than men to reach the same level of pain reduction. Women are also more likely to vocalize their pain and to seek treatment for their pain than are men. The area of the brain that is activated during pain is the amygdala, and researchers have discovered that in men, the right amygdala is activated and in women, the left amygdala is activated. The right amygdala has more connections with areas of the brain that control external functions while the left amygdala has more connections with internal functions. This difference probably explains why women perceive pain more intensely than do men.”.

So please, don’t hit the panic button when you realise that we think differently too. And pleeeeeaaaase don’t sing it like a sad chorus to your guys everytime that difference pops up.

You were raised to be tough and strong, more rational than emotional, so you may first find it alarming that I just emotionally be and navigate my way beyond the rational and apparent, to the realms of the subliminal, the things you don’t see but somehow I perceive and make a fuss about. The secret is, I have always been allowed to be this way.  It’s almost a culture you see…to talk about how I feel or even act how I feel… Feelings aren’t the sort of thing a woman pretends about. It’s almost her default setting to let it show. But, I understand that this isn’t a licence to be an emotional wreck or avalanche…

Subsequently, I will tell you about everyday life as I know it; the challenges, my reactions, the hopes, the highs and the lows, my past, my present, expected future, friends, my love language etc, but first, I had to let you in on the basics.

Yours-in-View
F.W “

FOR THE LOVE OF COUNTRY-BY TEMITOPE OLA-SUNMONU

FOR THE LOVE OF COUNTRY

I was born with this huge birthmark. It’s something some people in some parts of the world have. Something that binds them in unity and shows they are one, of the same breed and you don’t mess with that common heritage they hold dear. It’s not coloured, it’s not blind but labelled in the soul. It’s called Patriotism.

Oh pickles, I could say a lot about this country, I bet you could too. But better yet, I could tell you how much this country, my fatherland is my priced possession. Is it yours too? So I get angry and all soft when it has anything to do with it deviating from the routes our heroes past trod. Sometimes I shun newspaper pages, pretend about the news and carry on like we are exactly where we want to be, because I cannot afford the luxury of hope and the lottery of depression. I’d rather choose the first.

But I’ll snap, and I wouldn’t ignore when it comes to playing my part and shake the disbalance of lies revolving, reverberating and  rigmaroling in the souls of  countrymen and women on my path.

Now to sound less poetic, I would tell you of my initiation into the world of this consuming light. A light that must burn bright and dazzle far above a thousand nights.

It was on the pages of this book in early secondary school “The Incorruptible Judge”. It stuck more than the “thousand Old”fairytale of Cinderella that could enamour my girl brain for the hope of a prince charming. Rather it set my heart ablaze with a torch that helped discover the birthmark labelled in my soul. In one sentence, the book scribbled a word, a goal on my skin, a goal that I must chase the enchanting spirit of truth and realest freedom on the paths of “incorruptible”.

For incorruptible is the only way to be, to not settle for less, to not get lost among the rest, so that when you dare to speak on the exalted stage of great men who have lived and shall live, you shall do it without shamefacedness or lurking shadows of threatening skeletons.
So that when you scowl at defaulting leaders and preachers, you would not be likewise guilty of casting stones that turn around to shatter your own glass houses.

Incorruptible will make you less self-centered, enable you to be obsessed with humanity and fairness. Incorruptible will make you cast your vote wisely and have the God of heaven receive it as a noble upright prayer for change. Incorruptible is the very foundation and brick we need to build our jagged edge nation. Incorruptible is an inheritance that proliferates blessings devoid of woe unto generations to come. Incorruptible is truth, fairness, and discipline.

Incorruptible is the righteous feather that will awake our sleeping giant with a sneeze of resurging life, for righteousness exalts a nation and sin is a reproach to a people.

Today you may fill your pockets and stomachs with gravel money that will somehow decay and bring wrath,  from your bones to your soul and the name of your household OR you may simply linger on with noble pockets containing the golden shimmering coin of rewarding hope that makes rich the soul and glorious our collective economy.

By Temitope Ola-Sunmonu
20/01/17

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