Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Valentine and the Day After

Valentine and the day after
Pity the flowers that got plucked
And got delivered to express love
Pity the flowers that got crushed
In-between bruised lovers
Pity the ones that got thrown away
Or the flowers that got despised
Or the flowers abused
And the flowers lost
Pity the many lost for ever
And the many deflowered
Or those shaken down there
Whether unkindly or by choice
Or cut by deceit and subterfuge
After all the sweet nothings were uttered
And many meals downed in greed
Or sweet and red wines downed
Downed to blend with the Valentine colour
Downed to drown the voice of reasoning
And lead someone to ecstasy unimaginable
But passed off as love expression
Pity the ones who wake up today
Cursing yesterday and yesterday’s person
Praying yesterday never was
Wishing they could erase yesterday
Pity the ones who desire to rewind to two days earlier
And enter yesterday again with reasoning intact
Unfortunately yesterday is gone
And the events undoable
So let each one accept their yesterday
And live with the consequences
But if they still live long enough
Let them learn against the future
Valentine remains but a hype
Hyped by a capitalist world
To keep the business lines hydrated
But true love remains for all times
(Obo Effanga February 15 2017)

Red, everywhere you go


Everywhere you go is red
Red dress day? Yes
Red letter day? No
What is going on? I ask
Is there a game of football today?
Maybe Man U is playing
Or Arsenal gunning for fourth place
Or Liverpool walking alone
But I feel so all alone
In a sea of red
Red sea if you like
For some will see red today
When the day is over
And they realize
February 14th is just a day
That they call it Valentine's Day
Or fahlentine in many a tongues
Is no excuse
To go all giddy
Or fool around
This day will pass like other days
And every true lover knows
Everyday is for lovers
One day for pretenders
And that is today
But if today is day of the red
At least I have my red notebook

Obo Effanga
February 14, 2017

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Ibadan and its tiny cabs

Ibadan and its cars
Ibadan and its tiny cabs

Once they were rickety
But now they are reloaded

But now the size
I can’t stand the size

As tiny as they come
As overloaded as they come

One, two, three, four passengers
All crammed in at the back

One, two and the driver, three
Stuffed right in the front

Forget the size
Let’s make the money

Man must wack
That’s all there is

Na God dey protect
That’s all we hear


OE (March 5, 2016)

Sunday, October 11, 2015

To our girls on the Girl Child Day

It is the Day of the Girl Child
So we celebrate the girl today
Yet the girl is that special a child
Whom we should celebrate everyday

That’s how I celebrate mine
I celebrate them everyday
One, two, three I sired over time
Utibe, Eme and Ama I celebrate each day

They call me Dad and I love them much
They bring me laughter, joy and anxiety
Being their father is privilege so much
Bestowed on me by Father Almighty

Therefore the debt I owe God and them
Is give the girls the care they need
To sacrifice as much I can for them
And protect my daughters, nay all girls indeed

(Written on Sunday October 11, 2015)

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Some Days Like Today in Lagos

Some days like today in Lagos
You get angry, exhausted and angry again
Angry that you own a car
Angry that you drive a car
Angry that you are driven in a car
Because the traffic just won't move


So you look at the pedestrian with envy
Yes, that same pedestrian
The one you look down on always
Has suddenly been crowned the king
Some days like today in Lagos
The pedestrian is king on the road

Yet some days like today in Lagos
Even the pedestrian dreads this day
The pedestrian dreads the rain and muddy puddles
Nay the muddy puddles but the drivers
Who run over the puddles with abandon
And paint the pedestrian with dirt

So the pedestrian is no king after all
On some days like today in Lagos
Maybe I am the king after all

As I watch the confusion from my hotel room
The confusion on Lagos road dehumanises

They struggle, they shout and they scream

Some days like today in Lagos
You stay and watch and wonder
Same way we watch and laugh and wonder
Wonder at the confusion in the parliament.
Yea! Some days are like today in Lagos

Oh what a day it is to be in Lagos

Friday, September 25, 2015

Why our Hafsat?


So I found myself crying uncontrollably this morning. The last time I remember doing so was on Father’s Day last year. But that was for a happy reason, when my two younger daughters held my hands and prayed for me, deep from their hearts. I appreciated it more than any material gift. Not so, today. Today, when I cried, it was for unsuspected and sad news. And this time again, my cry made my last daughter cry too when I told them who had died.

Ha! It cannot be Hafsat na. It shouldn’t have been. I mean Hafsat was all excited and happy to go for this medical mission, to serve. And we were looking forward to her returning to continue with her passion for social justice.

I remember our last meeting in August. Some of us Ford Foundation Fellowship alumni have been trying to reconnect after about two years of lull in activities. August 15 was a good opportunity, being a Saturday and the birthday of two of us (Austin Aigbe and me). So we called out as many within Abuja to come sit out over drink and have informal, face-to-face chat, away from the social media. We had recently created a whatsapp group to talk about our collective passion – social justice.
As I was driving close to the Maitama Amusement Park, venue of the meet ‘n’ greet, Hafsat called to say she was already there and ask why everyone hadn’t turned up yet. It was just about 11:05am and the event was fixed for 11:00am. And I was three minutes away from the place and I told her so. I took my my wife and children along so they can visit the amusement park while I met with my fellow Ford alumni. When Hafsat met my family, she was so friendly and they liked her instantly. I had often mixed up the name, sometimes saying Hasfat rather than Hafsat. It was a good opportunity to ask her the correct name and she gave me a very easy answer as the “half of a Saturday”. That stuck!
By the time we had our sit out with the few other alumni that turned up, we talked about the past and future of our group and the tasks we need to take up about social justice. We strategized who was going to do what. We agreed to re-energise the alumni association and a few days later, the alumni president appointed Hafsat, me and another to run the elections. That was when Hafsat told us she’s going to be away for some weeks and so would not be available for the assignment.
She was to tell us later that she finally made it as member of the medical team to accompany the pilgrims to this year’s hajj. The interesting thing though was when she said that she had for the past 10 years been applying for this opportunity and never got it. And she believed there was the usual ‘Nigerian factor’ as to why she never made it, but this year she was selected, just like that.

When I heard of the 700 who died in the stampede in Mecca yesterday, I was concerned but truly Hafsat never crossed my mind. Why would such a thought have arisen anyway? This morning, I got the bad news that some Nigerians, including journalist and civil society activist, Bilkisu Yusuf died in the incident. That was shocking enough. Later when I checked up discussions on the Ford Fellowship Alumni whatsapp group, the worst news hit home. We had lost our comrade, Hafsat Shittu, in the stampede. This is quite painful, I dont’ know what else to say.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Saraki, Ayade, legality and due process

Two interesting developing stories in the past week have thrown up the issues of legality and due process. Both involve high-ranking government officials. Senate President, Bukola Saraki, suddenly found himself struggling to extricate from allegation of breach of the Code of Conduct for Public Officers. Elsewhere, the Cross River State Governor, Ben Ayade, was brought down from his high horse with the decision of President Muhammadu Buhari to shelve the invitation from Ayade to flag off the construction of two mega projects, citing failure to follow some conditions precedent to the commencement of such project.

In recent weeks, I had asked the Code of Conduct Bureau (CCB) to put its acts together and give effect to the Code of Conduct for Public Officers by investigating and prosecuting breaches of the Code. I made the point that the main reason we still had the abuses is because the CCB had failed to take advantage of the jurisdiction of the Code of Conduct Tribunal (CCT). As if acting on the suggestion, the CCB came up last week with the release of information to prosecute one big fish, president of the Senate.

Interestingly, Saraki’s alleged breaches occurred severally when he was governor of Kwara State (1999-2007) and during his earlier terms as senator. Many have queried why it took the CCB that long to act, therefore suggesting ulterior motives or political witch-hunt. There is a suggestion that Saraki’s travails come from the presidency. I have never been enamoured with such arguments, unless they go to address the real issues thrown up. Besides, there is no time limit to prosecute an alleged crime as this.
Last Thursday, however, Saraki did what many powerful citizens try to do in the face of prosecutions like this. He ran to the court to stop the proceedings. The argument is simply that he cannot be prosecuted because there is no occupier of the office of Attorney General of the Federation (AGF) who is the person authorised by law to commence any criminal prosecution. That makes sound sense. I had stressed that fact when I recently wrote about the failure of the president to appoint ministers, for which the AGF is one. Interestingly, the Senate, which Saraki presides over, is still the one to approve the list of ministers when the president eventually sends it.

In attempting to stop his prosecution, Saraki approached the Federal High Court by an ex parte application. Ex parte, by the way, means a case against a party without informing the party about it. In other words, this was done surreptitiously. But the judge directed them to come back on Monday, with notification to the CCB and CCT to also appear before his court to present arguments for or against Saraki’s application.

This is curious. Shouldn’t Saraki have appeared before the CCT, even if it meant entering a conditional appearance and then raise this fine argument? This is because the CCT is a specialised court with coordinate jurisdiction to a high court. With Saraki’s suit, it would suggest that the high court has supervisory powers over the CCT and this is not so. While we wait to see how this pans out, the one thing we would not want to see is the failure to consider and discharge these charges on their merit. The question still remains, is Senator Saraki in breach of the Code of Conduct for Public Officers; and if he is, what should be the consequences?

For Governor Ayade, I had raised some concerns about his exuberance at governance right from his inaugural speech. On his inauguration on May 29, 2015, Ayade announced that he was a big dreamer and mentioned two projects as his ‘signature projects’. These are the ‘super highway’ meant to run from Calabar to Obudu, connecting the renowned Obudu Mountain Resort, and a ‘second seaport’ in the state. Those are two gigantic dreams, but they raised a lot of questions which I asked at different times and platforms.

Was Ayade talking about an entirely new road, different from the federal highway that already connects the entire state but which has been in terrible state? What if the state focused on repairing or expanding the current federal road? Given that there is an existing federal seaport in Calabar which is under-utilised, where was the second seaport to be located and what additional advantage would it bring?

My greater concern with Ayade’s dream is the seeming lack of tangible, popularly-agreed and known implementation plan. Despite this, he has been quick to announce the flag-off of the projects. He first claimed that the sites and designs for both projects were ready and all he needed was a date from President Buhari to visit the state to flag off construction. I wondered why the environmental impact assessment (EIA) was not in place, more so when the governor is an expert in environmental issues. Have the local communities in the project sites been mobilised? I equally asked where the funding would come from since the 2015 budget of the state did not provide for those projects. In fact, at the time Ayade was talking about this, the House of Assembly had not been inaugurated. Later, there was this media report where Ayade claimed he was now running the state with his personal funds. Whatever that meant, it was apparent that Ayade was on a solo run with his dreams.

While I kept asking those questions, I kept hearing many citizens say the governor means well and knows what he wants and should be allowed to just do it. Today, the presidency has raised issues about the same EIA and we hope it helps remind the governor that there are basic due processes to be followed in transferring dreams to reality.
http://www.thenicheng.com/saraki-ayade-legality-and-due-process/