The only time I ever hawked
in my life was 1984. Even though my family could be classified as middle class
at that time, things had become tough.
My mum got a bag of what was called
‘Iyan Buhari’ (Buhari’s pounded yam), re-bagged it into smaller packages and
bowls, put them on a tray and I hawked them around our neighbourhood.
I still remember how I
shouted, ‘E ra’yan Buhari o’ (please buy Buhari’s pounded yam). Iyan Buhari was
a substitute for those who couldn’t afford pounded yam again. It was actually
poorly made ‘poundo yam’ flour at that time. For those who are surprised that
tea without milk is now called Buhari while garri and groundnut have now been
christened Buhari and Osinbajo, this is not the first time something negative
or below accepted societal standard is named after Buhari. It is simply history
repeating itself.
The first time my mum told
me I would hawk ‘Iyan Buhari’, I resisted and she gave me the beating of my
life. I couldn’t imagine myself hawking on our street. Even as a boy that was
barely ten years old then, I knew hawking was below my dignity. I had been used
to riding in my father’s car and went to one of the best private schools in
Ibadan then. My mum even drove her own car – a Datsun 120Y model popularly
called Panel Van. What would the other kids on my street think when they see me
with a tray on my head? But then, Iya Bayo (my mother) doesn’t practice
democracy. She shouts and beats in equal proportion.
Iya Bayo has the loudest
voice on the street. Her voice usually booms as if several loudspeakers were
connected together. If she graduates from her shouting to beating, she would
usually say, ‘Wa a gba pe Olorun o pe meji’ (You will soon understand that
there is only one God). If you hear this statement from my mother, running
won’t even help you. I don’t know where she got the strength but I could never
outrun my mother. I usually preferred the red cable wire she always kept handy
or the leather ‘koboko’ horsewhip to her slaps and ‘abara’.
A single ‘abara’ in the
hollow of your back will send you to Heaven and back. In retrospect, I knew I
was cantankerous. On one occasion, I had thrown a big dead snake that my father
bought from one of his trips across my mother’s shop where she was seated. I
rolled in laughter as my mother fled and tumbled across her wares. It was
moments later that I knew I had committed the unpardonable sin and the wages of
sin was death. The foolishness in me had to die by fire, by force.
By the time she was done
with me that day when she asked me to sell ‘Iyan Buhari’, I willingly surrendered
my head for hawking. Unfortunately, I had crossed the line. When Iya Bayo beats
you and then snaps her finger at you, you’re not only in trouble, you’re in
‘tonjour’. That means there will be no food for you that night. And that was
the worst kind of punishment anyone can give me. Please beat me up but give me
my food. ‘Iya meji o gbodo je oku igbe’ (I don’t like to suffer double
jeopardy). That day, Iya Bayo snapped her fingers at me. And that is why I
cannot forget that very first experience.
That explains why I was so
much against a Buhari Presidency. That picture just wouldn’t go away. I’m
therefore not too surprised we have come full cycle again. A few days ago, my
wife told me a story someone shared on a radio call-in programme. A female
driver had almost hit a pedestrian who walked into the road absent-minded. Or
so it seemed. She was too sure she didn’t hit the little boy but the boy fell
down like a sack of beans in front of her car. She rushed down, called for
help, picked the boy and started driving off to the nearest hospital with the
boy’s mother screaming in her car.
A few metres away, the
boy’s mother asked the female driver if she wanted the case to be settled
amicably to which she replied in the affirmative. The boy’s mother then said,
‘If you give me 5k, this boy will wake up’. She was given the required amount
and to the driver’s surprise, the boy’s mother said, ‘Akeem, open your eyes.
Your school fees is now complete’. That is the level of despondency on the
streets for those who still prefer to play the ostrich. People have lost their
jobs. Some companies have cut salaries. Some have closed down outright. Hardly
a day goes without someone sending a request for monetary help. Beggars are
everywhere. The crime level has shot up abysmally.
An estate agent told me
last week that a landlord in Magodo agreed to an offer from a prospective
tenant to the effect that he will pay the rent twice. The tenant moved in after
he paid the first half. So many properties in Lagos have ‘to let’ or ‘for sale’
banners for over a year going- with no prospective tenant or buyer showing up.
What are we to do now that we are now statistically in recession even though
families and dinner tables have been in recession for over a year?
We cannot continue to
complain. That is what we have been doing for over a year without results. We
can’t continue to look up to the government. Even the government needs help.
Though I criticize our leaders a lot, I pity them even more. We can’t wait for
government to do anything. They would have if they knew what to do. We need to
accept the reality of our situation. We must deal decisively with our culture
of wastage, excessiveness and lasciviousness Avoid ‘Aso-Ebi’ syndrome. Excess
fat must go.
We need to exercise
discipline in all areas. Cost discipline is important for companies and
families. If your revenue is thinning out, then reduce your cost. For those in
Lagos, can you use Uber instead of driving your own car? Or try to share a
ride? Uber is a cheaper option in quite a few instances. Can you share an
office instead of renting yours? Explore rent-share options. Eat in more and
take home-cooked meals to work. Thankfully, they are healthier. Use power
saving devices. Consciously operate a budget. Buy in bulk and get some cost savings.
Use loyalty vouchers. They are available at major outlets now. Those points can
amount to something significant on a rainy day. Explore local holidays instead
of international destinations. Do Star Times or GoTV instead of the full
option- how many channels do we watch anyway? What of your data plans? Save as
much as possible.
If you still have a job,
please hold on to it. Try as much as possible not to lose it. Half a loaf is
better than none. Better still, get an additional stream of income. During
recession, inflation usually outpaces income so multiple streams of income is
key to surviving recession. Having a single income during recession is
tantamount to taunting Mother Luck. Be innovative. Try new things- what if you
succeed? If you have land, try your hand on some farming. You can raise snails
even in your backyard. They eat almost anything without salt- including
leftovers.
It might be difficult to go
it alone so consider partnerships. Pool resources together with people you’re
agreeable with and start a new line of business. Partnerships help you share
the risks. Be part of a cooperative society. Do ‘esusu’ contributions. Make
your salary work for you if you earn one. Don’t just put your money into any
kind of account. Shop around for the best interest rates. Ensure you earn
something on your bank savings- no matter how little- to cope with the
inflationary trend. Avoid Ponzi schemes. Ponzi schemes are popular during
recession. They often come under the guise of Multi level marketing. If the return
is too good to believe, then it is too good to be true. The easiest thing to
lose in the world is money.
During recession,
opportunities usually come along unnoticed. In fact, recession is an
opportunity. The days of penny stocks may just be here again. First Bank is now
N3. Zenith is N14. UBA is N4. Those are banks (together with Access and GTB)
that control more than 50% of banking transactions. However, you may need to
consult a stock advisor to do a proper trend analysis. These days, please investigate
before you invest. Invest in IT. There is no way businesses can survive without
an information technology framework nowadays.
Mark Zuckerberg’s visit to
Nigeria should be an eye-opener. I think the real estate sector is one area to
look at also. The price is crashing fast. There is a property for rent in my
estate which has been on the market for over one year now. Last year, asking
price was N1.8m per annum. A few months back, it was N1.5m. Two weeks ago, it
had come down to N1.1m per annum. That’s the way the cookie crumbles. People
are going to fling their assets so they can survive. Position. But you need
cash so you can take advantage. In recession, cash is king. Don’t ever forget
that.
The most important factor
is that we must never revert to despondency. We must never give up or lose
hope. We have been this way before even though we didn’t learn our lessons
then. Suicide is not an option. That is a cowardly way out. A few days ago,
there was a report of a man who kept on chanting ‘Buhari’ before diving into
the lagoon in Lagos. He was saved by passengers in a passing speedboat. We must
keep hope alive.
I survived my mother’s beating. By the time I got to secondary
school, she used her voice more and her hands less. She had knocked some common
sense into my head. I now thank God for my mother’s beatings. She knocked me
into shape or else I might have been a vagabond. She beat me out of love and
not out of hatred. I didn’t understand it then but I do now. This current
situation will knock some sense into our heads. It’s not meant to kill us. We
will survive this recession also.
By Bayo Adeyinka
BUHARIS POVERITY IS REPEATING HIMSELF.
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