But even from the more respectable versions, it is difficult not to come away with the impression that the photograph is symbolic of the growing feeling in the South East that after a long, harrowing spell in the wilderness, Ndigbo might well be on the verge of finding rest in the bosom of the PDP.
I can live with that, if it
was only a sad thing – which it was. But it’s worse than sad. The unspoken
emotion conveyed in that photograph is that of a lost and confused people so
desperate to find their way that any way now appears the right way.
Is it resentment,
desperation, amnesia or a malignant combination of all these? I don’t know. But
whatever it is, it is a tragedy worse than sadness, and here is why.
After the civil war, 1998
was the best chance for Ndigbo to regain their footing on the national stage.
That year, one of its most outstanding political leaders, post-military era,
Alex Ekwueme, was gunning for the presidential ticket of the PDP.
Ekwueme was not just
another politician. He was one of the finest breeds, a reminder in more ways
than one, of the legacies of the great Nnamdi Azikiwe, Nigeria’s first Governor
General and ceremonial president. For four years, Ekwueme was vice president to
Shehu Shagari and, remained, till that government was brought to an abrupt end
by a military coup, one of its shining lights.
That is not the end of the
story. When the military regimes of Ibrahim Babangida, and later, Sani Abacha,
decided to take the country for a long, expensive ride after years of useless
experimentation with transition to civilian rule, Ekwueme was among the few who
shunned their hubris.
He was the leader of the
G34, a group of mostly seasoned and principled politicians, determined not to
accept Abacha’s plan to sit tight. It was a dangerous thing to do at the time,
but Ekwueme and others – including members of the civil society – refused to be
cowed. They stood firm until Abacha died unexpectedly.
At the Jos convention,
however, when it was time for the political elite to reward the sacrifice of
Ekwueme and others by putting him forward as the PDP’s presidential candidate,
the music changed. The PDP, this same PDP posing as the messiah of Ndigbo,
betrayed Ekwueme. They betrayed him on the cusp of what was potentially the
best chance of Ndigbo to return to the national stage.
Just like it happened at
the last October PDP convention in Port Harcourt, Rivers State, the same
General Aliyu Gusau, the most dangerous man alive in the PDP and harbinger of
Governor Nyesom Wike’s misery, was the one who told PDP leaders in Jos that the
military did not want Ekwueme. It was Olusegun Obasanjo or nobody.
It was a personal betrayal
for Ekwueme, but a collective humiliation for Ndigbo – a humiliation from which
the nationality has yet to recover.
If the betrayal of Ekwueme
and the humiliation of Ndigbo was, well, a matter of political expediency, the
16 years of the PDP that followed did not show that the ruling party at the
time had much respect for Ndigbo. It’s true that Obasanjo had a few
serious-minded and competent Ndigbo in his cabinet, but the most influential
were the thugs – those who kidnapped governors or helped with other dodgy
deals.
It didn’t also help the
image of Ndigbo that in a series of accidents apparently designed to make them
look incompetent and irredeemably transactional, two presidents of the Senate –
Evan Enwerem and Chuba Okadigbo – were toppled within one year over largely
spurious allegations of name misspelling and corruption. It was a deadly
political game in which a few influential Igbos did not mind complicity or the
tragic irony in being their own worst enemy.
Till the end, Atiku, the
new surrogate mother of the south east, was a part of the Obasanjo government.
To be sure, the man had his own problems with Obasanjo, but like Siamese twins,
both were joined at the hip. In the eye of history, they must both take credit
for the good, the bad and the ugly.
Did President Goodluck
Jonathan offer Ndigbo a better PDP deal? Jonathan was Obasanjo’s response to
the southern minority’s displeasure over years crude exploitation. But beyond
the “Ebele” in the middle of his name, Jonathan also represented Obasanjo’s
token appeasement to south-eastern cries of marginalisation. He was the single
stone that might have killed two political birds: exclusion and resentment.
But it didn’t happen. Under
Jonathan’s PDP, Nigeria made more money from the sale of crude oil than General
Yakubu Gowon might have dreamed of when he said spending money, not making it,
was Nigeria’s problem. The government promised to finish the East-West Road
(the most strategic in the area), build the Second Niger Bridge, dredge the
River Niger, expand and modernize the Onne Port, and tackle erosion.
Nothing happened. Okay,
almost nothing happened. The completion of the Enugu-Port Harcourt Road, for
example, was divided into four parts and awarded in 2014 at a cost of N32
billion to four different contractors. The government was supposed to pay 15
per cent or N4.8 billion to the contractors. It paid only N100 million, which
the contractors collected and left the site.
By the time Jonathan was
voted out in 2015, local contractors – including those handling the projects
listed – were being owed over N900 billion. Not that there was no money to pay:
Nigeria earned an estimated N51 trillion from the sale of crude oil under
Jonathan. But paying money for honest work or investing for the public good was
just not a PDP thing. It’s a party of money and power, but not of value. As we
say in my neck of the woods: “PDP! Share the money!”
Those liabilities have now
been substantially settled; while two years ago, contractors on the Enugu-Port
Harcourt Road were paid the 15 per cent, after which they returned to site.
But a vocal section of the
Ndigbo elite is too anxious trying to find a surrogate mother to remember the
past much less care about the future. Egged on by the leadership of Ohaneze and
Afenifere, neither of which has sponsored any candidate to win a local council
election, the vocal minority campaigning for PDP may just be about to repeat
the mistakes of the past.
The politics of resentment
has been, at times, inflamed by the comments of President Muhammadu Buhari or
the perception that his appointments have been tribal and incompetent. Or that
his government has been heavy-handed in dealing with separatist agitations in
the south east.
I don’t agree with the
latter part; that letting Nnamdi Kanu play with fire is the best way to go. And
even if those who criticise Buhari’s clannishness are right, embracing PDP is
like embracing burning coal.
Apart from some prominent
politicians jumping ship one way or the other or the new PDP leadership
apologizing at gunpoint for God-knows-what, there’s nothing about the party
that demonstrates that it’s about to turn a new leaf. There is yet no evidence
that this is a party we can trust.
Instead, the comments of
the high-profile defectors suggest that they left because they were frozen out
of the “pie-sharing” in the last four years and only returned to the trough
because they think that is where their appetite would be best served. It’s not
about inclusion, a new philosophy, or a fresh perspective for the south east or
anywhere else for that matter. It’s about dem-dem.
There was a time in
Igboland when the tail, no matter how nourished by filthy lucre or inexplicable
wealth, would not dare to wag the dog of hard work and personal achievement
attained by striving. It now appears that something is broken. The tail not
only wags the dog, children hardly out of diapers are leading the dog by the
nose.
Who bewitched Ndigbo to the
point where they are not only making Buhari’s 97-5 per cent gaffe sound like a
deserved admonition, but are actively working to achieve an electoral equation,
which may well be: Ndigbo + PDP = 2027?
It is a desperate state,
one in which just about anyone looks like a surrogate mother. Tragic.
. Ishiekwene is the
Managing Director/Editor-In-Chief of The Interview and member of the board of
the Global Editors Network.
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