Part of the cultural carnage bequeathed by prolonged military rule is rendering the contemporary soldier to be too much of a civilian, while the political actor now appears militarised in thinking and behaviour. Thus, the language of politics has become corroded by war terms and phrases.
Those versed in military warfare are therefore most unlikely to have any difficulty in decoding as pincer movement, the double whammy against the presidency last week from ex-Vice President Atiku Abubakar and his political goddaughter, Aisha Alhassan. The motive is to disorient your quarry by launching an attack from two flanks simultaneously.
What then makes it particularly striking is that this adaption of military stratagem for a purely civil outcome was masterminded by a mere retired customs-man, with an otherwise war-hardened infantry general at the receiving end.
Minister Aisha Alhassan opened the offensive by saying that President Muhammadu Buhari would not have her support for a second term, having, according to her, sworn in 2015 to do just a tenure. The sucker punch was hardly fully absorbed when Atiku added what could only be classified a thunderous blow by declaring emphatically that PMB had also swindled him.
Addressing guests at a book launch in Abuja that included no less a person than Vice President Yemi Osinbajo, the Waziri Adamawa lamented that Buhari dumped him soon after climbing into power on the back of folks like him.
Specifically, Atiku listed what he had invested as cash and influence.
Ever since, things have not been the same in Abuja, with the Buhari people appearing to be running helter skelter, tentatively resorting to abuse as defense strategem. Not surprising, the spineless party leadership under Chief Oyegun has gone into hiding in this hour of moral crisis.
In the Buhari camp, some accused Mama Taraba of bad faith and greed by coveting the perks of the ministerial office, even when her loyalty lies elsewhere. Well, they seemed to have forgotten to remind us of Alhassan’s old baggage at this treacherous moment. According to media reports in 2014, some of the ladies who had served under her on the refreshment committee for APC’s inaugural convention in Abuja claimed they were abandoned once Mama Taraba was handed the N32 million vote.
As for Atiku, they mocked him as a perennial candidate still sulking over his loss at the presidential primaries of December 2014. The boldest among them, one Mohammed Lawal, not surprisingly one of those recently appointed into the “juicy” NNPC board, even came with a rather apocryphal theory that the former vice president was a fifth columnist who took off abroad after the primaries, pointedly challenging him to name the amount he contributed to the APC presidential campaigns of 2015.Other self-acclaimed “Buharists” like Governors El-Rufai of Kaduna, Ganduje of Kano, Amosu of Ogun and Bello of Kogi have taken it upon themselves to declare interest in 2019 on Buhari’s behalf.
Put together, the tribe of Buharists is free to continue to live in denial. Though members may be unwilling to admit it, Atiku already scored the preliminary strategic point: framing the 2019 debate within APC and baiting Buhari to declare his stand.
But beyond the brickbats between the Buhari people and the Atiku camp are the weightier issues. Hard-hitting as they may sound, let it be said that varied responses by Buhari’s agents so far hardly address perhaps the core question inadvertently raised by the Atiku/Alhassan challenge: How much of a party has been made of the disparate forces that coalesced into APC in 2014?
The truth is APC has failed abysmally to live up to the historic promise of 2015. In the past 28 months, the nation has had to watch with incredulity, if not shock, as what was thought to be the broadest opposition coalition in Nigeria’s history rapidly withered into a ghost assembly where weary denizens communicate via the dark augury of “body language”. Weakened by shame, they have had to suffer in silence.
However, when the Buharists rush to make a stake on 2019, they naively assume that the spatial circumstances presented by Jonathan’s fumbling and wobbling and the golden national coalition of contrarians that made the Buhari victory possible in 2015 remain intact. Only those luxuriating in a fool’s paradise reason like that. Were Buhari’s charm enough, his presidency would have materialised much earlier.
If nothing at all, issues will certainly be made of PMB’s health should his present low-energy tactics continue to serve him in the months ahead and he chooses to present himself for a second term. The other possibility – most likely – is for him to hang in there, maximise incumbency powers to a point in which he could dragoon the party to adopt his stooge as flag-bearer in 2019.
Either way, it certainly will not be a walk-over as his zealous supporters appear to think. The bad – well, maybe good – news is that 2015 has shattered the myth of the invincibility of presidential incumbency in electoral contest in Nigeria. If APC was a beneficiary two years ago, who says it cannot yet become a casualty in two years’ time?
For now, it will be an abuse of language to term what remains of APC as a political party. At best, it is a caricature of one. While common antipathy against Goodluck Jonathan helped rally the disparate tendencies against PDP in 2015, as events have since proved, a political union only endures when not only the values are shared, but the victory spoils as well.For now, it will be an abuse of language to term what remains of APC as a political party. At best, it is a caricature of one. While common antipathy against Goodluck Jonathan helped rally the disparate tendencies against PDP in 2015, as events have since proved, a political union only endures when not only the values are shared, but the victory spoils as well.Whereas only a tiny cell within Buhari’s CPC has fattened on the spoils of electoral victory of 2015, others toiled as hard, if not more, to deliver APC’s victory of 2015. In private, most chieftains of ACN, ANPP, a faction of APGA and the “nPDP” say worst things than Atiku has said of Buhari.
By opting to enshrine provincialism instead of cosmopolitanism as a governance model ever since, the ruling faction in APC has only ended up inflicting a paralysis of sorts not just on itself, but also on the nation at large. The arrogance of power will not pre-dispose the new potentate to seek, much less accept better ideas. Scholar and Catholic cleric, Bishop Mathew Kukah, classified this rare condition as the paralysis arising from the inability of the central nervous system to take advantage of the full complement of otherwise functional veins in the anatomy. Taken to the realm of physics, it will be called the curse of perpetual low battery.
It manifests in the inability to articulate a coherent economic vision and advancing infantile excuses for the cocktail of epic failings and unforced errors. It manifests in impulsively mumbling nonsense when dignified silence would have sufficed.
At the party level, it manifests in the inability of the ruling party to either hold even routine national meetings, host a national convention after three long years or constitute something as elementary as the Board of Trustees.
Indeed, the Buhari we saw before the historic March 28, 2015 presidential elections was a pan-Nigerian patriarch who charmed voters in the South-West with Yoruba’s gobir cap, wowed the Niger Delta in sequined jumper and sashayed Igboland in the iconic red cap. In another snapshot, he affected corporate gravitas in a dapper dinner suit and bow tie.But we never saw any of those costumes again after he won the election. The old Daura tortoise hastily retreated into his accustomed Zanna crown.
Worse, ever since, no official effort is even made to reassure those whose hearts are burdened by the bitter feelings of being swindled. We see that in the continued lopsidedness in federal appointments in favour of either his beloved cell within APC or a section of the country.
As Bini folks say, people are earnestly watching to see how the Buharists hope to roast the rabbit in the fire in the times ahead without getting its tail burnt as well.
Don Williams: The Contradiction of Talent
The global community was perhaps too fixated all of last week on Hurricane Irma pounding the Caribbean down to Florida to have taken notice of the exit last Friday of country music icon, Don William. Coming when his native Texas was still lying disfigured after no less catastrophic Hurricane Harvey, it is obviously doubly tragic indeed, even though the “Gentle Giant” lived up to 78.
In a way, poetry could be read to the circumstances of his passing after “a brief illness”. Maybe, the unsuspecting “Good Ole Boy…” started by saying, “Lord, I Hope This Day Is Good”. But too bad, Hurricane Harvey soon forced him to be “Standing Knee Deep In A River”, “Desperately”, despite having confessed “I’m Just A Country Boy”. Then, with “Crying Eyes”, “Back On The Street Again”, thinking of “The Ties That Bind”, only for approaching Hurricane Irma to make him “Listen To The Radio”. Alas, he cried, “Lord Have Mercy on A Country Boy”, but soon realised sadly he could not wait “Till The River Run Dry”. Then, he became aware that “Some Broken Hearts Never Mend”…
With a deep baritone voice that enchanted and lulled, DW surely lured the rest of the world into the rich groove of country music native to white America, offering the curious a peep into the cowboy tradition of bowler hats, sideburns, wild beards, jeans, boots and the horses.
The millennials in Nigeria are unlikely to recognise or remember DW in his full artistic regalia. But not anyone with an ear for the world music cultures of the 70s and 80s. If Bob Marley took reggae from the Jamaican ghetto abroad, it can be said that DW pioneered the exportation of country music from the south of the United States to the outside world.
I grew up hypnotised, not just by the sheer honey of his rendition, but also the themes of contentment, romance, forbearance and simplicity that permeated his huge oeuvre, consisting of 35 studio albums in a career spanning almost half a century.
But like most creative geniuses, the Gentle Giant was not without a dark part, a grave contradiction. How ironic that the man whose songs preached love had his own heart soiled by racism. Without apology, he would declare that his music was not for negroes and would refuse to play in the ball-room if any black was presentCertainly, “Goodbye Isn’t Really Good At All”.
Louis Odion is a Fellow of the Nigerian Guild of Editors (FNGE).