Ndigbo, Kanu is your true hero

By the time President Muhammadu Buhari is done with his remaining five and a half years in the presidency (yes, five and a half, because he’s too desperate to lose re-election and the gap between him and the runner-up may be so wide for contestation, making the poll ending in a semblance of Obasanjo/Maurice Iwu wuruwuru landslide), Nnamdi Kanu, the IPOB guinea-pig, may have become a piece of grey history, whether he’s seen alive in public again or his grave; an unmarked piece of accursed space.

But I will never leave the Almighty God that can change the course of history within a second, out of the Kanu equation. My projection is indubitably the wish of his opponents and their insider collaborators, but only the counsel of The Lord shall stand! Yes, Kanu conducted his Biafran project with the wisdom of milk-teeth. He possibly reasoned like a child in a tellingly-didactic story who insisted on carrying a load his father correctly assumed, was too big for him. The swashbuckling son simply told his Dad, “I will carry this heavy load, then you will carry me.” That extrapolating wisdom failed Kanu. The same way it failed the incontestably-qualified Aare Ona-Kakanfo Kashimawo Abiola. Treason (which exactly is declaring a parallel government) will always be too big a load for an individual, regardless of pocket and influence size. Perhaps, Abiola was looking in the way of the so-called world super-powers, to carry him, together with the crushing “felony” load. Maybe, Kanu also had them, particularly Israel and by extension, US, in his view. Both men became the proverbial heads on which over-mature coconuts were ferociously smashed to prise open, who certainly would not be around to participate in sipping either the mystery water or the crunchy mixed white and brown cake-like inside. By the time the rest of Nigeria left the presidential field yawningly-open for MKO’s people in 1999, Moshood’s second year tenancy was about expiring in the hereafter. He got nothing for what he staked all for.

Were Kanu to be alive (I have a strong premonition he’s long gone) or free to watch his torment; President Buhari being crowned the Ochi Oha Ndigbo last week by his own preening, grinning and genuflecting people for whom he claimed he was on an apparent suicide mission, he might be compelled to reprogramme his mission, which would likely exclude the episcopal charade he hewn for himself as a Jewish Monk and the Josephic vision of everybody including father and mother, bowing to worship him.

But Kanu isn’t a loser as MKO wasn’t. Yes, there are no direct benefits, but history has been kind to Moshood despite his misty past. He’s been credited today as watering the path of Yoruba race back into national prominence, with his blood, even if by default.

History may even be kinder to Kanu, though he appears forgotten now as presidential owanbe spreads in his South-East. But for his amateur agitation, Ndigbo won’t become the beautiful bride being courted by Abuja today. Even the infamous 97 per cent to 5 per cent developmental formula is being redrawn. Buhari’s new Igbo traditional title means “the leader of all,” but the lions may soon have their own historians and the history of hunt may not glorify the hunter again—apology to Chinua Achebe.

Rhodesia’s Robe(ot).

Fired fierce nationalism got the founding fathers of Rhodesia renaming it Zimbabwe, to peel off the last vestige of colonialism from their dream future. The name Zimbabwe is a derivative of “Dzimba dza mabwe,” meaning “House of stone” in the Shona language. The villain of today, Robert Mugabe, was a front-row hero of that promising yesterday. The West, in their usual we-know-what-is-good-for-the-rest-of-the-world, had cast him a humanity rag, long before he became a drag on the country’s beautiful dream. The world wanted Mugabe and his ambitious (Dis)Grace(d) wife away. He would also seem to have overstayed his welcome. But Africa must not allow the West, particularly their rabidly-subjective media, to railroad the Black continent back into its darken history again, by supporting an unconstitutional change of government in Rhodesia. Robert (more like robot) and Grace would surely do our collective sight some good by disappearing into the proverbial Arabian night and staying there permanently eating sushi, but constitutionality must prevail every inch of the way. If Africa, in its desperation to see the back of the Grand Old Man, makes coup look appealing again, its prologue would be worse than Mugabe’s degeneracy. The sneaking, snitching, plotting vice president must also not be allowed to profit from the years of ruin he worked and walked with Robert. Decent men should not be in short supply in Rhodesia. The “House of Stone” is obviously shaken to the foundation, but conscientious builders must be sought, not West’s puppets.

Re-Fallen house.

Bravo! Your write-up in your column in last Sunday Tribune titled “The house has fallen,” is most profound. It is prophetically pungent, draped in facts/truth, philosophy and genuine spirituality, as it was with God’s prophets of old! I salute you for the endowment, the courage and the high sense of concern for one’s people. How I wish the man’s attention would be drawn to it and that he would read it. Nonetheless, God works in mysterious ways, as it was of old; and so will He in this circumstance, to bring restoration to the land, amen. 08060099816.