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Monday, 30 December 2019
Nigerians, I hail you
Friday, 27 December 2019
Nigeria: You'll keep hearing from us in the diaspora
I left Nigeria for the last time on a delayed flight with Nigeria Airways on the 30th of December 1990, I am part of that pontificating lot that remitted over $25 billion to Nigeria in 2018, we've earned the right to pontificate whether it is liked or not. https://t.co/mCMivYFbXb— Akin Akíntáyọ̀ 🏳️🌈 #FBPE (@forakin) December 26, 2019
Saturday, 6 February 2016
Nigeria: President Buhari, get to work and honestly, shut up!
Saturday, 28 September 2013
Thought Picnic: Try a little tenderness to the children
Thursday, 25 April 2013
Opinion: The Challenge of Rearing Nigerian Children Abroad
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Opinion: The Cultural Ghettos of Parenting in Diaspora
Thursday, 26 February 2009
In community in diaspora
Of family and presence
I was out in London last weekend on an important familial mission to celebrate a landmark birthday – the party was fun and we quite pleasantly enjoyed ourselves but it presented an unusual snapshot of Diaspora that I had not observed before.
A school hall had been booked for the event and it was commendable to see that the organiser had engaged the services of a functions arranger rather than take on the extraneous duties of doing this as we had done some 10 years before.
According to the invitation, the function was to start at 4:00PM and last till 11:00PM, obviously, I did not want to be first at the party and I also wanted to be inconspicuous if I could help it – by the time I was ready to leave for the party I thought I was running quite late.
I could never be late
Coming out of my hotel I flagged down a black cab for a 15 mile ride out to Essex without batting an eye lid, with my companion, the time was usefully occupied with watching the Cabvision in-cab television system as I tried to ignore the meter reading – in the end, it was less than what I had estimated it would be.
It was just before 5:00PM and we found that apart from the few guests, the party had not started at all, we should have known, even after all these years of Westernisation, African time still looms as a context of indeterminate meeting times rather than the fastidiousness of punctuality.
Dressed out of scope
People just make it in their own time, which meant things did not get into full swing till much later. In discussions before, I had asked about dress codes required for the party, I was of the opinion that traditional dress in London in February would have been paying homage to the god of ice – so I plumbed for the suit, new shirt, new tie and new shoes – I had been doing some shopping for the latter earlier in the day.
I quipped then about members of the Celestial Church of Christ who went unshod when in their soutanas - religious robes worn by all members - and wondered what they did in winter.
Well, I was wrong, the weather was quite mild and many arrived in their full flowing gowns, the ladies in their tops called buba and wrappers called iro, these being overlaid in toga-like fashion with a netting sort of material that is also used for the head tie known as gele.
In place of the iro, some wore a long shirt-like mermaid-tail bottom, all quite fashionable, I must say I am behind the times on the in-things. Very few were in Western attire though the men who wore suits or jackets all seemed to forget to undo the last button – sloppy dressing in my view but they all seemed to be in good company.
Time waits for all men
The event eventually started 210 minutes late and no apologies were given for that lateness as each reference to the starting time was jokingly considered 4 ‘o clock when in fact there were people who had arrived well before the time on the invitation – suffice it to say that for Nigerians, time is still not of the essence.
The agenda was full, prayers, exhortations and songs – in fact, I was amazed that the English praise and worship songs were no different from the ones I did sing some 20 years ago, there might have been a variation in the music but the lyrics remained ancient rather than modern.
The Yoruba songs sounded new and were quite predicable, it made one wonder if musical inspiration was lacking for congregational gospel singing.
Diaspora in divergence
More poignantly was the fact that a good 80% of the attendants might have spent 20 years in the United Kingdom and being successful and well-to-do did not necessarily reflect an element of the integration that should have had some indigenous looking guest amongst us.
It is probably not just peculiar to this gathering but likeness seems to engender communities and the safety of sameness means people seek out similarity rather than difference – this might well be a damning indictment of multiculturalism, but I was at pains to even find a non-South Western Nigerian amongst us.
A little mixed-race girl did reveal the odd miscegenation but her father was not amongst us, we might well have been back in Nigeria having this party and it would have made no difference.
The sames of change
The children all in the late teens or early twenties all spoke English, might well understand the lingua franca of their parents but their pronunciations drew great laughter; the question then becomes what really constitutes their roots and identity.
Apart from the songs, the odd proverb and the greetings – kneeling for the women and mock prostration for the men, we were Diaspora almost plucked out from our roots and left adrift.
We might all have changed but many things remain the same – aspiration is a good thing, academic excellence is still priced – the celebrant holds a PhD, responsibility is a badge of honour, the family is the centre of existence, integrity really matters, and people recognise that in others without dissimulation, the accents are still as strong as they have ever been and when it comes to partying we are still in the running.
The music came from a drummer with a talking drum and a keyboardist who had rigged up his system to produce our traditional music and two microphones where one projected his singular voice and the other gave the impression of many singing – I thought that was quite smart.
Order! Order!
God pervades the atmosphere to suffocation everything punctuated with Praise God as a call to order rather than an active exercise in praise, but we are seriously religious people.
When we had a prayer session, I could well have been in a traditional African initiated church only that the commands to prayer were said in English.
An overdue update
By the time the celebrant cut the cake and we all gathered round for photographs it was ready for the dance, enterprising business men around with dollar notes to be exchanged for pounds allowing for us to spray the celebrant and his wife – something I found myself compelled to do by reason of association.
It was an interesting update for me on how Diaspora has both changed and remained the same despite the number of years that have passed – it might be a reflection of me being a less than community person seeking to be more world citizen than a reflection of the peculiarities of close knit communities that are as integrated as they want to be in other aspects of life but retain a modicum of segregation in their social lives.
It was a beautiful evening.
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Nigeria: Courts give Diaspora the vote
Voting from abroad
The force of African Diaspora is gaining momentum beyond the nostalgic urge to be involved in aid, development or the ability to rant and rave from the comfort of our existence abroad.
The courts are ruling in favour of the growing community of concerned, relevant and patriotic citizens who want to be enfranchised and participate in the democratic process of their home countries.
Just 2 weeks ago, a court in Nigeria ruled that Nigerians abroad be allowed to vote [1] in Nigerian elections without the need to return home and now today in South Africa another court has ruled that South Africans abroad be given the opportunity to vote [2] from abroad too.
The parliament in South Korea [3] last week gave the South Korean Diaspora the right to vote reflecting a constitutional court ruling in 2007.
Already, many might think this might become a logistical nightmare for African countries especially in situations where consular offices can be inefficient, lethargic and sometimes corrupt – those consulates now need to polish up their act for this serious responsibility.
Where should the votes count?
It represents a challenge too to national electoral commissions who now have to properly reconcile returns that represent the express will of those who have voted from abroad in relation to where they want their votes to count.
The Americans have for some time had the ability to register and vote from abroad [4], and this usually a while before the real election takes place at home, but they have structured systems that allow for records of the last place of residence to be the focal point of where the vote would matter.
I think the Diaspora vote should count in a national pool of votes for national office rather than state, assembly or local elections - when abroad, I hope we identify more as Nigerians than tribal cohorts.
I am Nigerian, Period!
Chatting earlier this evening about issues in Nigeria, I heard a rumour that the one “progressive” governor had apparently displaced a connurbation of non-indigenous citizens from another state and seemingly asked the state governor of the displaced to provide opportunities to allow them return home.
I would hope there is no truth to that rumour – Nigerians should be able to create enterprise anywhere in the country without let, hindrance or indigenous affinity.
Our affiliation to Nigeria both at home and abroad has to move beyond that of what ones home state is; for instance, my formative years in Nigeria were spent in the North in North-Central State (Kaduna) and Benue Plateau State (Jos).
The real Nigeria
Then we had 12 states and if my memory serves me well, Abba Kyari was the governor in Kaduna and Joseph Gomwalk was the governor in Jos respectively – this was the early to mid 70s.
When my father was persuaded to defer a fully sponsored MBA programme to retain his position as Chief Accountant at the Amalgamated Tin Mines of Nigeria, it was a case of Nigerians occupying positions of responsibility and authority not one of a Northerner or Southerner filling some absurd quota.
I went to primary school is a truly international community that when the Head of State (Yakubu Gowon) took guests up to his homestead in Pankskin, we all trooped out – European, Asian, African and anywhere else to wave flags and sing the national anthem.
I cannot remember any time where I was asked what state I came from, I was just Nigerian, living in Nigeria and enjoying the beauty of Nigeria.
Being a Nigerian
My mother, speaks all the three major languages of Nigeria fluently, she can pass for indigenous Igbo or Hausa even though she is Yoruba – she was known as Hajiya to her students when we were up North.
In short, it is time to return to the entity of association called a Nigeria that stands in brotherhood regardless of the fact that tribe and tongue differ, in a paraphrased version of our old national anthem [5] we should begin to obey the call of Nigeria rather than hearken to the beating drums of our village clans in the our current national anthem.
I have enjoyed meeting Nigerians abroad but get annoyed with questions of where I am from, I wish my Hausa were as fluent as my mother’s then it would have been nice to have a Yoruba name and agitate as a Hausa man.
The force of Diaspora for change
This is what I hope the enfranchising the Diaspora would do; eliminate the tribal affiliations that paralyse our political and economic development thereby forcing people to adopt a national identity rather than the primitive clan instinct that unscrupulous politicians try to exploit to devastating effect.
It should begin to diminish the federal character model that allows for there to be many pools of people from the excessive state framework yielding too few talent pools of expertise, competence and dedication to public service.
It should make the political process begin to recognise that the Diaspora have just as much a stake in nation building as those back at home and ensure that the quality of political campaigning is improved considerably allowing for more freedom and exchange of information.
We are for all intents and purposes unwittingly ambassadors who have been given the opportunity to ensure the criminals who seize power through usurping political office cannot attain respectability on the back of Nigerians who cannot voice their dissent effectively.
We, in Diaspora have a duty to begin to project the circumstances that make us believe things could be better in our home countries in the way we appreciate political discourse and governance – it is an opportunity to work for change and be part of change. We should ensure this enfranchisement is not hijacked by malevolent forces and those who have an agenda inimical to Nigerian progress as a whole.
Nigeria, we hail thee – Arise! O Compatriots – we have the vote.
Sources
[1] Court grants Nigerians abroad leave to vote
[2] Citizens abroad have right to vote: South Africa: Politics: News24
[3] SKorea grants overseas citizens voting rights - Taiwan News Online
[4] VoteFromAbroad.org : Voter Registration Wizard
[5] The Nigerian National Anthems - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia