Ibikunle Amosun: The Lazy Governor Of Ogun State

Another road that ought to be closed down permanently is the Agbara-Atan road. Even animals should not be transported on that road. It is that bad!

 

By Adeola Aderounmu

Governor Ibikunle Amosun must be a very lazy governor. By the time he leaves office in 2019 he will be leaving behind one of the worst roads that l have travelled in my entire life.

What kind of governor is that?

Agbara Industrial Area as the name implies is home to a lot of industries (I am wondering how many of the companies are left now) and should be a priority for any person who has some sense.

Unemployment is rife in Nigeria and one way to keep the investors and companies going is not just to provide constant power supply but to ensure that road networks are efficient.

The Agbara-Atan road ought to be closed down immediately and human beings should not be allowed to ply the road. Even animals should not be transported on that road.

I am not going to write an epistle about that road. It is a very, very bad road and l hope someone send this essay to the lazy governor. His time is running out and he may not care.

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Lusada market (Agbara-Atan-Igbesa road) Are you kidding me that there is a governor in Ogun state? Is the governor normal?

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Lusada market area. Amosun, are you for real?

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Trailers on already damaged roads means more damage. When will good,durable roads come to Nigeria?

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On one of the worst roads in the world!

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Heavy metal fell off a trailer due to bad road

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Agbara-Atan road, probably one of the worst roads in the world!

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People like Ibikunle Amosun should not be allowed to participate in politics because he does not know the meaning of public service. Nonsense and ingredients!

 

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Nigeria’s Jagajaga Politics, A Disgrace To Both Common Sense and Humanity

Adeola Aderounmu

Nigeria’s politics is total rubbish. There is nothing in Nigeria’s politics to support the true meaning of democracy.

Just the other day the rascal man from the delta who belongs to a rascal party was calling the other people rascals. When confronted, his yeye pressman said the name was not ascribed to anyone. I hope I have not ascribed rascal to that man whose wife thought she is a dame.

The shapes of things to come in the April polls have started emerging.

INEC has started publishing names of candidates. In several cases the names do not tally with the candidates that were selected in the various states. I won’t subscribe to that nonsense that anyone was elected. I have not seen elections in Nigeria.

What the candidates and their sponsors or godfathers have been doing is competition with money and votes buying across the nation. In some situations, candidates were forced down the throats of party members and delegates.

Nigeria and Nigerians need to define their politics. To say that it is democracy is pure madness. Nigeria is not a democratic nation.

The new battle for the soul of Nigeria has begun. The rascals across Nigeria are now into the usual roforofo fights. Lists of names and counter lists have been sent to INEC.

There are so many useless provisions, laws and appropriations that are easy to manipulate and misinterpret and use for different dubious purposes depending on the rascals involved.

Ogun state PDP for example has its own list. Obasanjo has his own separate list. The National body of the number one rascal party in Nigeria-the PDP- will soon come up with a new compromised list. And the names will keep changing and rotating from Ogun, to Enugu, to Kano and other states.

One set of looters will become angry, they will change party affiliation citing marginalization in the evil party they helped build, the party that provided them the means to loot and steal from the people. I called them political prostitutes in an earlier post.

Even Abacha’s son is back on the list of his political party. He won and was bashed but he bounced back.

In some places, evil is resurrecting and elsewhere it continues to rise.

Nigeria’s politics is complete jagajaga. Pure rubbish! It makes no sense. This is because there is only one goal and that goal is that politics is the number one way to become a legalized thief in Nigeria.

So when you think of INEC, ICPC and EFCC, just laugh it off because all these agencies are controlled by thieves and looters as well. In Nigeria, it is a survival thing.

For all the monies that have been stolen and looted at the presidency, at the executive arm, at the various state governments, at the local councils, and in the houses of assemblies and representatives, how much of it has been recovered by the EFCC? How many have been arrested and sent to jail?

One man took up the Dimeji-scam challenge, he went to court but both EFCC and ICPC want the case thrown out. You must love Nigeria. If you are a political thief or a looter, you are home.

So the scramble and struggle for political offices will continue to be a matter of life and death, do-or-die. I mean if by now, all these thieves know that they will go to jail for all they have stolen, there will be no list/ counter-list flying around. What will be emanating from INEC will be authentic lists of the selected.

Sadly that is not the situation. And I continue to urge Nigerians to see INEC as INEC. Don’t look up to Jega. People who occupy that kind of position in Nigeria are usually helpless. They are not the problem and they will not be the solution.

One man can make a difference only if the man has incorruptible principles and a charisma that is volatile or infective. These are the characters of the men who started the ongoing and persistent revolts in Tunisia and Egypt. But in a country where for inexplicable reasons, we the people are sagged and unbelievably and scandalously passive, it begs for more than a man. It begs for the removal of the religious veils sown by commercial religious rulers and worn by our compatriots.

I’m trying hard to remember not to use the word leader for anyone in political or religious institutions. In Nigeria, there are no leaders.

Our system is wrong. No individual will be able to run INEC successfully until the fundamental issues have been addressed.

No individual will be able to run EFCC or even the Nigerian presidency successfully until we address the basic/ fundamental problems facing Nigeria.

All these weak, incompetent and useless public institutions will continue to follow the schemes of the evil people in power and all of them will take as much money as they want, and they will never get enough. It’s a curse that must be broken.

We left the drawing board a long time ago or we set out without a compass. We have no bearings.

Today Nigeria is not seen as a country. To many of us it is an economic jungle and survival of the fittest is the name of the game. It’s a rat race!

It therefore becomes imperative that some serious negotiations must take place among all the various nationalities within Nigerian to define the purpose for the nation (or nations within Nigeria).

Actually there is no one way forward and there are no simple solutions since the country has been plundered for over 50 years by thieves, sycophants, looters and tropical gangsters. Even foreigners have looted our treasures. We cracked big time!

Nevertheless to emerge from the present useless order of things, something very radical and probably unconventional must be done. Something must happen to eradicate all these bad people who continue to represent Nigeria. Change and accountability must come one way or the other.

These recuperations, in its sociological sense must be initiated by the ordinary people when they have become organized. One charismatic man or not, the people it is, who must fight for their freedom.

Murder in Ogun State: The Killing of Dipo Dina

Adeola Aderounmu

A prominent son of Ogun State has been assasinated. Mr. Dipo Dina was a vibrant opposition figure and the Ogun State gubernatorial candidate of the Action Congress in the April 2007 election. He was assassinated near Covenant University in Otta, Ogun State on Jan 26 2010.

My parents are from Ogun State. I have been there maybe 4 or 5 times my whole life. Ogun State is home to Obasanjo, MKO Abiola, Awolowo and several prominent Nigerians including Ernest Shonekan.

Ogun State will continue to occupy a central place in the Nigerian Political Sphere. But that we have killed one of our brightest minds is a big shame to us. We have allowed politics to ruin our sense of value and belonging.

The killers of Dipo Dina should bend their heads in shame. They are no better than wild animals in their show of stupidity, madness and extreme barbarism.

This is one murder too many.

There are people who are already concluding that the Ogun State Government headed by the governor Mr. Daniels should be held responsible for this killing. Such allegations may be careless or reckless.

But what are we going to get in a country where assassinations and murders of ordinary and prominent people have never been solved before? With the wicked and evil minds in control of governance, we may be asking for too much if we ask for the perpetrators to be apprehended and prosecuted. Still it is a necessary call!

The police may be out already calling this an armed robbery attack! This is what they always say. This is shameful and scandalous. We want better results from the police and security agencies.

Anambra Elections is coming soon in February, I hope that the people will allow peace to reign and that the electoral committee will count only the votes casted at polling booths.

In 2011, and before, we hope that the nest of killers would have been dismantled and brough to Justice.

The killing of Dipo is despicable, highly unacceptable and should never have happened. It is sad and the scar will remain with Ogun State and Nigeria forver.

May his sould rest in perfect peace and May the family find the fortitude to bear the irreparable loss.

Becoming a Stateless Nigerian..!

Adeola Aderounmu

Around 1989/1990 I applied for the Lagos State Scholarship Board Award /Grant. The intended study would have allowed me to pursue a medical career at foreign University. When I was invited to the interview there were strong indications that I was a top candidate because I had scored 6 distinctions in all the subjects that I took in the GCE exams.

Backed by strong recommendations from two of my secondary school teachers added to 6 more distinctions and 2 credits in my WASC I was confident of my upcoming sponsored academic trip abroad.

As the interview progressed it seemed that all was well until one woman on the panel of interviewers asked me what became the critical question. I know one Aderounmu at the Federal Ministry of Agriculture and you are actually a carbon copy of him, do you know him, she asked?

I answered in the affirmative because she was referring to my dad’s cousin Bukola Aderounmu whom I’d hardly met. I cannot even describe the man in 4 sentences yet I was being told at this interview that we look alike. By asking that question, the woman was actually trying to let everyone know that my family is from Ogun State. The interview ended and I never heard a word again from the LSSB.

To give a clearer picture: I was born in Lagos and when I started primary school my father always made it clear to me that my state of origin is Lagos but I discovered later that my parents are actually from Abeoukta in Ogun State. It became a tedious routine to always make those trips from Festac Town to Agege Local Government at the beginning of each school year.

I had to collect proof of origin every term and of course tax clearance certificates of parents. Was my dad avoiding this trip to Abeokuta to obtain evidence of origin? How convenient it was to say that we were from Amuwo Odofin Local Government when the local governments became proliferated just like that!

I remembered that at a certain point when we could make our own decisions, the children all reverted to Ogun State. But what do I know about Ogun State? Before I left Nigeria in 2002, I can count on my fingers how many times I have been to Abeokuta.

In 1986 age 14 I went to Abeoukta to attend a chieftaincy title ceremony of some family members. I was held spellbound to discover that we even had a McGregor in our extended family! I cannot remember any other time that I went to Ogun State before then.

Around 1988 or thereabout I went to Igbogila to visit my grandfather who had left Abeokuta and relocated to this quiet town perhaps even before I was born. Up to this day, I don’t even know if Igbogila is in Oyo, Osun or Ogun State.

My third memory of Ogun State was when I went as a tourist taking along with me the members of NAZS, UNILAG chapter. It was during this excursion in 1994 that I re-discovered places like Lantoro and Olumo rock. We went to a famous abattoir but I don’t remember where.

Interestingly in December 2001, I went to Abeokuta with some colleagues from MEDILAG. We attended the wedding ceremony of a friend and co-researcher. While the wedding ceremony was in progress, I quickly dashed out of the church and waved down a taxi. I told the driver that I was going to the house of the Produce Buyer.

Apparently, my mother’s father Fidimaiye Majekodunmi was a famous merchant in his days. He died in 1972 just before I was born but in 2001 the taxidriver could still take me to his house unhindered.

I had no address with me and my mother just told me to mention produce buyer to any taxi driver. It worked like magic! I arrived safely in front of the house and my grandmother was shocked but overwhelmed with joy that her grandson came. My grandmother died a few months later and I was already in Europe at that time.

I am still happy that I saw her that fateful day sometime in Dec 2001 and it was very shocking to see that my mother’s family house is just next door to Olumo rock. From my grandmother’s room, I could almost touch Olumo rock that I had climbed as a tourist in 1994. I was moved to tears. I mean, I came as a tourist to my parents’ homeland.

But I remain worried about my present Nigerian status. Lagos is still the only place that I know. In fact, I can get lost once I go outside Festac Town. My conscious and unconscious trips to Ogun State are definitely less than 10 occasions-of which I remember 4. I almost did my youth service in Lagos but I was contented with knowing Ibadan for those 10-12 months.

During my service year I was always back to Festac at least once a month. While I studied at UNILAG, I went back home every weekend. I could fall sick if I missed any of those Saturday or Sunday football games on our stony field. It was almost criminal to even miss the church service before the Sunday games.

I am afraid that I actually don’t have any (political) constituency in Nigeria. Lagosians will be quick to tell me that my name is Ogunish and tell me that I look like one Aderounmu or Majekodunmi, that my family houses are in Abeokuta and Igbogila-and where is Igbogila for goodness sake?

Ogun State will not forget to tell me that I don’t know my way around the state. I don’t even know the size and economic strength of the State. But I can read those in the books. I’m good at that. In both situations, the segregation and discrimination in our society will be exposed and exploited.

Nigeria is a society that is seriously segregated and divided. We go abroad and complain of racism but we are more racist to one another in Nigeria than the Americans or Europeans are towards us.

My father must have had one Nigeria in mind when he decided to tell us that we (his children) are Lagosians. We were all born in Lagos. We went to school in Lagos and had very little contact or connections with Abeokuta.

Even my grandfather made Igbogila his home, owning houses and farmlands. My father did not even bother to inherit any of those materials. He wasn’t bothered with parental possessions/inheritance. So who inherited my grandfather’s landed property? My father’s mother was based in Agege for all the years that I knew her. There were no Ileya Festivals without a traditional visit to Iya Eleja. She would have sponsored the Aso Ebi well in advance. Oh my God, how we dressed in uniforms-children, grandchildren and great grandchildren!

My mother’s mother was called Mama Onifade because she settled and lived on Onifade Street after she returned from her several years of business sojourn to Ghana. She went back to Abeokuta towards the end of her life. As a Medilag student/employee, I was excited to rediscover Onifade Street near the second gate exit of LUTH. It was nostalgic when my mother told me that was where we went visiting Mama Onifade.

Here I am paying huge taxes in Stockholm and contributing to the development of Sweden and not even certain of where exactly I belong in Nigeria. I know my way around Europe but I can easily be declared missing if I take a trip within Nigeria. Where is my constituency in the federal character system? Have I become a stateless Nigerian? I think so.

But I would rather serve on merit than on federal character-a subtle licence that has destroyed the foundations and efficiency of the nation. I would love to be taken for what I am and the principles that I radiate rather than where I come from. I long for home but please give me a state or even a constituency first!

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This article was published in the Nigerian Punch Newspaper onb April 11 2009

On Becoming a Stateless Nigerian