By Sunny Igboanugo
The more things change, the more they remain the same, is the English translation of plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose, the 1849, epic lines of French writer Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr.
It is exactly 176 years today. Yet, those lines have remained eternal – a demonstrable example of the fixated nature of human mind and the culture of returning to the convenience of old practices rather than learning new things – the bane of most societies.
In 1998, Sani Abacha, the late military General who till date still hugs the history of being Nigeria’s most despotic leader, was on his way to transmuting into a civilian President. Remember the deafening din then from the political class and how everything was wrapped up towards achieving that end.
Faced with international pressure and domestic discontent, Abacha who obviously wanted to be Nigeria’s example of what Yoweri Museveni represents today in Uganda, appeared determined to show the world the democratic side of his iron-cast mien.
So, he went to work. The “democrat” he was, he went about returning Nigeria to his version of democratic rule his own way. Having effectively destroyed the platform on which Moshood Kashimawo Olawale (MKO), Abiola was demanding his mandate, it was naturally apposite for him to move to the next stage of conquering Nigeria permanently.
His consigliere must have advised him on how to go about the project. So, in, came the United Nigeria Congress Party (UNCP), Congress for National Consensus (CNC), Grassroot Democracy Movement (GDM), Democratic Party of Nigeria (DPN), and National Center Party of Nigeria (NCPN), the five political parties that Abraham Adesanya, then leader of the National Democratic Coalition (NADECO), aptly described as the five fingers of a leprous hand.
Remember many people believed that each of them came from the cooking pot in the inner kitchen of Aso Rock where Abacha and his inner cabal were churning out all manner of wacky dishes and forcing them down the throats of Nigerians.
I’m sure you still recall how each of the party leaders paid homage to the same Abacha and on bended knees begged him to remove his Khaki and transmute to civilian President. They not only did that, but one after the other each of them held their conventions, with one outcome – his adoption as presidential candidate.
So, if death had not struck at the time it did and Abacha did not give way on that fateful day of Monday, June 8, 1998, what it means is that there would have been no contest. He would simply have strolled out from the Villa gate as military Head of State and strolled back in as civilian President. It would be that simple.
Now, don’t get it twisted. This was a time Nigerians considered in history as their darkest period. Never had they known such psychological, if not physical torture – a time people – the ordinary folks, only managed to speak in whispers not knowing who would be listening – when the fear of the ubiquitous Abacha Boys – euphemism for the killing machines looming at every corner – became the beginning of wisdom.
In other words, behind the leadership of those political parties and the general political class trooping to the Villa to make their pitch before the notorious military despot, were millions of Nigerians practically reeling under the gruesome environment of fear that signposted the iron-fist era.
Yet, at the feet of the military General and before television cameras thereafter, these political leaders told the world that their message came direct from their people, who were so happy that God had given the country such a leader with the key to the storehouse of all the goodies beyond the imagination of the human mind.
Today, Nigeria is back to the same darkroom. It is like a reel delivering the images on the huge screen, with spectators who witnessed the past, screaming in unison – Abacha! The only difference is that there are no dark goggles and the man behind them has no tribal marks or does not cut some dummy mien to cover up his steely heart.
Today, the man we have on the bloc is Bola Ahmed Tinubu, the Asiwaju of Lagos, the Jagaban Borgu. His imprimatur is not the Abacha goggles. It is a special cap with a peculiar print, some say mimics a broken chain, that is supposed to announce freedom.
What a contradiction in terms regarding the freedom in Nigeria presently. But beyond the marked difference in their physical appearance and their historical background, beyond their individual approach and mannerism, expectedly so, is a notorious binding factor – love for power.
Of course, Nigeria is replete with reluctant leaders, who had power entrusted on them rather than seek it. Yakubu Gowon, Shehu Shagari, Olusegun Obasanjo, Goodluck Jonathan, who at one time or the other had the opportunity of being at the helm of affairs, either as military or civilians, are some of the most common examples.
But not Abacha and not Tinubu. Both not only loved power, they also demonstrated that they knew their way to it. They seemed to have equally been gifted a natural, unique and potent knack for manipulation. For instance, those who knew Abacha, say, right from the time he was a junior officer, he had his eyes on the seat of the Commander-in-Chief.
To achieve his goal, he was said to have his hand in all the successful coups that brought in each military leader so that by the time he finally went for the big prize himself, it was like cruising on a smooth, wide boulevard.
With Tinubu, the story is no different. Every political coup that was ever hatched in Nigeria, since he happened on the scene, especially since becoming the Governor of Lagos State in 1999, issued from his manipulative machine, such that in 2023, as others were struggling, crisscrossing Nigeria with steamy, energy-sapping campaigns, he was actually picking his teeth quietly and contentedly, in a manner that defied logic.
The only time he ventured on the scene were his cameo appearances at political grounds, where he merely entertained his audience with some uncanny acts – acts that more or less confused, rather than convinced them.
From his Emilokan delivery in Abeokuta to the Balablu Bulaba in Owerri – from his raising his walking stick like a comedia in Port Harcourt during the singing of the National Anthem to his dancing Lololo-Buga of Kiss Daniel, at the lunch in London after the Chatham House appearance, it was clear that though Nigerians, intrigued at the entire show, made jokes about it, the man knew where he was headed and how to get there.
So, today, when you see Umo Eno, Governor of Akwa Ibom State, swearing on behalf of his people that it is Tinubu till 2031, just cast your mind back to that notorious era of pilgrimage to Abacha. But don’t forget to pity and say a prayer for him. He needs it.
When Chukwuma Soludo, who is supposed to be the most intelligent and gifted governor in Nigeria today, by his attainment, is caught tongue-tied – when you see him demure or make a case for Tinubu’s outlandish policies, in spite of himself, don’t be surprised. The lion is on a leash.
When last did you hear from Bala Muhammed, who had tried to break off from the park to assume the role of an opposition governor? He has since retreated. So quickly so soon after! Was he not the one who read the resolution announcing that governors of the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP), would not sign in to any form of coalition or merger – a move clearly interpreted as a fait accompli, and a metaphor for blanket endorsement of Tinubu and APC for 2027.
Of course, Eno was not lying when he told his audience the forum where he endorsed Tinubu that some of his colleagues were visiting the Presidential Villa at night to pledge their loyalty. But that also is only a matter of time. What is hidden would soon be laid bare. Already the names of Sheriff Oborevwori of Delta and Peter Mba of Enugu are appearing on the horizon.
Yes! Unlike Abacha, Tinubu has no guns or better-put, not adept at their use even as a C-in-C. But no gun is needed either. The subsequent elections since he assumed power in May 2023, is enough to make them wiser. If they are not convinced about the governorship polls in Kogi, Imo and Bayelsa, the latest in Edo, is enough to make them wiser and more prudent, should they hitherto harbour any independent ideas.
Yes! Like in the time of Abacha, who superintended a Nigeria that was under a siege, with citizens praying to higher beings for redemption, Nigerians have again descended on their knees begging God to save them from Tinubu.
Like that evil era, those leaders, political, religious and temporal, who pay daily pilgrimages to Aso Rock today, bear their own stories. The accolades they donate to Tinubu, like the ones showered on Abacha are not from the people.
Yesterday, they called Abacha a fearless leader for confronting world leaders who dared him to mend his evil ways, today, they praise Tinubu as bold and courageous, for his evil policies that have seen Nigerians practically scaling over the Third Mainland Bridge and donating their bodies as meals for the fishes and other ocean serpents inhabiting the underbellies of the Lagos Lagoons, almost daily.
I could imagine how Tinubu would be nodding each time the governors individually or in groups are flat on their bellies in the dead of the night while paying obeisance. The feeling must be of inebriation – of spiritual and physical satiation. Not that he would believe them – Abacha obviously wouldn’t have believed his courtiers – but he would know where they are coming – Fear!
Those who read Want to Stay Alive by James Hadley Chase, would recall Pok Toholo schooling his recruit that fear is the key that opens the wallet of the wealthy. On the flipside, it is the same fear that today opens the hearts, minds and hands of Nigerian politicians.
So on that D-day, when Nigerians will return to the polls, one thing is sure. The governors will mark their duty posts. Their remit would be to ensure that you, me and millions of Nigerians, our times under the sun or rain to cast our votes would be wasted.
They will work with men and women of the Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC) – the most corrupt institution of the world – to count – not the votes of the people, but in complete opposite manipulate them. The various government houses would be busy changing the figures to deliver at the collation centres.
At the collation centres the manipulated results would be delivered to university professors – the same people complaining of poor academic environments and multiple other inadequacies – they will take it from there, smoothen the rough edges before the final nail is used to seal the job by the oga patapata of INEC.
For those unfortunate enough to approach the courts, they know what to expect. I won’t be the one to say so. That judges at those courts would ask them to produce the scrotums of ants to prove their cases would not be mine to forewarn them.
So, when Tunde Bakare, cried out on Sunday at what he called the capture of the legislature by Tinubu, through his Motor Park Politics, I could only permit myself some laughter. He did not only fall short by a wide margin, he came to the party too late. Why only the legislature? Why not Nigeria? Who owns the opposition? Where is the judiciary captured?
The cleric was correct in his assertion that were the Third Term idea which failed in 2006 been floated under Tinubu’s National Assembly, it would have been a fair accompli. But who says Nigeria has escaped from it? Under Abacha, the Catholic Bishops of Nigeria designed Prayer to Nigeria In Distress.
May be today they should be designing another one aimed at skewing the mind of Tinubu away from conceiving the idea. For if he does, Nigeria would be on its way to Cameroun’s Paul Biya or Museveni’s Uganda. Who stopped Abacha? Who would stop Tinubu outside God
My name is Sunny Igboanugo and I’m The Tiny Voice!