By Sunny Igboanugo
Okey Akaneme, former President of Onitsha Chamber of Commerce Industries Mines and Agriculture (ONICCIMA), has finally gone to meet his maker.
His damning fate, encapsulates the entire sad tale of Anambra State under the supervision of Charles Chukwuma Soludo, Governor of Anambra State since March 17, 2022 till date.
The Story: On October 11, 2024 men of the Anambra State Waste Management Authority (ASWAMA) paid him a midday visit. That was the last time he functioned as a normal person. The rest of his days were spent in a vegetative state from one hospital to the other in Anambra and Enugu.
The ASWAMA men, having delivered their trademark blow, left his spine broken and and rendered him permanently dysfunctional until he finally gave up, ending the earthly agony.
Perhaps he could have lived longer, but the last time I heard about him, he had been abandoned at, I heard, Park Lane Hospital, Enugu. The Anambra State Government, which reluctantly intervened after a long period of public outrage, forgot, failed or outrightly refused to pay further hospital bills.
I hear also that before their intervention, Akaneme’s family had spent all they had, including selling off family properties to raise money to save his life, to no avail.
Now, everything is gone – loving husband, father and breadwinner – gone – leaving family in distress – physically – emotionally – financially!
The culprits? Nothing! Nada! Mum is the word at government quarters. The last I heard of the official side was that the “Government is investigating.” Meanwhile life goes on. More parties to celebrate the mint-₦150billion Government House!
If you’re waiting for the devils that went on that mission and delivered that lethal blow of October 11, 2024 to be rounded up, prosecuted and deservedly locked away from a decent human society, then you’re in for a long wait.
Your answer might come in a different society and probably the next generation. You might just try the International Criminal Court )ICC) at The Hague.
If you’re waiting for emotional compensation in terms of visitation to the family or official apology since the atrocity bears the imprimatur of government, directly or vicariously, then you’re talking about a different Anambra.
As I write this amid droplets of tears for Akaneme and other victims, the streets of Awka and many communities are swarming with thugs, toughies, and roughnecks wielding all manner crude weapons which they freely employ on citizens at the slightest excuse or no excuse at all, other than just animalistic pleasure – pure sports and entertainment.
The other day it was Enugwu-Ukwu and the other, Obosi, where the Men of Aka-Odo – a dangerous brand of ruffians with the modus operandi of torturing their victims with wooden pestles, deliberately aimed at the tendons, calves and knee-caps to inflict maximum pains and cause temporary or permanent paralysis – reportedly came calling and eventually left in their trails their usual imprint of destruction – weeping, wailing, mourning and gnashing of the teeth.
So, don’t wait! Expecting any form of civility, humane treatment or empathy in the instant case is like pleading for sympathy in the captivity of those blood-thirsty terrorists strutting the landscape of Nigeria. Don’t even go there.
It means you’re yet to appreciate the tenor of those in charge. It means you’re still sucked-in by the noise you hear about the totally Audio Performance. It means you’re still blind to the arrogance – the selfishness – the self-conceitedness – the loath-inspired Pull Him Down (PHC) syndrome at Agu Awka.
It means you’re on all fours with the cluelessness that suggests that the best and only way to generate revenue by the government, is to chance on common citizens trying to eke out a living in the streets of Amawbia, Nnewi and Ekwulobia and give them the Aka-odo treatment or swoop on the managers of the few surviving enterprises in Awka and Onitsha, still deeply thinking about how to pay the next salaries and give them the Akanaeme treatment.
It means you’re what they say you are – uneducated mumu, the derisive name they call you in open and in the private and think you truly deserve, for your inability to think outside the box and for following them sheepishly, unable to change your destiny by taking it in your hand.
If you’re still detained by the alluring feeling that you have a Professor who will professor well and deliver to you the Dubai-Taiwan of Africa, then the joke is on you.
In an era where these Professors, in fact, Vice Chancellors of universities – the highest job for an academic – are procured to write, collate and announce fake results and create outcomes capable of consuming their country, as is now evident in Nigeria, just because they want to join the club of SUV owners and own buildings in Abuja and other big towns, what else do we have left as dividends of academic attainments?
If you’re not yet appalled by the fact that a former Governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN) is currently struggling with one complete illiterate counterpart who could not even pronounce the figures in a state budget before the House of Assembly, on how many roads he has built – a routine activity even a complete imbecile could do – then you’re part of the problem.
If you’re convinced that it doesn’t amount to monumental failure that a former CBN governor has not attracted a single local industry let alone one that mimics global concerns like Huawei, Microsoft or Tesla, which is really why he was hired in the first place, having promised to do so – take a bow of ignominy.
If you also thought as you quaffed the O Mpa in your glass, or sipped your Hero Malt that the only reward the architect who made it possible that they are readily available on your table and at your weddings and burials, is deserving of, is to be pulled down and concerned to political ruins by the ex-CBN boss, to satisfy his whims and jealousy-influenced inordinate desires, despite his own zero performance on the same score – good luck to you on the road to infamy.
If you thought that the hands that wrought this horrible fate on Okechukwu Akaneme should be strengthened and it’s your remit to help in doing so, just know that even at work in the social home in England taking care of the elderly or in the US court crusading for justice for the immigrants struggling to escape the hammer of Donald Trump or at Jankara, Ladipo in Lagos or Sabongeri in Kano or Ogbete Enugu or Eke Oka, Orie Amaesi, Nkwo-Igbo, Eke Ekwulobia – as long as you say yes – the joke is on you.
Don’t say aka m adighi ya, I furu m ebe ahu? You can’t escape it. You share in the culpability. You are liable. You are guilty. Your hand dey there. Because there will be more Akanemes!
There’s only way to not only to escape culpability in the instant case but prevent future Akanemes and other unknown victims – Punish the hands that did this evil.
Stop the wickedness at Agu Awka. End the cluelessness. Olusegun Obasanjo warned Nigerians in 2019 with Muhammadu Buhari not to reinforce failure. The result of not heeding that warning is there, obvious for the world to see today.
Isn’t the same warning apt in Anambra as we stare at each other and wonder what manner of a Professor thinks that Aka-Odo is the best model of generating revenue? Must we then reinforce failure? If yes, good luck, if no, you know what to do. I don’t need to tell you.
As Okari Obodo – that dangerous masquerade in my community, was always wont in warning parents – Onwehi onye ma onye o je awu nnwaya – translated – nobody knows whose child is next. I’ve done my part.
May the soul of Okechukwu Akaneme and the souls of other victims of Agu Awka atrocities, rest in peace. Amen _ The Tiny Voice!