MY 87 YEARS OLD MOTHER GRIEVES FOR JUSTICE IN AUCHI.

I am writing this article with a lot of anguish and heavy heart and crying for justice. The question is, will my cry be heard? Reading from Bible, with a quote from the book of Job, it said: “I keep crying for help, but there is no justice”. Likewise today, many are crying out for justice, but all too often, their cries go unheeded. Really, is it within anyone’s power to eliminate injustice? Or is the hope that there will be a more just tomorrow simply an ideal entertained by the naive? In order to get a satisfactory answer, I have decided to take my case to the public domain for one or two reasons. So that I could evaluate public opinion on this matter, it is also imperative one uses this opportunity to help enlightening the general public alongside people in authority on the need to be just in their dealings with people no matter the level of poverty or wealth. This is the only way, to engender an egalitarian and peaceful society.

It is obvious that injustice in any form or manner will invariably bring about a breakdown of law and order, because injustice we all know hurts! Many felons evade justice. In Nigeria, especially my beloved Edo State, “cases of unresolved murders have doubled over the past decade, raising fears that police and courts are unable to tackle violent crime”.

As a matter of fact, I grew up in Auchi, Edo North, with my grandmother, Awuta Elemah, now deceased. I had all my formative years in this quiet Muslim dominated town from the early 50s to mid 70s. I grew up knowing Auchi to be a place where, men and women loved and cherished one another. There have always been the tendencies by a few to love money and wealth to an unreasonable extent; but one good thing about the society of old, is that, the society had inbuilt mechanism for checking ugly behaviours. However, being unthankful, disloyal, having no natural affection, not open to any agreement, without love of goodness, betrayers, headstrong, puffed up with pride, lovers of pleasures rather than lovers of God. All these were never tolerated; it was unthinkable in the Auchi setting of old. We then had, noble men and women who would stand for nothing but justice, such men were the likes of Abiri my late oga, Mallam Garuba, the father of Momoh-Jimoh, Mallam Abuda, Usman’s fatherland, Mallam Bawa, the tailor, Imam Abutudu and Mallam Oboh Oseni, who took me as one of his sons due to my closeness to Fabulous now late. Just to mention a few.

Almost all the past Otarus I knew, and their (Igbanuso) council members were firm, resolute and unbiased in the dispensation of justice. This to a great extent made natives and non-natives to believe in the local justice system, even though we had courts of competent jurisdiction in Auchi and environs. It was only in extreme cases such as murder and rape, that the likes of late lawyer Omohodu were briefed. Justice dispensation from the palace then was quite reliable and effective, because punishment was commensurate with the type of crime committed. This was due to the fair manner issues were looked upon and adjudicated upon; the ripple effect of this was the very low level of crimes in Auchi. People generally relied on whatever decisions reached at the palace without protest. Sadly, this I must say is no longer the case. The declining standard of justice in Auchi must not be allowed to continue, for the sake of our children, and for the sake of the society at large.

I am yet to know, how anyone would defend or sustain the action, of a certain man in Auchi whose notoriety is well known to all, waking up one morning and brazenly taken over an old woman’s farmland unquestioned, in the pretext that he is farming on the land he forcefully took over. The land in question is my old mother’s only inheritance from her late mother as an only child. I am told, his Royal Highness the present Otaru of Auchi, without any iota of rudeness, who is the final arbiter on this matter gave his go ahead for the land in question to be confiscated, saying “he cannot prevent anyone from farming”. What a judgement? As loyal subjects, we on our part cannot question his royal authority on a matter like this, his judgement is final. We, however, can’t be denied the right to cry to the public, and that is exactly what I am doing. What is however, curious and unclear to most people and I, is what happens to the status of the original owners of that land, now that his Royal Highness has given his final judgement? This question nobody has yet given an answer to. The huge parcel of land taken over, belong to the adopted mother of the immediate past Otaru A.G. Momoh, who passed onto glory some years back. I have succeeded in appealing to my old mother to remain calm and allow her only inheritance to be taken away from her by force, since that was the wise decision of the Otaru of Auchi.

But while I grieved over the unpleasant decision, I am somehow encouraged to continue to live my life honestly. And I now relish with fun memories the numerous advices of my late uncles; Alhaji Yaro Lecky and Nasiru Elemah, who told us their siblings the reasons why we must remain clean in all our dealings with men and God. They insisted that no matter the situation we must learn to live a responsible life. I was a great rascal, but they made sure I never became a deviant; and deliberately ensured that I took the right part to life. Great souls they were. For example, the “NO” nonsense Yaro Lecky, who saw things far beyond his time, would always warn “son, some people might tell you, greed is healthy and greed is good”, he bellowed “they are lying”. With fire burning in his eyes, he would say “greed hurts and it is the most unpleasant way to travel in life”. On his part, the ever smiling Nasiru “dodo salata” a gentleman per excellence, will fight with the last drop of his blood, even though, he was always cool and calm, you will however, see the ugly side of this peaceful man, whenever anybody or a group of people tries to exhibit trace of prejudice. He would tell whosoever cares to listen, “prejudiced people judge others unfairly and even discriminate against them on the basis of ethnicity, skin colour, sex, social status, or religion, he would say, these attitudes never help society to grow”. Wait a minute, are we saying, there are no longer noble men and women in Auchi? I am waiting patiently for an answer.

Mr. Omonhinmin is a Media Consultant based in Lagos.

LAST LAUGH FOR IMODIBIE, AWOTUSIN

A boisterous Chris ImodibIe, the late Journalist, would have been very excited in reporting the sentence of former Liberian President, Charles Taylor, in The Hague, had he being alive.

I could imagine the energy the ebony black reporter, would have put into analysing the facts and circumstances leading to the former Liberian leader’s sentence. As a political scientist, he would have gone a step further to examine the political implication of Mr. Taylor’s sentence, as the first former head of state to be convicted of war crimes since World War II. Taylor was sentenced to 50 years in prison by an international court in The Hague, Netherlands.

The Special Court for Sierra Leone convicted former Liberian President for supplying and encouraging rebels in neighboring Sierra Leone in a campaign of terror, involving murder, rape, sexual slavery and the conscription of children younger than 15 years into the rag tag army led by Mr. Fodey Sankoh, who was a close friend of Taylor.

He was also found guilty of using Sierra Leone's diamond deposits to help fuel its civil war with arms and guns while enriching himself with what have commonly come to be known as "blood diamonds."

Chris that I know, would have asked in his report the likely reason(s) why Africa, is the second largest continent, is in a fix. Even though, the continent is rich in natural resources. As an energetic reporter, he would have asked, why has Africa situation not change, despite its relatively young population, and years after it shook off the vestiges of colonialism. And why is Africa up to its neck in aid, and why do Africans have these big problems stemming from failure of governance, and why is it that the world’s poorest people reside in Africa?

Imodibie would have probed further in his report, the reason why African leaders do not play along in achieving economic transformation and ensuring that the continent is developed. He would have asked “whether the sentence of Taylor in The Hague, will make Africa’s political leaders urgently focus on creating the enabling environment for business to flourish.” It would have been question, upon questions.

Although, there are many versions today as to how and where Messers Imodibie and Awotusin met their untimely death as reporters covering the Liberian civil war, what is not in doubt is the fact, that Taylor was said to have personally led the troops that carried out the carnage at the Nigeria Embassy in Monrovia. At the Embassy, thousands of Nigerians and other nationals, who took refuge there, thinking that Taylor would respect the sanctity of embassy in accordance with diplomatic rules, were killed defencelessly. Shortly after this incident, I was among the reporters that visited the Nigerian High Commission in Liberia, what we met on ground was most disheartening. As the personal belongings of all the innocent souls massacred at the embassy littered every available space in the embassy. The entire structure was riddled with bullet holes. We were told that it was possible Chris and Tayo found their way back to the embassy since they could not readily find help to leave the country. Nobody was, however, certain whether or not they were among the people killed by Taylor and his gang at the Embassy.

But now that Mr. Taylor has been made to finally pay for the heinous crimes he committed against the people of Liberia and majority of the people in the MANU river region especially Sierra-Leone. I see Chris Imodibie spirit busting into a healthy laughter shouting justice at last, even though; it took long years to come.

However, it is proper for us to examine briefly the possible reasons why Taylor was convicted. Much of the war crimes trial of former Liberian president Charles Taylor focused on the role played by so-called "conflict diamonds" in funding rebels in conflict areas.

According to the United Nations, conflict diamonds are "...diamonds that originate from areas controlled by forces or factions opposed to legitimate and internationally recognized governments, and are used to fund military action in opposition to those governments, or in contravention of the decisions of the Security Council."

The "blood" diamonds were illegally traded to fund conflict in war-torn areas, particularly in West and Central Africa, according to the World Diamond council, which represents the commercial diamond trade.

Taylor was accused of arming rebel groups and terrorizing civilians during the decade-long civil war in exchange for uncut diamonds smuggled out to him in empty mayonnaise jars. He was, therefore, found guilty of aiding the rebels, but a judge ruled that prosecutors failed to prove he was in command of them.

The reason, why Taylor’s sentence is welcome, is the fact that apart from the innocent people caught up in the conflicts that the trade fuels, especially the Revolutionary United Front led by late Fodey Sankoh, thousands of men, women and children in countries such as Sierra Leone were used as slaves to extract diamonds. They were often forced to use primitive, back-breaking methods such as digging into mud or gravel along river banks with their bare hands. The collected material is then separated using hand-held sieves. Years after the end of Taylor’s war of terror, a visit to Liberia especially Monrovia and Sierra Leonean capital, Freetown, shows a large army of men and women who are living their adult lives without vital limp.

Those who suffered in Sierra Leone's notorious and brutal civil war reveled in the fact that Taylor was finally held to justice for the bloodshed, an act of accountability that had seemed implausible to many.

In the diamond-mining region of Kono, where much of the atrocities took place, almost everyone has a story to tell about the Revolutionary United Front rebels, who, the Special Court for Sierra Leone concluded were supported militarily by Taylor.

The high level of crime in Monrovia occasioned by Taylor’s miss-rule before the advent of democratic governance in that country had at a point reached an alarming proportion. A year and half, after peace was gradually returning to Liberia, Mohammed Bello of FRCN and I along with some other reporters accompanied a Nigerian Air Force Hercules plane to supply relief materials mainly made up of rice donated by the Nigeria government to the Liberian people.

On arrival in Monrovia, a Nigerian High Commission official graciously agreed to house all the reporters in the Nigerian House located opposite the Headquarters of the Liberian Lone Star. That telecommunication company was rumored to be owned by Taylor, and it was then, the sole telecom company operating in Monrovia. The Nigerian Embassy official told us, that he never wanted us to take up the accommodation reserved for us, because of the high rate of crime in Liberia then, he, however, warned that he did not ask us not to catch fun, but that we should be very careful, and return to our base on time. Just about half a kilometer from the Nigerian House, I decided to settle for some barbecue and a bottle of Liberia skol beer. This was about 7.30 p.m. Liberian time. Suddenly, where I was seated outside, I noticed some strange movements. From nowhere, a lady I had earlier in the morning helped to scoop some rice that poured on the plane and tarmac, appeared from God knows where and whispered into my ear, saying, that I need to leave immediately, that plans were on hand to rob me violently. Instantly, confusion reigned supreme, I did not know the next move to make to escape. But I however, remained calm, and pretended as if I were going down the road side. As providence will have it, an open pick-up van, stopped in front of me, to drop a passenger. Without any permission or enquiry about the ownership and destination of the vehicle, I jumped into the back of the already moving vehicle; luckily it headed toward my destination. That was how, I narrowly escaped been robbed for the first time in Monrovia.

I was not so lucky, during my fourth visit to that country, which was Ms. Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf first inauguration as Liberian President. Although, I arrived Monrovia very conscious of my previous experience and relish my narrow escape. I made sure that all the precious items on me were well taken care of, and I also avoided all forms of outing and concentrated on my job. I was shocked beyond words, how I was still robbed in my fifth floor hotel room, dispossessed of all my money and equipment. How the young men and women, carrying sophisticated weapons’ that night got into my room at 2.30 a.m. till date is still a misery. I am able to tell this story, however, because I am alive by His grace today. This incidence was one of the most traumatic experiences I have ever had as a journalist. The American journalist, who came from one of the media houses in New York to cover the same inauguration ceremony, was not so lucky, as he got killed that night.

As I managed to cover my assignment, a dejected person, every Liberian youth I encountered then was very willing to show off, the violent tactics they learnt during the Charles Taylor’s inglorious years in power. This is certainly not a good legacy by Taylor.

Mr. Omonhinmin is a Media Consultant based in Lagos.