2012 has gone with all things good and bad. One of the worst episodes of 2012 had to be Aluu 4. This is not because 4 young men were cut down in their prime: we had Boko Haram kill hundreds of innocent Nigerians and Dana airline cut short the dreams of 163 very promising folks and their surviving families. Aluu 4 was the tolling bell that signaled our diminishing humanity, because of the folks who watched and did nothing. Dozens of people were complicit in a gruesome lynching just by their presence and inaction.
In 1955, Albert Einstein said –“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing”. I never could bring myself to watch that YouTube video. But I sometimes think of the guy who filmed it. What was his motive? Did he do it to expose the murders or was he just collecting a trophy? What of those who were too afraid to either prevent it or to go call the police?
In the same vein, for fifty odd years we have watched a plundering mob of greedy politicians, military rulers and thieving government officials turn this country from a fledgling promised land into a failed state despite her many human and natural endowments. That is the real Aluucase for me. I see that gory incident as a metaphor for the siddon look citizens. The ones too afraid to, even “whistle blow”, not to talk of speaking out or taking action.
At this point I would like to introduce our guest writer for today. I present Dr. Bawo Okonedo. “Patriots Needed” is an excerpt from a yet to be released literary offering from this young doctor’s creative chest.
When you read this story, think of Albert Einstein’s quote and relate it to our dear country, with you in the middle. It is time to act!
Ulli turned the bend along a dusty bush track that spilled into the plain that lay beside the road leading to that temperate city of statuesque rocks, Jos. But here was Kabin Nauda. He would find rest for the night. However, as he lifted his eyes from the path and emerged into the plains, they were greeted by a disturbing sight. A uniformed man lifted his gun and crashed its butt on the head of another man who appeared to half kneel, half crouch helplessly on the ground. He could see, it seemed, the man’s head had immediately following that blow, colored red. He could hear the gruff voices of the assailant’s colleagues and the helpless wails of the victim even from the distance. The disparity between both set of voices was clear. One reeked of unbridled power; the other, untrammeled fear and pain. Ulli quickened his steps to a half-run, almost as involuntarily as his heartbeat which was now galloping and his mouth which was dry. As he drew close, the obvious, disturbing as it were, jumped at him: people were gathered and watching this spectacle almost calmly, almost with the decorum of a theatre audience. As he reached the scene, he noticed two vehicles: one army green van apparently belonging to the soldiers, the other a mini truck. The van had sustained a nasty gash in its fender. It told half the story. Ulli was soon to learn the full version: the driver of the mini truck was not quick enough to give way to the military van which then inadvertently rammed into the tougher mini truck, lacerating its own fender in the process.
‘You go die today!’
‘Abeg na, officer. Na my fault, abeg forgive me, nor vex!’
Thud, thud, thud!! The blows rained in quick succession efficiently ripping flesh apart and divesting skin off bone with faucets of blood turning to rivulets, to be followed by plaintive wails and calls for help and mercy. None came. The sands on which the victim crouched, reminiscent of a medieval blood sports or torture arena, were bespattered with his own blood. A few faces grimaced at the horror and shifted uneasily, but not a single voice rose in protest.
Ulli was not going to let this continue. His heart was charging like a mad horse, his breath was raspy and labored from the effort it took to silence reason. That Reason that preaches the tact of the coward, that likes to use the word ‘discretion,’ and discredits unhesitant action as ‘rash’. That Reason that placates naked conscience with the small speech of self preservation and assuages the remnant of guilt with the line: ‘there was nothing you could do’ or better still: ‘ you didn’t have a choice.’ That delusory clot of Reason that clogs the arteries of honor and chokes the veins of truth paralyzing our power to aspire to bold decision in the face of adversity. He who fears for his life will lose it! Maybe not today…but something dies within. When injustice and oppression is witnessed unrebuked, unchastised, within something dies. When no tongue is lifted in dissent, no saliva is spat out in outrage and repudiation, when no fingers are poked in accusation of evil; something dies in our collective psyche as a society and what is left of our individual innocence…almost like a dieback of our ‘peripheral’ values. It slowly invades the core though, like a fungating mass…
So pushing through immobilized bodies rooted to the spot by cowardice and the unsound reason of fear, Ulli worked his way to the front, facing the soldiers and the persecuted. “Stop! He is a human being; you have no right to do this!” The hot February air froze! Silence! Now comes that moment when uncertainty hangs in the air and everyone holds his/her breath in deference to the significance of the moment awaiting what it would birth; hoping for the best, expecting the catastrophic. Silence! The lead persecutor gave Ulli a bloodcurdling glare which metamorphosed into sheer disdain. He eyed Ulli from crown to slippers (the crowd too), the way Goliath would eye David. Obviously dressed in typical nomadic Fulani fashion, Ulli cut the appearance of an ‘aboki’ and a personality which was discordant with his appearance, especially for the fact that he worded his rebuke in perfect English.
‘You say what?!’
‘Yes leave the man…’
Dr. Bawo Okonedo works as a medical doctor in Delta State, Nigeria