I have come across Facebook posts by some Katsinawa, blaming the state governor on the menace of Kauraye that is gradually staging a come back in a more ruthless style. I understand they feelings, but Masari should not be blamed on this. There is no gainsaying the fact that Governor Aminu Bello Masari has shown that he would not make a good leader. Or what do you call someone that prioritize the renaming and repainting of capital projects built by his predecessor in lieu of building new ones? Or what do you call a leader that thinks purchasing goats at exhorbitant price is the answer to the dwindling economy? With Masari as the governor of Katsina state, failure is everywhere one turns his head.
That said, but I strongly believe that it is out of line to accuse Masari of aiding the Kauraye menace in the state capital. I can not buy that crap. It is not in tune. Masari came to power some fifteen months and we are all witness to thw facts the menace had some how died down until recently. The appropriate thing for us to do now is to wait and see what action the state government takes to tackle the menace. I heard that the governor has instructed the state security chiefs to bring an end to the raging menace, promising that he would lend a helping hand to them whenever the need arises. Two months or so will be enough for Masari to tackle. We should not blame him for this; Ibrahim Shema should be blamed.
EID IN KATSINA
I am witnessing yet another Eid EL Kabeer in the Dikko city, the first time being in 2014. My mother called. She first enticed, then begged and later resorted to threatening me. I would be more happier spending these special days in the cold embrace of our six bedrooms flat in my birth city, but my hands are tied to the rope. As it is with every media organization, people must make sacrifices for others to enjoy. The house has been officially divided so that others will stand in for their colleagues as the celebration goes on for days. The newsroom is always alive and moving. The studio can not stop for a second. News,programmes, live commentaries will take over the usual aroma that filters into the nostrils on days like today. As I type this, the aroma of suya makes a sudden rush into my noise. I will miss the meat, the visitation routine, the tareni [something that only people from my part of the North know how to do] and the laughter and jokes. Growing up,we all looked up to the season with an unwithering nostalgia. There is something spiritual with Sallah clothes; those crisp perfumed cotton that corrupt mind and make every child a hero. Everything about EIDis exciting and special, and I am sure it applies to the Christmas. Though we have new clothes year round, there is no piece of clothing that can bury the eagerness to wear new one on the Eid day. We used to have our father’s neck whenever the celebration was around the corner for new clothes and bigger rams than that of our neighbours. And that was how the circus was. You would eat a million Naira meat/suya, but you will never have the fulfilment as compared to the one slaughtered on the D day. I will eat layya meat, but the fulfilment of eating tareni will not be there. For that, a shout to all journalists who will be celebrating the Eid in the studio and newsroom because the nation hangs around them Happy Eid el Kabeer.
Labbaykallahumma Labbayk. Labbayka La sharika Laka Labbayk. Innalhamda, Wanniimata, Laka Walmuk, La sharila lak. Each time I hear these words, my heart tend to skip a beat, and for a moment, I would be taken down memory lane 2006 when my father slumped to the incessant beckons of death, while performing the year’s Hajj. I never paid attention to the words above until that year after the death of my father, and in my rambling, I promised never to nurse the ambition of going to Makkah. The following year, my Mum went to Makkah and came back. Two years later, her sister went and returned and the circus continues to date. Hardly a year comes by that a close relative of my would not go to Makkah. And the fear in my mind has evaporated, afterall, we all shall taste the bitterness of death. I wish those in the exalted cities a Hajj Mabroor. Allah ba mu ikon zuwa.
Last week, Bayo Onanuga, the Managing Director of the News Agency of Nigeria, took on Nigerians for saying the obvious. Prior to that, Kemi Adeosun, the Finance Minister tweeted that ‘Recession is just a word’, and though her media team released a statement distancing her from the Twitter account,a greater percentage of the Social Media servants stuck to their claim that the account belongs to her. Whatever , that Nigeria is in a critical situation is an understatement. Also, that power corrupts the finest soul of every generation is a ascertion that needs no validation from any person. We understand that the President is doing ‘something’ about the situation, though he is not doing his best, but why would not the power that be lets us suffer the economy recession without plunging knife into our wounds? It will make more sense if those shouting exaggeration and wailing, come over and mingle with an average Nigerian to know what he goes through everyday just to feed himself.You can not cage yourself in Asokoro or Maitama, Lekki or Banana republic, have overzealous aides working da and night for you and expect to know what recession is all about. You need to go to the jungle before you see how a lion fights to feed himself.