Tuesday 3 March 2015

When Caution Isn't Enough



                                        
My cousin Tinuke had taken my two nieces—Farida and Fadila—aged 6 and 3 respectively on a weekend treat with her friends and colleagues.  In a particular gathering filled with adults engaged in hush tone conversations, Farida and Fadila with some few other kids were playing in loud voices. Three year old Fadila, with the frenzy of a baby, had been playing with her flowing dress, raising it up and down. “Fadila,”Farida said in a draggy loud tone, the type an alarmed child uses, abruptly stopping her play with other kids, “you’re opening your body like a Christian.”

Tinuke was amazed and at the same time ashamed. The stunned, discerning adults had turned to look at the kid who had said that, trying to trace her to her mother or something. She, Tinuke, was amazed that such statement had come out of Farida (such a little girl), and ashamed at the biting eyes of adults following poor Fadila as she found her way to Tinuke’s hands with the guilt of a baby who’s been scolded for a wrongdoing.

“Where did you learn that,”Tinuke later asked Farida after they had left the gathering, cautioning her not to say that again. “Lateefa told me,” Farida said.

Lateefa, somewhat between 12 to 14 years old, had recently been invited by the little girls’ mother to help with household chores while she attends school. Born to uneducated parents who had spent a great number of their lives in the village, Lateefa holds an endearing view of Islam and is beginning to learn to speak and write good English. Prior to her coming to the city, Lateefa had barely mixed with other children from other tribes and a few from the Christian faith. She had however, learned something deep, that which could be perceived as denigrating about Christians and she’s ardently holding on to it, spreading it like a contagious illness to little children. Where she had learned it from could vary from home to her former government school or on the streets.

During the period when Jos was experiencing series of sectarian violence, my mentor was driving with his little boy in the front seat when the boy suddenly leaped up the chair as the car sped past some razed houses and said, “Daddy, see all the houses that Muslim people burnt.” The man almost choked on the steering before pulling over to inquire where he had learned that. Certainly not his home, he knew. And after several pressures, he could still not remember where he had heard that only Muslims burnt houses and killed people. The father corrected him, and taught him never to utter any hate word about any group of people or religion. Bad things are done only by bad people; and anybody, whether Christians or Muslims could be bad, he sounded that to the eight year old.
Tinuke and my sister in-law later cautioned Lateefa, and are still cautioning her, on how she would let go some other preconceived notions she might hold about other people. It’s a tedious process but there are positive results. 

Just like we don’t know when we cross the faint line and make a racist speech, so is that of religion. Caution is the word we often say. But I wonder how many people—teen-agers and adults—out there still need to be cautioned. And caution is such an illusion that some people may perceive as unnecessary or irrelevant or nonexistent. Had Tinuke and my mentor not found the words spoken by the kids as deriding, the kids wouldn’t have been cautioned, leaving the innocent children to spread prejudice and grow in hate without even knowing the meaning or its effects.

And this is another reason why caution is such a vague word. A good number of the Nigerian parents have deliberately left children, and anything that has to do with their religious knowledge or ideas about humanity, to the invincible hands.  So we are careful with what kids learn about sex, menstruation and wet dreams. We warn them about strangers, not because of what they will learn from strangers, but so they don’t collect candies and get kidnapped. Before we enroll them in schools, we inquire about schools with A-list teachers, excellent track records in school leaving examinations, fine arrangements for extracurricular activities. For those who can’t afford the expensive schools, education, no matter how it is churned out to these children, is the ultimate goal. Any other thing learned from these schools is, well, part of education. What we hope they learn about faith in these schools are lessons that will make them meek and pious. While not bad things for kids to learn these traits, we also leave the moral and the significance of all these acts of faith to be taught by the Sunday school teachers and Koranic teachers only. 

Another reason why caution may not be applicable here is because extremism, as we have taken it, is only when someone blows up everyone in a mall for his or her faith or joins a violent religious fighters or hate groups before they are termed extremist hence, only then such person needs to be cautioned. It has mostly be proven that most dangerous extremists or fanatics have the tendency to have grown with believe like playing with a Christian as a Muslim is sin and tantamount to roasting in hell, and vice versa. We sometimes laugh it off when kids say something like Farida said, but are smirked when we hear them talk about sex or breasts or butts.

Everyone talks about hate today, but we are somewhat lazy tracing it down to how it all began. Racism began by some people of a particular race believing they were superior to another race. Color had been perceived as inferior, which wasn’t really seen as a big deal. Then it degenerated to people killing other people because of their colors, and then we saw a need to stop racism. Hate word, however funny or regardless of who is saying it, is hate word. If we haven’t seen a need to trace where it’s springing from, and halting it from there, then we are not ready to curb extremism or fanaticism in the world, which so far has been a terrible scourge that is bedeviling humanity.

Monday 9 February 2015

How Did We Get Here?

It was an easy Sunday morning, following a tensed Saturday night, after Professor Jega, INEC chair, had announced the postponement of the Nigeria's general elections. Here in Jos, the wind rustles the earth slowly, softly as if in solidarity with the silence church goers and Nigerians carried after the announcement. The day the decision was to be made had been dragged long by meeting after meeting, and after several consultations, as Jega said, the chair finally announced at about midnight the resolution of the commission to shift the election, a decision which hardened the hearts of Nigerians. Largely, it is less about the shift and more about how the sense of a fizzling future is creating a kind of dementia of despair.

Four years ago, after the general elections brought President Jonathan to power, which sparked series of violence in some northern parts of the country, the government assured us that serious measures will be introduced to forestall a re-occurrence. In the intervening years, the country witnessed raging attacks from a terrorist group that seemed to have grown into fierce hulks. These attacks dragged on for so long that it is now determining the fate of our country's general elections, albeit the fear of post-election violence still rages.

'How did we get here?' A friend told me with a wearied voice over the phone after Jega's speech. 'Where?' I asked trying to play dumb. 'Guy, this state of despondency and utter fear. I'm more pained by the current state of the country than the shift. Isn't the mess we're in today the forewarning of an impending misfortune?' It is, I thought. He hung up with a very long hiss. And I wondered why it took us this long to realize our gradual transitioning into this state of despair.

We got here because of our gullibility. Ours is a kind of people who believe so much in our institutions that we throw our own conscious minds to the wind. We anticipate to know, and stay informed, from the information our politicians, pastors, imams, the media and teachers are feeding us with. That which is self-enlightening has been so relegated to the reserve because we prefer to be spoon-fed. And so when a strange thing happens, like the postponement of a general election, we turn to our spring of information to feed us on the implication of that, just like we have cheaply believed the reasons stated for the shift.

We got here because of the way we moved here. It is good, someone once said, after I complained that we moved on too fast following the occurrence of any tragedy. Don't you know, he gave his reasons, that moving too fast shows that we are not deterred by the current state of a situation? We are resilient, he concluded. And I imagined his resilience, the type he and I have constantly seen, which meant recovering too fast only to be befallen by another tragedy just before we're done ascertaining the level of our initial ruins. We have been leaving in denial, which we learned to live in by the pacifying words we hear everyday. So we move on immediately a tragedy occurs before asking questions. We move on because it never befell us. And now we wonder in great dismay that it's over five years since we've been battling terrorism. Northeast had seemed so far-flung, like a miserable desert on a desolate land that its footage and pictures on the TV is like something from war-torn Somalia. We have forgotten that we lose a part of us each time a bomb goes up in Borno or Damaturu.

Those little lost parts of us have now summed up into a whole, deciding our fate as a collective people. Five years ago who would have thought that four states, barely a quarter of the entire states in the country, will be used as a major reason why we won't be holding elections as scheduled. We gave up thinking because our government said they were on top of the situation, because all we have often done, just like our clergies urge us to do, is to pray for the repose of the lost souls.

As the Sunday gradually winds to an end, I imagine a very busy week advanced by debates regarding INEC's decision. But I hope that this critical decision will mark our desire to begin the process of knowing every little step we take. Not only the type of knowledge that we sought from politicians, clergies or institutions, but also the type which will inform us about us and about our future.

@olaomojarabi