Thursday 11 October 2012


Scraping beneath our thin veneer of civilization


#Aluu4
 



I think the resonant thoughts in the minds of many folks today probably revolve round something like this: ‘Thank God I’m not from Aluu.’ For folks who have relatives, children and siblings there (I have four brothers there), well, you can guess our thoughts: ‘it could have been them.’
The brutal extra judicial murder of the four University of Port Harcourt students in the student community of Aluu, in Rivers State is no longer news. It has also caused so much hue and cry that the only folks who aren’t steeped in the supposed facts of the issue are those whose lives are also beset by problems, meaning of course, those devastated by the recent floods ravaging the country, especially the riverine communities surrounding the nation.
The story has been reported in a million or even a gazillion ways and versions. Some say they were thieves, some said cultists, others yet, mere students who went to collect debts owed them. It is a herculean task trying to sift through the ‘facts’ in an attempt to separate the truth and the lies, as only the dead students and the person(s) they went to accost can say for sure what happened, and what the root cause is of this suddenly huge issue that has led to the indefinite closure of the university and a number of youths remanded back to their homes in an interruption of their academic pursuits.
Stripping away all the unsubstantiated facts, all we have, and only care about, at this point is this: four University students were savagely and brutally murdered by a mob. Before looking at the sentiments involved, the bare facts are that there were acts of murder committed against humans who possess the right to life, a fundamental human right.
Having stated the above, we can now go on to discuss. Since when did extra judicial killings cause such hue and cry? Shockingly, the answer is: today. I distinctly remember watching a very graphic video of a lynching and burning alive of a suspected thief on the streets of Lagos last year for supposedly stealing a necklace. I watched that video and couldn’t get the imagined smell of burning skin off my nostrils for days or the actual images from flitting in and out of my subconscious. No surprise then that I have resisted watching this one. Cowardly maybe, but it works for me. I have decided to take the narrations of braver folks, who were able to watch the video, as fact. But that particular one didn’t cause this same uproar. Like I previously said, burning suspected thieves and or beating them to death didn’t start today. How then did it start and why did it become so commonplace until this recent killing?
The causative factors range from the simple ones, caused by necessity, to the more complex and psychological reasons.
Starting with the simple, the Nigerian police, in fighting crime, have been as effective as, Samuel Peters in a fight against Vitalis Klitschko, or say, Federer against Nadal on clay. Funny, but true. It was a perfectly accepted truth that looking up to the Nigerian Police to deal with robberies and burglaries was a big waste of time. It was evident that to curb the then overwhelming menace of armed robbery, pick pocketing and burglaries in Lagos as far back as twelve to thirteen years ago, the ordinary residents and citizens would have to do it themselves.
Hence began the unsavoury, but brutally effective act of beating and burning any apprehended person alive. This was tacitly, though informally approved by the government and the disinterested police force as at then. They were very effective solving marital dispute and arresting marijuana smokers than at chasing thieves or responding to distress calls, especially in the middle of the night. Hardly had a thief been apprehended than people arrived with contributing items such as fuel, matches and used tires, the last of which is abundant in the automobile congested state of Lagos. Policemen learnt to steer away from such gatherings, perhaps realizing that their ineffectiveness gave rise to it, or perhaps they just didn’t care. They knew that the thieves had no relatives interested enough to bail them, and so arresting them wouldn’t be lucrative. It soon became very normal for us kids growing up in Lagos to see burnt carcasses of humans on our way to school most mornings.
Sooner than later, this trend spread quickly to other very populated parts of the country where there were jobless youths in abundance. It then became the standard punishment for any apprehended thief proven or not in and around the country. As is often the case where good intentions are achieved the wrong way, it of course went out hand and degenerated into something so horrible, even the initial proponents of the act cringe at the mention of tires right now. One could then say this horrible practice started out of necessity.
Moving to the complex, why was it sustained? What made this detestable practice stand the test of time? Can we also attribute it to necessity? That would be delusional. We need to realize some truths first. Psychologically, humans are drawn to the gory and the gruesome. This has happened in every era of human development and civilization. The Romans and their coliseums where the gladiators fought, gave birth to the Olympics. There people, and by people, I mean average joes and janes, went to see their fellow humans kill themselves. They did this for sport. All these still exist in various ways in our lives today. They exist in sports like kick boxing, in wrestling, heavy weight boxing, e.t.c. These are merely civilized forms of violence and we cannot turn away from them as it is our nature. Furthermore, from time to time,we still require our fix of the more primitive scenes. Hence the horror movies in Hollywood, violent movies, like Spartacus et al, the expendables (wonderful movie though), viral videos of terrorist beheadings and fatal accidents spreading faster than ebola, and of course, lynchings and horrors like the #Aluu4 killings.
To prove my point, honestly attempt to answer the following: why did this video go viral in mere minutes? Why did a huge number of people stand by and around watching this horrible act and refuse to do anything to stop it? What was the attraction for those people who watched the video after learning what it contained? Oh, and just so we know, a fair number of those who stood around watching the lynching have to be students too. Why did the outcry over their deaths not start until a few days after the video had gone round? If the earlier watchers weren’t outraged after watching the video, what then went through their minds?
See, these questions have answers lying not too deeply in the psyche of the human mind. The average human mind is drawn to violence, gore and carnage. This, I believe is the one fundamental we need to acknowledge first and then try to deny ourselves this fix when the craving comes. In self help meetings to cure addictions, the first thing you are encouraged told to do is to introduce yourself and say you were and addict. Tell me, if the culprits of this horrible act are caught, by a sample of the general public, what would they do to them that would be very different from the crime they committed?
Note that I am not in any way claiming to be above this psychological defect, nor am I suggesting what is right or wrong. I am just chipping in my own two cents, (if you are generous, or one cent, as I myself think it is worth).
There have been numerous suggestions about what to do, ranging from doing same to the culprits, removing the students of Uniport from that community, by a hare-brained contributor yesterday on channels television (how she intends for that to be done she didn’t say, I think she’s most probably blonde), allowing the law take its course, which it has started to do, as I hear, to closing the school down, which has also been done, and others too numerous to mention.
I, personally have no suggestions for justice. I am not suitably qualified to profer any. I can only say, in the aftermath of all these, that efforts should be made by both the government and the community leaders (not the callous and dickless one, if you pardon my French, who approved the killing of those young men) to mend relations between the students and the community, because their fortunes are forever intertwined, as long as the school remains there. Efforts should be made to make the students (and their parents) feel secure again in that environment and the bulk of this should be shouldered by the community.
Finally, we should also say a special word of thanks to RIM, producers of the Blackberry for facilitating the exposition of this heinous crime. If not for them, believe me, this killing would have stayed where it happened – at the scene, like countless others that have gone unreported. Also, heartless bastards, when they are in the mood to perpetuate their inhuman acts of fuckery, again, pardon my French, will think twice, knowing that they could suffer the same faith we hope the #Aluu4 culprits will suffer, as a result of the existence and effectiveness of the social media. Also, to any of you who reads this and still harbours any thoughts of ‘Aluuing’any one, be well advised.
Phew!!!! I had forgotten what joy writing gives. I have to return to doing more of this. Back to an article a week I guess.


Wednesday 10 October 2012

THE UNBORN DEAD

First I am liquid, only one of many fluids,

I cause no trouble, am serene, like the druids

Even then I’m alive, though filled with uncertainty.

Thinking, what is this sac that holds me in captivity?

Time passes; I grow in body and mind.

When do I get noticed by the parent mind?

Why pour these hot fluids on me? They burn me.

Imbibe more fruits. They develop and form me.

Oh I’ve been noticed, now, no more foods come.

Aha! How restless the parent mind has become.

Now I have an idea. Too young to let me stay

And little stones come. For what purpose I pray?

Stop the stones. They turn me back to blood

Am I deformed? My limbs, they refuse to bud

Oho! They’ve stopped. Do I have time to re-grow?

I sense a larger space out. Have I enough to show?

But I have to struggle. I sense my minder worried.

Am I that much trouble? She seems so harried.

Where are you going? Oh no! I sense danger here.

Wait! Wait! My screams are not loud enough to hear

Um wait. Won’t I find out what I have to give?

Am I to be killed before I have a chance to live?

Ah! The sword of Damocles, it sucks me out of my harbour

Sliding fitfully into oblivion, I scream pitifully, ET TU' DOCTOR!