Corruption And Nigeria: A Thick Cloud By Daniels Adeoye

Corruption And Nigeria: A Thick Cloud By Daniels Adeoye


It was everywhere, the youths were gathering, I felt the urge, “Nigeria is coming back” it was tagged an exploration of the big idea for the future. With a thirst for change that makes me nervous at the sight of such opportunities to be a part of change, I took the bold initiative, registered and was invited. We started the event late, the Nigerian time syndrome we all said, no one bothered to question them, all we wanted was to be a part of this  change  that  was  about to start and patience was a luxury we could  all afford. The event took off with presentations by different speakers, and the icing came at the break out session where we all went to the sessions of our choice, being a bit politically inclined, I joined the others of my kind, the anchor at this time was a colleague, a front liner on my card till that day, he had been part of several initiatives, he had clamored for change.  At his tender   age, it was wrong to say he had done nothing. He spoke of his exploit which we all applauded then the straw that would smash the Carmel’s back, he reminded us of the 2011 general election in the nation Nigeria and how he was called as a youth leader to be a part of a meeting,   and when it was time for them to leave,, millions were brought out of which a million was his share, all they had to do was to mobilize for the politician in question. It wasn’t whether he deserved the post; it was against everything he had stood for until that time, at first he hesitated, but then he realized someone else was already on ground to take it should he refuse. It was a split second decision and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by; he took the money, shared his experience with joy with a warning that we should never let such opportunities pass us by too when they come. It was his initiation into the real politics of corruption in Nigeria and he wasn’t ashamed to share it.


I had attended several events and still the void felt so strong, I felt I could actually spearhead something different, told my friends and there, we started our organization. Our first event was a huge success considering attendance, the venue which was a conference centre, the quality of speakers, content and media coverage. One of our speakers, a prominent father in the nation gave a fascinating account of his experience in the nation and how the country had failed on a number of grounds. He spoke of how corruption had eaten deep into every sphere of the economy, and concluded with a fact that made the audience give him a standing ovation, he said, “only a drunk takes two steps forward and five steps backward, but the question is his, is Nigeria a dunk?” weeks after our event the same father, was confirmed as a government official by the same government official he criticized at the event. I could remember how surprised and confused  a friend was, he ended with a cynical  assertion, “ if he can be a  part of the people he  just crucified, did he then come to lie to us, and  he made us believe there was hope, maybe  it is not  worth it after all” as the president, I didn’t have the luxury of voicing everything out, I had to maintain  my composure, but deep within me, I was more  confused than my friend.


Unlike a lot of friends who thought maybe we were doing anything real of substantial, my roommate in school, Kayode didn’t, he had lost faith in the fight for corruption in our Country Nigeria. At first I thought he  was  just  being cynical, but after  a chat with him  and he narrated  his reason, all I could say was, “it is  well” Kayode had someone who started like us, he hated everything that  looked  like corruption in his university days too, he did more than  us, he took the  battle to the gates! He had influenced Kayode so much that all he wanted to become was like his brother. All that would turn the tides around for his brother was just a Local Government appointment after school, he was appointed a Special Adviser to a Local Government Chainman and the story changed. He started justifying everything he had fought against, and it didn’t take more than six months according to Kayode for his brother to buy six cars! He wasn’t even a chairman; he was just a Special Adviser! It was too much for my friend to handle, that destroyed his morale, and he lost faith in the system. Nothing impressed him anymore, he was always   waiting for when everyone would fail, even our own initiative, and I wouldn’t blame him, I was scared as I was then just as I am now. I know he wouldn’t see it as news to hear that out of fourteen of us who started our initiative, in less than a year, four have pulled out, and the reason, perhaps more on me than any other.


The cloud that hovers over the nation is thick and sometimes looks irredeemable. The leadership of the nation has justified everything that should have been judged. People who stole have come back to be honored and celebrated by the nation which begs the question, why should anybody want to do right, when right bags to honour? Why should anybody want to die for the nation when the   nation would not even remember one’s grave? Why should I want to risk my life for the nation when I know that I can be left to rot at the valley of option at any time? All that is needed is money and your fate is decided. The recent controversy that bedeviled the nation as regards the nation’s Aviation Minister is a mockery of the whole process of democracy, it got worse when a group of youth led a pro Oduah rally, saying she should not be haunted, one begins to wonder, where exactly is the future of the nation? While the cloud that hovers over us is thick, it is not enough reason to loose hope in the possibility of this nation. Though the path is not clear, and like Martin Luther King said, “….i may not know when…” but I know someday, it will all be worth it.  To those who still fight the good fight, those who still believe in this nation, keep the flags up, one day, maybe one day, our dreams for this nation will walk.
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It was everywhere, the youths were gathering, I felt the urge, “Nigeria is coming back” it was tagged an exploration of the big idea for the future. With a thirst for change that makes me nervous at the sight of such opportunities to be a part of change, I took the bold initiative, registered and was invited. We started the event late, the Nigerian time syndrome we all said, no one bothered to question them, all we wanted was to be a part of this  change  that  was  about to start and patience was a luxury we could  all afford. The event took off with presentations by different speakers, and the icing came at the break out session where we all went to the sessions of our choice, being a bit politically inclined, I joined the others of my kind, the anchor at this time was a colleague, a front liner on my card till that day, he had been part of several initiatives, he had clamored for change.  At his tender   age, it was wrong to say he had done nothing. He spoke of his exploit which we all applauded then the straw that would smash the Carmel’s back, he reminded us of the 2011 general election in the nation Nigeria and how he was called as a youth leader to be a part of a meeting,   and when it was time for them to leave,, millions were brought out of which a million was his share, all they had to do was to mobilize for the politician in question. It wasn’t whether he deserved the post; it was against everything he had stood for until that time, at first he hesitated, but then he realized someone else was already on ground to take it should he refuse. It was a split second decision and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by; he took the money, shared his experience with joy with a warning that we should never let such opportunities pass us by too when they come. It was his initiation into the real politics of corruption in Nigeria and he wasn’t ashamed to share it.


I had attended several events and still the void felt so strong, I felt I could actually spearhead something different, told my friends and there, we started our organization. Our first event was a huge success considering attendance, the venue which was a conference centre, the quality of speakers, content and media coverage. One of our speakers, a prominent father in the nation gave a fascinating account of his experience in the nation and how the country had failed on a number of grounds. He spoke of how corruption had eaten deep into every sphere of the economy, and concluded with a fact that made the audience give him a standing ovation, he said, “only a drunk takes two steps forward and five steps backward, but the question is his, is Nigeria a dunk?” weeks after our event the same father, was confirmed as a government official by the same government official he criticized at the event. I could remember how surprised and confused  a friend was, he ended with a cynical  assertion, “ if he can be a  part of the people he  just crucified, did he then come to lie to us, and  he made us believe there was hope, maybe  it is not  worth it after all” as the president, I didn’t have the luxury of voicing everything out, I had to maintain  my composure, but deep within me, I was more  confused than my friend.


Unlike a lot of friends who thought maybe we were doing anything real of substantial, my roommate in school, Kayode didn’t, he had lost faith in the fight for corruption in our Country Nigeria. At first I thought he  was  just  being cynical, but after  a chat with him  and he narrated  his reason, all I could say was, “it is  well” Kayode had someone who started like us, he hated everything that  looked  like corruption in his university days too, he did more than  us, he took the  battle to the gates! He had influenced Kayode so much that all he wanted to become was like his brother. All that would turn the tides around for his brother was just a Local Government appointment after school, he was appointed a Special Adviser to a Local Government Chainman and the story changed. He started justifying everything he had fought against, and it didn’t take more than six months according to Kayode for his brother to buy six cars! He wasn’t even a chairman; he was just a Special Adviser! It was too much for my friend to handle, that destroyed his morale, and he lost faith in the system. Nothing impressed him anymore, he was always   waiting for when everyone would fail, even our own initiative, and I wouldn’t blame him, I was scared as I was then just as I am now. I know he wouldn’t see it as news to hear that out of fourteen of us who started our initiative, in less than a year, four have pulled out, and the reason, perhaps more on me than any other.


The cloud that hovers over the nation is thick and sometimes looks irredeemable. The leadership of the nation has justified everything that should have been judged. People who stole have come back to be honored and celebrated by the nation which begs the question, why should anybody want to do right, when right bags to honour? Why should anybody want to die for the nation when the   nation would not even remember one’s grave? Why should I want to risk my life for the nation when I know that I can be left to rot at the valley of option at any time? All that is needed is money and your fate is decided. The recent controversy that bedeviled the nation as regards the nation’s Aviation Minister is a mockery of the whole process of democracy, it got worse when a group of youth led a pro Oduah rally, saying she should not be haunted, one begins to wonder, where exactly is the future of the nation? While the cloud that hovers over us is thick, it is not enough reason to loose hope in the possibility of this nation. Though the path is not clear, and like Martin Luther King said, “….i may not know when…” but I know someday, it will all be worth it.  To those who still fight the good fight, those who still believe in this nation, keep the flags up, one day, maybe one day, our dreams for this nation will walk.
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