Nigeria is actually a very important country of Africa, together with South Africa, Algeria, Egypt and Ethiopia. Nigeria is the first country in terms of economic power. This country can launch an agreement to bring this “big five” together and work together for the security and the development of the continent. There is a lack of powerful military leadership in the continent. This big five can begin an alliance for military and policy question in Africa. We can’t continue letting France and the US to lead our internal affairs. This can be the very important job of the new president,
For those who grew up between the 1980s and 90s, one single note of N20 in one’s hand, perhaps in your pocket, was a lot of money. In my place, during the days of my childhood, it was called ‘Muri kan’. Understandably, it was the highest denomination of our currency then, with just N10, N1 and 50kobo as other denominations of our currency in notes. Then, I remember we had 1kobo, 5kobo, 10kobo and also 25kobo as coins which were spent by all.
But, ‘Muri kan’ was so unique as well as important that it was actually called the king of money in my place. The reasons are simple. One, it was a note that commemorated late Murtala Rahmat Muhammed, former head of state, reputed for his transformational efforts within his short spell in the saddle of leadership between 1975 and when he was brutally murdered.
Two, the note, being the highest denomination of money in the land was not just what everybody had in their possession; you definitely had to work hard to earn this ‘oba owo’.
And I remember clearly, that Nigeria’s currency value, despite all the austerity measures then, that I as a littel boy used to hear people lamenting, were still very appreciable.
I will share some experiences here. My father bought our black and white 14inch television set at N230 in 1983 or so. In fact, when I was to enter secondary school in 1991, the whole fee that was to be paid as a new student was N124.50k. My father wanted to sell the TV because of this fee.
During my primary school days at IMG Primary School, Adeoyo, N4 near UCH Ibadan, my father would give just 50kobo to my elder sister and I as money for breakfast in school. Sharing formula; my sister takes 30kobo and I take 20kobo. It was like that throughout my primary school years.
I had a unique experience which keeps reverberating in my memory. In 1989, I went to the village with my father as was the practice during the holidays to move to the village to spend the holiday.
One afternoon, as I was returning from the market where I had gone to sell fire wood for just N1 after trekking God knows distance, I suddenly saw a N20 note on the floor. With fear and uncertainty, looking around and seeing nobody, I picked the money and ran as if some people were running after me to ask for the money.
What I can’t forget about it is this: that year, I was meant to repeat my primary six class having failed my first attempt at common entrance examination. I needed money to buy new notebooks. The N20 that I found was handy; I bought all the 60leaves big note books and had some change left.
My common entrance fee was also N20. It took my father a while to raise the money to pay the fee. This I remember irked my class teacher then, Mrs. Oke, who said, “you Nurudeen, you are repeating and you haven’t paid your common entrance money”. The N20 was not easy to come by, my father, God repose his soul, was just a driver in a private company. I doubt if he was earning N100 monthly then.
Today, however, I ask where is our N20 and I also ask someone somewhere to bring back our ‘Muri kan’. In my house, the same N20 note after being changed and changed and now in an annoying polymer form lies useless and worthless like in almost all homes in Nigeria.
I found one on the window in my kitchen and that was what inspired this piece. My kids don’t appreciate N20 whereas the oldest among them is just seven years old. Each time I give them either N5 or N10, it means nothing to them. I dare not spend N10 in my secondary school days in a day. You must explain how it happened.
Now, dear General Muhammadu Buhari, if you feel what I’m feeling and what the generality of Nigerians are feeling, please help bring back our N20. We appreciate those who gave us N50, N100, N200, N500 and N1000 notes as our monies but the truth is those denominations are valuable just in name. They actually don’t carry the weight, perhaps aura and blessing of that green paper N20 note of the 80s and 90s that I grew up to know.
Mr. President-elect, nature has thrown a knife of opportunity to you at last, kindly grab the wooden edge now, carve a brighter future for us and generations to come. History will reward you. This is a clarion call that our economy must be revived, our currency that stands at one dollar to N200 must bounce back.
Though, I’m not an economist, I surely know that with N500 and N1000 as our highest denominations of currency, only a little can be achieved to redeem the naira. Therefore, bring back our N20.
WHAT does Muhammadu Buhari owe a country, which has embraced him tighter than a mother? The simple answer: He must stand up. And remain standing. For four years. Without sleep.
That is the implication of the momentous events in Nigeria last week. Those who do not fully understand are congratulating General Buhari because he won an election. That is a significant achievement, considering the circumstances. But what really happened is that Nigerians won the election, in terms of the right to determine who they are, and who they want to be. In that sense, they won Buhari, not in the way you win a prize, but in terms of appointing him ‘The Sheriff of No Nonsense’.
They stood for hours in long lines in the sun to vote, and waited in hunger for the votes to be counted. They did that to recover their country, and to appoint a sheriff to serve their purpose, not his. Of great significance is that many Nigerians were stepping forward to volunteer their time and money for the Buhari war effort, for it was a war.
Nigerians who volunteered selflessly did not do so in order to select a party or an individual, but to salvage their country and yank it from the clutches of whatever monster had hold of it. For that, they wanted a Sheriff of their own definition. Four years earlier, when I publicly endorsed the General for the presidency, there were Nigerians who called me names.
They wrote up long lists of accusations and allegations against him. To be sure, at no point did I suggest that some of those concerns were invalid. Some of them still are, but it is remarkable that in the past few months, those same people worked doggedly to make him The Sheriff. Somebody was clearly hearing his message: “I don’t have money to give you…If I had I would not give you because the destiny of Nigeria is not negotiable,” or something like that.
Not simply someone, it is now clear, but many, because when you think back, he did win his party’s presidential primary rather comfortably. That was in December, but following that event, his opponents and detractors seem to have retreated into the kitchen. There, they cooked up for him every conceivable obstacle known to politics. Buhari turned to Nigerians: I just want to serve.
I want to change things because the way Nigeria is going, Nigeria has no future. Stepping out of the kitchen, they emptied the garbage heap over him. They questioned his health. His family. His education. His computer skills. His military record. His track record in every office he had ever held. They quoted him, and then misquoted him. Buhari: I want to serve Nigeria.
I have never compromised Nigeria’s resources, and I will neither do it nor permit anyone to do it. They altered their strategies and questioned the very notion of an election. They said it needed to be postponed because the nation was “at war”. They could not protect the country, they lamented, as though they had been accused of doing that. And in any event, they added, it was essential to postpone because, well, the electoral commission was not ready.
The electoral commission was using card readers and permanent Voters Cards, did anyone know that? How could they do that, who had ever heard of voting by permanent cards being read by a machine? And why had the commission not distributed all the cards? Someone was watching; a lot of them. They denied the activism and energy of Nigerians articulating a different Nigeria.
Only a few people were on social media, they argued, and they were unimportant because they did not have a vote. They discounted and denied every conceivable poll which showed Jonathan losing the election, preaching that Nigerians wanted continuity, not the change the opposition advocated.
The people of Nigeria were portrayed as somehow loving their poverty and insecurity, their darkness and weakness, hopelessness and joblessness. In an age in which stealing isn’t corruption, the propagandists also gave the impression you can simply preach probity, but not practice it. That is why they threw the federal treasury open, ferrying money by airplanes and busloads in search of pockets of greed into which to dump it to buy votes: churches, mosques, palaces, associations. But they learned, to their horror that Nigeria was still out of reach.
They misunderstood this phenomenon, mistaking it for Buhari rather than its real identify: Nigeria. Then they found out, rather late, that the phenomenon was only real, but that it was angry and unchangeable. Nigerians willed change, and change they demanded.
That mission: uprooting the untenable order and hiring a promising sheriff to bulldoze the soil and dismantle the soil of impunity that, for half a century, has mistaken politeness for weakness and indifference for complicity.
Has change come to Nigeria? Not yet, but Nigerians have changed. They have regained control. They have asserted that the country belongs to them, not to any ants that may have eaten their way into a few branches. Let us, therefore, be clear about what time it is: Nigerians did not replace one set of ants for the pleasure of another.
Their loyalty is to Nigeria, not to a replacement army of occupation. Happily, Buhari understands this. He says his will be the governing, not ruling, party.
In my endorsement of his candidature in 2011, I described him as “an opportunity”. Last weekend, Nigerians demonstrated agreement with this assessment. Not a magician, but a chance.
The Sheriff of No Nonsense. He has fought for this job for a long time, and I believe he is prepared. I am not preaching to him about what needs to be done because it is obvious, but Nigerians must rally behind their Sheriff. He can’t achieve anything if Nigerians choose to be spectators rather than members of the team. All Buhari has to do is harness the massive groundswell of goodwill he has captured, and mobilize this energy as part of the team. He is not the team, just a member. And he doesn’t have to reinvent everything, either.
There are reports on the table that are excellent. He doesn’t have to reverse everything Jonathan or PDP, either. Some of their plans and ideas are good, as are some of his people. They just have had neither leadership nor guidance. But the first order of business is to be categorical that nonsense—as platform, policy or practice—is no longer an option.
If Buhari needs any reminding, he will lead from a city in which he owns nothing and cannot afford a slice of land. That is because Abuja, like Nigeria for over 50 years, belongs to hostage-takers. Now is the time to set the homestead free so ownership and opportunity return to all, not a few. This is the challenge before The Sherriff of No-Nonsense.
Not only can he not afford to sleep, he must bring on the revolution the way they scheduled the Boko Haram war: in weeks, not months.
By: sonala olumhense
M – For the MILLION things she gave me, O – For shes growing OLD, T – For the TEARS she shed to save me, H – For her HEART of purest gold, E – For her EYES, with love-light shining, R – For she is always RIGHT and always be.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
A Mother’s smile can brighten any moment,
A Mother’s hug put joy in all our days,
A Mother’s love will stay with us forever
and touch our lives in precious ways…The values you’ve taught,
the care you’ve given,
and the wonderful love you’ve shown,
have enriched our lives
in more ways than we can count.
We Love you…
Happy Mothers Day to all the Mothers out there…
“Sometimes you meet someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share so much together; hopes for the future, dreams you long for and even the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart as you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will be in your life until the end.”
Dare to see yourself for what you really are!
Do not be limited by the judgements of others.
Do not believe the lie of limitations.
Inside of YOU is every possibility ever known.
Close your eyes and visualize your divine beauty.
Release all toxic energy and take in the energy of love.
Draw a picture in your mind where you are complete.
See your higher-self ascending to a place of peace.
Walk with the great masters in a circle of protection.
Let go of the old ways of fear and control.
Surrender to love, beauty, and peace.
There is great power in visualization; to define yourself.
Visualize yourself sitting with the great teachers.
Reach into your imagination and see what makes you happy.
From your visions take your unique gift from creation.
In your new world, choose to believe in the great beauties.
A natural soul can stand un-accosted by malevolence.
A sovereign mind is impenetrable and cannot be molested.
There is a delicate flower in your inner-most sanctum of self.
This soul-flower grows as a natural unfolding of your purpose.
It is safe, in a place where no entity or judgement can trample.
Humbly share this unique gift of yourself with the world.
BECOME! And share the unfolding of yourself with us ALL!