[Opinion] Let me share five stories with you… (#NewLeadership Series with Chude Jideonwo)


Today, I will share a few stories.


Hearing all the calls for caution and challenges that hit young Nigerians who are concerned about changing their country and are either doing something about it or want to do something about it, including those that I have outlined previously, there can be a temptation to be dis-encouraged. You can decide that the harvest is too plenty, and the labourers too few, and the country is so hopeless and there is nothing we can do.


I have been there many times, and not too long ago. I have spent the past eight years of my life working for country in one way or the other, and trying to sell hope and working to build platforms for my generation to impact the country, but very frequently I find myself so terribly disillusioned. Like I cannot succeed where, to rely on recent history, GaniFawehinmi, Chinua Achebe,Aminu Kano and others have failed.


At those times, I have managed to inspire myself by reminding myself of five times in my life when I have felt such an incredible sense of hope and faith – in myself, in my countrymen, in change. And all those examples are Nigerian. Let me share them with you.


I was in secondary school, Mayflower, Ikenne on 9, June 1998 – I remember exactly where I was, in front of the dining hall, a few feet away from B1 Up hostel – when the fiery widow of the late Tai Solarin called emergency assembly and announced with joy to us – Nigeria’s most debilitatingdictator, SaniAbacha, was dead.


I remember very clearly that was the first time I came across this Bible verse, shared with me I think by a classmate: When the righteous proper the city rejoices, when the wicked perish, there are shouts of joy.


My joy wasn’t in his death alone, and I will notdeny my relief at the passing of GeneralAbacha, my joy was in the fact that we had been cutting and cutting at this evil tree and finally it had come down. There are many who say Mr.Abacha didn’t die because of the people battled him, but he died from poison, pure and simple.


But if you lived in Nigeria in those times – it is impossible not to have been inspired by the principles of Wole Soyinka, the strength of KudiratAbiola, the chutzpah of KunleAjibade, the defiance of MD Yusufu, the soaring rhetoric of TunjiBrauthwaite, the relentlessness of Joe Okei-Odumakin – and the many others who simply refused to be cowed by military might. We might not have ‘taken’ General Abacha down, but that collective Nigerian insistence – expressed through national activism – created the hostile atmosphere that made it impossible for AbdulsalamiAbubakarto do anything but hand Nigeria over to a democratically elected government.


Just remembering those heady times, and the excitement of change, the voices that came together, and the unshakeable faith that it spoke of warms my spirit. When I remember the soaring campaign of Obasanjo versus Falae,which I followed with excitement when when I could not vote. I remember the adverts on the NTA Network as the charismatic (or so I decidded since he was my candidate) OluFalae declared “I present myself as the candidate of that change.” He lost that election – but Nigeria, ultimately, won.


That was one example.


2007 brought two more moments. It was apparent to many that the Presidency – if not the president himself – was plotting an immoral‘third term’ for OlusegunObasanjo. At the very least, president took on an unseemly ambivalencethat reminded one of General Abacha and his suggestive deceptivesilence, and the media was awash with reports of graft – with legislators reportedly (one must note that this was never proven) receiving sums from N50 million to N150 million to propel the ‘third term’ plot forward.


I was depressed. At last, Nigeria had chosen democracy as a way of life;a keen expression of the will of the people, and we had come thus far, in light of our recent history – and then this?With confidence in the National Assembly as a house of principled people at its lowest, we all felt like it was inevitable – Mr.Obasanjo was going to unleash his unfortunate aspiration on Nigeria, one taken straight out of the playbooks of sit-tight despotic leaders.


Morning came on May 12, 2006, and before the nation on live TV, 42 senators announced their opposition to the motion, five more than was necessary to defeat it. The Nigerian Senate made us all proud and proved the beauty of democracy. It aligned itself voice of the people and killed the proposed constitutional amendment that would have allowed the country’s president to run for a third term.


Our democracy worked;our National Assembly worked. The people could defeat an unpopular government. Oh, the joy.


Now, the third example.


It was barely a year later and the man was back again. This time,OlusegunObasanjo was very determined – AtikuAbubakar was not going to continue to be his Vice President.


The combined effect of Sections 135, 142(2), 143, 144, 146 and 308 of the Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria 1999 was that the president could not sack his deputy, whose allegiance lies neither to party nor boss, but to the constitution.


An inconvenient law to be sure– I mean, a man should be able to choose his own deputy – but it was the law. And that is the essence of the rule of law – for it to be adhered to closely and not to be treated as a disposable wastebasket, even if you were the president of Africa’s most populous nation.


It looked, again, like the president would have his way – like the rule of law would be chucked aside on this trifling matter. That the courts would choose saving the face of the powerful man against establishing equality before the law.


But Court of Appeal decided differently. And, on April 16 2007, the Supreme Court followed suit, chastising the Independent National Electoral Commission for seeking to disqualify AbubakarAtiku from contesting the presidential elections.

aCombined with the Supreme Court’s April 16,


You could feel the burst of joy across the country, and the immeasurable pride we felt in our judiciary, as, you know, that much-talked-about last hope of the less powerful, nay the powerless. I felt that joy, so much so I couldn’t help sharing it on my blog the next day:


As gratitude and joy and faith conspired to overwhelm me with their combined warmth and glow yesterday, I sent this text message to tens of my friends and family yesterday:

“Fellow Nigerian, at this moment in our national life, let us take a moment and thank God for the gift he has given Nigeria in the form of our Supreme Court Justices … Chude.”

We thank God for these small, small mercies. Democracy, somehow somehow, is on course …

(In case you don’t know what I’m talking about – read today’s papers on the Supreme Court judgement yesterday on Atiku’s candidacy and INEC’s powers to disqualify vis-a-vis the constitution)



2010 presented another opportunity. I had just returned to Nigeria after a holiday and I was besides myself with anger. It is the angriest I have ever been in my life, I think.


Our president, Umaru Musa Yar’Adua was missing, for months, and we were all supposed to act like this was just one of those things.


There was an impasse in government. Mr. Yar’Adua has not handed over to his vice-president, so that he could act in his stead. Government was grounded to a halt. There was a fuel scarcity, the budget had not been signed, electricity supply was at a historic law, there was carnage in Jos, enough for the woman to march the streets in naked protest.


The clamour heightened in the media (traditional and new) that the National Assembly take action and make his vice the Acting President so the country could move forward. To stall the inevitable, Nigeria’s were hit with an avalance of dubious “he is coming in tomorrow”, “he is jogging in the villa” statements and then a dubious BBC interview. It was, no melodrama intended, an outrage.


I couldn’t imagine my sitting down and doing nothing. I was also very doubtful that my peers, famously a lethargic set, would answer a call to action? Would we risk our livelihoods, even our lives? Would we walk the talk? Would we move from social media to the grounds where it mattered most?


Nigeriansproved this two times. The first time when thousands joined Wole Soyinka, TundeBakare, Pat Utomi and others and marches down the streets of Abuja and demanded that PresidentYar’Adua return to his duty post, or the law should take its course and his deputy should assume office.


Protesters were back on the streets in a matter of weeks – and this time it was the young people. It has taken me as many weeks of planning, investing time, and money to build a coalition, and a nagging sense that we would fail because young people were not ready. Even until I boarded that flight from Abuja to Lagos, and as we sat for a few wrenching minutes at the Eagle Square, worried about just how many people would turn out, I just was worried – would this be, as the leader of the policemen who came there to intimidate us told us, “just young people dancing and then going home”?


But on that beautiful day, March 16 – also my birthday – I led over a thousand angry, fed-up young Nigerians on a march to the National Assembly, where we sat, we stood, we marched, and then we overwhelmed a human shield of battle-ready security agents, and made a triumphant march to make our point – Yar’Adua gets back to work, or gets out of Nigeria’s way, amongst others.


It was a matter of weeks before we got our request, but get it we did.No doubt deriving moral authority from common Nigerians who took to the streets and demanded rule of law, the Senate soon did the right thing, and within the ranks of a confused political class, the vice-president had been sworn in.


This was the people setting the pace for the leaders; this was a people taking their destiny into their own hands. It was a victory for civil society – it was a victory for people power.


That was another example.


I remember when I first read the proposal –a group of young peoplewho had no real money, no high-up political connections, they had little but they had a huge love of country, belief in self and a keen sense of history as the 2011 elections approached –to host Nigeria’s first youth-driven presidential debate.


Almost everyone said it was near impossible – where would we get the money? Who would give us the airtime? Would the candidates take us seriously?


How we achieved what we did was a miracle – getting airtime on Channels Television, raising the millions from a starting point of 0 naira, getting NuhuRibadu, Ibrahim Shekarau, Dele Momodu, and others to join the conversation.


Unfortunately – and this made me as angry as it made me sad – Dr. Goodluck Jonathan a self-professed youth-focused candidate, who should have enthusiastically embraced this opportunity, rather opted for a tainted youth concert on the same night in the same city, and a dubious interview with a music celebrity. He shunned this debate along with all the others he had shunned thus far.


The organisers of the debate were crestfallen – it looked like the moneyed Jonathan campaign, was about to take the wind out of our sails.


But something happened.


Ah, just to recall that moment gives me such an intense sense of satisfaction. The night that young Nigerians, at least track-able on social media, suddenly rose together with such a visceral rage: Who told them that on the eve of such an important election, a concert would impress us more than a debate about the issues that concerned us? Where the Nigerian youth stood was clear on that evening and everyday after – we knew what we wanted, we knew what was good for us, and we knew what was good for our nation.


Dr. Jonathan didn’t show up, and MuhammaduBuhari petulantly followed suit – another cause for great disappointment – but we pulled it off, and managed on one night, to focus the media nationally on the issues that concerned Nigeria’s youth.


It was a victory. It was a heart-warming victory. And it made me so incredibly proud to be Nigerian, to be young, and to keep faith.


The morale of these stories is simple, and perhaps I can capture it in a short interview I had with Genevieve Magazine last year.


Do you think your generation can make a difference – big enough to shake the foundations of corruption and cause a change?

Oh yes! Oh certainly yes! Any generation in any country can! It’s not a cliché. Countries from Rwanda to America have been changed by a people sufficiently motivated. If the question is are we ready? It’s a big NO. If it’s can we do it, it’s a big YES.

If anyone tells you that that is a lie; if anyone takes a look at the dire situation of our country, and tells you it is a waste of time to hope, to believe, to act, tell that person to go tell it to the marines. We can change this country. We have history to guide us; we have faith to motivate us.

All we need to do is build our capacity to make it happen. No bullshitting here – I am as convinced today as I was when Genevieve asked me that question last year –yes we can.

Oh, by God, we can. Do not – ever – forget that.


Chude Jideonwo is publisher/editor-in-chief of Y!, including Y! Magazine, Y! Books, Y! TV & YNaija.com. He is also executive director of The Future Project/The Future Awards. #NewLeadership is a twice-weekly, 12-week project to inspire action from a new generation of leaders – it ends on March 31.



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