EBERE ONWUDIWE: A TRIBUTE TO A FALLEN ELEPHANT ON ITS FOUR FEET
By
Toyin Falola
The highlight of 2020, irrespective of which continent or country you are in, is the ravaging pandemic, COVID-19. Many fell to its brutal sword, leaving families in mourning and friends in sorrow in the wake of its devastating strikes. Many more might fall as the contagious virus continues to ignore prayers, pilgrimages, offerings, and tithes. If you like, worship the Atlantic Ocean, pour libation to the River Niger, slaughter a cock to Aso Rock, COVID-19 will not listen. Its only drink is blood, and it feeds on human flesh. It hears and speaks no mild language and its numbers have even mocked the basic science and common sense of social distancing, washing/sanitizing hands, and wearing facemasks!
In my "End of the Year" review, I acknowledged the many who had big plans for 2020 but were restricted; there were also those who had thought far ahead, made plans for 2021 and beyond, but didn't outlive 2020. And yesterday, I was beset by one of the first awful news of 2021. Just barely a week into the reign of 2021, I have just lost a friend and comrade in scholarship. The world lost another worthy soldier; Nigeria said goodnight early to one of its best, a professor of vast knowledge, a sociable character, a patriotic who had a strong faith in Nigeria's growth and development. I mourn the loss of Professor Ebere Onwudiwe and equally sympathize with his family. I have known him for over 40 years. The last time I saw him was at a fish and beer joint at Abuja, in the company of the great Professor Jibrin Ibrahim, the prolific public intellectual. Trust us, we argued over Nigeria.
COVID-19 did its worst again! It has taken away a productive force in academia, now a score of them within two weeks. The world will indeed miss Onwudiwe's outstanding contributions to debates; mentees cannot imagine what blow they have just suffered. Together, we are one short of a great mind in academia. Like thousands of others, I will miss his musings, always carefully crafted with didactic pedagogy, crucial to personal growth and national development. Indeed, he was a serial and consistent writer. Just as he contributed to knowledge production in many of his books, his opinions have served as a fountain from which millions drew inspiration and engendered national and academic discourses. Some of his publications include:
If anything, they show his passionate commitment to Nigeria. As a political scientist, he combined his knowledge and vastness in politics with experience spanning longer than Nigeria's independence to produce solution-based works to make Nigeria better.
A peek into his website, www.ebereonwudiwe.com, would give insight into his thought process and how he devoted his life and experience to contribute to national discourses. I am a lover of real men and women, and like the younger generations would say, "I stan greatness." As my tribute to him, it is crucial to reiterate his works emphatically. They are his legacies. A cursory look at some of his knowledge production in the form of opinions published on his website would serve this purpose without missing out on the best of lessons embedded in Onwudiwe's world of intellectual output.
Here are five of the values espoused and derived from his works; call them a scratching on the surface of his enormous contributions to Nigeria, and by extension Africa, and you won't be wrong.
Sadly, he signed off this piece with "Dear reader, ‘Insights in Nuggets’" will be off for the Christmas holidays until January 11, 2021. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!," suggesting that must have been his last work. However, revising the title, "The Perfect Christmas Present for Nigerians," should be rewritten in conscious reality as "The Parting Present for Nigeria." While battling the menace of COVID-19 complications, he kept on contributing to national discourses, with the country's interest at the very top of his heart. A true patriot and lover of Nigeria!
Ebere was a very knowledgeable person, a pragmatic thinker, and a prolific writer who had a unique way of relating with people who were far junior to him in age and experience as colleagues. He was an unrepentant patriot who still had a lot to offer the country. This is a very untimely, shocking, and devastating loss. This pandemic has again taken away a seminal mind and political guru.
Like those in academia, Ndigbo, Nigeria, Africa, and the rest of the world, I will miss him. Like the painful loss of Pius Adesanmi in 2019, someone Ebere himself wrote about, this loss brings too much pain to bear. Mother-earth has once again swallowed one of our brightest minds amid darkness and uncertainties hovering over the land. Mba 1 of Isunjaba, so please enjoy my song as you dance to meet Chinua Achebe on
the way to heaven:
Yesterday,
The beautiful sun woke us up,
To fold our mats and get to work;
He peeps into our rooms,
To herald a new day.
But sluggishly we dragged ourselves,
seeing Ebere still lying flat,
His fortress became his enemy,
The next stage became his soul's desire.
As the sun sets the hustle and bustle of the day,
Despite the beautiful plans he made,
Our good friend has announced his departure.
Mr. COVID-19 rejected our pleas over the night,
Death summoned Onwudiwe, and he had to leave,
Now, he has left us on the bridge,
Without promising a comeback.
What is the fate of the clothes we spread?
Who will take yours in
Now that you have answered the call of death?
We chatted, laughed, hugged
and embraced the moment in every possible way.
That very night,
You seemed stable and that smile,
Assured me that you would tarry a while more,
I wish death would have told me,
That it was the very last day with you, Ebere, the Chief;
If humility alone could have stopped you,
You would never have gone so soon.
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From:
Obadiah Mailafia <obmai...@gmail.com>
Date: Monday, January 11, 2021 at 1:07 AM
The Tribute for Ebere from our distinguished Toyin Falola was so touching.
Thank you so much, egbon Toyin.
I was close to Ebere. But we had not met for 6 months. Since my own troubles
with the DSS in July and the assassin squads that were sent to hunt me down,
I have remained in hiding in a remote outpost. Up to this moment, I have not felt safe
enough to return to our home in Abuja. So, we could only communicate by phone with Ebere.
About 2 weeks ago, he called to let me know he was unwell.He said he thought it was malaria
and flu. His voice was uncommonly subdued. I had my suspicions, but I did not want to alarm him.
I counselled him to seek medical help together with observing the standard protocols. I also advised
him to do the heavy steaming using leaves of neem, pear, paw paw, lemon grass,
guava, lemon and mango. I have made those simple prescriptions to a several
dear friends and they actually recovered from Covid-19. One or two were already
knocking at the pearly gates, but they recovered. Ebere called me back a few days
later and thanked me, saying he was feeling much better.
So, the news of his passing has been devastating to my wife and myself. My wife reacted rather
very poorly when I broke the news to her. She kept quiet for 30 minutes, pacing up and down in
our drawing room, sweating profusely. She knew of my friendship with Ebere. He was one of the
few intellectuals in Abuja that belonged to a generation and mindset we could relate to and socialise with.
I have found out that many of the people who call themselves professors in Nigeria these days are
crass philistines and mercenaries. They are interested in nothing but money, contracts,
hustling for contracts, government preferments or harassing young girls on campus or pestering
children of Senators to buy them SUVs in exchange for good grades.
Whenever we met, Ebere would harangue me: "When am I coming to eat that wonderful pepper
soup that Margaret prepares so well?"
As we all know, Ebere took early retirement from his tenured Chair in Ohio. But he was active
throughout the years following. He kept a regular Column at the influential online newspaper, Premium Times.
He had kept a joint Column with a friend and colleague for several years at the BusinessDay stable.
He also published a monthly magazine focused on monitoring progress on implementation of the
Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs). He was a popular commentator on radio and TV. He also did several
consulting projects with the UN Economic Commission for Africa (UNECA) in Addis Ababa. He also organised several
sensitization workshops for the Nigerian military. He was often on the lecture circuit. We were often at the
Yar'Adua Library together. We always addressed each other as "nwannem" (children of the same mother).
No matter how long the intervening absences, whenever we met, it was always "Nwannem, as I was saying....",
and the conversation will continue from wherever we had left it.
Ebere was full of mischievous humour. We always had something to laugh about. During the last years of Ali
Mazrui, he was visiting Nigeria and our friend Okello, the Ugandan scholar, arranged for him to speak to
students at the University of Abuja. Ali was amenable to the proposal, but the students sent a reply to Okello
saying, "Yes, of course, he can come and speak to us, but, please, we want to know who is Ali Mazrui".
Ebere and I knew that we were dinosaurs now!
Ebere loved his family dearly. He was particularly proud of his daughter and his son Memme who
recently graduated from Harvard Law School. But, if truth be told, there was always a tinge of loneliness
around him. Ebere had been virtually adopted by a well-off American white family. They paid his
school fees at the expensive American College in Switzerland. He later went on to graduate school
and then set upon a successful academic career. He often reminisced upon his
difficult growing up years in Imo State and on his life as a child-soldier during Biafra.
He was never a tribal jingoist. Some of his close friends were the likes of the distinguished
Professor Umaru Shehu and others. Ebere was a great entertainer. He would often open up
his bachelor's den in Asokoro to us. (I know where your mind is going, but please, be assured
that we were not into such things). Unfortunately, sometimes when he invited me to lunch,
the food was often brought from a restaurant. We would eat in silence and not comment. But the wine was vintage.
He always kept his spacious flat in Asokoro open to visitors: "Oh, Pat Utomi came and spent
the weekend with me", he would say with a glint in his eyes.
Ebere's happiest moments were when he and Jibo Ibrahim and myself
would hit town on Friday nights to our favourite Abuja fish and chip joints. The conversations
were uncommonly lively when the long-awaited roast fish arrived. Weekends for us
in Abuja will never be the same again. Ebere was such a fixture in our Abuja landscape
that we expected him to be there forever. In this days of Laodecia, where the love of many
has grown cold, it is important that we nurture our friendships and hold them dearly.
We are left perplexed, wounded and grieving. How do we mourn Ebere? How do we celebrate
his life and commemorate him in death? What kind of devil brought this corona from the pits of hell?
De profundis ad te, Domini, clamaviam!
Obadiah Mailafia
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