I am in Abuja seething with anger as I watch on television the confession of the two scumbags that slaughtered this eminent Nigerian, Professor Albert Ilemobade, in his own home and left his body to decompose in a store while they made away with his car. Professor Ilemobade was their employer and what he got for his kindness was premature death. No punishment is adequate for these two hoodlums, Daniel and Olayemi. It is disheartening to witness the utter contempt we have here for human life. In addition to the Boko Haram mayhem, we are faced with weekly slaughter of Nigerians by trailers and petrol tankers that slam into markets, buses and motor parks. Last week, eighteen promising students of Olabisi Onabanjo University, Ago-Iwoye, were taken from us when a trailer, going the wrong way, ran into their bus. Few weeks earlier, a petrol tanker veered into a busy Onitsha market, caught fire and roasted scores of Nigerians to death. Sad. Very sad indeed.
Obi
Dear Big Sister Obi:
Many thanks for the brief but very lucid account of the murder of Professor Albert Ilemobade in his own home, but left his body to decompose in a store. Please, what has emerged as the motive for such a cruel act? As you indicated with respect to the good Professor providing jobs for his alleged or confessed killers, please in what capacities did he employ the two of them?
As a staunch supporter of Amnesty International, I have over the years opposed the death penalty in variety of ways, yet this is a clear indication that the murderers of Professor Ilemobade must also pay the price with their own lives after due process of the law has been exhausted swiftly. What a waste of a precious life!
All of us mourn with the immediate (nuclear) and extended family of Professor Ilemobade; and may he rest in perfect peace, Amen!
A.B. Assensoh, Chongqing, Southwest of China.
This is Nigeria for you.Largely dehumanized.Human life worths next to nothing.
| The question you now ask is: What's kindness' worth again? Would I still be motivated to be good to other when in actual fact they're intending to drain that milk of kindness from your heart? I witnessed this sort of beastly behaviour in 2000 at Kaduna. That was the period when the ethnic and religious fervour was at its height. A man was killed by the rampaging Hausa youths, and he was fingered by his mai-guard who has a small shop in front of the house to augment his salary. He told them his "Oga" was inside. When I heard the news of Prof. ILEMOBADE'S death and the manner it came about, it was as if my heart stopped. Can I still stop my car by the roadside to pick hapless people caught in the rain? Am I still permitted by the principles of civility and courtesy to play the good Samaritan? Shouldn't I just temper my "bowel of compassion" with cold and suspicious realism? Adeshina Afolayan Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android
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Brother Adeshina:
Sorry oo, for your heavy loss back home, as we mourn with you! By the way, do you still stop by the roadside to give strangers (or "hapless people") rides, anywhere? When it comes to giving rides to needy people I call strangers, my old wise Yoruba landlord, Baba Ijebu, would say: "No way, unless over my dead body!" A great principle I now use when it comes to real strangers seeking such rides!!!
Example #1: I gave a ride to one of my former students years ago; it was threatening to rain, and I saw her under a small shed at a bus stop. Where she was going was way out of or far from my normal route when going home, but I tried to be a Good Samaritan, or "Mr. Good Man", as Baba Ijebu would say. Upon reaching her apartment, I tried to go closer to the building because it was then raining heavily. In the process, I even slightly dented the front of my car. The young woman opened the front door of the passenger side and, before storming out in anger, she said: "I don't know how you damn foreigners get money to buy such nice cars, and we don't have any cars..." It was an old Volvo, nothing fanciful, by the way! She forgot that I was not a student like herself, but her former professor!
Example #2: Another episode was after my evening class, when it was dark, at night, and I agreed to a request to give a ride to another student, this time a young guy. He instantly started: "Professor A.B., I am in a financial problem. I need money to pay my fee arrears in order to take my final exams. Can you help me?" I asked how he wanted me to help him. "Well, if you hit the pole on the roadside, we can make insurance claim," he told me, smiling, but pointing to a pole nearby. "Is that not insurance fraud?" I asked him. "Oh, never mind. I forgot that you are also dog-gone ordained Baptist minister. too bad," he said very disrespectfully before he slammed the door of my car to get out, as if I owed him anything, but with no thank you, dog! Of course, there are some other uglier examples!!!
These young people were not foreigners, mind you! When I narrated the episodes to my wife (herself an American woman), we made a pact never ever for us to give rides to ungrateful strangers, students or not.
Maybe, with poverty abound or prevalent back home (in Africa), one may understand such callous behaviors, when exhibited. But why here also, in the land of affluence? It simply seems to be human nature for some people to be beastly, cruel or callous whenever they get ready, hence the poor will be poorer and the rich richer. Amen?
Look at Professor ILEMOBADE's sad end. Well, for me to continue to live, I live by the axioms of Baba ijebu, who never had half of the education some of us have, no more by my own "book long", as he used to describe our doctorates and other professional degrees!!! Always in solidarity with Baba Ijebu!!!!
A.B. Assensoh, Chongqing, South of China.
| Dear Prof., I salute you! As usual, Baba Ijebu's wisdom derives from the burden of experience that comes with age. I cannot quarrel with that. I am in the process of gathering my own. But then, what happens to the very idea of the human society if social reciprocity is allowed to atrophy because we have had series of terrible experiences? Let me illustrate sir. I have a terrible phobia for househelps. And my phobia is motivated by a sense of moral indignation. I don't know, but it seems to me that there's a thin line between child abuse, child trafficking and the trade in
house helps in Nigeria and Benin Republic. Yet, my moral indignation wavers when one confronts the complexity of the entire practice. First, the children are sometimes willingly released by their parents when confronted with stark poverty in stilts. Second, some of these children find themselves in homes where there is a genuine concern for their welfare and future. Third, there are also homes where they are essentially instrumental means to several ends. And in these homes, they suffer indignities. Fourth, these children are also at the mercy of the child traffickers who have eyes only for the gains accruing from constant retrievals and relocations. Thus, even when these children manage to find themselves in good homes, they are no sooner settling down to enjoy the comfort of parental care and love even as house helps than they are brutally yanked back into the trade. There is a fifth dimension: children or older house helps who are purely evil. There are several reasons for such description. These children may be coming from a terrible background such that no amount of goodness from the employer will assuage. Or: they may have become so hardened by their constant juggling from one house or zone or state to another that some kind of irreparable damage is done to their psyche. Remember the recent case of the mad house maid who nearly killed a child in her care? Those are the types that killed Prof. Ilemobade. But then, again, should that blind us to the possibility that we may somehow contribute to other people's upward
mobility in life? For those of us here, we know it isn't out of place that the murder could have been committed by very close relatives of the professor. The emotional trauma would still be the same. Society runs on social action (in the strict sociological sense) and social reciprocity. How could the professor have known that these two would turn against him? Does anybody ever get such sociological early warning? Shouldn't kindness possess the capacity to deaden any diabolical intent? How much of kindness and goodness can really do that? The point is that we cannot stop helping or responding to others. What happens to the sense of who we really are? This is the real question. Would Professor Ilemobade take the entire step that led to employing those criminals all over again if given the chance? We will never know. |
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Dear Brother Adeshina:
Thank you very much for the beautiful prose, the writing my late father would have described as "Zikism" at best, but Baba Ijebu (my sagacious Landlord) would axiomatically have called "Awoism". Yet, they both answer or make the same clarion description or call: Excellent prose!
In fact, any time our late father wanted one of us (from his 48 children from his six wives) to write a letter for him to send to the QUUENDOM (UK), which he expected to have a beautiful prose (like what you propounded below), he insisted that the would-be letter writer MUST look for and to bring the then hard-cover green edition of "Oxford English Dictionary", which he also said was full of "Zikism". Do you remember that dictionary, brother?
Our father grew up in the Gold Coast when Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe was editing a newspaper in the then colonial enclave, the vibrant newspaper that got him into trouble with the British colonial leaders, who charged him with sedition; after that ordeal, he left for Nigeria, but our fathers and mothers, with their limited formal education, still made us aware that our own schooling or studies must produce in us ZIKISM.
Your treatise below (with its ZIKISM-cum-AWOISM touch) did remind me of how many Catholic priests of yore also had sway with our parents in West Africa; several of us, therefore, became Catholic Church mass servers and, sometimes, I thank God Almighty (or Allah, the Merciful) that these priests never took "undue sexual advantage" of us. Instead, they made sure that we went to school, studied well and attended catechism classes on Fridays, and also that we did not eat meat on Fridays in honor of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
Last year in June, our family back in Ghana and also overseas lost our nephew (former University of Ghana Vice-Chancellor Kwadwo Asenso-Okyere), who was part of the Catholic mass-serving crew in the early post-colonial years and, as I read his obituary at a Catholic High Mass at Legon (near Accra), I smiled (instead of crying for the heavy and irreparable loss) because -- with our nephew being a faithful Catholic mass server -- I believed that he was already in Heaven holding the keys to let us inside the golden gates when we get there one day.
Well, brother, house servants in West Africa are not worse than what my 24-year old niece was to suffer in Kuwait: she and eleven other young Ghanaian women were enticed there to work as Nannies and female house servants for wealthy Arab families for agreed-upon salaries. Upon their arrival, they saw that their job descriptions had been altered to include "satisfying the male employer's fancy". My niece got the hint and, therefore, escaped; she is still in hiding and working illegally in Kuwaiti City to raise funds to bribe her way out of the place. She hears about the other eleven cohorts, who are being "used very well" by these rich male Arabs, who in fact allow them to sleep only in their garages! Well, they pay them $50 more each month for being "obedient"!! How did they get to Kuwait? A Ghanaian company charged a fee of $1,200.00 each, and ignorant mothers and fathers entered into such "suicidal" contracts for their young daughters to be sent into modern-day slavery. Do these suffering young women have the opportunity to murder their horrible male employers? No! How sad!!!
I sincerely believe that Professor Ilemobade treated the two criminals and their families well. And his reward was to be murdered in cold blood! This is why I salute a cousin (a Lawyer) who looks at beggars with scorn! His motto is: "If I am sweating, go
and sweat too!" Of course, I see your point, but those of us still living should be guided by the suffering of those, who have paid the price with their lives as well as by common sense, but not what Baba Ijebu would call: "Book long!"
A.B. Assensoh.
Funmi, aburo mi owon: Pele o!
K’Oluwa te won s’afefe rere o.
A ko ni ri iru e mo o!
K’Oluwa tu gbogbo eyin ebi ati ore ninu. Amin o!
Love & Hugs
Pam
Pamela J.
Olúbùnmi
Smith, Ph.D.
Professor, English, Humanities & Women Studies
Secretary, Association of African Women Scholars (AAWS)
The Goodrich Scholarship Program
University of Nebraska @ Omaha, CB 123H
Omaha, Nebraska 68182
402 554-3463 (Off); 402 554-3776 (Fax)
URL www.africanwomenstudies.org
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