On Nigeria’s Millenials

1. Today’s youth irritate you because, often than not, the height of their engagement with anything Nigeria is a sneer. How sophisticated and worthy!

2. Beyond Nigeria, they have only engagements so-called. Slogans and cliches and outright naïveté.

3. The effect is a generation that’s certain someone owes them something, who imagine that being young and uncertain are values positive.

4. One acknowledges that these kids are thermometers of all that has come before. What I do not understand is the sense of entitlement arising from thoroughgoing complacency.

5. My generation came of age in the noughties. Arriving in a dislocated space, for the immediate generation were in Diaspora mainly, we self defined and self generated ourselves. We are on the wane, of course, and the point of the decline is fittingly 9/11.

6. Behind me, I see next to nothing concrete, the effects of points 1 to 4.

7. The generation prior to mine found themselves in strange encounters with exile. It just may be that, for mine, exile will be chosen because we have lost the language of experience and cannot seem to get across to the younger. Perhaps it is in the space of our absence that today’s young will finally look themselves in their society’s eyes and see their arms and legs and brains for what they truly are.

8. Perhaps, then, we shall have more than a sneer as the height of engagement.

– Ra.


On Prizes As Motivation for Writing

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I think it is a motivating factor, but it is not all there is to writing. Nor do I imagine that writers write in order to win prizes. Let me explain. Prizes are, in their nature, arbitrary and I have always thought that a prize is only as good as the quality of work on the long list. A longlist is entirely at the discretion of the judges, who have their tastes in literature and persuasions in politics, and which judges a writer cannot know until they are announced by the organiser. It is simply impossible to write to order in order to win a prize.

However, prizes are very important in the visibility a well-organized prize gives to the writer and his work. And then there is the monetary value, of course, which can make one feel good and be more comfortable in the high-risk game that is dedication to writing. So, prizes do motivate, but prizes are never why a writer writes. If his or her writing is to be any good that is.

Richard ALI

On What To Do When Women Shine

Aisha Ahmad, nominated to be Deputy Governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria
To those chaps on social media in Nigeria forming “conservative northern men” re: Aisha Ahmad‘s nomination as Deputy Governor of the Central Bank, here’s what to do. When she formulates policy and gives directives, feel free to refuse to comply or feel the effect. Only then will I know you truly have virile penises.
The present conservatism is disturbing only because of its pretence. The idea that a generation of young educated men from the north would speak as if they believe any strict homogeneity exists in the region can only be a deliberate pretence. Sadly, this is the pretence that fuels fanaticism and extremism.
The north has always had its variety and flexibility. Your fathers curried the favourable intervention of Rupert East’s Fulani wife not seventy years ago. Your own grandmothers would laugh you out of your minds and then curse and divorce you if you tried half what you try with your sisters and wives each day. And even today, you must feel the pressure from the number of women in the region who call you out, new voices being added each day. And you think the way forward is to put your head in the sand eh? Listen to me, the women are here to stay and they will be your colleagues, your bosses, and there is nothing you can do about it, if they have the stuff upstairs. That is the only arena that counts. So you too can shine. That is where you should do battle, not becoming a tailoring consultant or a dealer in headscarves.
I do not care to defend Aisha Ahmad. I thank her only for demonstrating exactly what the inclusive, cosmopolitan spirit of central Nigeria is–it is the attacks on this inclusivity that I mourn when I am sad about my hometown, Jos, for example. And I wish her the very best at her new role in the Central Bank.
– Ra.

On this CAN SUKUK Issue


 I think this is one of those instances where CAN has gotten it sadly wrong. A cursory study would have seen that the FGN’s SUKUK Road Development Fund is for the purpose of building selected roads, which are specific and have been listed. Secondly, it is structured to appeal to Muslims especially in only one key matter—the issue of interest which they are forbidden to earn. To do this, what is earned is not in fact interest but a profit—which is called jara (in my Jos Hausa) and is perfectly allowed for them. How is this profit generated? By building the roads from the proceeds of the subscription and then leasing these roads for a seven year period for which FGN pays a rent. It is this rent that is then divided to all subscribers in proportion to the number of units they bought. Thirdly, what happens after seven years? The roads become the property of FGN and your initial subscription is returned to you.

Now, to the gravy. The rate of return on the subscription is set at 16.47% and is compounded twice a year no questions asked. Even the best alternative funds give, currently, around 18%, compounded quarterly, and you are at the mercy of the markets.

When CAN takes up the trumpet that the FGN SUKUK Fund is to “islamize” Nigeria, I ask whether the roads built with the funds will be used by Muslim travellers only? When it speaks of foreign Arab investors buying subscriptions, I ask whether they did not read that the roads revert to the FGN after seven years? When the full details are HERE?

The effect of this time of unintelligent criticism is that gradually one stops being taken seriously. And this would be a sad, sad place for an organization like CAN. We saw this process happen when the Pentecostals were busy yelling their heads off about the former administration being a god-sent. We have seen it with the inevitable loss of relevance when earlier, extremely blind and partisan criticism from the North attended the Goodluck Jonathan presidency, with the wholesale manufacture of conspiracy theories. We have seen it too, not two years in, in the criticism currently attending the Buhari administration. We see it most shamelessly in the quite comical opposition of the thoroughly incompetent and delusional Shehu Sani in Kaduna State. Why court this disastrous effect?

Me, I bought my fifty kobo units because even though it does not yield me the best returns in the interim, I think it is important to put my fifty kobo where my mouth is regarding support for this government (despite my disappointments) and development for the country. My thinking is, if we cannot help, let us not hinder. And that is the core of all that is sad about this criticism from CAN.



NB:  1. I presently identify as an Unbeliever, with no religious beliefs whatsoever, even if my background is one acutely familiar with the issues of indigenous protestant Christianity, Pentecostal Christianity and all the country’s variations of Islam from Sufi to the Wahabis.

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On This Moment

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Happy. On a morning when I don’t have a car, all engagements shifted to later in the day when the mechanic returns it. I have Fatoumata Diawara playing, the love song called Kanou, from the album Fatou. I am working on the revised edition of a memoir of a much older friend of mine, a babban yaya na, who was at the centre of the convulsions of my country in the crucial year 1966, and in the period since then until the mid-90’s. I’ve decided already yesterday to put some money in a mutual fund, having asked advice, and in the government’s new SUKUK development fund. My sisters are settled into their lives and are thriving. As are all the people I care about. My lawyering is going well. Most of my books are shelved.

And I think, maybe this is happiness? This morning thing. You hear songs of a land whose language you do not know but every verse is spoken in beauty. You are not afraid of any possible cash calls in the next two months. You have nowhere to go when you do not have to go anywhere. You wish to travel to East Africa again, but that won’t be until months yet and you are certain it will sort itself out. I’ve just brewed a coffee on a moka pot I’ve actually come to enjoy using. And this here is now happy.

I’ve been thinking about something I read recently, about happiness not coming from things. The writer wondered if a French caveman a thousand years ago was not exactly as happy as a French investment banker today. And I thought, how interesting. It is possible that for that caveman, that hut was the state of the art and he was indeed happy. Just as for our man today the apartment with a view to the Champ Elysees, or whatever it is investment bankers want to view, makes him indeed just happy. To each his own. To each his precise balance of chemicals in the brain.

On behalf of Fatoumata Diawara, who is now singing Makoun Oumou, and my half mug of excellent Uganda coffee, I salute you, my friend, my brother. Here’s to the little things and to our this moments.

To My African Friends Concerned About the News From Nigeria

It is true have been having serious separatist issues, accompanied by hate speech, spearheaded by someone called Nnamdi Kanu who wishes to channel the nostalgia for the short lived Republic of Biafra. We fought a civil war over that in the 60’s. He is a charlatan who was coddled too long until he got out of hand. It was a serious issue, including ethnic hate speech and violent extremist violence too.
A few days ago, the Army submitted its analysis that his group is a terrorist group. The state governors from the southeast have proscribed the organization yesterday. We are waiting to see what happens after. There was some tension even in my hometown, which is in the north-central Nigeria, but it’s been contained.
So, don’t worry too much. Now you see a bit of why I laugh at you guys for your political impasses. Nigeria is far more complex, the crisis is as routine as the corruption is vast. This is a federation overheating, but this is also a federation that always manages to let off steam.
I’m okay. Thanks for the concern.
– Ra.

On Meeting Imam Ashafa


Richard Ali with Imam Ashafa today at the Search for Common Ground Multi Stakeholder Joint Planning & Development Process meeting.

As part of my governmental/non-governmental engagement, I attended this meeting today where we workshopped and networked with various groups engaged in peacebuilding in Nigeria. The height of it all was getting to meet and greet Imam Ashafa, one half of the world famous Nigerian story of “The Pastor and the Imam”  which centres on dealing with conflict. In these times of hate speech and tensions, it’s important to salute people who have shown there is a different, better way out that insists on putting people at the centre of all actions. The idea that human life is important to be preserved always and the best course of action is the one that leads to greater happiness of the greater number of people. That all people are brothers in humanity.

“In the 1990s, Pastor James Wuye and Imam Muhammad Ashafa led opposing, armed militias, dedicated to defending their respective communities as violence broke out in Kaduna, northern Nigeria. In pitched battles, Pastor James lost his hand and Imam Ashafa’s spiritual mentor and two close relatives were killed.

Now the two men are co-directors of the Muslim-Christian Interfaith Mediation Centre in their city, leading task-forces to resolve conflicts across Nigeria.

The Imam and the Pastor tells how they made this remarkable transition. It is both a moving story of forgiveness and a case-study of a successful grass-roots initiative to rebuild communities torn apart by conflict.”

One must remind oneself, sometimes, why one does what one does and how even when our idealism is not-understood and unpopular, that we are not alone in this, this foolish, important, crucial fight for an idea that should win.

– Ra.


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