Do not follow
a person you see running away. African proverb.
After
weeks of attempts to ignore each other, they finally began to come to terms
with the objective similarity of their conditions and circumstances. They were
going nowhere. Not even a few feet away from each other. They could finally
speak with each other, a significant progress from the silent struggle for
space, fresh air, fights that no one separated, alliances that collapsed every
few hours and the imperatives of sharing very little. The normal protocols in
detention will be the existence of a leader supported by enforcers and a
hierarchy designed by length of stay, muscle, and the necessities of
maintaining order. Not here. This is not the normal cell. Every inmate here
represents the others' source and target of hostility. The cell was the world that
had locked them up, its occupants constant reminders that they all had long
chains that are not severed by walls or circumstances.
The
ground rules had been set. They shared a righteous indignation and a sense of
profound injustice. Their innocence was beyond question, a mark of honour worn
with pride and fortitude. Martyrs all, they had agreed no cause is more noble
than the other. They are champions of causes that clashed and struggled for
validation and triumph in the world outside. Here, they will share their
versions of the injustice of the Nigerian state, the inspiration behind their
struggles and the cause of their current circumstances. No interruptions, no
arguments, no challenges.
Inmate
One goes first. He is a fighter for the cause of Biafra, a nation his people
were destined to have and build into a model African nation. He had inherited
this cause from generations who had lived lives, fought and died on the margins
of Nigeria, a nation which milked his people's innate genius and enterprise. The
simple demand to leave a nation that is inherently incapable of doing justice
to his people, a demand recognized by a world which acknowledges rights
to self determination for certain cultural groups has been resisted by the rest
of Nigeria and many Igbo who prefer servitude to others than joining the
struggle for their own nation. His struggle will not end until the Nigerian
state yields. By any means necessary.
Inmate
Two states his case. He is a fighter for a nation where his Islamic faith will
not be answerable to other faiths or political systems that negate, abridge or
pollute it. The Nigerian state as it exists represents an intolerable assault
that cannot be ignored or tolerated by all good Muslims. His fight is a divine
call to resist the imposition of systems that compromise the essence of being a
Muslim. Victory is assured by Allah, Whose demands to fight to free Muslims
from non -Islamic influences and compromises is being ignored by many Muslims,
and entirely by other Nigerian non-Muslims. These are enemies who should be
fought without distinction. His war will be over when the Nigerian state
becomes a model Muslim state, or yields grounds to carve out an Islamic State
from it. By any means necessary.
Inmate
Three speaks. He is a freedom fighter for a people whose God-given wealth is
being stolen by other Nigerians. His people are rewarded with a pittance,
poverty and destruction of all other assets on land and in water. The world
colludes with the Nigerian state to pump out his peoples' wealth to areas where
life is made comfortable. Most Nigerians have fed fat from his people's wealth
under dubious arrangements that allows strangers and foreigners unhindered
access to incredible wealth that could give every youth and adult from his
communities all the benefits of modern development. This is a fight for the
life and soul of his people, a fight abandoned by many from the community and
resisted by a Nigerian state which could collapse without his peoples' stolen
assets. It is a war that can and must be won. It will not stop until the
Nigerian state is made to accept that his peoples' wealth is not available for
plunder by foreigners and other Nigerians. By any means necessary.
Inmate
Four states his case. He is a fighter in defence of his community which is
being destroyed by people from other communities. His people have been farmers,
simple folk living in peace with everyone who was willing to respect lands,
boundaries, traditions and rights bequeathed by ancestors. Until recently,
quarrels and conflicts with neighbors and strangers have been resolved through
ancient mechanisms and processes, as well as the facilitation of organs of the
Nigerian state. These are no longer effective, and his community has had to
protect itself from assaults, attacks and imminent extinction with the same
methods being employed by its enemies. It is no longer safe to wait until after
you are attacked. Taking the fight to the enemy is the only effective means of
keeping the community safe, or as safe as it can be in a situation where it has
to raise its own security and buy weapons at great cost. His war will not end
until women and children can sleep in their villages, and men can go out to
farms and markets without being attacked. By any means necessary, his community
will protect itself.
Inmate
Five says he is not a freedom fighter. He has no noble cause to champion. He
fights to survive in a nation that has not prepared him for anything other than
a life of crime. The violent crime for which he is being accused should be
visited on the Nigerian state, a nation built precariously on two pillars of
pervasive violence and subversion of all laws of the land. He is one of
millions in that bulge around a nation that is actually its uneducated,
unskilled demographic nightmare. Violent crime is only one variant among crimes
in a nation of virtual criminals, the worst crime being caught. There are
millions like him out there, grabbing and shooting their ways a day a time. One
day he will be finally victimized by the state's bullet or a lynch mob.
Inmate
Six was next. He too is a fighter in his people's cause to resist the
destruction of their livelihood and lifestyle. For centuries, they have lived a
life on constant move, dictated by the needs of livestock and the imperatives
of preserving a culture under constant threat from a rapidly-changing world.
Conflicts and frictions with settled and farming communities have been a
constant part of life, but these have been mitigated in the past by effective
dispute resolution systems and governments that designed methods of reducing
conflicts. In the last few years, however, shrinking secure grazing land,
expanding urban settlements and indifferent or even hostile governments have
combined to threaten the lives and assets of his people. Land is now the only
asset recognized by governments with little sympathy for his people. His own
asset is a nuisance and a threat, and the land he needs to sustain it and
expand is being taken away. He is hemmed in by insensitivity and hostility. He
cannot move forward without being an aggressor. He cannot stay because he owns
no place to stay. He fights for space, a job he is ill-prepared for in a nation
in search of demons. He makes new enemies by the day, losing many members of
the community to crimes and lifestyles with less stress. What is left of his
lifestyle and asset will be preserved. At all cost necessary.
Inmate
Seven sighed. He was not prepared to speak, but he had to honour a commitment.
I am the Nigerian state, he says, including its justice system which you all
accuse. I am in this cell with you because I am also accused of failing
Nigerians. I am supposed to be your protection and guarantor of you rights. I
am to mediate between your rights and those of other Nigerians. I have lost the
legitimate monopoly to use violence as a means of enforcing law and order to
crime and every grievances. I am accused of failing to stop widespread
corruption which impoverishes citizens and pushes them into desperation. I am
like a large prison, a much bigger version of this cell, in which every inmate
is my victim. I cannot provide judicial or guarantee social justice. I am
accused of victimizing everyone. Yet only I can address injustice.
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