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My phone ‘died’ on me for<br />
nearly two weeks last<br />
month. It was an<br />
unnerving experience. Unnerving<br />
because I didn’t realise how<br />
dependent I am - we all are – on that<br />
little flat gadget we can’t seem to let<br />
out of our sight for a second. It is, for<br />
many, more faithful than a dog, more<br />
intimate than a lover and more efficient<br />
than a secretary. Unfortunately, it<br />
could also be more addictive than<br />
cocaine. It is the ultimate alter ego.<br />
Embedded in those tiny chips is the<br />
entire life of their users including<br />
secrets they would not want even their<br />
best friends to know. Phones come in<br />
various shapes and sizes. But<br />
whatever the shape or sophistication,<br />
the aim is the same; to take over the<br />
life of their owners. And we willingly<br />
let them. To the extent that all you need<br />
is a day with someone’s phone and<br />
you would be able to profile the person<br />
accurately enough to live in that<br />
person’s world comfortably.<br />
The second reason it was unnerving<br />
is because it happened when I<br />
desperately needed to be reached.<br />
The first sign of trouble occurred so<br />
innocuously that I didn’t realise the<br />
gravity of it. My brother had called<br />
to say he couldn’t reach me on my<br />
regular number. I use a phone with<br />
dual sim for convenience but hardly<br />
use the other number. I looked at the<br />
phone. The known number showed<br />
no network. I shrugged thinking it was<br />
a temporary thing and continued<br />
watching my Saturday sports<br />
programme. Thirty minutes later, my<br />
wife said she was on her way. She had<br />
a function her friend had called to pick<br />
her for. An hour later, I was dressed<br />
for my own outing. I went downstairs.<br />
The car was there but the driver was,<br />
as usual, nowhere to be found.<br />
Impatient and slightly imperious, I<br />
reached for my phone. The two<br />
numbers had no network. I booted;<br />
no response. I switched off and on;<br />
no response. I had to humbly beg a<br />
security man to use his phone. The<br />
driver came scampering from<br />
nearby. He had naturally assumed I<br />
would call him. I got into the car<br />
Fact<br />
actor<br />
ory y setting<br />
wondering how we used to get around<br />
without a phone. I also realised I could<br />
neither reach nor be reached by anyone.<br />
And that made me uncomfortable. I<br />
switched off the phone for about ten<br />
minutes hoping it would reset itself. It<br />
didn’t. Just then, the driver’s phone<br />
started ringing. He ignored it as he had<br />
been told to do when driving. But the<br />
persistence of the caller made both of<br />
us uncomfortable. He glanced at the<br />
phone. ‘It’s madam’ he said. I took the<br />
phone from him. My wife had been<br />
involved in a serious accident near the<br />
stadium in Surulere. An out-ofcontrolvehicle<br />
had leapt over the kerb<br />
and railings from a side road and<br />
landed on the roof of their moving car<br />
smashing the glass and compressing<br />
the car.The driver of the offending car<br />
tried to run away on realising the<br />
gravity of his action and the possibility<br />
of casualties. He was quickly<br />
apprehended by onlookers. The<br />
disoriented driver was, wait for it, a<br />
policeman. My wife had tiny cuts on<br />
her body but there were no fatalities<br />
from either car. They were on their<br />
way to the police station at Alaka,<br />
Surulere. I looked at my phone again.<br />
The two numbers still showed no<br />
service. I felt impotent. If there was<br />
ever a time I needed to make calls, to<br />
reach out, it was then. What a time for<br />
a phone to die.<br />
Monday found us first at the police<br />
station for statements and later at the<br />
doctor’s for a check- up.Not to our<br />
SATURDAY Vanguard, , NOVEMBER 23, 2019—37<br />
surprise, the traffic officers wanted us<br />
to pay for towing the vehicle. Nobody<br />
didany ‘on the spot marking’ of the cars.<br />
Nobody attended to the victims except<br />
sympathetic bystanders who brought<br />
water, ice blocks and analgesics. The<br />
car was a write-off but it didn’t matter.<br />
Somebody could have needed urgent<br />
medical attention but it didn’t matter.<br />
No first aid was administered. None was<br />
thought of. That is how unfeeling and<br />
unprofessional our law enforcement<br />
officers are. Not to our surprise, the<br />
police were up to their usual games. We<br />
should be happy nobody died, they<br />
said. We should be happy the car was<br />
comprehensively insured, they said.<br />
We would have to pay a certain amount<br />
to get a police report and a VIO<br />
report.We were the victims, but we<br />
were to pay for towing. We were to pay<br />
for reports. We were to pay our<br />
medical bills. That is our Lagos. That is<br />
our Nigeria. Meanwhile, the drunken<br />
police officer who happens to be a<br />
MOPOL officer was not impressed on<br />
to pay for anything. In fact, he might<br />
get away free from the look of it. The<br />
police seem obviously unwilling to<br />
prosecute or even discipline him. This<br />
is unfortunate because he is an unstable<br />
officer – his wife confessed to spells of<br />
incoherence - and it could happen<br />
again. Next time it could be fatal. Next<br />
time the victim could be a top<br />
politician’s wife. Or a top policeman’s<br />
wife. Or even the DPO himself.<br />
Put together, the phone must have<br />
The first sign of<br />
trouble occurred so<br />
innocuously that I<br />
didn’t realise the<br />
gravity of it<br />
come to life for maybe four hours in those<br />
three days. I took it to where I bought it<br />
from because it was still under warranty. I<br />
was told it would have to be sent to the<br />
owners of the brand for repairs. But it had<br />
to revert to factory setting. This meant<br />
returning it to its original state. It meant<br />
transferring all the stuff in the phone’s<br />
memory to a computer in theirshop. I<br />
thought of all the sensitive, saucy and<br />
raunchy stuff on the phone not to talk of<br />
personal information which could now be<br />
available to the operator should he decide<br />
to be curious. Suppose he decided to sell<br />
stuff to a ‘yahoo boy’? I felt vulnerable and<br />
slightly naked.<br />
It also meant that my life had<br />
temporarily gone back to factory setting<br />
as well - what it used to be before phones<br />
entered it. I went back to my first love,<br />
the written word. The first three of the<br />
promised seven days were sheer bliss as I<br />
had time to read things I had filed away.<br />
But then it meant no messages to check<br />
first thing in the morning, last thing at<br />
night and a few hours in between. I started<br />
to feel cut off from my world as I had<br />
grown to know it - the world I felt was too<br />
flirty and shallow. By the end of the week I<br />
was craving for my phone like a man<br />
needing a fix and was willing to buy<br />
another phone if it wasn’t going to be<br />
ready. I thought I could do without those<br />
phone Apps because of the distractions of<br />
the social media even if that wasat the<br />
expense of a convenient access to<br />
information. But those ten days proved<br />
me wrong.<br />
The murder of Nigeria’s<br />
electoral conscience did not<br />
start when Mrs. Salome<br />
Abuh was locked inside her home<br />
and burnt alive because of her<br />
opposition to a second term for<br />
Governor Yahaya Bello.<br />
It also did not start with those<br />
policemen who flew the helicopters<br />
that threw teargas canisters to<br />
disperse voters who believed that<br />
they were supposed to come out to<br />
vote. Or with the policemen who<br />
surrendered their authority to “fake<br />
policemen” who reigned terror on<br />
the citizenry in Kogi and Bayelsa last<br />
Saturday.<br />
It certainly did not start with those<br />
‘civil society businessmen’ who till<br />
last Tuesday were hanging around<br />
Government House, Lokoja to be<br />
mobilized to address the media in<br />
support of a free and fair election.<br />
The murder of conscience started<br />
well before. It started with the<br />
electoral umpire who told Nigerians<br />
that it was going to conduct a free<br />
and fair election but in the end<br />
conducted the worst election in the<br />
history of the country.<br />
It is telling that the umpire of the<br />
war that took place a week ago has<br />
yet to invent a phrase to exculpate<br />
itself from blame for what is<br />
unquestionably the worst election in<br />
the history of Nigeria.<br />
Until 2019, the 2007 General<br />
Election conducted by Prof. Maurice<br />
Iwu was generally regarded as the<br />
reference point for election<br />
irregularities. However, no more!<br />
With what happened last week,<br />
Prof. Iwu’s record may well have<br />
been sanitized with the consequence<br />
that the blueprint for electoral<br />
success in Nigeria may have been<br />
See No Evil, Hear No Evil INEC<br />
wholly redefined.<br />
It is now being said that those who<br />
are interested in politics will no longer<br />
have to campaign. What need is there<br />
for you to campaign when it is not<br />
likely to help you.<br />
Strategists are now saying that the<br />
easier path to victory is for candidates<br />
to stock arms, compromise election<br />
officers, and buy up the security<br />
agencies. Pronto, INEC will return<br />
you as the winner. Those who protest<br />
can go to court!<br />
Indeed, the refrain from election<br />
managers has been to assert that<br />
INEC was not responsible for the<br />
security meltdown in the two states.<br />
Indeed, it has been a pity watching<br />
one of Nigeria’s finest souls, Mr.<br />
Festus Okoye who distinguished<br />
himself as a genuine civil rights<br />
advocate right from Kaduna acting as<br />
a spokesman for the electoral chaos<br />
that happened in Kogi and Bayelsa<br />
last weekend.<br />
Remarkably, Mr. Okoye’s vacant<br />
position in the civil rights community<br />
is now being taken over by the<br />
charlatans who hang around<br />
Government Houses negotiating<br />
against the truth.<br />
What a sweet thing it would have<br />
been if Mr. Okoye had taken the<br />
consistency of truth to INEC in a way<br />
that Mr. Mike Igini has been globally<br />
acknowledged to have done.<br />
Remarkably, the developments in the<br />
two states where election took place<br />
happened as President Goodluck<br />
Jonathan celebrated his 62nd birthday.<br />
Dr. Jonathan was celebrated this<br />
week as the man who affirmed that his<br />
political aspiration was not worth the<br />
blood of a single Nigerian.<br />
How remarkable it would have been<br />
if the echo of such had continued at<br />
the highest levels of government.<br />
However, the question remains as to<br />
whether the outcome of the election<br />
would have been different if the two<br />
states were not turned into war zones?<br />
In Kogi for example, Governor Bello<br />
had everything going for him after the<br />
fiasco of the PDP governorship<br />
primaries.<br />
The same violence that the PDP<br />
campaign complained was used<br />
against it in the main election was<br />
apparent in the PDP governorship<br />
primaries.<br />
Even the mannerism of the PDP<br />
candidate was something that oozed<br />
Strategists are now saying<br />
that the easier path to<br />
victory is for candidates to<br />
stock arms, compromise<br />
election officers, and buy<br />
up the security agencies<br />
arrogance that brought some to ask<br />
whether it was not better holding on to<br />
Bello with all the baggage than allowing<br />
another untested person.<br />
Similarly, in Bayelsa State, the defeat<br />
of the PDP candidate in the hands of<br />
David Lyon who many did not hear make<br />
a campaign pitch was against the<br />
background of the personal political<br />
permutations of the outgoing governor,<br />
Seriake Dickson.<br />
Could Lyon have won without the<br />
violence that shadowed the contest last<br />
Saturday? The answer remains in the<br />
realm of uncertainty given the cold<br />
shoulder the majority of the Bayelsan<br />
elites gave to Dickson’s political foibles.<br />
The answers remain hazy.<br />
But what is not hazy is that in Bayelsa<br />
and Kogi scores were killed on election<br />
eve, during the election and pitiably for<br />
Mrs. Abuh even after the election.<br />
In a saner society, the blood of Mrs.<br />
Abuh should have triggered a revulsion<br />
across political boundaries to birth a new<br />
system. But not with folks whose<br />
consciences have been deadened!