What comes after the pandemic? Surely the elites shall not be part of it.

The pandemic have not just exposed us to the shambolic effect of elite cluelessness in leadership or lack of vision but most importantly, of how it has endangered our collective immunity to tolerance of their bad effect. How long shall this continue? The image of our fellow brothers and sisters in many African states queuing up, fighting while begging for handout during this period has shown, how collectively we have failed in our vision for a stable continent not to talk of statehood. From the various regions that make up the collective georegion of our Political concave, the story is just the same. What has actually happened for us to get to this point? We sold our collective right to few individuals who have made it a duty to benefit from our woes, defrauded our cognitive ability and left us vulnerable. This story is the same, everywhere in the continent as politician make promises, that can’t be fulfilled yet, we fail to hold them to account simply because our tolerance level is so high. Even when pressed against the wall, we hardly fight back but rather break the wall to give them enough space. Here we are today, as experiments in a lab of trial and error. Like Friedman sums it using Trump analogy: “Trump talks like China, envies Sweden, prepares for neither and insist that his strategy is superior to both.” This is how our response in the pandemic can be summarily explained. We have become victims of change and continuity simply because, our lapses gives room for same outcome. 

How prepared are we for what is to come?

It is projected that death would increase and poverty would grow just from this pandemic alone. We have been dying even before this but please don’t get me wrong. This is an opportunity for change and not continuity as we know it before. Are we prepared for it? Fellow Africans, our national elites have failed us and it is time we reclaim our space, if ever we hope to come out of this pandemic a better humanity. It is time we stand up for our right and ask that we be treated rightfully as bonafide citizens of this beautiful continent. Not just the touch and go of the past but fully invested to decide the fate, our fate,for it is about our lives and those of the future generation, not for the few rich, the elite whose failures we have fallen victim. The elite who take pride and benefits from our woes, who have made it a duty to ride on our, forgive me for this- collective amnesia as they would like to ridiculously refer to us. We play dumb not because we are afraid to act, we are a people with immense respect and unimaginable level of tolerance yet it cannot be business as usual. Tolerance has limit, so too is amnesia, for sometimes the rush of memory is all we need. Many diseases has been plaguing the continent some would say-Ebola, malaria even poverty itself. It only took a single act for Arab spring to unravel the northern part of our continent and beyond, never forget that. 

What can be done?

The statement “am an African” is a vision that aligns us to working as a collective, in solidarity with who, where, and when the need arises. It is not today’s vision but has unfortunately become a vision without tooth, a tooth without the jaw. It is a fragmented vision, rational though, yet remain an elitist project- spectacle of top-down chatter without vision or ambition. It is propaganda that has overwhelmingly failed to enroll the poorest of the poor, a vision shrouded in mystery. It is time, the people lead the course and cause the elite to listen. No people can be free if the least amongst them is in shackle. Government must work for all, for what is good for the goose is good for the gander. African leaders have prided themselves not in service to their people but rather have made the people servants of the leaders. Most have prided themselves visiting foreign hospitals for checkups while the poor are left to deal with broken down hospitals beds. Fighting for their life’s in limited life support machines, if ever they are working. These are not rocket science, it is simple mathematics of doing what is right. A leader remains a servant. But they have misspelt politics to mean policing, because they feel the people are beyond redemption and without an ability of reasoning. This is not a revolution against the current political class but of a thinking minds, the collective involvement of the people to choices that can leads to a better life for all. It is calls for and involves thinking on how to revive ourselves from the ruins of the select few who have played us for a fool and placed us all in danger. The elite have failed us ones again, the pandemic has expose them as shams and we are without vision as to where we may land. It is time for a more common African promise that is simple and understandable to all. 

How can this be done?

We need to put aside our nationalist sentiments, which is a convenient tool deployed at will as cover for political failures and we must wear a solidarity mask. The mask should be symbolic, not only does it prevent us from contracting future disease through fail policy, it is a tool in our hands to prevent others from contracting the disease-disease spread through political hate, incompetence, ineptitude and other political vices. Hate divides, incompetence and ineptitude shreds our collective immunity. This is how, the people’s power become captured if they fail to take action. We must dare to dream starting now, for what happens post the pandemic must show repurposing for change rather than continuity as we know it-as though nothing ever happened.  

This continent was conceived with a people but has so far been led without the people in mind. It is time we turn the tide against those who feel, we are just a pawn. 

Celestine Chidi

Collective suicide? Leadership Before, During and After Pandemic.

One of the common features of this time, is the absence of global leadership as an effectual hope in crisis period. The current international order is lead by United States of America. Coming out of the destruction of WW11, America lead an international order to restore sanity, with UN and subsequently other institutions that emerged. Let the truth be said, no other country could have pulled it better than they did because they had the skill then to make it succeed. Without ignoring other countries effort, it is collective after all, kudos to everyone who played a part. 

Fast forward to current crisis which for many people in their 50s and 60s, have never seen a thing like this before. The Spanish flu virus happened in 1918-1919, whereas, the great depression was in the 1930. So for the 50s and 60s year of age, they have a lot not to wish for. I can tell you, the coronavirus pandemic would be one of those, whether in this part of the world or elsewhere. Although we have long faced crisis with greater immense consequences. This coronavirus to so many, tests more like the last supper. Malaria and hunger kills so many but never have they lead to such potential economic disaster with total lockdown. It happened at a time when leadership is missing or have long been missed. I wish to borrow from one of the many people I greatly admire, Dr T.L Friedman, he said “In a time of crisis, like we are in now, with people feeling frightened and uncertain, leadership doesn’t just matter more. It matters exponentially more.” 

Many African states have endured many years living in crisis mood as indicated above. But most challenging of them all is the quality of leadership we have come to dwell with. Of course, someone would say, speak for yourself. But the reality is, the many years before this current crisis emerged, other continent have bought us enough time to prepare for moment like this. What do I mean? Many of our leaders past and present have had the opportunity at one time to interact with their peers outside of the continent. Many have also been opportune to, borrow from such policy if those were possible, study from it to help them formulate their own policy. Most of our continent leaders are western trained. This begs the question; what have we actually learn in such interaction or engagement to help our respective countries?

Africa is so rich with natural resources, yet many of its citizens live below poverty line. The arrival of this pandemics have laid bare what was long hiding in our mist. We are aware of it but however, we remain unprepared further down history. Paraphrasing the words of T.L Friedman, this pandemic flow into every tiny corner and pore and expose every weakness or strength in our society: how much trust we have in our government; how much social trust exists in our community to enable collaboration. This is another reason to examine what constitutes our strength for our success. They are doomed, who do not learn from history. This is the situation we face right? I can tell you, it is. 

During the pandemic, most African countries have to go the mean root of total lockdown without considerable thought to the potential aftermath. Many countries were ill prepared in so many ways. No adequate facilities in existing hospitals, actually no social security is ever in existence. People were lockdown without adequate resources to mitigate or cushion the effect of such lockdown. Government alone can not solve all social ill and requires coordination. But cooperation and coordination comes from existing trust. In the absence of these, what achievement can can possibly be? One can only hope, for “we cannot let the cure be worse than the problem itself.” It is surprising I have to borrow from Trump to make a point. It shows leaders come in different size and shape. Saying that may resonate with us even though we disagree. But here in the continent, it is going to be worse.

By the end of this crisis, many people would have been rack by the pandemic not of their lives but their livelihood. Poverty whatever it may be is sure to grow pass the point were it was before the pandemic. Another opportunity for dependency on hand out to grow at lowest strata in our society. Other issues would result to tighter security heavy handed approach. An opportunity too for self messiahs to emerge and take advantage of our collective woes. This is going to be a long stretch and a repeat of a very bad movie. We have seen this before, it is collective suicide because we were never prepare for whats ahead.

I have stopped saying, God help us, because He has given us enough wisdom. These word of Fareed Zakaria is to important to be ignored, “We need leaders who take responsibility and make choices, informed deeply by science but also by economics, politics, ethics and other disciplines. Just as war is too important to be left to the generals, pandemics are too important to be left to the scientists.” Hope the lessons that is drawn, shall form part of the learning, and many countries in the continent would be up to the task when next Mother Nature calls. This isn’t going to be the last for such an events, we have destroyed nature, and leadership more than ever is needed to rebuild 

From Celestine Chidi

Gamers in Musical Chair

Who plays such music that these chimps dance to? In such cacophonous sounds, hiding behind with their bellies protruding. Hissing to music like snakes would do with split spitting tongues. Do they know what they are doing? Someone should get a mask or we may all be infected. They are not speaking in tongues of course... I hold my breath for this. For large potbellies stand between their head, and the lower part of what is left to be called a body. Their stomach acting better than their brain. Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to say what I saw. The oozes from their month, hmmm! You can’t wait to wash with clean clothes.

Who handed the baton to those mopping fools? Standing up in lazy forms, disgusting with your fake smiles. Waving goodbye while the office files burns. Of course, what will it benefit them for the fireman to use his hose. For they have signed us off again, to the dungeon of death-rows. Whilst the paper trails goes down in flame, alleluia kumbaya is their chorus choice. For their masters word leads them to nodding frenzy- tokay gecko. Your symphonous sound of loot is from a poor widows shelf. Shame on you, Zombies of the upper house. 

Oh! Who did this to you? Indiana Jones stole all the gold, the skulls, robbing even barebones of the dead, but you, you had to  more and plus, even starving kiddies, malnourished in their mother’s womb have not been spared. See them drive off in posh cars to the gratitude of their soul. Don’t you have conscience to turn to? Must you loose even the qualms of it.

Why should I care? My pen is all I have got. Zombies of yes chamber, Feel for the ones who sent you there, for those attires have long lost the appeals of new found state. Everyday feels the same here, hyenas from the same breed, roaming this weird wide west like nothing to offer. Seeking only to devour than to spare.

UnFolding Metamorphosis

The reality of life has changed. What we use to take for granted now counts. Six feet! Words filled and formed in-transition to the other side. Now it is a living testament by distant empathy taken in every day encounter. 

Life is not what it used to be. We move around looking at each other as though, could be the one, making the six feet both a lived and after thought. Viruses spewed in ignorance. 

Fear has taken its toll on us, yet distancing makes the sorrow go round. Care and fear, life and death. None could stand to be compared. For what we took for granted now matters, never did we think it may come to this. Herein we are and there it is. Life that roared has turn to whispers.

What is life if all that beholds it is but fear. Everywhere you look, the sting of death comforts itself, for the dead die...alone and buried by strangers while their love ones shelter, yes shelter for they might be next in line, not of inheritance. The brut of death hangs just around and not too far. 

Would the courage of man by fear be ruined? For death was there before man can be. Death, the manifestation of the still unknown. For man by nature, a mortal being and life shall not cease nor ruined by fear. The living man is not dead yet, six feet is but, however it maybe, a reflection of reality in this sojourn. The body maybe weak but the spirit, yes the spirit must remain strong for what may still to come. Show love though from a distant, let the breathe of life saturate the poisonous clouds soaked in this death. 

Mother Nature at her best again. Still, the comforting hug of departed robe in console be, to fill the emptiness from deep within. May the whispers of the priest, the final touch to a dying soul keep heavens door open. Therein lay, the constant contact that make the world round. Hope better life is revealed after all this said and gone.