I’m 61, and not yet in active retirement.
3 years from now, my last child will depart for college.
At that juncture, the inimitable Iyom Electrik (aka “Fine Girl”, “Odogwu nwanyi”), and I will have a choice to make; and it will be a binary choice.
1) Return to our Estate in Anam and build the largest fish farm in Igboland. Farming and writing philosophical treatises.
But this choice carries a contingency; a dramatic improvement in security. If this fails to materialize, we will deed the Estate over to the Catholic Church to repurpose as a high school.
2) Buy a Villa or Finca in Andalusia or Porto, somewhere along the Duoro River. Immersing ourselves in the culture and farming and writing philosophical treatises.
One seeks a life of humble obscurity. Nature, music, poetry, lyricism and knowledge in contradistinction to monumentality, and power. For indeed, “Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas," ("Happy is the one who has been able to understand the causes of things").
Many friends and colleagues, amongst them plausibly the nation’s best and brightest, called it quits years ago. Seeking freedom from the oppression of a sunken place. Camus was right. A life so close to the wall is a dog’s life.
Their surrogates are the politicians and the purblind “elite” or moneyed peasants; encrustations of barnacle and weed upon the underbelly of the Leviathan, the Nigerian State. The lower forms of life, long seized control of a benighted people. A genus that turns the suffering of the average Nigerian into spectacle.
The people themselves chained in a dark, underground Plato’s cave and looking straight ahead at a blank stone wall and nourished on an infernal diet of tribalism and religion, are caught between passivity and complicity. They are no bargain. Their suffering is not redemptive.
And the intellectuals? The enablers. “Everywhere belle face”.
Time they say, is a precious thing. And I have always liked the dictum: “Time is a fugitive”*
So you see dear Nigerians, I am a candidate in this election. Vote wisely.
* (Literal, the Latin, “Tempus fugit”)
I am retired now, and last year I thought, I would go home and just chill for a couple of months. It was rough. I do go home every now and then, but I'd never stayed this long.
I should have planned the trip better. I have been away for almost 44 years, and my system has been used to a certain planet. Everything about and in me was stressed. Nigeria is a different planet.
I did not attempt to replicate my comfort and lifestyle that I enjoy in the US. I stayed in rough and tumble places. It's hard if you do that. It's tough to think, to function, you are swamped with trying to make it through the day, seeing as you are deprived of what are basic services back in the US.
Light, water, good roads, security, they are luxuries there. I have said this before, in Nigeria, no matter how wealthy you are, you are basically poor. Things need to change in Nigeria, the place needs a hard reset and a Marshall plan to replace the inchoate and decaying infrastructure and services. I stayed the entire two months, I was too lazy to try to change my flight, I would have done so.
Would I go back? Absolutely. This time, I'll simply pay for comfort, I am too old to immerse myself in the drama of incompetence. I'll go back for the spirit and the camaraderie. My friends and relatives were incredibly generous and I did not lack, but I could tell they were struggling to keep up with my spiritual, emotional and physical needs. America had defanged me and I could no longer thrive in Nigeria's jungle. Our leaders and their enabler-intellectuals should be lined up and taught a lesson, if you know what I mean. Disgraceful lot.
Sadly, there is no sugarcoating it, Nigeria is in very bad shape. And I speak from professional experience having worked with municipal government in the US for decades. Any attempt to gloss over the mess that is Nigeria is not merely dishonest, it is cruel.
Nigeria needs a cultural and structural reset, one that this version of "democracy" cannot offer. Nigerians have no idea how badly they are being governed. And you don't have to go to the West to see that. Just go next door, to an African country. It's so sad. The two months I spent there, I lost total respect for our politicians and their enabler-intellectuals. They are all grifters.