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Thursday 2 January 2014

Must read! An open letter to Nigeria's new generation - Funmi Iyanda

Open letter to a new generation, keynote delivered by Funmi Iyanda at the ThinkOyo 30under30 awards recently. Read below...
The thing about age is, it is catching. It’s like a hysterical jester lying in wait for the fool.
I want to tell you about Mrs Okoro. Before l turned nine, school was a vaguely irritating distraction from the pursuit of happiness in play and adventure. Every school day, I’d wear my red checked dress and burgundy beret uniform and passively submitto school. l was not a rebellious child. I was a bored child who daydreamed through classes until lunch when the school served asaro and chicken with bananas and ground nuts as snacks. That was until l got to Mrs Okoro’s class.

Mrs Okoro made letters become words, words which became stories, stories which became my life. I loved her dearly, perhaps it was transference as l’d recently lost my mother but at nine, l started going to school because she was there. One day walking out the gates after school, l saw Mrs Okoro getting into a bus ahead of me so l ran across the road to get into the same bus. I didn’t bother checking for traffic. The next thing l rememberis thinking heavenlooked rather like Akoka road. I had been hit by a car and was staring up at the concerned faces of Mrs Okoro and others. The driver was distraught; he was a student at Unilag and in the moment before pain cut through my adrenalin, l remember being happy l had been hit by a grand university student not some infernal danfo bus driver.

He took me to the university health centre where the nurses gave me a large cone of ice cream to comfort me before treating me and putting me in the big university bus home. My heart was swollen with pride as the shiny big bus drove down our dirt street in Bariga. Not a dime was exchanged, no one called my father at work, there were no mobile phones and we had no phone at home. There was no need; the system took care of me.  It was Nigeria 1980.

Recently on my way out of Nigeria, the Murtala Mohammed airport was thrown into chaos, people were sweating and swearing, passengers stranded as all electronic equipment had stopped working.  The place stank because there was no water to clean the toilets.  I watched the white airline crew walk by with barely contained derision as they gingerly sidestepped the mess. The problem wasn’t that there was no electricity at the airport, that’s normal; it was that someone had not supplied the diesel to run one of the generators.

I sat in a corner, observing people; those who fascinated me most were the band of men, mid thirties to late forties, Nigeria’s emerging business and political elite. I recognised them by their Louis Vuitton luggage, logo jacket and velvet slippers, disguising their social anxiety with an unabated desire for the pointless. Seemingly oblivious to their environment, they strutted about backslapping and rolling their r's, being cocky, rude and dismissive to everyone.

What stuck me most about these preening peacocks though, was their total lack of shame at the state of things. They are the band of new-Africa-rising, proudly Nigerian jingoists, living in a glass bubble as far removed from the Nigerian reality as you can get. For them patriotism is not a recognition of failure and a determination to redress it, but a slogan to be worn, tweeted or liked.

Later on, crammed into a rather unsanitary first class lounge, I watched them posturing for furtive young female travelling companions, clearly under instructions to pretend not to know them. The odd thing is that these are no corn farmers made good from my native Ida ogun, these lounge dwellers are very well educated and uncommonly well travelled Nigerians. A defective fraction of the immense amount of brainpower and knowledge Nigeria has produced. They help prevent their peers fulfilling their potential and a pool of brilliant thinkers, explorers, scientists, innovators and artists is lost, squandered by a nation that strangulates its best.

I often hear foreigners perplexedly comment that Nigerians are some of the best educated, urbane and confident black people they have ever met, so how come the country is so, well, Shit?

One reason staring them in the face is that, the best-educated, urbane and confident elite they delight in meeting has failed us.

The question therefore should be, what is it about the country that makes it impossible for its bright, hard working, resource rich population to organise itself into collective prosperity? What is it that turns some of Nigeria's brightest technocrats into hand wringing, head-scratching incompetents when they achieve power?

You see, Nigeria was founded as an economic proposition to collect and remit resources to the empire, with the British government entrenching a feudal, centralized, western-education-phobic elite in the North and a westernized, Judeo-Christian, anglicised elite in the south.

On departure, these elites with their distinct cultural differences but common goal of avarice became the new imperialists. Imbued with a servitude underpinned by self-loathing and a voracious appetite to mimic their former bosses, they confused westernisation for civilisation and like all counterfeiters concentrated on the surface of things. Thus, to their thinking, the more resources of the land they could coral, the more trappings of the west they could possess and the more civilised they could become.

That unwelcome process continues today. 

For this elite, the rest of their kith and kin fill them with unease and even disgust and they condemn them to poverty and a passive consumption of other people’s science, innovations, religions, art and technology as though such achievements are beyond us. They also condemn their own children to future poverty not just material but emotional and cultural. Notably the stolen wealth hardly outlives the first generation.

Each time the elite is replaced, it is by a new generation similarly afflicted and culturally insecure with the same desire to fraudulently acquire a large share of the common wealth themselves.

This is self-loathing in action. It is a terminal disease.

Our common humanity and civilisation should be guaranteed by carefully protected, ever evolving structures, systems and processes, which reflect all our highest values and aspirations. Kajola ni Yoruba nwi.

The system designed by the British was to serve the big empire. It was not designed to work for us and never will.

We all know this and every so often the government of the day will propose a state sponsored jamboree to endlessly chew the curd of that vexatious issue of reform, only to artfully spit it out when the people are sufficiently distracted by the increasingly circus-like, mad-max dystopia we are living through.

The dysfunction at Nigeria’s heart remains because it serves the interests of whichever big man muscles or cheats his way into power. (Note; I said man, the system will never allow for a woman, at least not a woman who won’t do the needful.)

But what about the people? What about the youth?

The subtext of Obasanjo’s recent letter to Jonathan is what they used to call two fighting boy and boy in the streets of Shomolu. The people can sense this it is not their fight; they are as disconnected from the elite as the elite are from them.

They know their place is to submit and dream. They want to be the next big cat. They have no real distaste for those who have stolen their future; often they just want to replace them. The grudging admiration seeping through their envy fuelled whimpers of protest reveals fragile egos easily stroked by association with those who have raped them, then thrown them a bit of Vaseline and warm towels.

They desire to be the ones at the airport with the designer bags and unplaceable accent. The one’s who are gearing up to follow the path of those before them. To flaunt luxuries but live in situations so far removed from the vision of life those luxuries where designed for. When Karl Lagerfeld designs each Chanel bag he cannot possibly envisage it may end up in a place where the carrier can be dragged out of a car and raped in daylight with witnesses and no repercussions. Yes that happened. The baubles do not make us civilised, a country built on a political structure that allows the creativity, innovation, and talent of all to thrive does. 

Nigeria in 1980 was by no means a perfect place but would my counterpart in Shomolu today have a Mrs Okoro or such access to public health care?

Let us sound a warning to our "betters," as they push and pull the country one way and another in their hustle; it is untenable, there will be a snapping, one, which no one can predict.

So what shall we do? What will the young intellectual elite of today do differently?

A youth cultural revolution of ideology and values perhaps? Jettison the hypocrisy, the pseudo religious, anti women, anti children, anti poor patriarchy. Turn away from the bigotry, the megalomania, and the cultural bravado. Free yourselves and your future. Speak the truth to power and each other, not just on twitter, to face. Refuse to participate in the racket, the hustle, and the lie. Be better than that which is on offer.

Thatcher, a deeply polarising figure, but outstanding leader once said;

“Watch your thoughts for they become words.
Watch your words for they become actions.
Watch your actions for they become habits.
Watch your habits for they become your character.
And watch your character for it becomes your destiny.
What we think, we become. "

 Start now before you become the company CEO, the minister, the commissioner, the senator. Lead from within and without.

Abraham Lincoln once said of citizens desiring change; make me. Make your elders and leaders take you seriously. Help the few good men and women in power by showing there is a generation who can and will stand with them. Insist on the structural and constitutional changes that which will free our collective creativity, innovation, science, ideas and culture.

Civilisation is neither westernisation nor exclusive to other climes. It is building a society on values and institutions designed to protect not the strongest but the weakest as we are only as strong, as honourable, as respected and valued as the sum of our weakest parts.

Now what? My job is to tell stories with context, sometimes l don’t know the end. Write your own ending. Shape history.


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Anonymous said...

Amazing piece! Wow!

Anonymous said...

Fantastic letter Funmi, but this is only a case of do as i say and not as i do cos you frolick with this people, they give you millions for those your visionless programmes that never succeed and you come here to advise. why were you not saying this when you were collecting millions from them? abegi, na person wey no know you go waste time on this your so long a letter. go and ask Mo Abudu how to run tins jare no take noise wahala our already tired heads. abi na letter you wan take gain relevance again?????

Anonymous said...

Thanks Aunty Funmi. I like your reference to the "big-manism" in our society. I've dissociated myself from many friends cos of this. That egotistic elitist air that many young Nigerians carry around simply disgusts me. BTW, I was born in the year you jumped across the road to join Mrs Okoro. Lol

Anonymous said...

Leta ko, wasika ni. have you ever discussed like this with Tinubu, Alao Akala and the rest of them? park well jare. youths, read the letter correct your thinking in your little corner but please don't go and start anything that will put you in trouble oo

Anonymous said...

Stop complaining about length we all read longer and useless things, i can't believe Nigeria was once like that in 1980 i'm shocked, but yeah i do agree that we are not patriotic and we have so many brilliant people there's no reason why Nigeria should not prosper, i remember growing up and having this mindset that PDP was the enemy, i don't know how right that is but i do know we Nigerians really need to pray because it's not enough to just elect the right person, as difficult as it might be to accept, corruption is deep rooted in our nation and that is always going to get in the way of whatever we try to do
Love from Miami

Rasheedat Olarinoye said...

in summary, Nigerians are the problem of Nigerian!

Anonymous said...

Shut up,because he or she said it's too long,its now a that isn't stupid and not our country's problem,what have you done to make this country better?

Unknown said...

Dis letter make sense die...

AGB said...

I'm also up for such too. As a matter of fact, I've been looking to network with Nigerians who see beyond the surface & are willing to commit to building this nation beyond it's already great potentials. I'm tired of d bullshit we've collectively subjected ourselves to man.

AGB said...

I'm also up for such too. As a matter of fact, I've been looking to network with Nigerians who see beyond the surface & are willing to commit to building this nation beyond it's already great potentials. I'm tired of d bullshit we've collectively subjected ourselves to man. I keep screaming that change comes from everyone of us,but Naija folks sit around hating & cursing each other trading blames as to who's responsible for the nation's state of shambles

Anonymous said...

@MrsBankyW, u re just plain stupid for that comment.............@ Galore, maybe u should take the pain of reading the piece, perhaps u will see a reflection of ur stupid self........u just made a disturbing comment on the NAIJA guy that kiled his wife is the US yet u cannot read what can change urlife and that of ur entire I weep for NIGERIA and the youth of these nation, we really need to change our approach and perspective on alot things.

Anonymous said...

Clearly the system isn't working under male leadership. Why don't they give females a chance? Who knows.........

Anonymous said...

Very inspiring we Nigerians really need to change our mentality and cultivate d habit of reading imagine some people complaining is piece of information is too long for them to read. We need to change so we can have a better tomorrow.

Unknown said...

Which has exactly been the issh with this nation! If you try it, SSS will come mop up guys for illegal gathering- reason why those fellas really "No Send"!!! The system is cursed!

Mujer Casada said...

\My respect for your journalistic ability and views don triple oh. that is my girl. That is what I am TALKING about. Nail on the head. REAL NAIL ON THE HEAD!!! People say we are writing letters and talking. How else do you agree that something is wrong and therefore work to fix it if everybody's mouth is shut??????? Funmi and others keep writing. The pen cannot be silenced. it remains the most powerful weapon ever. People will read the written word over and over. Spoken words often fly over heads, especially in this day and age of poor education and short attention span. Oh yes, write my dear Funmi Iyanda.

Anonymous said...

Too long. Senseless letter. U wan contest election abi Funmi and u dey try to buy people heart, mtcheew.

Anonymous said...


Anonymous said...

Funmi Iyanda who is actively promoting a foreign homosexual culture in Nigeria is talking about over westernization? Is she drunk or what? Or is this another strategy from her pay masters to get susbstantive follower to sodomize after her failed attempts on the television?

Unknown said...

Funmi,this letter should not be directed to the youth because it's not meant for them. Use your platform to get what you feel out there, maybe one day it will get to the appropriate quarters. That the youths are materialistic is not their making,its the norm and you are part of it and it shouldn't bother you that you were not recognised or that they were non challant to the decay around them. What would you have had them do?

Ope said...

On thing I like to do after reading articles like this on the internet especially on Yahoo or other News websites is to read the comments. I used to think the whites are senseless bunch of people when I read the rubbish they comment. I am still struggling to believe some Nigerians are the same. This beautiful woman just gave us A FOOD FOR THOUGHT and some idiots keep insulting her. God go help una o.

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