What will and can you tell us children about our fight for
freedom? Extended again,
What will and can you tell us children about our role in
history, how we survived to this point?
When people say we were rebels
When people say we were slaves
What will and can you tell us children, about our rebellion
and slavery in particular and rebellion and slavery in general?
What will and can you tell us children, so we can stop
turning our faces away or want to crawl all under the table, when they mention
our condition in the world today, we want to stop blaming ourselves
You have not explained it to us because you have not
explained it to yourself, somebody told me.
You have to know your oppressor and the nature of his
oppression and what you did about it, somebody told me.
At what point do we sit down and not argue about TV, at what
time do we sit down and tell simple stories, about our revolutionary heritage
and get it across to our children, somebody told me.
We have the longest revolutionary heritage of any people on
the face of the earth; we have fought longer and harder and against greater
odds than any people on the face of the earth, somebody told me.
Why do we children not know this?
Because if we knew this we may have loved ourselves more,
Because if we knew this, none of us would put poison in
if we knew this, we would know, that a code of conduct is
expected of us, we cannot afford to live selfishly, our conduct must reflect
the best in a whole people and when someone try to lead us in ways not of our
we should have enough sense of our own selves on this earth
to say, we are not a people who engage in things of that nature, we are not a
people who demean ourselves in that way, but for us to know this, we have to
know what kind of society produced us
So, why do we children not know this?
Inspired by Dr. John Hendrik Clarke
The Forgotten Stones
This week on KIRWA, more than 1,300 Nigerians have died due to unpaid salaries and pensions.
Also, Adeola visits the Nigerian embassy in New York, where workers have not been paid in months. Meanwhile, customers now wait outside to renew passports because the embassy is not able to repair its air conditioners, the only source of air, especially during the current heatwave, since the windows cannot be opened.
In South Sudan, United Nations estimate more than 50,000 have been killed in the ongoing civil war between those loyal to the president and those loyal to the vice-president. However, despite the fact that all countries are evacuating their citizens, Nigeria says there’s no cause for alarm.
In Zimbabwe, President Mugabe blames the West for the ongoing protests against his regime. Meanwhile, women take to the streets with their cooking pots, while police harass vendors. In the same week, thousands of Zanu PF youth partake in a pro-Mugabe protest.
Lastly, Adeola features a free private school (OPM Free School), owned by a Nigerian Pastor in Rivers State. She also challenges pastors to do more in making life better for their members.
Unable to bear the heat, customers stay outside for fresh air
The Nigerian Embassy in
New York has fallen on bad times. For months, workers have not been paid.
Neither is the embassy able to repair its air conditioners, the only source of
air since the windows of the magnificent glass house cannot be opened. Visitors
now wait outside the building while their passports are being processed!
There are no windows in the 21-storey glass building
I needed to see for myself. I’ve heard that it’s been more than a month since the air conditioner broke down at the Nigerian High Commission in New York. It was 32°C (93°F), and there are no windows or cross ventilation in the 21-storey all-glass building located on 44th Street and Second Avenue. The only source of air in the edifice is the air conditioning units.
Outside the embassy, visitors were sitting, waiting for their passports. I approached a woman with two kids, a boy and a girl. Idera had been sitting outside for hours, while her husband breezed in and out of the embassy. The heat inside was unbearable for her and her children. She showed me the boy; his face was covered with sweat. She lifted his arms; “My baby had no rashes before we came here today, now his two arms are covered with rashes from the heat. It’s like an oven in there,” she said.
Customers stay outside for fresh air
When her husband came out, he hesitated to tell her, but despite waiting for six hours, the embassy said he had to come back in two days because they were out of ink.
“You won’t believe how rude they were; they talk to you anyhow,” he said. I begged them that my children cannot come back to this heat, but they didn’t care.”
8th floor where customers are supposed to sit, empty!
Another family sat near the pillar painted in grey outside the building. The three teenagers waited patiently outside for their mother who kept going in and out. “We’ve been here for six hours,” one of them said.
8th floor where customers are supposed to sit, empty!
As soon as I got in the elevator, I thought of running back outside. On the eighth floor, the chairs were empty. The old standing fan made no difference. It was blowing heat. No wonder people sat outside. I went to the sixth floor, no air. I went to the fourth floor, no air. I went to the second floor, no air. I had to see for myself.
Standing fan on the 8th floor for customers
Getting back to the first
floor, I went to the waiting room, where about three families were waiting. Two
families gathered around a standing air conditioner, the only air conditioning
unit I saw working in the building. I was so happy to see at least one source
of fresh air, and I mentioned it to the two families. I was surprised by their
“The air conditioner
didn’t work all day; we were all sweating, so most people went outside. It was
later in the afternoon that it started working,” they said.
Families gather in front of the only Air Conditioner I found in the building
I was short of words. I
looked around the waiting room, and I was ashamed. How can this be my embassy?
I saw loose wires hanging on the walls near the surveillance camera, and an old
box television with nothing playing. Though beautiful outside, the huge
building made me feel like I was in Nigeria, at one of the ministries’ run down
The waiting room with an old box TV
A man held his newly born
baby to his chest at the waiting room,
The lobby, customers check if passport is ready
“My baby’s food is
finished,” he said. I begged the staff all day to please help us do the
passport today. We came very early, all the way from Pennsylvania; we drove for
five hours, they just dismissed me and told my wife and I to come back on
Wednesday.” They told him to come back in two days because they’re out of
laminating supplies. I was confused; I thought they were out of ink, now it’s
Teenagers catch fresh air while mother goes in
From what I gathered,
some diplomats have not been paid for four months. Some local staff also have
not been paid for two months. The mission is unable to pay for medical
insurance of staff and diplomats. So, I was not surprised to hear customers say
one man was willing to produce passports if money exchanged hands. However, I
have no means of verifying this information, because while I was in the room,
the man did not take money from visitors. They offered him cash, but he
No AC, baby develops rashes
An embassy employee
noticed me and wanted to query me. So I asked, “Are you happy working under
this condition?” He looked at me and said “no!” I told him my hope in reporting
this, is that the Federal Government will release funds to pay salaries and fix
the air conditioning. I found out even if they get money today, it could take
two months for the units to work.
Back outside, I met a man that flew in from Minnesota. “They just told me to come back on Wednesday, how am I supposed to do it?” He works in Minnesota; now he has to change all his plans and his return flight if he wants a new passport.
Several families have to come back to this heat. I only spent about 40 minutes in there, and I couldn’t wait to buy a bottle of water, which I drank in a gulp. I was drained!
For two days, I tried to get a top official of the embassy to comment on these issues. Finally, after telling me to call back again and again, the official said he needed to get approval from Abuja before he could talk to the media.
I went back three days
after my first visit, security told me there was an instruction that I must not
be let into the building.
This week on KIRWA, Nigerian workers continue to face hardship due to several months of unpaid salaries. Meanwhile, senate leaders are trying to amend the constitution to grant themselves immunity and life pension.
Also, did a Nigerian male senator threaten to beat up and impregnate a female senator at the chambers? Find out in this episode.
In Congo, Despite 15 years in power, President Joseph Kabila wants to run for third term. He also wants to delay this year’s election by 4 years.
This week, Adeola applauds the Presidents of Gambia and Tanzania for banning child marriage. Also, find out why Gambians are saying President Yahya Jammeh recently robbed the Central Bank.
In Zimbabwe, protests against President Mugabe continues after the court dismissed the case against the organizer Pastor Evan Mawarire.
Adeola also features the flooded Enugu-Onitsha road in Anambra, water scarcity in Kano, and the Power Holding Company of Nigeria buying generator.
This week on KIRWA, Lagos State bans street hawking without putting any measures in place for the hawkers.
In Zimbabwe, police beat up protesters for taking a stand against President Mugabe’s 35-year rule. However, these protesters are not giving up. In Malawi, the president suggests that hungry citizens eat rats and grasshoppers after they complained of food shortage due to severe drought.
In Ghana, the government is building a new hospital of international standard with the capacity of holding 400-beds.
Also, EFCC allegedly traced ₦2.5 billion to former Aviation Minister Stella Oduah’s housemaid’s account.
In Ekiti State, pro-Fayose lawmakers stage a rally, confessing their undying support for the governor and their willingness to go to jail for him.
Meanwhile, a Nigerian Doctor at the Federal Medical Center Bida is speaking up against impunity among the management, and that leading doctors have to perform surgeries using flashlights.
Adeola also addresses the ongoing police brutality in America, after two African-Americans were killed within 24 hours, and five policemen were killed in Dallas, Texas in retaliation.
According to one resident who recently sent me an email, people lay awake from 1am-5am to fill their jerricans, because lately that is when water starts running. But this is a luxury, because this happens only in GRA. Outside of GRA people have not seen running water since the beginning of the year. They have to walk at least 1 km to buy water. They pay N30 for a. jerrican. Not only is this unbelievable but despicable.
On the 5th of June 2016, I published an article regarding the decay in the federal medical centre here in Bida, Niger. In that article, I explained why the management should be brought to book for the careless loss of human lives there. I am sure most of you must have it. READ HERE
As expected since the publication went viral, management has tried all it can to justice their negligence that resulted in the loss of many innocent lives. Supporters to the MD in the likes of Dr. M.M amongst other shameless sycophants arose.
The management then quickly set up a committee of doctors and other staff alike to help probe into which staff leaked the information…
They are bent on smoking me out because I washed their dirty linen in public. Meetings after meetings! It is like finding a grain in a sand pile!
Different heads of departments were called and interviewed thoroughly. They are still laying silly suspicions on the wrong set of staff (Doctors and nurses Alike).
I am everywhere in FMCB, what is then the use? What if I am within the management itself? Ridiculously Stupid!
It is funny how they are bent on finding me out rather than solving the actual problem.
For the first few days, they were focused only on trying to find the culprit. The MD, Dr. Aminu Usman had no choice but to come back from his ‘unapproved’ sabbatical vacation for Hell had been let loose.
How they finally obtained the limited diesel still remains the biggest mystery.
In addition, management then gave the order to turn on the generator for two hours everyday. The time slot is from 10pm -12am.
What this now means is, should a patient require an emergency surgery, he/she would have no other choice but to wait till 10 pm when the generator comes on. Smart right?
What a joke!
I still doubt if the MD, Dr. Usman Aminu has ears. Is his counsel really from the emir of Bida?
Should I say water has improved when if it only gets pumped during the golden hours?…. It most times gets finished before noon of the next day. Who is fooling whom?
Well, No deaths have occurred since then…. A big surprise I must say! Oxygen is back in the circulation pipes (doesn’t last long but it is ok!)…
Our torchlights to help conduct deliveries are still in our bags and purses… they are still useful just incase.
The people of Bida are so naïve. I have worked and lived with them for years now and I know this as a fact. This pains me. All they do is shout behind close doors.
Before I published that article I did on the 5th of July 2016… I interacted with lots of colleagues, patients and other staff… The responses were all the same: the MD is Incompetent and has failed and should not go scot-free form the hands of justice.
It is my deepest wish that, Dr. Usman Aminu be interrogated and tried. This is why:
And it gets interesting….
Ending of Last week, the management got a call form ‘Ogas at the top’ asking questions.
But let me ask: what do you expect to hear when you ask a thief if he stole or if you ask a murderer if he just killed someone?
If the government is serious in investigating this, they should do so discretely and should not inform the management of their arrival.
They should be like the romans as they are coming to Rome. Then you’d see for yourself. This is my candid opinion.
So today, the 11th of July 2016, the management of the federal medical centre bida, organized a staged a media coverage. The night before this staged media coverage, missing diesel magically re-appeared, hospital gate repainted, oxygen flowing in pipes, water running and staff briefed (aka threatened) not to go against the script.
The media coverage today saw that no faults were detected. The entourage headed by the MD, Dr. Aminu Usman paraded round shamefully.
I desperately wanted to go off script as I trailed along from a distance.
They walked into the Accident and Emergency asking predefined questions as usual to the matrons. My God! I have never seen matrons in such sparkling smile. The ER was packed with machines and instrument. It was looking so functional with the cameramen trailing behind.
Other stops were in Pediatric ER , the Labor ward etc. As expected, Doctors were not interviewed just matrons were. They had to stick to the script for fear of the unknown.
The federal government has since given money to this Centre for the establishment of an Intensive care unit [ICU], which is still lacking. Truth is: any critically ill patient brought to this Centre, dies!
FMCB still runs on what is tagged “one point agenda”. What this means is: A small generator is used to light one bulb in all wards. It lights just bulbs with no wall sockets. More like candle in the dark.
The next coming MD should take note that it wouldn’t be business as usual. FMCB isn’t your personal fund generator. You swore to protect life, DO it and not the other way round.
I will keep talking till things change. I am passionate about quality healthcare in Nigeria.
This is definitely a huge shame on Nigeria, when the company responsible for generating electricity is seen buying power generator. If PHCN is buying generator to power their office, why would anyone believe the government is working on providing us with stable electricity? Seriously, e get as e be! This is the PHCN headquarters in Benin. VIDEO below:
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I am a Doctor in the federal medical Center Bida and it is
high time someone spoke up about how healthcare is over here. Bida is a local government in Niger state, Nigeria. As Doctors in FMCB, our hands have literally been tied, our lips sealed shut while decay rules the day.
For the past two weeks and ongoing, the FMCB is experiencing the worst drought ever! No light, No diesel, No water, No Oxygen, More deaths!
The condition as so degenerated over the past days that we doctors and other healthcare worker bring flashlights to work. Patients are instructed to buy sachet water that we the doctors could use to wash our hands.
No light to run emergency operations or investigations; no oxygen…
It has gotten so bad that Doctors temporally Bring along small temporarily generators to help charge devices, pump water and light up certain parts of the hospital. Situation has really gone bad.
Where is the MD and what is he doing you may ask. Where are the internally generated funds going?
…. The MD doesn’t care! Dr. Usman Aminu, the MD, lives in Abuja most of the time; he lectures in Ilorin and to add salt to injury, he recently traveled for the Sallah celebration despite being fully aware of the present condition.
Two days ago, I witnessed a child rushed into the pediatric emergency unit… So sad, nothing was working… I watched this child die! No Oxygen, No light…. Nothing!
In the past one week the number of preventable deaths I have witnessed due to managerial faults is heart breaking. Neonatal mortality and infant Mortality rates have been on the rise in these past week in FMCB. Where is the MD? He is on Vacation.
Today [5th July, 2016], as I pen this, my heart bleeds. We lost two neonates today and about to lose more in respiratory distress, No oxygen.
The only crime a patient would make is coming to the
FMCB because the chances that they die is far higher that surviving…. (I reject
it for you!)
Throughout the month of June, no power in the whole
of Bida (As expected! After all, we are in Nigeria where things don’t work). That aside, the past two weeks and present in the FMCB is dining with
Nothing works here anymore.
Who then is to blame? The federal Government or the
Management, The MD?
The primary blame would be on the Federal government as
usual and I completely agree with you but I Blame the Management of FMCB (Dr.
Usman Aminu) more. I will explain why.
Let me begin with this maxim: where there is will, there is the drive for
change; where the head is smaller than the crown, the neck makes a fool of the
Just as observed in every FG controlled Organization, The FG
is directly involved in the selection of the MD of that organization. These
appointed MD or ‘head’ then becomes unaccountable to anyone. Like other
‘heads’, they sing the common melody: “fund is limited”. Their pockets grow
fatter. They assume a position of selfishness regardless of their subordinates’
Who should we blame for these deaths? The MD, Dr. Usman Aminu. He should be tried for murder, his license stripped away and
he investigated by the EFCC. This cannot slide by as usual Mr. President. Let
the change you promised begin here in Bida on The MD.
This by no way is a personal vendetta; you could come and
ask for yourself…. Start by questioning the indigenes before staff of FMCB. You
would hear far worse. I promise!
This cannot go on. Why is the MD still in power? Why is he still being paid? Why should this
He pockets and diverts internally generated funds. He
employs far less that required quota of staff (both interns and full time staff
Dear citizens of Nigeria, Help tell Mr. president that
change has to come to the health sector. You might not be buoyant to travel
abroad for health treatments. I could be your child, son, daughter, father,
wife, husband, or mother tomorrow.
Let us call the health sector to order, it begins with YOU.
Would I be wrong if I am the one who speaks out? Would my job be threatened? Or better still, should I keep being the typical Nigerian who waits and prays while stroking the ego of decay and corruption? Should I be the lone voice in the whiteness? What would be my fate?
I care less! Then what do I care for? I care more for humanity. I care for healthcare in Nigeria. I care for actual change. It could be me tomorrow.
We doctors in FMCB need help and intervention…. FMCB should
be renamed a mortuary. The management has made it so.
Louise Linton spent some time in Zambia and decided to publish a book about her experience. Unfortunately for her, it’s a small world where everyone has access to the internet, including those in the “dense jungle of Africa” as she describes it. An excerpt of her book recently published by the Guardian (See below) is causing serious backlash from Zambians and other Africans who are offended by her choice of words, the white supremacy tone, the incoherencies and blatant lies. Below is a video of Zambia, the excerpt from her book, and reactions to her book.
You can read the excerpt below:
Two hours had passed – maybe three. I couldn’t tell. The
dense jungle canopy above me had eliminated what little moonlight there was and
plunged me into inky blackness deep in the Zambian bush. I lay very still,
listening for the armed rebels and wondering how long it was until daybreak,
not knowing if I’d survive to see it.
With my body shaking and my brain frozen with fear, it was
hard to remember how I’d ended up there, 6,000 miles from home. An 18-year-old
Scot and former pupil of the prestigious Fettes College, I had come to Africa
with hopes of helping some of the world’s poorest people. But my gap year had
become a living nightmare when I inadvertently found myself caught up in the
fringes of the Congolese War.
Gunshots echoed through the bush and seemed to be getting
closer. I couldn’t imagine the awful, sporadic acts of violence that were being
committed as the village was ransacked. Fear and anger for the children
consumed my thoughts. Part of me wanted to jump up and make it all stop, but
then I heard shrill screams and shrank back into my hiding place.
As the night ticked interminably by, I tried not to think
what the rebels would do to the ‘skinny white muzungu with long angel hair’ if
they found me. Clenching my jaw to stop my teeth chattering, I squeezed my eyes
shut and reminded myself how I’d come to be a central character in this horror
I could hear the voice of my mother, Rachel, in my head: her
soft Scottish accent always sparks memories of my childhood on the outskirts of
Edinburgh, where I grew up with my brother, sister and our many pets – even a
boating lake and a secret garden. We had everything we could possibly want and
were very happy – until the day when cancer took our mother from us and
everything changed forever. She was only 53.
My sister fled to college and then went travelling, while my
brother threw himself into work, following in our father’s footsteps in
property. Needing my own escape and hoping to continue my mother’s mission to
do good works in faraway places, I’d accepted a position as a volunteer at a
commercial fishing lodge in Zambia. It was the most remote country on the list
I was given and the one most in need.
“Find a bolt-hole as soon as you get there,” my father
pleaded. “Somewhere to hide, just in case.” I’d laughed and assured him I’d be
fine but now here I was on the jungle floor, in a fragile minefield of vines
crawling with potentially lethal creatures – including the dreaded rain
spiders, up to twelve inches across.
My innocent dreams of teaching the villagers English or
educating them about the world now seemed ridiculously naïve. With a cheery smile,
I’d waved goodbye to Dad and jumped on a plane to Africa without researching
anything about its tumultuous political history or realising that my
destination – Lake Tanganyika – was just miles from war-torn Congo.
Life was idyllic at first, a gap year student’s dream. My
new home was beautiful and I made close friendships with the local Bemba
people. I learned some of their language, planted a vegetable garden and
created a little school under a Mukusi tree, writing about my experiences in my
diary. I was still struggling with the loss of my mother and found special
comfort in my bond with Zimba, a six-year-old orphan girl with HIV who called
Should I stay and care for Zimba, risking my life? Or flee
to the safety of my family and break her heart?
But I soon learned that Africa is rife with hidden danger. I
witnessed random acts of violence, contracted malaria and had close encounters
with lions, elephants, crocodiles and snakes. As monsoon season came and went,
the Hutu-Tutsi conflict in neighbouring Congo began to escalate and then spill
over into Zambia with repercussions all along the lake. Thousands of people
were displaced and we heard brutal tales of rape and murder.
Then one day, without warning, armed rebels descended on our
bay. Taken by surprise, I spent a night huddled with others in an old straw
hut, hoping not to be found as we listened to the engines of the rebel boats
drawing near. The next morning, I was faced with a dreadful dilemma. Should I
stay and care for Zimba, risking my life? Or flee to the safety of my family
and break her heart? The rebels would surely return and the plane to take me
home wasn’t due for several weeks. Torn, I wept for my mother and for myself as
I hadn’t wept in years.
A mail plane arrived unexpectedly a few days later and –
with its propellers still rotating – its pilot offered me a ride. But as I made
the decision to board, Zimba ran wailing from the village and begged me to
stay. So I did, but within days the rebels came again. This time, I had no
choice but to flee alone in a desperate attempt to stay alive. For hours on
end, I remained on the jungle floor with no idea if I would make it or if any
of the people I had come to love would survive. During my months in Africa I
had become part of the same story that my mother started when she spent time
administering medical treatment to the natives of Papua New Guinea as a young
woman, but suddenly my story didn’t look like it was going to have such a happy
How had I come to be in such a place and for what? To prove
myself worthy of her? She would never have wanted me to end my days like this.
That was when I knew, deep in my heart, that it was time to go home.
My time in Zambia, and especially that long night in hiding,
is imprinted on my mind now as a defining coming-of-age moment. It was the
point at which my appreciation of the fragility of life – already shaped by my
mother’s death – was fully realized.
Now that I’m a grown woman living in California and pursuing
a very different dream – as an actress and film producer – I know that the
skinny white girl once so incongruous in Africa still lives on inside me. Even
in this world where I’m supposed to belong, I still sometimes feel out of
place. Whenever that happens, though, I try to remember a smiling gap-toothed
child with HIV whose greatest joy was to sit on my lap and drink from a bottle
of Coca-Cola. Zimba taught me many beautiful words but the one I like the most
is Nsansa. Happiness.
This week on KIRWA, the Asset Management Corporation of Nigeria published 100 big men and women owing N953 billion Naira.
In Kenya, secondary school students burn down seven hostels/dormitories, because the school refused to allow them to watch an European soccer game.
Also, three ex-Air Force chiefs are returning some of the billions of Naira they’ve stolen.
Meanwhile, the army and the Defense Headquarters keep defending the chief of army staff, Lieutenant General Tukur Yusuf Buratai, who is presently being investigated for multi-million dollar houses in Dubai.
A KIRWA viewer sent me these pictures of Sabo GRA, which he describes as a
“All thanks to our past Governor, Ramalan Yero, for neglecting late
Patrick Ibrahim Yakowa’s project, he said.
“We have confidence that Governor Nasir El-Rufai in his
mission to make Kaduna great again will look into our roads here in Sabo GRA
kaduna, and by doing, we all can shout and say “KADUNA IS GREAT AGAIN””
This week on KIRWA, 27 States in Nigeria are owing several months of salaries, and workers as well as pensioners are dying.
Also, the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) freezes the account of Ekiti State governor, Ayodele Fayose. The governor hits back at the presidency by accusing the first lady of money laundering.
In Equatorial Guinea, President Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo, who has been in power for 37 years, declares his son Teodorin Nguema Obiang Vice President of the oil-rich nation.
Also, find out why Ethiopia clashes with Eritrea at the boarder two weeks ago, leaving at least 200 dead.
In Zimbabwe, President Robert Mugabe forces thousands to march in support of his government.
A group representing the management corporation of Waja
Apartments in Taman Tun Perak, Malaysia have protested renting houses to
Africans in Malaysia. Carrying a banner with the words: “Say No To African
People,” they urged all home owners, unit owners, and property agents to desist
from renting or selling houses to people of African decent.
I received this message from a Nigerian living in Malaysia: “This is not the first time, I live here; it has been difficult for Nigerians renting
houses here. The Police maltreat us, the road traffic stop us and of recent they
ban Nigerians from using Nigerian driver’s license to drive right here, without any reason or constitution. Please help and share it to the world.”
This protest was later condemned by the secretary-general of
the Society for the Promotion of Human Rights Dr Denison Jayasooria, “It’s totally unacceptable, it is a racist act and a form
of stereotyping. This is against Malaysian values and is not in line with the
Universal Declaration of Human Rights,”
Also, the Human Rights Commission of Malaysia (Suhakam),
confirmed that there is a lot of prejudice in Malaysia against Africans.
“While there have been some bad experiences, we cannot say
that the people are all bad. There is a lack of understanding and exposure. We
must respect diversity and we must remember that people like Nelson Mandela and
Archbishop Desmond Tutu are from Africa,” he added.