Monday, March 21, 2011

Monologues 2: Between Enough And Too Much.



I sail smoothly over the sea of your affections, your laughter the calm waves that gently rock my boat providing rhythm for this journey. I am the boatman and all I know is the general direction we both want to sail in- forward. I do not know what nautical miles are, nor do I know North- east by east.

The feeling I get is of not wanting to dock, of sailing until night covers day. And since I want to be here until that time, since I love this rush of blood to my head, since I cannot think of an end to this ethereal laughter, I tell you how I like to lie when night falls. I tell you how much I love your sea, but that because of the insects in the air, I like to lie, face-down, alone, with you in the sea all around me.

You pause. I must have taken the wind out of your sails. It doesn’t kick in immediately that I might be sinking my own boat. The waters are receding and the waves disappearing.

The old man asked if you met a boatman. You shook your head and added, ‘I know no boatman’. Suddenly my eyes are grainy and my throat is dry. I look at my hands, callused from rowing, a chill running down my spine. It is not that I expect you to claim me as your boatman, but these past few weeks at sea have been so perfect, so real.

You say you were sad when I spoke about nightfall and how I like to lie. You think it was too soon, you are not ready to know how I like to lie- it’s too far off, you say. You do not like to speak of the night or of distances beyond what you can see. I have sinned, for dragging your consciousness into uncharted waters, for speaking of tomorrow. And for my punishment I shall not expect to inhabit the sea alone. There shall be other boatmen, you declare.

I do not know what to make of this now, that I feel your gentle waves splash against the sides of my boat. Do I keep on sailing as you have asked me too, feel your waves, close my eyes and let you show me heaven? I want to. I take hold of the paddle, and shut my eyes. I do not see heaven. All I can think of is, another boatman taking my place.


Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Monologues 1. Waiting to Exhale

This city blows an enervating breeze. I am neither cold nor hot. I want to breath, but not this air. I want to walk, but not these impersonal streets; not with my detached neighbour who cannot tell my moods. I want to lie, but not by myself; not in this massive mess that is my room.

Our connections made in that small rectangular room, cross through capitals, and blow you as you stand. You need your feet to think, all is spinning around you. But you laugh, sweetly. Still you laugh, and I close my eyes and imagine that NYC apartment or maybe you in front of your dance class, holding the phone, waving at your fellow dancers who pass by, saying to me, I miss you.

I too, want you to stand. But I cannot stop the world from spinning around you. I am spinning too; everything is blurry, everything but you in front of me- the smile, the long brown locks, the bridge of your nose... And as you wonder how fast is too fast, or if we will crash, I think only, thank goodness my nose is not as long and pointed as yours, for then it would be hard to kiss you. I am silly I know- I am worried about dust on my shoes in a time of war.

I will put you down, so you can catch your breath, so we both can. I will be here while you find your feet. And if when you stand you are still dizzy, I will carry you home. I will not ask for another dance, for whether we dance again or just sit and watch the stars, I will be happy just being under the same sky as you.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

FROM THE ARCHIVES...

FACING THE DEMONS

(From the diary of a young lawyer)

Monday

Something tells me today is not a good day. I am in at a few minutes past nine as usual and don’t expect my boss in until about ten or eleven. I wonder how long I will have to practice law like this and in this unhappy state. I wish I had more precedents and that I didn’t have to find out everything myself from scratch. I miss the days when I looked up to seniors who were sure about the state of the law and challenged you with exact positions and authorities.

Suddenly my work accident on Friday has become an issue and I wonder if all this is worth it. I accept liability but resent the tone and language of my boss who seems not to care that certain words are used only on battle fields. Salaries are overdue by one day and I can’t wait to cash my cheque. The girl who sells credit on the corner has been eyeing me strangely since I asked her to give me a one thousand five hundred naira MTN recharge card on credit. I miss my red wine- my supply has since run out and my car is low on fuel.

Tuesday

I am taking my time. This particular Federal High Court where our matter is, sits at 10am. As is typical on court days, the boss appears on edge and slightly hyperactive. I stay out of her way and go to court on my own in a taxi. I am tired and don’t feel like driving. I get to court at 9am and I know it’s going to be a long wait. This is bad because I am in no mood for chit-chat or saying anything to my boss. Suddenly she goes into manic-hysteria mode because she forgot the case file in the office. I pity the secretary whose job it is to prepare her things for court, even though clearly it is not her fault. She transmits a good dose of that hysteria through the phone, barking and threatening. The driver gets his own share, for the boss has to use his phone, seeing as she also forgot her phone. I stand by and watch all of it, telling myself, I could never take that from someone whose only edge over me is the privilege of a head start and some more money (I admit that’s quite an edge!).

Court doesn’t sit and the embarrassing hysteria has gone to waste. She still has some left in her though, the boss! For me and for the Secretary. This must be the juiciest part of the hysteria for as soon as we get to the office I hear words said to me that I would not let even my father say to me. ‘Never talk back to the boss’, I say to myself, ‘especially if the boss routinely forgets that not everyone she pays is her docile driver’. ‘Calm down,’ I add, ‘you are probably her first real non-domestic staff as the sole boss, so she must forget from time to time the difference’.

But it does not abate. I ask myself what I have to gain by staying. ‘Just the salary’, I tell myself. So I finally fight the mental dread called insecurity; that fear of losing the security of paid employment even when one is completely unfulfilled and is treated less than desirable dignity.



Wednesday

Twenty four hours after emailing my resignation (and giving one months’ salary in lieu of notice- I feel power in giving the now ex boss money!) and feeling the weight of the world off my shoulders, the depression begins to set in. Suddenly there seems to be no structure in my life. Suddenly nowhere to rush to at 9am. Suddenly I miss the screaming in Engliigbo at ancillary staff: “Friday! When you get there, kpoo the man!” or “Blessing! nyem the land line...”

Gratefully I get a brief from an old friend needing emergency legal services: a partnership agreement to be signed in Lagos in 24 hours. Thankfully, something to engage me at my most fragile (and impecunious) moment.

I deliver at the end of the day and they like it! And I get my cheque!!!

Thursday

My good friend and senior Musa introduces me to the Magistrate courts. Before now I have never been to the Magistrate courts as a legal practitioner because of the policy of the ex-boss of not going to Magistrate courts. I have always thought it slightly presumptuous for someone of her legal experience but of course I don’t ever say that to her. The Magistrate court is quite interesting. I am appearing with Musa in a fraud case. The matter just before ours is between a landlord and tenant. The Plaintiff, an elderly Igbo man, glowers at his tenant who has managed to stay in his house for an extra 4 months on a legal technicality. She grins, stopping short of sticking her tongue out. The man takes the box.

““And what do you do for a living?” The metrosexual looking lawyer asks his client.

“I am a pastor in private practice” The client replies holding his head up, as if there was something inherently noble about not just being a pastor but one in private practice.

I can’t hold myself. I put my head down and laugh. It feels good and I cannot not remember when last I laughed heartily and sincerely on a work morning. I am happy.

Friday

I am surprised that this High Court is sitting today. The registrar told me once that the Judge didn’t sit on Fridays. I am here to hold brief for someone in a matter under the Undefended List. I scan my brain to remember if my ex-boss has any matters in this court. My quitting wasn’t particularly with hugs and kisses so I am not looking forward to seeing her bespectacled face anywhere around town.

My Lord is fond of going off at tangents and discussing politics and religion. In fact , once he asked his registrar to go get his Bible so he could tell a story about a man in the Bible with my name. Today he is discussing a man of God in Anambra whose sermon touched him. Then he goes on about the bad roads on the way to the East as he was going for his learned brother’s mother’s funeral last month. ‘I led the delegation’, My Lord declares proudly. The lawyers in the first few rows upon who My Lord has his intent gaze, all nod in acknowledgement of the immensity of his task and the greatness of the risk on the road. My Lord smiles and chips in something about the sad state of the country before going ahead with the case at hand. A young lawyer beside me is hissing and looking at the time. He seems like he would rather be at the Corporate Affairs Commission pursuing some company name Availability or Legal Search which his boss has no idea about.

I head for the Corporate Affairs Commission to file ‘same day’ incorporation. I see one of my former colleagues. It seems like one month already. He tells me the ex-boss has employed two men to replace me. I am happy for her. She must miss calling me 19 times every day to keep tab on things. And to be honest I also miss the rumbling feeling in my stomach when I see her 11th call and I need to go to eat or use the bathroom.

Friday evening is NBA meeting. Maybe I will see the ex boss, maybe I won’t. I wonder if the ex-boss resents me for just leaving without notice or if she realizes what I think of her.

I will go for the meeting and be bored and have a beer to drown out the annoying rowdiness of lawyers struggling for food like ravenous wolves at the end of the meeting. I will tolerate the annoying old lawyers whose anthem is always ‘wait for your time’ or ‘these young lawyers have no respect’. It is campaign season and I wonder how many young lawyers will be pressured into stepping down for their seniors at the bar. I will try to ignore the questions in my head each time I realise that perhaps fifty percent or more of lawyers at NBA meetings are from the same ethnic group; (knowledge of that language is crucial to understanding any serious side talk.)

Friday night is club night and when I am on the dance floor no one will call me a young lawyer or scream at me or ask me to wait for my time. I won't need to know anyone or any specific language to feel comfortable. There will only be laughing and vodka and loud, mostly Nigerian, dance-hall music. And I will dance until my knees start to ache.





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Thursday, November 18, 2010

DORIS DE HOUSEGEL (a story in Nigerian pidgin)

Ma name na Ogedengbe. Ma mama na Catholic. Ma papa too na Catholic before moto jam am for front of Mama Buchi shed were e dey go buy Aromatic Schnapps. Ma granpapa wey bin dey go COCIN* before e die, talk say na becos of drink na im ma papa enta Catholic Church. And na de drink com kill am. Ma mama no dey drink becos she talk say na only yeye woman dey drink. Beta woman no go follow man drink. Na dis tin worry me pass when I first see Doris wit beer one night afta we do Oga pikin marriage party for house. Me na cook I be for Oga house. Doris na de housegel. Dat night na two tins make ma mout open like mumu.
De first one- even if all of us for boysquata don gossip am finish- na dat Madam boyfriend wey dey come house somtimes wen Oga go London. No be say she get boyfrend na im shock me. Na say, dat day e get mind come de party wey Oga do for house. I bin see dem for back of generator house, de man hol am from back. People plenty inside house plus Oga, dey drink, dey dance. Me I jus mind ma business jeje comot for dere before I go enta wetin pass ma power.
De second tin na afta de party for night wen I comot for ma room for B.Q. see Doris dey drink Gulder for can. I bin don dey like am dat time na im make de tin wory me. Wetin ma mama talk just dey ma head. But I tink am say, Doris no be like yeye woman. Any time Madam dash am somtin, she dey dash me from inside. Even if na clot Madam dash am, she go carry am com show me. But no be dat one make me like Doris. She sabi talk to peson, no be like de oda housegel wey den sack- Blessing. Ha real name na Itoro but she change am to Blessing wen she come town from ha village. Itoro sabi quarrel. Ha blood too dey hot. Na so dem talk say she bite ha husband for yonder wen she hear say e get anoda pikin for anoda village near deir own. But Doris no be like dat. She no get bad word for mout and she no dey gossip workers for Madam place like Itoro.
Me an Doris dey go Anglican wey dey for junction becos e dey near house. Doris mama and papa dey go Qua Iboe church for their village. Na so she tell me.
E bin dey be me like say Doris don dey like me. She bin dey enta ma room dey tey well-well. Afta, she com fit no look me for eye again. My anty Florence wey we dey call Anty Flo talk say if you wan know if woman like you, look am for eye. If she no fit jam eye wit you and if she dey shame, e mean say she don dey like you be dat.
Doris tell me one day say somtin dey worry am. She talk say Madam dey send am go dat im boyfriend house to give am food and even money. She talk say Madam don dey go de man house. De tin wey dey vex am pass na wen she tell am to go work for de man house. No be say de house na big house but she no wan enta wahala wit Oga. De only tin be say Madam dey give am money anytime she send am go de boyfrend house. Doris talk say de man name na Tunji. She no like Yoruba men.
I bin dey tink how to toast Doris but I com dey fear. Doris na fine gel and she yellow wel-wel. Na ha open teet I like pass for ha body. I bin wan write letter to Doris but she no too sabi how to read English. She tell me say na only Anang she fit read small-small becos dem teach dem for Sunday school for village. Me sef, na only small English I sabi sake of say na for Class 3 na im I comot for school wen moto jam ma Papa for front of Mama Buchi shed. I bin wan write am letta to tell am say, me I no be small boy. I no dey do small pikin love. I no for talk say I go die for am becos to talk true I no fit do dat one. I no for talk say I like am pass my Mama, becos God know say I like ma Mama pass anytin. I no for talk say if she no gree I go jump inside well- dat one na for crase people. I bin wan tell am say, me, I be cook for Oga house. And if cook dey like housegel no be bad tin. Cook fit marry housegel. I bin wan tell am say hunga no go catch am if she follow me and if she gree I go carry am go ma Mama place for village and if ma Mama like am I go marry am.
I bin wan tell am wetin dey ma mind but I just wake up hear say Doris don get belle and na dis morning dem carry am go deir village.
Abdul wey dey for gate talk say e be like say na Oga get de belle.
*COCIN- Church of Christ In Nigeria

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

MOVIE REVIEW: INALE by Jeta Amata



WHEN BEING FAITHFUL ISN’T A VIRTUE-


THE ADAPTATION OF FOLKTALES IN CONTEMPORARY MEDIA :
A GLANCE AT THE ADAPTATION OF AN IDOMA FOLKTALE IN THE MUSICAL FILM INALE.



To begin, I must agree with a friend of mine who suggested that the title of this piece might be misleading, for this is not some high academic expose. I will attempt to justify the title.
I grew up, like most others around me, on folktales. Whether they were indigenous or foreign, there was always a good dose of didactic stories which gained notoriety through repetition. So I recall the Hausa folktales (to which every aunt and uncle added some twist of their own) my favourite being the story of Bakin Wake who sacrificed himself to save the village [from which the Hausa word for suicide bomber- dan kunar bakin wake is derived from. I also recall English folktales which I learnt in school. The modern relevance of folktales is seen in the many adaptations of folktales into cartoons and films whether it be Snow White, Cinderella or The Water Horse. I find that one of the advantages of folktales is their simplicity and their timelessness. Folktales lend themselves to easy transmission into different situations and time periods. However one challenge with the adaptation of folktales is that sometimes the reliance on the easy and timeworn symbols and metaphors which characterises many of them, can make the adapted work unforgivably bland, predictable and boring.
Before I discuss INALE, the ambitious new Nigerian movie by Jeta Amata, produced by Keke Bongos let me say a little about adaptation of folktales in film. I found the definition in The Greenwood Encyclopaedia of Folktales and Fairy Tales by Donald Haase quite useful. The author defines adaptation as the process that occurs when folktales and fairytales are changed into new versions or variants in the course of their transmission. The adaptation can take one of two broad forms: duplication, where there is a faithful retelling of old tales intact with core ideologies and predicable moral lessons OR revision, is the critical adaptation where the new version implicitly questions, challenges or subverts the story thereby suggesting a different approach to previously settled notions and ideas.
INALE is according to the movie’s official website, ‘a folklore told in Otukpo, Benue state... a tale about true love, betrayal, family, duty and tradition; the first Nigerian musical ever in celluloid.’

Ok, so let’s go straight into the story, or my summary of it. A white American grandfather tells his granddaughter a tale from one of the many places he has visited- the Idoma tale of a beautiful princess who is in a love affair with Ode. To gain her hand in marriage, Ode must follow the tradition of wrestling all who want to challenge him for her hand in marriage. It is a free for all contest. Ode wrestles and beats all the contestants but one- a stranger from a nearby enemy village. He loses in a fair fight and loses Inale. The King is honourable and lets his daughter follow the prince of a rival village who has won her in a fair fight. Rules are rules. On her way to the village of her husband-to-be the maid with whom she travels drowns her and lies to Inale’s sister that she commited suicide at the thought of being with a man she didn’t love. Inale’s sister falls for it and hatches a plan to let the maid impersonate Inale so that the rival village doesn’t see it as a provocation that Inale isn’t delivered. The maid reaches the village, becomes queen and starts maltreating the princess as her slave. Ode who cant bear to lose his Inale runs to the village to challenge the prince for Inale. On his way Inale appears to him as half human half fish and tells him that if he doesn’t wrestle the prince and beat him by sunset she will become a full fish and will be gone forever. He goes to the village, convinces the prince to wrestle him, loses quite a number of times again, but wins the last time. The crown prince who is honourable lets him take Inale. The only hitch is, Inale isn’t Inale but an ambitious maid turned queen. Ode tells him what he has to do and they both run to save Inale before sunset. They have to smoke the fish part of her to make her human. They try and it seems they have failed. They mourn her through the night. But at sunrise she is suddenly alive. They rejoice.

The movie was shot on celluloid which made the production good to look at, and the songs of the legendary Bongos Ikwue were a beautiful accompaniment to the story. Indeed for the first five minutes it was hard to tell whether it was an American or Nigerian production. The songs were performed beautifully with stellar performances by Dede Mabiaku who played King Oche, Inale’s father.

Inale is an adaptation you could call a duplication. There was an attempt it seems to faithfully retell the Idoma folktale. Now, seeing as there is nothing sacrosanct about a folktale which precludes it from being improved upon or scripted for the best dramatic effect I thought that its being faithful to the folktale didn’t add any dramatic value to the film. In fact it made the adaptation bland, and predictable. I wondered if it was the laziness of the script writer or the deliberate disingenuousness of the production that made it so bland. The culture that the film sought to portray was heavily undermined by, in my opinion, the directors camera which didn’t really give us a feel of the dance, (the camera kept going round the masquerades and dancers instead of showing us the dance itself, as it did during the wrestling match) and what is an African musical without dance! I found this grossly lacking.
Let’s look at the tale itself before we get back to the production. A musical in my opinion is not an excuse for a script lacking drama. Again, I kept wondering if Ode, who was touted as Inale’s saviour was portrayed as having any honour at all. He LOST Inale in a FAIR contest. There was no cheating. To have him run after Inale like a little child whose paper kite has been blown off by the wind made him look more weak than strong. He was a sore loser, that’s it. There was no justification moral or otherwise for him getting Inale after clearly losing fair and square several times over. Now this part of the tale could have been remedied by tweaking the tale a little bit to provide a real justification for Ode deserving Inale. This is the hard job of a script writer who is adapting a folktale for screen- to preserve the core elements of the tale while adding value by way of drama and content, both of which was utterly lacking in the beautifully produced movie.
Another thing I found was that the maid-turned-Inale-impersonator was not handled properly. The maid seemed to come out of nowhere with this ambition of becoming great. There is no background to her and all we see of her before her betrayal is her in the background like any of the other extras in the movie. So her rise to prominence was sudden and without basis. A little background would’ve helped. Now one could argue (as someone did while we were watching the movie) that it was good for suspense. In theory, I agree. But in INALE, no such suspense was achieved. Again i emphasize that it takes more than an ordinary script writer to adapt a known folktale for screen and make it worth 90 minutes of our time.
I said earlier that I liked the rendition of the Bongos Ikwue songs, the most prominent of which was my personal favourite ‘Cockcrow at Dawn’. I thought however that this song should have been edited for the musical which was set in a time in Idomaland where there were not even bicycles. Dede Mabiaku, or King Oche, sang: ‘will he ever get there...where the traffic never jams...’
Surely he wouldn’t be talking about ‘traffic jams’ where people walked barefoot between villages. The song, the singer and the context were clearly incongruous, making a mockery of the entire scene. I thought that since the movie was ambitiously called a musical, more attention should have paid to the songs and have them also adapted for the purpose and the story. Typically, the highlights and most dramatic moments of a musical are done in song. It is very important that the writers make very good use of the lyrics for each song as this will be the vehicle for telling most of the story. In the case of Inale, the songs were already written and what could have been done would have been the harmonisation of the song and the story. Not much attention was paid to this.

One of the crucial points of the movie which were a great cause of concern to me was the wrestling match which I mentioned earlier. Dance and choreography are also important elements of a good musical and the wrestling scene could have been used to introduce the movie as a compelling musical. The director however chose to gloss over the wrestling itself as if it was unimportant. The wrestling scenes, were just embarrassing for a movie that claims to be a musical. I will refer to a classic here. West side Story as a very successful musical made good use of this dance/fight technique. The fight scenes were done entirely in dance and carefully choreographed. I am not by any means comparing INALE with West Side Story, but it seems basic that a key scene (one of the most important for INALE) in a musical which has a fight where the hero loses his lover should be more dramatic. Here were two potentially amazing wrestling scenes, both central to the story, capable of being the high points of INALE, squandered.

I say again that an African musical without dance is no musical! It is not enough for the characters to sing beautiful songs at intervals. At every point the score has to be deliberate and calculated for dramatic effect, not melodramatic as was the case with a lot of the singing in INALE. There seemed to be a forcible thrusting of the songs on the script where there seemed to be any similarity between song and story.

So, why did I begin with all the academic noise in the beginning? Someone insisted that the movie was based on an Idoma folktale and thus they had to be faithful to the tale. My opinion is, not necessarily. The producers could have stayed faithful to the tale without sacrificing the drama. Again they could have stayed faithful to the tale but used the songs for the desired dramatic effect. However, they didn’t have to stick completely to a tale that was bland and predictable. If they insisted they could have improved upon it. No story is so bad that it cannot be improved upon.

My verdict? It is a tremendously ambitious attempt at producing a musical. The effort is commendable and it is good to see Nigerians who aren’t afraid to spend good money to get quality. However its ambitiousness seemed to be its own undoing. More time and resources seemed to be pumped into the production to the detriment of the very basis of the film- the script. Lazy scripting, good production, lack of attention to important detail. And I say important detail because certain unimportant details seemed to get attention, almost as if the producer/director wanted more to impress the Nigerian audience than to make a good film. Case in point, Inale’s fish tail in the water. Impressive. But unimportant.
The acting I considered very good with impressive performances by almost all the characters. Casting is the one aspect I didn’t have any problems with. The songs by Bongos Ikwue are timeless and the renditions were good.
As a musical I wouldn’t rate it very highly, but as a debut project, considering the tremendous constraints Nigerian professionals have to deal with, I would say it is commendable.
elnathan john. 2010
ALL PICTURE CREDITS: www.inalethemovie.com

Monday, October 25, 2010

THREE POEMS

RECIPE

Yesterday I wondered
if it was the taste or smell
or that strange thing in between that betrayed me-

Our reed has drifted too far downriver
I think of how these thoughts
can reach you upriver-
God no longer sits in your corner
and the Devil will not go there

I have only discovered
how much darker my lips have become
how silly I look puffing smoke
how wide my nose gets when I smile
and the taste on my tongue of tobacco,
after mint mouthwash...

I know now that taste on your tongue:
the taste has become you
today I find a recipe for you on a platter
in my head:
MINT
1 CANCER STICK
FIRE

1. Put generous portions of mint in the mouth
2. Hold cancer stick with the lips
3. Light up, shut eyes, drag...
4. Serve your presence on a platter
... with a smile to taste



MUTATION
you used to dream
of kings with balloons and candy
you used to dream…
i would laugh

you used to speak
of painless circumcisions
and of doves, white doves-
while we both could see
the dark hollows of mouths
while we could perceive
the odor of charnel houses
and hear the desperate beating of hearts-
you floated on your dream-raft
i laughed!

now i see
you have learnt much:
to tell sincere lies, smiling
to sit in dark rooms
that reek of bullets and ballots…

you have eye bags now-
you no longer sleep
you can now suggest
for plan b
a smart solution
like chaos…


ERASING YOU
I look
through this olive green translucent pencil
The 0.7mm lead is broken
I feel my dreams, break
under the light pressure of scrutiny
I shake my hand to keep awake-
The broken bits hit against the hollow plastic
reminding of beads on calabash
actuating delirious dancers
with plastic smiles on their sweaty faces,
smiles which end with the dance…

All I have of you is this frail pencil
which once told your tales
I feel your prints as I hold it,
rolling it between forefinger and thumb
hearing the broken lead
actuating the dancers in my heart …

And I write.

I am not sure if I should write this-
the dance has ended
I erase the three words I have written
The eraser is good
It leaves no trace.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

INTERNATIONAL REPRESSION MECHANISMS AND VIOLATORS OF INTERNATIONAL HUMANITARIAN LAW




Elnathan John


INTRODUCTION


The most persistent sound which reverberates through man’s history is the beating of war drums.
-Arthur Koestler [1]

There is little I can do but agree with the painful fact of Koestler’s quote. Indeed it can be asserted that war is an inevitable part of our convoluted existence, first as man in general and then as separate individuals with ideals which are too conflicting, pursued in ways that are too confrontational. Perhaps it is why there has been no international legislation outlawing war itself. Instead, and as a way of acquiescing in the fact of the inevitability of war, laws have been made regulating the conduct of wars. In fact a whole ‘sub-branch’ of law exists for this very purpose.

International humanitarian law or the “laws of war” (which terminology aptly represents its content), governs the conduct of armed conflict and provides protection to the victims of such conflict. This law has as its roots treaties and the customary practices of states. International humanitarian law through detailed rules restricts the means and methods of warfare. It includes internal mechanisms which guarantee that these rules are respected. While doing this, international humanitarian law holds individuals responsible for violations of humanitarian law which they commit, or order others to commit. It requires that those responsible for serious violations should be prosecuted and punished as criminals. The primary statutes which provide the bulk of these rules and regulations are the four treaties known as the Geneva Conventions of 1949 and two additional 1977 protocols.

The Second World War brought in its wake, horrific acts of violence and outrages against human dignity. However, it was desired that even in times of hostilities between nations, human dignity should be respected and preserved. The Universal Declaration of Human Rights had hitherto captured the ideals of the international community as far as human dignity was concerned. In the opening two paragraphs of its preamble it provided:

Whereas recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world,
Whereas disregard and contempt for human rights have resulted in barbarous acts which have outraged the conscience of mankind, and the advent of a world in which human beings shall enjoy freedom of speech and belief and freedom from fear and want has been proclaimed as the highest aspiration of the common people…
These ideals were sought to be extended to include times of war, whether of international scope or otherwise, leading the community of states to ‘ratify an updated version of the Geneva Conventions in the hope of acquiring a sound legal instrument which would preserve human dignity even in times of war’[2].

Of particular relevance to us are the third and fourth conventions which govern the Treatment of Prisoners of War and the Protection of Civilian persons in the time War respectively. The two additional protocols provide additional regulations with regard to the protection of victims of international and non-international armed conflicts.

The crucial bearing of these conventions is better appreciated against the backdrop of the alarming and constantly increasing number of victims- former combatants and civilians alike, who are subjected to ill-treatment and abuse by either or both sides in a conflict. The vulnerability of these individuals is further heightened as they flee from the war-torn areas to hazardous refugee camps. Thus, both during and after the conflict, the conventions lay down mechanisms to forestall, repress and punish violation of international humanitarian law. These repression mechanisms will now be considered.


THE NOTIONS OF INTERNATIONAL REPRESSION MECHANISMS
The first article common to the four Geneva Conventions provides that the High Contracting Parties undertake “to respect and to ensure respect” for the rules of the conventions. It is in discussing the means by which states bound by the Geneva Conventions “ensure respect” for the conventions that we come in contact with the various notions of repression mechanisms. States are required to take whatever measures are necessary to prevent and suppress all violations thereof. Such measures may include military regulations, administrative orders and other regulatory measures. However, considering the nature of humanitarian law and the risk of further violations in enforcement, criminal legislation is the most appropriate and effective means of dealing with all serious violations of international humanitarian law.

The composite action of humanitarian law enforcement or application has certain constituent elements. The high contracting parties are to employ preventive actions to develop the law and ensure that combatants comply with it by spreading knowledge of its provisions. In Article 144 of the fourth Geneva Conventions there is a provision that “the High Contracting Parties undertake, in time of peace as in time of war, to disseminate the text of the Convention as widely as possible in their respective countries, and, in particular, to include the study thereof in their programmes of military and, if possible, civil instruction, so that the principles thereof may become known to the entire population.”

This is of crucial importance, for combatants cannot respect rules they are not already conversant with. Unless they know of these rules before conflict erupts, it would be unrealistic to expect combatants to observe them in the heat of the conflict.

The high contracting states are also expected to employ remedial action among victims to limit the consequences of any violations. This has for the better part been done by humanitarian organisations. For example, during the genocide in Rwanda, the International Committee of the Red Cross managed to provide protection for some 50,000 people, including many wounded and those accompanying them, who had found refuge in an ICRC field hospital in Kigali where they were given medical treatment as needed[3].

In addition to these, High Contracting States are mandated to employ reactive action to put a stop to ongoing violations by making immediate representations to the authorities[4].

Perhaps the most far reaching and practical of these elements is that the high contracting parties should employ punitive action to prosecute violations already committed and punish the culprits[5]. A number of States have already enacted criminal law to punish violations of the provisions of Common Article 3 of the Geneva Conventions and Additional Protocol II which apply to non-international armed conflict[6].

Section 2 of the Additional Protocol I of 1977 provides concrete regulations regarding the Repression of Breaches of the Conventions and of the additional Protocols. Article 85 of the protocol describes acts which qualify as grave breaches of the Conventions[7]. They include the wilful killing of civilians and captured combatants and issuing orders that there should be no survivors. These grave breaches which are the most serious violations of humanitarian law are termed war crimes. States are obliged to suppress all such violations.

The term war crimes may need some further expatiation. These refer to breaches which are so grave as to impose upon the High Contracting state the obligation to punish such crimes or extradite such violators to jurisdictions where they would be prosecuted. Primarily, the responsibility for the implementation of repression mechanisms rests on the state affected by the conflict. This is not surprising, for the majority of armed conflicts are of non-international nature. This, in fact, is the particular mandate of the Additional Protocol II of 1977.

However there is also international jurisdiction for war crimes. War crimes are considered to be crimes of universal jurisdiction. Owing to the fact that that they are so unanimously accepted as repulsive, it is viewed that any nation may prosecute the perpetrators, regardless of their nationality, the nationality of the victims or the location of the crime[8]. War crimes or grave breaches are not the only types of violations of international humanitarian law. Other serious violations of international humanitarian law are also recognized as constituting war crimes. They encompass, for example, violations of treaties such as the Fourth Hague Convention of 1907 or of customary rules regulating warfare[9].

As far as the international jurisdiction of humanitarian law is concerned, there are the international criminal tribunals established for the former Yugoslavia and Rwanda which are specifically empowered to prosecute war crimes in the former Yugoslavia and Rwanda, respectively. More recently however, there is the international criminal court which has a wider jurisdiction and scope. In July 1998 UN delegates approved a statute to create a permanent International Criminal Court (ICC) to try people accused of genocide, war crimes, crimes against humanity, and crimes of aggression. The ICC was designed to replace ad hoc tribunals of limited jurisdiction, such as those created to address the conflicts in the former Yugoslavia and in Rwanda. The ICC, with headquarters in The Hague, The Netherlands, officially came into being on July 1, 2002.

This international court is not a substitute for national courts in their responsibility to repress violations of humanitarian law through prosecution. While leaving the primary responsibility for action to States, the international criminal court would institute proceedings only in cases where national courts had failed to do so[10]. Corroborating this, the Statute of the ICC states in its preamble, that it is the duty of every State to exercise its criminal jurisdiction over those responsible for international crimes, including war crimes. States will therefore have to enact appropriate national criminal legislation, take steps to facilitate inter-State judicial cooperation and also work together with international jurisdictions[11].

VIOLATIONS OF INTERNATIONAL HUMANITARIAN LAW
As far as violations of international humanitarian law is concerned there exists a plethora of examples. These examples emphasize the need for repression of violation of humanitarian laws and human rights at the highest level possible. I have chosen to discuss these violations with reference to the conflicts in Sierra Leone, Kosovo and Rwanda.

SIERRA LEONE
The year 1991 saw the beginning of a gruesome conflict between the Revolutionary United Front(RUF)- a rebel group, and the government of Sierra Leone. The violent campaign of the rebels and the reaction of the government led to the loss of tens of thousands of lives. Worse still were the flagrant violations of the Geneva Conventions where civilian populations were made the object of attack by the rebels[12], with rape and mutilation wantonly committed. Article 27 of the Fourth 1949 Geneva Convention in fact grants women the status of protected persons by providing inter alia that ‘women shall be especially protected against any attack on their honour, in particular against rape, enforced prostitution, or any form of indecent assault’. The Conventions severally provide for the protection and care of children during armed conflict and it is sad to note that this was the most flouted of all the regulations. Child soldiers were a common feature of the war as rebels abducted children and forced them into combat. The war ended in 2000 with a long record of humanitarian law violations. Thus, in 2002, pursuant to the obligations of repression imposed by the Geneva Conventions, the United Nations and the Sierra Leone Government jointly established a war crimes tribunal, the Special Court for Sierra Leone, to try individuals who had committed atrocities during Sierra Leone’s civil war. The court charged seven people, including rebel leader Foday Sankoh and Internal Affairs Minister Sam Hinga Norman, with murder, rape, extermination, sexual slavery, conscription of children into an armed force, among other crimes.

KOSOVOA separatist movement began in Kosovo in 1991 when ethnic Albanians, who made up more than 90 percent of the province’s population, started to agitate for secession from Serbia. The humanitarian law violations that followed were appalling.
A Human Rights Watch publication listed the violations of the Yugoslav Government as follows:

  • The disproportionate use of force against the civilian population and the specific targeting of civilians during military operations;
  • long-range artillery shelling, and other military operations that are being used to target or indiscriminately fire on civilians;
  • the systematic destruction of civilian property. This includes the burning and destruction of homes, the burning of crops and the killing of livestock;
  • summary executions and execution of people in detention;
  • widespread torture and ill-treatment in detention, including in particular allegations of the deaths of at least five persons as a result of torture by police and
  • indefinite detention leaving the victims incommunicado, without access to their lawyers.


The Kosovo Liberation Army itself was not free from guilt. There was a lot of hostage-taking, using humans as shields, ill-treatment of civilians or others placed hors de combat, torture and killing of captured Serbian soldiers and policemen among a host of humanitarian law violations[13].

The United Nations established the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia (ICTY) in May 1993 to try persons allegedly responsible for war crimes, crimes against humanity, and genocide committed in the territory of the former Yugoslavia. President Slobodan Milošević of the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia was charged together with four other top Serbian or Yugoslav officials with war crimes and crimes against humanity based the violations in Kosovo primarily directed at Kosovo Albanian civilians. In 2001 the Serbian government extradited Milošević to the war crimes tribunal.

RWANDA
Civil war erupted in Rwanda in 1994 when the Hutu President Juvénal Habyarimana was killed in a downed plane. This sparked off fighting between the country’s two major ethnic groups- the Hutu and the Tutsi. Here too there were massive violations of humanitarian law.

Whole civilian populations were systematically exterminated and the Hutu-dominated Rwandan army was accused of genocide against the Tutsi. In all, between 500,000 and 1,000,000 persons, mostly Tutsi civilians lost that lives in that gruesome conflict[14].

In furtherance of the implementation of international humanitarian law, the Security Council of the United Nations in November 1994 adopted Resolution 955 creating the International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda mandated with trying individuals responsible for genocide and other serious violations of humanitarian law during the 1994 civil war.

Jean Kambanda, the former Rwandan prime minister pleaded guilty to the charges of genocide and crimes against humanity and was sentenced to life imprisonment. Jean-Paul Akayesu was also sentenced to life imprisonment for similar charges.

DO THE INTERNATIONAL REPRESSION MECHANISMS ADEQUATELY ADDRESS THE PUNISHMENT OF VIOLATORS OF INTERNATIONAL HUMANITARIAN LAW?
Now the big question. I would hasten to begin by stating the perceived ideal of the international repression mechanisms:
…That the perpetrators of war crimes, crimes against humanity and the crime of genocide are brought to justice.”[15]
I begin the analysis of this stated ideal with the word ‘justice’. I find it pertinent to ask, justice for whom or to what end? The first part is relatively easy to answer. Why, for humanity, one might readily answer. The truth of this is probably seen in the concrete gains of humanitarian law in trying to punish war crimes offenders, right from the International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia indictments, to the Special Court for Sierra Leone indictments in 2003. Indeed this predominantly judicial approach to the enforcement of humanitarian law ‘upholds the credibility of law, reminds the parties to the conflict of their responsibilities and demonstrates the international community’s determination to have the law applied.’[16]

Even here there are inherent problems. It is not always easy to identify and apprehend the actual violators of humanitarian law after the conflict and even much less during the conflict. Whereas a large number of people are usually involved in the violations, only a few people will ever get prosecuted. When the conflict is over, a lot will already have been lost.

To what end is this ‘justice’ sought? What is the result of the mostly belated implementation of repression mechanisms? There is a quote by Lord William Shawcross which readily comes to mind at this point. He said: “You cannot do justice to the dead. When we talk about justice to the dead, we are talking about retribution for the harm done to them… retribution and justice are two different things.”[17] This statement contains a crucial truth for those in charge of implementing repression mechanisms. The 500,000 or more dead Tutsi in Rwanda have nothing to gain from the trials and even the convictions that followed and neither do the tens of thousands dead in Sierra Leone. In fact those who survived either with mutilated limbs or mutilated souls will have very little to benefit from the trials. These trials for one have not stopped humanitarian law violations from happening.

Time is of the essence in the enforcement of repression mechanisms. Unless focus is shifted from repression mechanisms after the conflict to those before and during the conflict, little practical gains will ever be achieved.

To answer the big question, it might be necessary to say that while there have been modest achievements especially at the international level, the test of adequacy is more in the implementation than in the provisions of the law itself. The will to obey and enforce humanitarian law at the right time and for the greater good of humanity is a necessity.

In a world of increasing violence and uncertainty, where individuals are becoming more desperate in their pursuits and ambitions, the mere existence of stiff punishments is not enough to prevent violations. Wars and other armed conflicts are becoming more horrific. Consider the fighting in the Darfūr region of western Sudan which some claim has reached the magnitude of genocide. This is occurring after a relatively long history of the implementation of humanitarian law implementation around the world. The several life sentences handed down by international courts have not frightened the violators into stopping their flagrant violations of humanitarian law.

The international community has to begin treating humanitarian law as being first, a violation of international law and ideals, before even being a violation of the municipal laws of the countries experiencing the conflict. They must be resolute in their resolve to repress violations as soon as they begin and not engage in academic debates as to whether their have been substantial violations or not. The wanton killing, rape and violence in a poverty-stricken third world country must be viewed as seriously as an assault on humanity as a whole. There must be no delays in preventing or ending conflicts which involve humanitarian law violations. Then, they will be able to properly supplement the role of the States whose primary duty it is to repress the violations; then only will international repression mechanisms mean anything to the victims, the violators and humanity in general.




FOOTNOTES

[1] (1905–83), Hungarian-born British novelist, essayist. Janus: A Summing Up, “Prologue: The New Calendar,” sct. 1 (1978).

[2] Jacques Stroun, International Criminal Jurisdiction, International Humanitarian Law and Humanitarian Action, International Review of the Red Cross no 321, pg 623.



[3] Jack Stroun, op. cit.
[4] Ibid.
[5] For example in Article 146 of the Fourth Geneva Conventions provides for the High Contracting Parties to undertake to enact any legislation necessary to provide effective penal sanctions for persons committing, or ordering to be committed, any of the grave breaches of the Convention.
[6] Penal Repression: Punishing War Crimes, Advisory Service on International Humanitarian Law, ICRC. (2004)
[7] Article 147 of the fourth Geneva Convention also lists what constitutes graves breaches. They include wilful killing, torture or inhuman treatment including biological experiments, wilfully causing great suffering or serious injury to body or health, unlawful deportation or transfer or unlawful confinement of a protected person, compelling a protected person to serve in the forces of a hostile Power, or wilfully depriving a protected person of the rights of fair and regular trial prescribed in the present Convention, taking of hostages and extensive destruction and appropriation of property, not justified by military necessity and carried out unlawfully and wantonly.
[8] International Humanitarian Law and War Crimes, HRW World Report 2001: International Justice, (www.hrw.org)
[9] Toni Pfanner, The Establishment of a Permanent International Criminal Court, International Review of the Red Cross no 322. (1998)
[10] Ibid.
[11] Penal Repression: Punishing War Crimes, Advisory Service on International Humanitarian Law, ICRC. (2004)
[12] Contrary to Article 85 par.3 (a) and (b). of the Additional Protocol I of 1977
[13] Article 3 par. 1 of the Third 1949 Geneva Convention relating to the treatment of prisoners of war provides that persons taking no active part in the hostilities, including members of armed forces who have laid down their arms and those placed hors de combat by sickness, wounds, detention, or any other cause, shall in all circumstances be treated humanely, without any adverse distinction founded on race, colour, religion or faith, sex, birth or wealth, or any other similar criteria.
[14] Article 85 par. 3 (a) describes as grave breaches, making the civilian population or individual civilians the object of attack.
[15] Toni Pfanner, op. cit.
[16] Jacques Stroun, op. cit.
[17] He was discussing the War Crimes Bill which proposed to execute ex-Nazi’s living in Britain. He was a prosecutor in the Nuremberg following World War II.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

CORRUPTION AND THE LAW: THE CORPORATE AFFAIRS COMMISSION AND THE COURTS-

By Elnathan John

If gold rust, what will iron do?- Geoffrey Chaucer


I begin this short essay by stating my credentials: I am only a new lawyer, having qualified barely 12 months ago. I am very young. Very inexperienced maybe. Perhaps that is why these things shock me enough to write about them. Perhaps that is why I have not yet come to terms with this solution-resistant affliction.

The word corruption in Nigeria has become cliché and all the more so when speaking in general terms. I thought of this just a few minutes before I began typing. But I also thought of Bess Myerson who said that the accomplice to the crime of corruption is frequently our own indifference. Perhaps this quote alone is my biggest motivation. I do not expect that things will change after I publish this. But I expect to feel better for nothing in my estimation is worse for a human with a conscience than to lose the ability to be surprised and shocked at impropriety.

When the very learned lecturers at the Nigerian Law School taught me the procedural law, they prepared me for a career where precedent is ultimately more important than creativity. One of the things they taught me was the procedure for registration of companies at the Corporate Affairs Commission. One thing they didn’t teach me was that there was an easy way to fast track things. As easy as one thousand naira squeezed in someone’s palm to get my company name approved in one day while others could sometimes as long as two weeks.

They didn’t tell me how aggressive the court bailiffs would be if I insisted on not giving more than a fair price for serving my processes. They didn’t tell me I’d have to bargain with officers of the court to do things that they receive a salary to do. I wonder why there are no standard rates for services in courts such that lawyers are left to the whims of officers of the court; left to haggle as if one was in a second-hand goods store. I remember trying to serve a Writ of Summons on some defendants within Abuja. I was going to provide transport for the bailiff- an air-conditioned car, something he surely was not used to. I was asked how much I was going to give to the bailiff. I asked back: “For what?”. The bailiffs job, for which he receives a monthly salary is to, among other things, serve court processes. What did I get for this suggestion? The lady at the desk said to me in Hausa: “Wannan lawya, kana da mako.” My translation: that I was a stingy lawyer. Eventually another lawyer in the office suggested I offer two thousand naira which was turned down. Apparently, this is a common practice, for none of the lawyers in the room found anything strange about it. Some lawyers were even irritated because I was wasting time and they were waiting for their turn. So, I should have just made a good offer and gotten the hell out of their way.

So, what is the big deal, you would ask. Well, the big deal is that there are some sectors that cannot afford corruption. The big deal is that lawyers who ought to be above reproach are mostly silent about this while they scream on about national corruption and injustice. They appear on AIT everyday and grant interviews talking about unconstitutionalities and corruption and injustice. They claim their place as ministers in the temple of justice but would gladly give that extra one thousand at CAC or not argue when the bailiff demands some money because his matter is urgent. We cannot be champions of free and fair elections and human rights and freedom when we give little bribes while we work.

I believe the legendary statesman Awolowo when he said in 1975, that the eradication of corruption from any society is not just a difficult task: it is without dispute, an impossible objective. However, it is also not acceptable to have corruption as the norm and all other things as exceptions- especially not among lawyers. Indeed it should not be acceptable anywhere.

I am sad each time I perceive the overwhelming heavy stench of rottenness that permeates everything Nigerian and indicts us beyond defence; beyond defence every time we lie to ourselves with those four misleading words: good people, great nation; beyond defence every time we add our superficial smiles to the odd number of happy people. It has become clear to me, at least in the past year that this country is in trouble. A friend of mine once said that it is wrong to say Nigeria is a failed state; Nigeria is not even a state, but a huge disorganized village. I laughed when he said it but everyday and with every case of impropriety I come across, I reconsider his statement.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Sabon Kitso. A Hausa Poem on the purported Nigerian Rebranding

SABON KITSO (for those trying to rebrand)
Sabon kitso
Sabon kitso
Tsalle da nitso
a sabon kitso
Ba su tunawa?
Ba a Sabon Kitso
Da kwarkata
Ba juyi, ba rawa
Ga gashi ta yi kawa
Da kwarkwata
Mun yaudara
Muna takama da kabido
Hadarin kuma- na kasa

Sabon kitso!
Gashi a cinye-
Gaba da baya
Mai kitson mu kuma-
Kuturuwa!
Kuturuwa mai-kitson makauniya
Makafi!
Ana yaudaran ‘ya’yan mu
Gurbin ido ba ido bane
Nemi gurbin:
Idon zai fado ciki
Wanke gashi:
Ba sai an yi sabon kitso ba
Kori kuturuwa da tsabta
Ba da kidi da rawa
kare zai san ana biki ba
A gani a kasa
kare ya ce,
A gani a kasa!

Monday, December 22, 2008

RAINDROPS AND ROSEBUDS


RAINDROPS AND ROSEBUDS


Raindrops and showers
Rosebuds and flowers
Can you see it changing, forming?
Do you see it becoming…?
Can you hear my heart beat
Like a pestle crushing wheat?

The wind today blew hard and long
As I lay listening to a rock song
The raindrops dropped and grew into showers
And I wished that I had a mystic’s powers
I wished as I saw in every drop, your face
That you were like a flower vase
Where I’d keep the wild flowers of my heart
Or that you were a work of Gothic art
Stolen from Europe in the Middle Ages
Bought for the price of a hundred men’s wages
To adorn my home, eternally
Standing right next to my effigy

Do you feel it, just like me,
Can you feel it, can you see-
How the air ripples as my heart beats?
If I were Shakespeare or John Keats
I would say it better in verse
If I could lay upon my self a curse
My craving would be but for you
To roam the earth a wandering Jew
To see and smell and hear and touch
Be it a little or be it much…

Can you see it changing, becoming,
Do you feel it forming…?
Raindrops to showers
Rosebuds to flowers?
Raindrops and showers
Rosebuds and flowers
Can you see it changing, forming?
Do you see it becoming…?
Can you hear my heart beat
Like a pestle crushing wheat?

The wind today blew hard and long
As I lay listening to a rock song
The raindrops dropped and grew into showers
And I wished that I had a mystic’s powers
I wished as I saw in every drop, your face
That you were like a flower vase
Where I’d keep the wild flowers of my heart
Or that you were a work of Gothic art
Stolen from Europe in the Middle Ages
Bought for the price of a hundred men’s wages
To adorn my home, eternally
Standing right next to my effigy

Do you feel it, just like me,
Can you feel it, can you see-
How the air ripples as my heart beats?
If I were Shakespeare or John Keats
I would say it better in verse
If I could lay upon my self a curse
My craving would be but for you
To roam the earth a wandering Jew
To see and smell and hear and touch
Be it a little or be it much…

Can you see it changing, becoming,
Do you feel it forming…?
Raindrops to showers
Rosebuds to flowers?

THE LEGAL CLINIC- MY PET PROJECT




ABOUT THE LEGAL CLINIC
The Ahmadu Bello University, Faculty of Law Legal Clinic is the effort of a group of students whose passion is to provide community development services to people in and around the university community. Their particular mandate involves giving free legal advice and consultancy. The group is made up of Law Students from various levels, supported by Staff Advisers who are practising lawyers.
The group as it now exists was started by Elnathan John, a 500 level law student in the Faculty of Law who has led two successive sessions of the Legal Clinic. Barrister S. K. Musa, a practising lawyer of over twenty years, provides the group with the much needed practical support as the Staff Co-ordinator of the Clinical Legal Education unit in the Faculty.
This Clinic has received the full backing of the Faculty of Law which has endorsed and adopted the project.

LEGAL CLINIC 2007: OUR MEMOIRS

INTRODUCTION
He who would do good to another, must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite & flatterer
William Blake, JERUSALEM.

Millions of humans, if not billions at one point or another in their tortuous existence think of doing good to people. They find themselves wishing that they could some thing or another to relieve a person’s suffering or improve the quality of a person’s life. They wish and that is all they do. Perhaps if the transcendental God were to judge them, they might just pass the test of goodness. Yet on earth, and for all practical purposes, it is only those who actually go out of their way to perform acts of graciousness and kindness that count as good men. Further it is only those whose goodness can be traced to some specific act who will bask in the timeless glory created by posterity.
We thought of good; we went out of our way to do good; we did good in minute particulars.




THE CLINIC PROPER
We began preparations for the clinic about mid- July. Since we already had a template from the last session to work with, we did not need to work from scratch; we knew what we wanted. It was important to find out who exactly would be beneficiaries of our free service. Not by coincidence, we chose three places in Zaria namely Zaria City, Sabon Gari and Samaru.
As usual we wrote to the Dean of the Faculty of Law to request permission to hold the clinic. We were given full cooperation by the Dean, who supplied us with a letter of introduction for those whom we would eventually be meeting. Then we set about the task of looking for venues in the respective localities. After initial bureaucratic bottlenecks, several visits and phone calls to the various Local Government Secretariats, we were able to secure venues. In Samaru, we had the full cooperation of the District Head, a kind, soft spoken elderly man, who right after our meeting instructed that a primary school classroom in Saidu Primary School be given to us for the Clinic. He asked for hand bills and posters so that they could be distributed for publicity before the day. It was not so easy in Sabon Gari where the acting Chairman refused to see us directly but referred us to the legal department. After a great deal of explanation as to the aim of our clinic, we were referred to the representative of the District Head who provided a venue at the Iyan Gari’s Office in Sabon Gari. We were particularly impressed by the kindness and cordiality of the Staff of the Zaria Local Government, even though we had to return several times to secure an appointment with the Head of Legal Department. Mallam Tijjani of Zaria Local Government is worth mentioning here, who was always with us at the Secretariat. Eventually we were able to secure a hall right in the Secretariat with the kind and motherly assistance of Hajiya Saadatu of the Legal Department.

Perhaps our most eventful experience was with the Police. In view of the fact that the event was to be held outside the school campus, it was necessary for us to inform the police and request for their participation. At the Zaria Area Command which covers the entire Zaria, we were received quite kindly. We were able to meet with both the Area Commander and the Divisional Police Officer without much protocol. They informed us of all we needed to do and pledged to support the program. We made some friends at the station and even had the calm looking DCO drive us back to Kongo. It came to us as a pleasant surprise that the police could be so nice. However we met a sharp contrast at the Samaru Division. Thinking we would get the same kind reception we got at the area Command, we marched confidently into the police station. Much to our chagrin we were hounded by the policemen on duty. The questions “Who are you?”, “Where from?”, “What do you want?” came so quickly and in an impatient loud voice that we were confused as to which question to answer first. We were asked to bring out our Identity Cards before we were even allowed to say anything. With our spirits dampened, we left the station with a directive to write formally to the DPO. However, a subsequent visit exposed the reason for the initial scare. The station was close to a highway which linked two states, Kaduna and Katsina, as such being a thoroughfare for armed robbers. They thus treat each stranger, especially well dressed as we were, with extra ‘caution’.
Perhaps the greatest task was that of raising funds for the Clinic. We had a scary budget and ten days to find the money. We received a lump sum (which took care of sixty percent of our expenditure), from the Dean of Student Affairs, Dr. Adawa a few days to the event. Professor Tawfiq Ladan and Dr. M. N. Maiturare also supported the project immensely. However before that we sourced funds for logistics from our kind lecturers both from the Faculty of Law and beyond.
The event proper started on the 30th of July, 2007 at about 10am. The Zaria Local Government Secretariat Staff were very enthusiastic about the event and gave their full support by way of financial and moral support. There a good many who came from the surrounding communities to receive free legal advice and pour out their problems to us. We were impressed by the sheer number of people who came around. It was however not pleasing to learn how little people knew about the law and their rights. We learnt firsthand how much the common man suffers and is oppressed by the same people who are empowered to protect them.
For Zaria City and its environs, the most prevalent problem was that of rape. Closely following it was divorce and police brutality. We had tears in our eyes as we felt the pain of those who had no where to run to for aid. The problems besetting retired Immigration Officers in Zaria as presented to us by their Zaria Branch Chairman is one such example. Apart from the immediate legal advice we rendered, we were able to link them with a contact at the Legal Aid Council, Kaduna for a concrete solution to their problem of unpaid pensions and gratuities. Each time the clients heaved sighs of relief after having their questions answered, that was our moment of achievement, of joy.

For Sabon Gari their most prevalent problem was that of landlord- tenant relationship. Police brutality and manhandling was also on their list. In Samaru we had a lot of cases of spousal neglect and abuse. Particularly, we were able to assist a neglected woman who had severe problems taking care of children. We were able to begin the process of aid by linking her with WRAPA (Womens Rights And Protection Agency) to help her learn a trade. Eventually we paid a token for her to begin learning Fashion Design/ Tailoring at the United Nations Development Programme Assisted Skill Development Centre in Samaru.
On the whole over a hundred clients benefited from the Legal Clinic. We judged it to be a success not just because men women and children sat before us to ask questions and tell us their personal problems but because of the many smiles that replaced the weary look the clients had when they first came. If all that we did was put smiles on the faces of people, or help one neglected mother or rape victim, we would say we had success.
We look forward to having this program supported by the government and a bit more fully by the University because of its strategic relevance to human development. There can be no meaningful development without human development, for everything- facilities, amenities and industries are made for human beings.
As an aside, the facilitators had fun during the communal meal after every session. We had our own in-house comedian who livened up the members at our dull moments.
The events of the past year have been frenzied. The heights to which our passion to serve take us have sometimes been dizzying. Nonetheless, we have been lifted to a vantage point from where we can properly assess the real needs, concerns and problems of individuals outside our immediate community.
We look forward to the next session where we plan to visit all the prisons in Zaria and hopefully expand our services to include other towns in Nigeria.

________________
ELNATHAN JOHN
CLINIC HEAD