We celebrated every festival. We even
sometimes chose to fast during Ramadan. For us, it was all fun, sitting
down in the evenings, under the stars or moonlight, breaking fast with
our Islamic neighbours. Or waking up in the early hours to partake in
feast called Saari. Wow, my mouth and tongue are salivating together as I
go through this process of recollection. We attended the same schools
with the children of the privilegentsia. The only difference was that a
few of them rode to school in chauffeur-driven cars, even convertible
Chevrolets and Phantom Rolls Royces like Ooni Aderemi’s children and
grand children, while most of us ‘rode’ on our legs. But it wasn’t
really a big deal as we lived happily as one.
A brief recital of my family’s religious
origin is even worth repeating here and now. My paternal grandparents
were Muslims from Ihievbe village, in the present day Edo State, Owan
East Local Government. I can’t remember ever meeting my paternal
grandmother but I knew my paternal grandfather as Baba Onirungbon Yeuke
(a character from one of D. O. Fagunwa’s novels) because he had that
long and curly beard like a Rastafarian. He was gentle and meek and
prayed to Allah endlessly.
I often wonder how my father migrated
from our village and meandered his way all the way to Ile-Ife where he
met my beautiful mum, fell in love and got married. It is even stranger
to me how a son of such a devout Muslim navigated himself from the
Islamic faith to converting to Christianity. Not just that, he picked up
the name of Jacob and my eldest brother picked up the name Simeon while
I was given the name Joseph at birth as if to cement the nature of my
birth and foretell my future as someone who would make certain forecasts
as a journalist.
The essence of my preamble is to
rhapsodise about how beautiful and tolerant life was in those wonderful
old days before we lost our innocence in recent times. It is strange
how things have changed since then. I think the churches in the bid to
catch the new generation over-funkyfied the way we now worship. Religion
has almost become an arm and leg of showbiz. And the Pastors have lost
control in this era of totalitarian freedom. Beyond that, there are too
many challenges confronting our youths today. The first is the collapse
of education. The second is the lack of jobs even if you manage to
graduate from one of our troublesome institutions. The third is lack of
social welfare. The fourth is lack of hope in the foreseeable future.
The last but not the least of the debilitating factors is lack of
parental care and attention.
To further compound the volatility of
our combustive situation, our churches have misread and misjudged these
children of hate and anger who attend services with their attention
elsewhere. What I’m trying to hint at and explain is that our men of God
must wake up to the shocking realities of the 21st century. These
youths have acquired a massive power via information technology. Indeed
it is almost akin to a god they worship. Many of them have become so
paranoid about life and our society so much that they see virtually
everyone as the enemy who contributed to their misery and
disillusionment.
These youths can be divided into three
categories. The first are those who have managed to survive against all
odds and are trudging on with the hope of a greater tomorrow. The second
are those acutely frustrated who have given up on society as it is and
believe they can cause a peaceful or bloody revolution in the land. This
category breaks into two parts; those who prefer the subtle approach
and would encourage the democratic process and those who feel the whole
system should come all tumbling down. The last are those with
inordinate ambition who feel they can only make it in life by being
errand boys to every government in power. Their mission is to survive
any government in power and preserve the status quo with the hope of
picking up some crumbs, or even power itself, sooner or later.
To exacerbate matters, the long and
short of our current dilemma is that our politicians have succeeded in
tearing our social fabric apart using the instrumentality of religion.
What I find most bizarre is the present game of trading ridiculous
religious propaganda. The Christian politician tells us to beware of
Muslims who may choose to Islamise Nigeria. The Muslim tells us to avoid
Christians who are likely to Christianise the Northern Muslims. For
God’s sake why are we doing this to ourselves at this time and age when
smaller and less prosperous nations are doing great things devoid of
religious wranglings.
Our proclivity for matters of faith
seems to have assumed the most dangerous dimension in the course of
campaigning for the February 2015 Presidential elections. The visit of
our President to Bishop David Oyedepo’s church last Sunday was the
climax of it for me. Since I joined Twitter and became addicted to it, I
doubt if I’ve ever witnessed the torrents of attacks that came out of
that innocuous visit. A new coinage THE GATE OF HELL went viral because
it was reported by God knows who that the famous Bishop rebuked those
opposed to the second term ambition of Mr President, promising to banish
them to the Gate of Hell and lock them in. Till this day, I have
searched fruitlessly for any such statement and found none.
I have endeavoured to watch the video of
the Presidential visit which was mercifully uploaded on YouTube and
nothing of the sort emanated from the Bishop unless the full footage had
been cleverly edited which I doubt. I’m one of those converts to
Buharism but I will never support anything that would further divide our
nation.
READ: Bishop Oyedepo Clearly Did Not Speak About “Gates Of Hell” In His Prayer For Pres. Jonathan (Video)
I’ve had only two encounters with Bishop
Oyedepo and he left me in awe of him on both occasions. The first was a
Virgin Atlantic flight to London many years back and he sat next to me
and we chatted like we were old buddies. I was impressed with his
simplicity and candour.
The last time I saw him was about three
years ago in Ghana at the opening of Jimoh Ibrahim’s Energy Bank. As
soon as I walked into the board room and greeted everyone, I noticed
that Bishop Oyedepo and everyone in the office remained standing and I
said to him, “Daddy, you can’t stand up for me sir”, to which he
replied, “I have to stand up for our future President.” I was truly
humbled by such humility. Therefore, I’m always sad to read all those
vicious attacks on this great man of God.
I have read many reports about his
fabulous wealth, his private jets, his expensive universities, etcetera,
and concluded that the Bishop is a victim of success. Chief MKO Abiola
had a way of putting it succinctly: the bigger the head, the bigger the
headache. I don’t know of anyone who would tell the number one citizen
of Nigeria not to attend his church for fear of a political backlash.
And if the President comes, his duty is to bless the august visitor.
Even our Lord Jesus Christ did not discriminate against anyone.
What has happened is that many of our
young folks want to know where our Pastors stand today and that can’t be
an easy task. They want to know if our respected clergymen feel what
the rest of society feels. This is the basis of all this agitation.
In fact, I don’t envy our Daddy G O,
Pastor E. A Adeboye of the Redeemed Christian Church of God. Many of
these young guys have been asking how neutral can he be now that a
senior respected Pastor under his mentorship, Professor Yemi Osinbajo
SAN is now the Vice Presidential candidate of APC. The dilemma is
further compounded by the fact that the President enjoys a warm
relationship with Pastor Adeboye. It is not going to be easy but God
will guide His men aright. They will still pray for everyone fortunate
to come in contact with them. I was a beneficiary of such blessing
during my own Presidential campaign. We need to appreciate the enormity
of their responsibilities to society at large.
Our leaders also have some lessons to
learn from this debacle. They should try to visit Pastors as anonymously
and incognito as possible. I did so when I contested in 2011 choosing
to visit one of the most revered Pastors Daddy Adeboye in his office at
the Camp, unobtrusively after one of the Church’s major celebrations.
It would be terrible if we open up our
icons to public odium because some leaders want to exploit the Pastors’
spirituality and popularity to electoral advantage. The religious card
being played is fast becoming ineffective and divisive.
A top Pastor sent me a few messages
which I intend to consolidate and paraphrase and share with you because
of their relevance given the climate of religious hatred being fomented
by our politicians.
“Good day people, vote your conscience.
Don’t be manipulated. If your Pastor says don’t vote for a Muslim, ask
him if Daniel served a Saint, whether Modeccai did not serve King
Ahasseurus and if Joseph was not a Prime Minister under Pharaoh. This
election is not about North versus South, nor is it about Christian
versus Muslim. It is about Nigeria and good governance. Don’t allow
politicians to divide us. When they share money, they don’t talk about
religion. When they want donation from Aliko Dangote, they don’t
remember he is a Muslim. When they enter an aircraft, they don’t ask the
religious faith of the pilot… They and their wives go to Dubai to spend
money. Dubai is in the United Arab Emirate but they have no problem
buying houses there. But when it comes to politics back home, they say
their opponents want to Islamise you…
“Vote for your conscience. If you want
to vote for Jonathan, vote for him based on your conviction that he has
performed in your estimation and not because he’s a Christian. If you
want to vote for Buhari, vote for him because you feel disenchanted with
the Jonathan government, not because he is a Muslim. Say no to bigotry.
God bless Nigeria…”
There is nothing more to add. The choice is yours. Decide on who your preference is. It shall be well with our nation… !
- This Piece was written by Dele Momodu/Thisday
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