The caption of this emotion laden article was inspired by a novel I read, given to me by an old English lady. The book’s title is, ‘‘The Places in Between’’, was by Rory Steward – an English with Irish history.
He mingled the non-fictional book with lots of his imagination. Then he took the reader from India, on foot, through Iraq to Afghanistan, traversing in treacherous roads in the midst of war and risks to life. He obtained several security passes and passed through the checkpoints. He dodged several roadside bombs; he saw the countryside and slept in mosques in midwinter.
The thickness of snow was about 3metres, and there wolves. He observed their bazaars and their foods – mainly unleavened bread and land curry. He almost starved for days; his guide dog even lost his limb and died later.
In the novel I saw firsthand the atrocities of the western world on the so called third world countries. I saw the inglorious activities and covert operations of the non-governmental organizations under the guise of charity works. The author tried very hard to conceal them, which are not lost to keen observer like me. I read and understood ‘‘in between’’, especially how the western world try to recolonise the rest of the world with the help of United Nations (actually there’s nothing united about UN).
The author blamed everything on the people of Afghanistan, not withstanding that the British came to disrupt their way of life, to make fun of their tradition and probably to tell their children that they had no god. In fact British and the allied forces came with their military force and government to dispossess the people in that part of the world. While the dispossessed people resisted the abuse, they were branded terrorists, which was a huge stigma on them.
In her book, titled ‘‘In Search of Fatima – A Palestinian Story’’, Ghada Karmi told the world the pathetic story of how the British government disrupted, oppressed and dispossessed the Palestinian people their territory and handed Jerusalem, Karmi, Gaza and other important cities to the immigrant Jews, whom Britain helped to prosper. Ghada Karmi, as an example, was exiled, together with her family, to foreign nation. Many Christians around the world still glorify in this ill-treatment of the Palestinian people by the world powers. I am a knight of the Catholic Church. Co-incidentally I was knighted in England.
Once Britain doesn’t like your face, she will be on neck. She will stubbornly cling unto it, grip it so hard and unrelenting, as a matter of foreign policy. Britain never forgets.
I once stumbled on English West-African foreign policy, which was a working document in the colonial era. I guess the English didn’t like the Igbos due largely to the fact that Igbos were difficult to come under authority (republican in nature). Igbos were indomitable; they asked questions; they were easy to revolt.
The only item that actually bothered me about the policy was the British consideration of body-built. The Igbos were chubby, fairer skinned and cherubic. The Hausa/Fulani were darker, taller and lanky like the English. So the English drew their policy along this petty line. Since then they have unrelentingly been on our neck.
This piece is not for the little minded. And I hope you can understand the central message regardless of these abstracts. This article regards ‘‘The People in Between’’ in Nigeria, where every attempt is made to stop the progressive people of the South-eastern part it. Something happened to the Igbos in Nigeria recently.
I have already outlined the chapters of a new book, titled ‘‘The People in Between’’, but first I want to get more comparative thoughts during this election year. The book will be a volume, up to 415 standard pages, full and alive with the atrocities of the Nigerian state and her rogue accomplices – the people in between. It will be classical. God willing, it will be released in 2021/22.
The aim of the book is to tell and show the world and the generation yet unborn the evil activities of the leaders of the All Progressives Grand Alliance party (APGA), which our sage and deity Dim Odumegwu Ojukwu founded, handed over to the Igbos so they can realize their full potentials in the comity of nations. Specifically, it portrays Ozonkpu Dr Victor Oye – the named and shamed chairman of the party, and the Chief Willie Obiano – the party national leader and Judas of sort, as they truly are. The rest of the party officials are nothing but foot soldiers of this inglorious two. The storyline, mingled with author’s imaginations, will be set on stone, such that no matter how hard these dubious folks try in this life, and in the life of the world to come, history can never be kind to them. I strongly believe in literature. I believe in posterity.
When digging deep, one discovers a lot of shit. Right from the birth of the country called Nigeria, all constituent nationalities are fearful or rather suspicious of the Igbos. Government after government made policies to skew socio-political and economic balance against the Igbos. Britain is aware of this. Supported by Britain, Nigeria deliberately created a pariah society out of Igbo land. Nigeria makes no pretense of it.
Whatever Onye-Igbo got, he worked very hard for it, unlike most folks elsewhere who sat and did nothing until their palms are properly oiled. Throughout Igbo land, there are no tangible signs of being one Nigeria. Take just few examples. As a pupil, I paid airport levy for the Imo State airport. Igbos grumble each time they have to travel more than 500km to Murtala Mohammed or Nnamdi Azikiwe airport in order to use an international airport. Some tangential seaports in Calabar in Cross River State and Port Harcourt in Rivers State were deliberately disabled in order to cripple the economy of that part of the country, specifically because of those perceived to take the maximum advantage of the facility. Today, Igbo men are some of the most ‘‘self-exiled’’ peoples of this world, where they look for greener pastures offshore. Their homeland now lies fallow. Their women are now mostly cultivated by other peoples.
Fearing that Ndi-Igbo have resolved beyond lips service this time around to take the bull by the horn, Aso Rock – the seat of Nigeria’s government, became agitated.
The presidency and its notorious cabals, under the watch of Britain, contrived some wicked designs. They cajoled Gov Willie Obiano and Dr Victor Oye, and they became their willing tools. One Senator Ifeanyi Ararume – reputed for his taste for good life and stupendous wealth, was already willing and able. Their plan worked.
It baffles me how Gov Willie Obiano sold Igbo race for a chicken fee – such a paltry sum, in order to guarantee his political future and second term in office. He sold the Igbos.
There is this literary connect between ‘‘The Places in Between’’ in Afghanistan and ‘‘The People in Between’’ in Nigeria. There is this connect between the preferential treatment of a people in Nigeria as in the Middle-East, which only keen observers can see. That’s, those with the full presence of the mind. And we will like to capitalize on it and draw some relevant parallels.
History will be kind to those who are faithful to our common humanity; woe unto the people in between.
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