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My binoculars: NUJ and the dangers of unleashing unexposed journalists on contemporary Nigeria

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2 years ago

November 23, 2022

News Net Global

My binoculars: NUJ and the dangers of unleashing unexposed journalists on contemporary Nigeria

By: Bodunrin Kayode

Reading through a piece written by one Rev father Kelvin Ugwu, titled ” why I talk about election and politics” a lot of lessons can be fished out for the younger generation who believe so much in living the “false life” when it is election time making themselves easy tools by dangerous politicians. That literary false life which Professors Gambo and Pate warned in separate fora will not take us anywhere if we mean to carry out our roles as members of the fourth estate of the realm. There is so much I am yet to write about the recent training sessions on safety anchored by the new executive of the Borno State Council of the Nigerian Union of Journalist (NUJ) and the very strong pronouncements of Professor Danjuma Gambo, at the Dijuma hotel where one of the sessions were held.

Professor Gambo incidentally is one of the key pillars of the department of Mass communications of the University of Maiduguri in Borno state. As one of the speakers said during the 2 days training session, the erudite Prof has been called so many names including a “difficult man” by those who do not want to be educated but believe they are entitled to a certificate after four years. But you know what, the Prof is doing all these to move his products from where they think they have arrived to where they should be in terms of professional excellence. I will do the same thing even if you call me names in the typical Nigerian laissez-fair way of doing things. Even though he was not wearing the academic garb on that day Prof Gambo had a gift for everyone who calls himself a journalist in Nigeria. Very strong professional messages were passed down which to me were gifts for staying the course in the profession as we cruise towards the general election. Most of the younger ones heard stuffs they never picked in the classroom. Profs Danjuma Gambo and Umar Pate will surely have their mention days very soon inside my Binoculars

To Ugwu, if at 36 this young man of God can think proactively, it is a big lesson to young and unstable journalists anywhere. It is always better to aim high but the worse that can happen to a man is to build castles in the air. Take yourself to the clouds where evil thoughts abound and return to the reality on earth. This young Ugwu has been given so many powerful positions yet he remains focused and normal in his late thirties were many professionals are still very “unstable” and “non right thinking”. When one is given an opportunity like Ugwu and still floating in the air when removed from a place by circumstances created by nature, one is still supposed to remain normal. And not going about harassing young ones in that institution and refusing to come back to reality even when the political god father who brought you on board dies suddenly. These are some of the excesses we are supposed to purge ourselves of as journalists who wish to keep our professional reputations.

Composure of journalists during any form of elections period or year

A colleague once asked me why I stuck my head out for Chairman Dauda Ilya in the last elections. What if he fails? he asked smiling. How will you manage the disappointment? Don’t you think you are supposed to be discreet? I quickly responded. Comrade life itself is like a game. You win small and loose small. If my candidate looses I will remain myself. I will not go about trying to patch my reputation like an all knowing person who has no business loosing like I see among some young colleagues. This is because I have never seen elections anywhere as a do or die matter. I have lost so many material things and opportunities in this short life but have equally gained others so to me loosing is not a challenge. I lost my father at 57 in 1987 but life continued. I did not loose my self esteem when I was training without his support to become a journalist. I did menial jobs to survive. Now that I am involved in guiding younger journalists into the right paths I don’t have any reason to believe that my reputation will be poisoned for seeing quality in a particular candidate and standing openly with him instead of hiding behind the clouds. I will never allow any one to puncture my reputation especially if the person is a journalistic brat who has 30 more years to tread where I have dared to walk before now. Loosing an election does not mean that a man has reached his elastic limits so he must look for drugs or Marijuana to compensate his punctured self esteem. A journalist should be far stronger than that. In fact quoting from Professor Gambo it is good to try to be daring and safe during the course of doing the job. However, any professional who is not ready to “die” for doing the right thing is not ready to be a journalist.

The dangers of remaining certificated yet dangerously unexposed

Thank God my candidate won, I wish younger journalists will learn one lesson or two from the humility of Chairman Dauda Ilya. He is not infected with any form of sublime “inferiority complex” and will surely not use a bigger colleague to shine. He knows his strengths and weaknesses and will never deliberately outshine masters in the game. He is an obvious team player who has an on the spot perception of our problems. He understands that he cannot be the only tree in the forest which is why he learnt the ropes very fast.

He also reads widely and has tried to expose himself through books. Dauda Ilya is the chairman of nuj today but he will never go to another chat room to say I am the chair, you have no right to do this while I am the chair. Despotism is not in his character because he has taken his time to understand the power game of the NUJ. As young as he is in the game, he may be perceived as reticent but that is the haul mark of a well trained professional. Listening more than talking. He has learnt practical diplomacy from some of us he is never ashamed to associate with. If there is an issue to be sorted. Be prepared because he will call you directly to iron it out so that your persona is not injured in any way. That is the persona of a man who is ready for greater assignments beyond that of the state as chairman of the NUJ.

When Dogs hunt for dog meat to eat

I remember my mentor Professor Ralph Akinfeleye used to say in class that when dog bites a man it’s no news but when a man decides to bite a dog it’s news. I actually saw it in an online flick recently making the rounds in which a puppy was tormenting a young lad. He simply picked the puppy and bit it and it scampered away screaming in pain. That is a big lesson for cub reporters to know that they should avoid the dog eat dog syndrome now that the nation is anticipating an election just around the corner. A bigger dog can always chew a smaller one and get away with it if the cub or puppy behaves silly. But when two big rottweilers start to bite themselves over superiority or space them there is fire on the mountain. Only the old dogs in our case, the veterans can come in to intervene.

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Younger colleagues who go about using the reputation of older colleagues to oil their deflated egos after an election are surely suffering from “inferiority complex” or drugs induced fatigues. The drugs such members indulge in secretly will never allow them to know when they are digging their own graves for destruction. They are found in many other professions but we tend to ignore them when they get high within ours. I think we should begin to worry about them and look out for post traumatic stress disorder too.

The dangers of un-exposure

Mark you, this alarm is not about the sound of their certification or the former positions they held but their self induced backwardness in their calling which is affecting their relationships with people. They are generally unexposed and do not understand the relationship between certification and exposure which cannot be picked from an academic classroom.

If indeed you are a bigger dog, you will realize that there is no need to respond to some of their tirades. This is simply because it’s not worth it. We shall continue to pray for them not to die young from the drug induction which some of them have decided to hold on to at their own peril. When you read the admonition of the young Kelvin posted on top you will always see that those who the God’s want to destroy they first make mad. Be guided if you belong to the younger generation of journalists who take hard drugs and alcohol and rob it on your colleagues when you loose control. This is because the future ahead may be too complex for you to navigate without guidance. In fact it could be suicidal to do so.

My binoculars: NUJ and the dangers of unleashing unexposed journalists on contemporary Nigeria

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University Courses: Marketable and Non-Marketable Courses—How True?

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4 weeks ago

November 25, 2024

Ochuwa Ibrahim

University Courses: Marketable and Non-Marketable Courses—How True?

By: Balami Lazarus

Let me make it clear hereinafter that I am not against any academic course or the role of guidance and counseling for good career choice, provided that our young men and women will be guided properly. Not long ago, I visited a friend who teaches at one of the universities. It was interesting to be with him, having spent years without seeing each other.

My friend and I took time out and had a long discussion on national issues concerning our country in an attempt to proffer verbal solutions that will only end and stop as mere talks, which most Nigerians are good at doing, including this writer.

In furtherance to our discussion, I was very particular about education and how to improve the sector in terms of standards, academic excellence, and skills. I also raised the issue of corruption in the system. In the process I immediately recalled what some parents and guardians are peddling around saying: “There are marketable and non-marketable courses in our universities.

“For me, I know that for hundreds of years, universities are known to be great centers of teaching, learning,learning and research, contributing to arts, science, and technology for the purpose of national development. My friend was quick to add that “the academic corruption is perpetrated by some lecturers and students, monetarily and sexually.”

Having discussed the corruption bug. I asked the university Don if there are any courses as marketable and non-marketable courses in our universities. This one question gave the Don a good laugh. He looked at me and said, “I have spent years as a teacher in the university academic department. I have never heard of any course(s) known as marketable and non-marketable academic disciplines or any faculty/department that run such courses.

As young secondary school students aspiring to go to the university to study courses of our choices where our interest lies and looking forward to becoming either political scientists, engineers, lawyers, historians, or doctors, and so on. In this regard, we had never heard or been told by our teachers or parents that there are marketable and non-marketable academic courses. Therefore, we should study the marketable courses.

The question I always asked myself was, where are these courses? What we have in our universities are courses leading to different human endeavors. Whatever one decided to call these courses, what is obtainable today is the need to have to add skills to your academic training; employers of labor are today skills-oriented for those who are hoping to be employed.

Balami, a Publisher/Columnist, 08036779290

University Courses: Marketable and Non-Marketable Courses—How True?

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With Fury of a Tempest, Alau Dam Flood

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1 month ago

November 15, 2024

Ochuwa Ibrahim

With Fury of a Tempest, Alau Dam Flood

By: Balami Lazarus

Who wants to be a millionaire? a television quiz program anchored by one Frank Idoho, which I hardly missed. I recalled a question once asked: Where is Lake Alau? In the options, there was Borno state among other states. The young man on the hot seat gave a wrong answer. I believe because Lake Alau was then not popular, unlike its cousin, Lake Chad.

Not much is known about the Lake, Alau, and the dam known and called Lake Alau Dam put together. Let me first start with the lake as a natural geographical feature, a large body of water surrounded by land. However, and to the best of my findings, there is no available written document on the history of this lake in question. But it held that the Lake was there many years traceable to the period of the Kanem- Borno Empire. While the present Alau was a small settlement that emerged during the formative years of Shehu’s dynasty from 1846 to the present day. It later grew into a village with people of Kanuri extraction.

Alau is today part of the Konduga Local Government Area of Borno state, some few kilometers away from Maiduguri city center. For the purpose of providing portable drinking water and to improve agriculture through irrigation farming and fishing, a dam was constructed by the past administration of the state from 1984 to 1986. The project was tagged as Water for Borno. Thereby, Lake Alau Dam has become part of the people’s lives, for its importance cannot be quantified.

The recent Alau Dam flood that nearly swept away the city of Maiduguri came with a raging fury of a tempest in September 2024 I will liken to one of the works of William Shakespeare—”The Tempest.”TheTempest”. That of the play was simply and deliberately raised to humble palace traitor Antonio and his co-conspirators, who ousted Duke Prospero, whom they marooned on a deserted island, leaving him to his fate. But ours came with devastating destruction and killing with ravaging effect from head to tail, which has caused unestimated damage.

The flood was not because of the heavy rainfall experienced last season but from the overflow of the dam and subsequent breakoff of its decks. My last visit to Lake Alau Dam with some friends was years back. What was observed and saw were obsolete facilities that were outdated, old, and weakly decked. There was nothing to show that the dam is being cared for. But while growing up in Zaria as kids, we were so used to seeing Kubani and the University (ABU) dams being opened up to let out large quantities of water to avoid overflow and flooding. Has Alau Dam ever experienced that? Has it been dredged?

Therefore, the 13-man committee led by Mr. Liman Gana Mustapha, a professional town planner, may wish to consider these questions as an inroad to finding a lasting solution to the flood matter.

Balami, a Publisher/Columnist. 08036779290

With Fury of a Tempest, Alau Dam Flood

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The Rise and Fall of Garkida, a Social Decline

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2 months ago

November 7, 2024

Ochuwa Ibrahim

The Rise and Fall of Garkida, a Social Decline

By: Balami Lazarus

In my recent visit to see my aged mother in Shaffa, a small rural town. In a chat with some of my peers, Garkida came up, and one of us immediately informed the group that the town is socially dredged. I made some findings, and you may wish to agree. I believed students of history my generation were once taught about the rise and fall of great empires, kingdoms, rulers, warriors, and other historical events during our secondary school days. In the cause of those lessons, our imaginations were always taken far to other lands.

We never thought that someday there would be a fall or decline of our own, which could be a town, village, or settlement, but never like the fall of the known historical empires/kingdoms of Oyo, Jukun, Fante/Ashante, Kanem-Borno, Songhai, etc. To rise is a difficult task in life or in the course of growth, be it individual, town, or city. But to fall is easy. Garkida has rose and fallen, or, to say, declined socially. Once a bubbling rural town in Buraland, being in Gombi Local Government Area of Adamawa State has nose-dived from the social ladder.

As a historian, I will not subscribe to the use of the term fall; it will defile my histo-journalistic sense of reasoning because Garkida is a proper noun and is there real. So it will rather go well with me and perhaps some readers of this essay to accept Declined as a better use of historical language for the purpose of this work. I am not a native of Garkida and have never lived there, but it was the home of my cousins and nieces long before now.

As a young man, I had it well with friends when the town was in her social chemistry and apogee. In spite of her decline, the arrears in our kitty, notwithstanding the flow of time, are the mutual friendship, an indelible mark in our social life. I remember clearly as a holiday-maker with my grandmother at Shaffa, Garkida was the in-thing in our youthful days because of the mass social activities that used to take place there.

There were social interactions with friends and relatives from different places, parties of all kinds—a social front burner. And to most of my peers, it was the center of today’s mobile social handle—Facebook, where you meet and make new friends. That was Garkida for us. As a rural town, it flourished with glamour, elegance, and pride, triggered by the social engineering of Who is Who? The creme de la creme of her sons and daughters who made nane in their vocations or professions that promoted and spread the name of Garkida as social lighthouse.

It was the abode of top military brass in the ranks of generals. Her businessmen once made the town tick as a cluster of has. It was the nerve of vogue and socialites in Buraland. There was declined in this capacity. Historically, Garkida came to the limelight and appeared on the colonial map of Nigeria in 1923, when the white Christian missionaries of CBN/EYN first settled there and made it their home on the 17th March of the aforementioned year. The beginning of her social mobility started in the 1970s, through the 1980s, to the dawn of the 1990s, her zenith.

I doff my hat for the united daughters of Garkida; credit goes to them; their exposures, taste, beauty, love, elegance, sophistication, unity of purpose, and social agrandisement made them wives of husbands of men from far and near who are of different walks of life. The women of Garkida were a central force, once the venus de milo of the town before its social decline. I cannot conclude this article without appreciating the fact that Garkida was the center of learning and vocational training and once the hold of good and efficient healthcare services in Buraland and its neighbors. Today, Garkida is no longer in the vantage position.

Balami, a Publisher/Columnist, 08036779290.