Before now, he minimally knew about
Nigeria other than its name. He befriended no Nigerian aside from the
few he stumbled across in his ministerial assignments as a preacher. But
in recent times, Joe, my white American friend, has learnt so much
about my country and its people that he now believes he is more equipped
than a Nigerian Professor of History or any Nigerian alive, about all
that is in Nigeria’s past, present, and what will be in the future. That
was his confession.
Joe’s acuity about our country’s stories was acquired through Facebook
where he is connected to me as friend, and in turn to many others he
has never met and may never meet. He follows our arguments about issues
and according to him, he laughs his head off reading many of our
opinions. Joe summed up Nigeria and Nigerians in this short American
Southern sentential submission: “Y’all gat some mess up in there”. He is
right.
Nigeria has a messy past, a messier
present, and a gawky, gaucherie future except our God shows His mercy.
What have got many giving up hope are events we see all around us in
everyday Nigeria. This country has become a cesspool of ludicrousness
and ridiculousness, a cesspit of laughability and farcicality, and a
cistern through which all things miasmic and mephitic flow. Government
after government, it appears as if we are in a quotidian navigation
through the noxious vicinage and nauseating neighbourhood of the
nonsensical and the absurd. And writing or blowing out your larynx in a
scream for a change looks like shadow-boxing and sciamachical strain,
stress, and stab.
Friday, September 5, 2014, a Bombardier
Challenger 600, with a Nigerian flight crew headed for Johannesburg,
South Africa. The jet became a flying cash-vault and strongroom brimmed
up with undeclared raw cash that totalled $9.3m. Mission was to purchase
arms and ammunition for some agency of the Nigerian government as it
continues chasing Boko Haram from pillar to post in its newly sculpted
caliphate. So, reinforcement was needed from xenophobic South Africans
because all routes to the Western world to purchase ammunition for
Nigeria are full of booby-traps and suspicions of money-laundering by
Nigerian government apparatchiks. On board was an Abuja-based Israeli,
who was the only man with the combinations to open the lock on the suit
cases containing the cash.
Arriving Johannesburg, the cover was
blown. When covers are blown in deals that have to do with money in
Nigeria, it means someone in the deal is probably being edged and
schemed out from the booty; and what follows is always crying and
gnashing of ugly teeth of obstreperousness. Between the couriers of the
cash and the Nigerian diplomats in South Africa, something happened, but
we don’t know what it was. Some day, we will find out the truth. It was
the known truth that got someone talking to the media about the dingy
deal.
The shock in the whole drama was the mode
of transfer of the whopping sum and the initial responses of our
government. It was both risible and daffy when we read that the
government believes money- transfer through a jet would deliver faster
than going through the Central Bank. The purchase of the ammunition was
so urgent in the thought of those responsible for this irresponsibility
that the government chose not to make the transfer via the Central Bank
but through a pastor’s private pet jet. The jet must have been so
anointed with some kind of miracle oil that, in a holy-rolling of sort,
it can cover a 3,000 miles journey between Lagos and Johannesburg and
deliver money faster than a Bank Wire Transfer would in minutes. If this
is not a jejune jabbering from a polemic whippersnapper; if this is not
a farrago of bunkum and absurd verbiage, I wonder what then it is.
These are some of the stories the world reads about the giant of Africa
that makes it look like a divagate gallimaufry of ridicule and
loutishness. Warts of weird behaviours are found in all crevices of our
government, and stench is locked up in all the nooks and crannies. God
must come to Nigeria’s rescue.
The man or woman who knew the truth then
dropped the name of a man of God. It was Pastor Ayo Oritsejafor, the
head of all Christians in Nigeria under the Christian Association of
Nigeria, and the sole owner of the flying cash-vault and strongroom jet.
I and many all over the world have drawn and learnt from the man of
God’s teachings and expository prowess of the infallible word of the
living God. Oh, how I love Pastor Ayo! I wish the night-crawling money
transfer had not taken place on his jet, or any other jet belonging to
any man of God for that matter. I wish the money had not been
transferred on Pastor Ayo’s jet because all of us Christians now have to
defend what I believe is totally indefensible. I wish Pastor Ayo will
just leave these politicians alone and preside over CAN in a noble and
decent manner, not running back and forth genuflecting before
politicians in pursuit of wealth that has wings.
As a servant of God, I always cringe in
shame when scandals regarding anointed men brew up. I have to attempt
sharpening my debate skills to confront some of my friends who think
Pentecostalism and Pentecostal pastors are just a bunch of unemployed
lowlifes and unemployable barracudas who just love to extort and
manipulate both the highs and the lows in the society with perfected
Pentecostal abracadabra. Pastor Ayo is a great man of God, but he is now
perceived in recent times as a man of glittering gold and blinking
bling. The leasing and sub-leasing of the jet are obviously an attempt
to make extra cash to maintain the jet. I wish Pastor had found another
way of maintaining the toy. If he cannot maintain the jet, he should not
retain it. You cannot retain what you cannot maintain. I wish
gun-running, dirty-deals, money-trafficking under the cover of the night
had not been part of how Pastor Ayo’s ministry is now defined. But, it
has happened, and it’s not a happenstance. Any kind of romance between
pastors and Nigerian politicians may surely land big and heavy bags of
free money, but it will always land you in a heavy pile of trouble
especially as CAN president. When a CAN president is in conjugal
conjoining, lovey-dovey dance-steps with Nigerian politicians, it will
spring a carbuncle that may never heal.
The Christian Association of Nigeria that
Pastor Ayo presides over has become a CAN of worms that many Christians
have kept an arm’s length from since he became president. The Catholic
Church has pulled out, and many others are also tinkering with the same
idea. We know Pastor Ayo is an unapologetic supporter of President
Goodluck Jonathan, and that is well. But he cannot drag millions of his
members who don’t believe what he believes regarding politics. He has
every right to do that with the church he founded, not CAN that is a
rallying umbrella for all Christians in Nigeria who have differing
political swings. There is no doubt that this present leadership of CAN
is full of worms, and it will be a great move if Pastor Ayo stepped
aside. Doing otherwise with all the foofaraw we have now is kicking the CAN down the road.
Written by Fola Ojo
www.folasophical.com
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