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Saturday, 7 January 2017

Opinion I When Senior Citizens Become Vulnerable Dwellers

WHEN SENIOR CITIZENS BECOME VULNERABLE DWELLERS

       The last time I checked painstakingly, Imo pensioners were no longer seen as ‘senior citizens’ but vulnerable individuals, probably because they are currently not unlike toothless bulldogs contrary to what they are known for. Their present pathetic physiognomy is occasioned by the ill-treatment they have received from the state government thus far.

        It’s noteworthy that 36 months arrears of pension are accruable to the said retirees. Recently, the government led by Governor Rochas Okorocha pledged to clear 13 months out of the aforementioned months owed them. Afterwards, the government proposed to pay only 40 per cent (40%) of the total amount involved due to the ongoing economic downturn, but the proposal was reportedly rejected by the Imo State chapter of the Nigerian Union of Pensioners (NUP) as was disclosed by its chairman, Mr. Gideon Ezeji.

        Funnily enough, without minding the refusal, the government went ahead to distribute forms among the pensioners for them to enter an unconditional undertaking. The form entitled ‘Letter of set off in respect of my outstanding pension arrears’ was targeted to persuade the pensioners towards accepting the proposed 40% payment as well as forfeit the remaining 23 months that would be left after the payment. The letter meant to be duly signed by each of the recipients read in part, ‘I do hereby release and discharge the Imo State Government and its agents from all past, present and future liability and from all actions, claims and demands in respect of the said accumulated Pension Arrears.’

       The leadership of the state’s NUP had to cry foul, stating that the government never sought their consent before distributing the forms, thereby urged the pensioners to ignore them. However, it’s worth noting that, owing to hunger and frustration, most of these supposed senior citizens had already filled the form prior to the arrival of the directive; it suffices to say that they were left with no choice.

       The final resolution of the pensioners was that the government should pay any amount cum number of months it could afford and leave the remaining for posterity rather than asking them to sign a ‘death warrant’ against their wish. The bone of contention remains that these people are very hungry – thus can cope with any payment at the moment – but not to bludgeon them into submission. Yes they are vulnerable, but not insane.

       Perhaps they are avoiding following the footsteps of the Imo civil servants, which are currently telling on the workers. Some months ago, the leadership of the Imo branch of the Nigerian Labour Congress (NLC) led by Mr. Austin Chilakpu, on behalf of the workers, signed an agreement with the government accepting to be paid 70 per cent of the monthly wages due them. Though the step was commendable because it was able to settle the lingered impasse between the two parties, most analysts argued that the NLC goofed. And right now, the workers – particularly those of low cadre – are seriously complaining that the 70% is just a peanut.

        So, if 70 per cent could be referred to as a ‘peanut’ by someone who is still in service, how would a pensioner regard 40 per cent of his/her pension if eventually paid? The question might seem rhetorical but its answer would definitely serve as a pathway toward acknowledging what actually is at stake on the part of the teeming pensioners. It would equally interest, perhaps shock you to note that the gratuities of most of these retirees are yet to be cleared. We are not unaware of the economic meltdown being experienced across the federation, which Imo isn’t an exception, but using it as the basis to subject the revered pensioners to uncalled torture and slavery is completely unacceptable; hence, such a weird idea ought to be jettisoned headlong.

        I’m not trying to make a case with the government, neither am I in any way putting up a quarrel. On the contrary, I only intend to let it comprehend that the people in question are dropping dead on a daily basis as a result of famine and financial vulnerability. Aside lack of food, an average pensioner in the state, alongside their counterparts in other states that share common fate, can no longer foot his/her hospital bills, thus would prefer to remain at home even when the need to see a physician is compelling or so glaring. As I reprimand Imo, other states owing pensions shouldn’t exonerate themselves.

        When people begin to beg for their rights, you needn’t be told that things are not anymore at ease; you need not be informed that the constitution is no longer seen as a sacred document; you needn’t be notified that rights have been mistaken for privileges. Notwithstanding, in such a circumstance, we are required to deploy dialogue because resorting to suing the erring party might linger the moment of hardship thereby causing more harm. In other words, we are only expected to sue for peace.

        To this end, I’m earnestly appealing to the governor to wear a human face while addressing this issue. The condition currently faced by these persons that have served the country meritoriously is really unbearable and untold, hence, shouldn’t be overlooked by anyone that means well for humankind. Even the few Nigerians who are steady income earners still lament that there’s severe hunger in the land, let alone those who can’t boast of a dime in a whole month.

        Though the suffering is much, I enjoin the senior citizens and Imolites at large, to give the government the benefit of the doubt. Let’s not allow our resentment to constitute further damage rather than seek redress. Think about it!


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Indelible Merit (II)


INDELIBLE MERIT (II)

       As a result of the incident, the school couldn’t make it to the venue. Therein, the interest of the school’s management headed by Mr. J.O. Dare, the headmaster was shifted to the hospital and morgue where Mr. T.A. Ayo and the deceased pupils were respectively conveyed to.

      “What about Amanda and Kola?” Mr. Ayo asked the headmaster as he lay in the hospital bed.

       Mr. Dare who was flanked by four other staff of the school couldn’t utter a word in response to the question.

      “Sir,” Mr. Dare reiterated. “I said, what of Kola and Chiamanda?”

      “We lost them.” the assistant headmaster, Mr. Adegoke frankly disclosed.

      “How?” Mr. Ayo verified. “What did you mean?”

      “I mean, they are dead.” Mr. Adegoke clarified never minded the repercussions.

      “What…?” Mr. Ayo screamed, attempted to jump out of the bed, ignoring that he was under drip.

      “Calm down, calm down.” the five sympathizers chorused, as Mr. Adegoke whom was closer to him held him firmly to the bed. “Do you want to kill yourself?” Mr. Dare added.

      “I saw no need hiding it from you,” Mr. Adegoke chipped in. “That’s why I told you.” he said, paused. “You have to be a man.” He concluded.

      “But this was not the right time to disclose such news.” The headmaster frowned, facing Mr. Adegoke.

     “I am sorry, sir.” Mr. Adegoke apologized.

      At the venue of the event, everyone was impatiently awaiting the arrival of the prospective participants from Bojeri Grammar School till 1pm, all to no avail. The competition was scheduled to commence at 12.00 noon.

       A few minutes later, the organizers of the occasion got the news of the unimagined incident. Everyone was instantly trapped to the ground, especially the management of the event’s sponsor, one of the prominent manufacturers of beverages in Nigeria.

      There was no how they could continue with the competition without the presence of the bereaved school. It was the final round of the competition, thus only Bojeri Grammar School, Lagos State and one adversary – a private primary school from the North – were meant to slug it out towards determining the overall best. In view of this, the event was outrightly postponed till further notice.

      Consequently, the bereaved families as well as Mr. Ayo were duly compensated by the manufacturing company, although the vacuum created remained a loss they would live to mourn.

       One month on, the new date for the competition was fixed by the organizers; hence, the bereaved school was conscientized to renew their vigour for the race. By this time, Mr. Ayo, the Mathematics tutor had totally recuperated. The school was definitely left with no option than to gather their acts and move on.

      “Mr. Ayo,” the headmaster, Mr. Dare called as the former walked into his office. “Good to see you again.”

        That was the first day Mr. Ayo would be in school after the accident.

       “Thank you, sir.”

       “Please, sit down.”

         Mr. Ayo got seated, remained calm.

       “So, how do you feel now?”

       “I am very strong now, sir.”

       “We really thank God for your life, but…”

       “I know,” Mr. Ayo interrupted. “You mean, Amanda and Kola?”

       “Yes,” Mr. Dare replied. “Those kids died in active service.” he lamented, paused. “When we needed them most.”

        “It’s okay, sir.” Mr. Ayo consoled. “God knows why it happened that way.”

       “Well,” Mr. Dare succumbed. “Who are we to query him?”

         Mr. Ayo nodded, though looked soured.

       “So, are you willing to continue with the task?” Mr. Dare inquired hesitantly.

       “Yes, of course.”

        Mr. Dare nodded in appreciation. “Hope you are aware of the new date?”

        The new date indicated that the competition would take place in the next three weeks.

        Mr. Ayo nodded. “Yes sir.” He added.

      “Alright,” quoth Mr. Dare. “So, go and get the kids ready.”

      “No problem, sir.” Mr. Ayo responded, calmly stood up and left for his office.

       The following week, he returned to Mr. Dare’s office with the names of the two pupils expected to participate in the event. They were Tobi and Bisi; the latter was the female pupil whom was initially dropped due to gender-imbalance. The headmaster assented to the list, thus enjoined Mr. Ayo to continue with the finishing touches.

        Two weeks later, the rescheduled D-day came knocking. On that fateful day being Saturday, the entire staff and pupils of Bojeri Grammar School were deeply perturbed, filled with fear of the unknown. They embarked on the journey in a single bus contrary to the previous arrangement where they moved in two vehicles. While on their way to Akure, the capital city of Ondo State, they prayed, sang praises as well as worship songs to keep heart, body and soul together.

       Finally, at 10am, they arrived at the venue. The organizers were very impressed to have their presence despite all the tribulations encountered thus far. Owing to that singular effort, the school’s headmaster, Mr. J.O. Dare was therein recognized by the sponsor of the event as the ‘Best headmaster of the Year’.

       At eleven O’clock, the competition commenced as planned. Bisi and his male colleague, Tobi were damn prepared for the show. Taking a glance at their respective countenances, one would be convinced that they could not wait to depart from the venue with the awaited feat. Although their counterparts from the private school situated in the Northern part of the country were equally ready to grab the five million naira, Tobi and Bisi appeared to be the best going by their previous performances since the commencement of the competition six months back.

      “I want to remind us once more,” the chairman of the event announced as he stood on the podium. “That the overall winner of this quiz competition would be going home with five million naira.”

        The observers applauded the announcement whilst the intending participants became more motivated and jittery.

       “So, I urge the participants to do their best to ensure that they emerge victorious.”

        Everyone smiled simultaneously.

       “However,” he continued. “The second runner of the competition would be entitled to one million naira cash.” He landed.

        There and behold, in two hours time the competition was over, thus the panel of judges was asked to decide the winner. Unfortunately, the workaholic Bojeri Grammar School couldn’t make it to the peak of the ladder; its counterpart was announced as the overall best.

        Considering the performance of the pupils of the defeated school, the spectators of the event were disappointed in the panel’s judgement. They were strongly of the view that the aforesaid school was robbed of their victory ‘well deserved’. The development generated a lot of mixed feelings and ripples among the participants as they depart for their various destinations.

       The following two days, Mr. J.O. Dare was sensitized to write the appropriate quarters over the perceived maltreatment, and he immediately complied with the request.

       Three weeks on, it was discovered that the school was truly cheated. It was learnt that the purported winner of the competition bribed the judges prior to the day of the event. To this end, the school was shut down indefinitely by the concerned authority, and the management alongside the judges was charged to court for corruption and conspiracy.

       Thereafter, Bojeri Grammar School was handsomely rewarded by the event’s sponsor with ten million naira in addition to other goodies, for a job well done in spite of the inconveniences that befell them.
 
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Indelible Merit


INDELIBLE MERIT

      “Oh,” Mr. Dare exclaimed as he sat in his office. “We just have two weeks to go.” He thought.

       Mr. J.O. Dare was an experienced and astute headmaster who truly knew his onions. It invariably took him nothing to get the best of whatever he so desired; it suffices to say that he effortlessly strived towards excellence. His kin cum junior colleagues respected him for such rare idiosyncrasy. Another remarkable part of his person that was worthy of emulation was that he was so disciplined and easy-going. You hardly saw him quarrel with anyone even while issuing disciplinary directive to any of his staff or family members, as the case might be. He usually reprimanded or scolded anyone found wanting in a polite and mature manner, that, everyone far and near found his presence very attractive. This attribute alone made him maintained a good management–staff cooperation in the public primary school where he was currently serving.

       In spite of the fact that he was heading a government institution, he handled and managed it as he would if it was his. In fact, the school in question was widely reckoned to be a privately owned citadel of learning, thus parents and guardians from all walks of life were, on a daily basis, trouping to the school to get their wards registered. To assert the least, Bojeri Grammar School as the name went, was always ahead of its contemporaries whenever it called for inter-school debate/quiz competitions, among other competitive outings.

       As Mr. Dare was seated in that office on a Monday morning immediately after the school’s assembly period, he was deeply occupied with the ongoing Mathematics quiz competition his school had been participating in, with a few other primary schools across the federation. The preliminary rounds of the competition had already been conducted; hence, Bojeri Grammar School was one of the best and lucky ones that made it to the grand finale that was expected to take place in barely two weeks time.

       “Good morning, sir.” Mr. Ayo greeted the moment he walked into the headmaster’s office.

       “Good morning, Mr. Ayo.”

       “Sir, you sent for me?”

         Mr. T.A. Ayo was the school’s Mathematics expert. The boss had earlier sent a pupil to his office to call him.

       “Yes I did, my dear,” Mr. Dare responded. “Please, sit down.” He urged, gesticulating.

        Mr. Ayo majestically sat on one of the backseats sited opposite Mr. Dare’s. Going by his countenance, he already knew the purpose for the invitation.

      “Please tell me,” Mr. Dare said. “What is the latest?” He inquired.

       Mr. Ayo was silent, trying to employ delay tactics.

       He was the most adored and celebrated teacher in the school at that moment, so he could attend to questions in any manner chosen by him. It wasn’t that he was impudent; he was only trying to showcase how important his services were, which no doubt was a common trait in human behaviour.

      “How prepared are the kids?” the headmaster added in a jiffy.

       He was referring to the primary six pupils whom were meant to represent the school in the said competition.

      “Sir, I must confess,” quoth Mr. Ayo. “The kids are doing very well.”

      “Sure?”

      “Yes sir.”

      “Remember, only two would make it to the competition?” Mr. Dare reminded. “Others would only be there to cheer them up.”

       Mr. Ayo nodded in comprehension.

      “So, who are the two pupils that would represent us?” Mr. Dare enquired. “Or, are you yet to decide?”

      “No sir,” Mr. Ayo answered. “The two are available.”

      “So, who are they?”

      “Amanda and Bisi.”

       The aforementioned girls were among the pupils whom had been actively involved in the race, ab initio, thus the headmaster had nothing to doubt about their competence and reliability.

       “Both of them are girls, right?”

       “Yes sir.”

       “I understand both are competent, but…”

       “But what, sir?” Mr. Ayo interrupted.

       “You see, Lagos is a cosmopolitan state,” Mr. Dare asserted. “So, I wouldn’t want a situation whereby people would think we lack competent boys in a school situated in such state.”

       “How do you mean, sir?”

       “I mean, we need to mix the genders of the proposed participants.” Mr. Dare informed. “Let it not be one-sided.”

       “Sir, are you saying this because both are girls?” Mr. Ayo chipped in. “What of if they happen to be boys?”

       “My dear, don’t let it seem as if I am against a certain gender.” Mr. Dare clarified. “I am only trying to balance the equation.”

       “Sir, I understand where you are coming from, but…”

       “But what?”

       “I am afraid,” Mr. Ayo notified. “Bisi and Amanda are the best heads I can figure right now.”

       “I have always trusted your ability, Mr. Ayo,” the boss enthused. “So, don’t fail me now that I need your services most.” He added, looking into his eyes.

       “I will try my best, sir.”

       “Now you are talking.”

       “I wish to take my leave, sir.’

       “It’s alright,” replied the headmaster. “Please, do get back to me by tomorrow, okay?”

       “Alright sir.” Mr. Ayo said, stood up and walked towards the entrance.

       “One more thing, Mr. Ayo.”

        Mr. Ayo turned, remained attentive while standing.

       “Don’t forget,” quoth the 57-year-old Mr. Dare. “We are targeting five million naira.” He frankly reminded.

        Mr. Ayo smiled and calmly took his leave.

        Mr. Dare smiled too as he watched him depart. “Stubborn man indeed!” He observed amidst the smile.

       The following day, the 43-year-old Mr. T.A. Ayo returned to the headmaster’s office with the names of the newly selected pupils for the awaited competition as requested. This time, the chosen ones were Amanda and Kola; needless to say that Bisi had been delisted in order to suit the gender-balance quest of the highly revered headmaster. Kola had equally been amongst the active participants from the outset.

      “This is good and acceptable.” Mr. Dare enthused, as he received the names.

       Mr. Ayo smiled. “Thank you, sir”

      “Now, go and prepare them for the D-day.” The boss urged elatedly.

      “They are already ready, sir.”

      “I know,” concurred Mr. Dare. “I was referring to the finishing touches.”

      “Okay sir.” Mr. Ayo said, stood up and walked away.

       In thirteen days time, the long awaited D-day eventually arrived, thus the school embarked on a trip to Akure, Ondo State – the venue for the event. Kola and Amanda, the prospective participants were travelling in a separate car alongside the car’s driver who happened to be Mr. T.A. Ayo. The car was moving ahead of a Busscar bus that contained the rest of the staff and other participating pupils of the school.

       On reaching the venue of the epochal occasion, something very horrific occurred. Mr. Ayo’s car had a terrible accident owing to the bad state of the road, and the two prospective participants – Amanda and Kola gave up the ghost at the spot but Mr. Ayo survived though he sustained severe injury.

       What transpired consequently ought to be a story for another day. Or, what’s your opinion? Think about it!
 
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