Opinion
Ayamatanga!
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2 years agoon

By Toyin Falola
Ayamatanga is a fictional word coined to describe a demonic spirit. If I call you Ayamatanga, you should be angry, very angry, as it implies that your mother is a demon, your father is the devil, and both gave birth to Satan. The most popular Christian film ministry in Nigeria, Mount Zion Faith Ministries International, tapping into Nollywood culture, actually named a character Ayamatanga in the movie Agbára Ńlá, depicting the ultimate demon. Ayamatanga is a beast.
Yes, I am looking for a word to describe your heavy stomach, the beast that lodges oríṣiríṣi in it. I can see cow tail, liver, pancreas, intestines, poll, ribs, pin bone, muzzle, and pastern. All the representatives of the màálù are inside you, from the caudal to the cranial. The ears and eyes of the cow’s head, the meaty part of the neck, and cuts from the limbs. Wait a minute! What is the snout of a pig doing in your stomach, along with the lips of the goat and the thorax of the ram? So, you can consume an entire cow within a few months! Is it true that you use the grilled head of a cow to go along with your garri? The Ayamatanga has turned you into a heavy reckless eater whose mouth will lead to your death. Wòǹbílíkí Wònbìà! Your father died on the Lagos – Ibadan road, a careful man killed by a truck carrying cows from Kano to Lagos. Even if only out of sympathy for your father, should you not see a cow and get angry?
I saw this man at a wedding party, one of those elaborate ones at a hall that had about 2,000 guests. One of the casts in The Wedding Party was there. I saw her–Sola Sobowale is her name. Our eyes met, but she looked away, realizing I was not rich enough—but not as broke as her husband in the movie. Sola, Oba in King of Boys, “Carry go jor!” Sitting next to me was this gentleman, soft-spoken, actually silent. I wanted to engage in an usual Nigeria conversation where a man with six cars parked inside his compound tells me that he is managing. Everyone in Nigeria is a manager of some sort – the manager of poverty and the manager of wealth – remarkable representatives of the politicians who govern them.
This man could not talk to me. He was not hard of hearing because as he sat down, he was dancing to the music in his chair, using his big legs and heavy shoulders to match the beats. But he could not talk as he must consume the starters. You know what they call “refreshment” in Nigeria is a full meal: meat pie, chin-chin, egg rolls, fried meat, fried chicken, grilled gizzard, fried dodo, and fried fish and shrimp, now served with garri, cold water, ice cubes, sugar, and even milk and groundnuts! The main course is yet to follow! Even the Oyinbo who eat a three-course meal do it in small portions.
I did not ask for his name. I gave him one in my mind, “Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn” as he consumed anything that touched his mouth with lightning speed. “Ikùn” in Yorùbá means the stomach, and “bẹ́” is blowing up, tearing, imploding, and exploding. Since I did not know whether his stomach would implode or explode, I combined both into an elegant name, Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn, aka “Throat is the passage to heaven!”
Four bottles of Gulder—the high-class beer that wears a golden damask— Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn liquidated within the hour. One chair was empty, but refreshment was on the table. Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn finished his own and grabbed the one without an owner. Gone! I bet he would have eaten the plate if it was “mistakenly” edible.
I told Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn that he could take mine as I was drinking my Star beer, admiring all the colours and shades of colours that people wore. A lady behind me wore an àsáró yellow blouse and wrapper with an èsúrú colour and afternoon sky yellow gèlè. The woman beside her wore an onion purple combined with a fresh corn green dress and a pair of shoes in lime green. A group of four women wore the aṣo-ẹbí for the party—Ibadan roof brown, on top of Warri oil brown, with shoes whose colours include Niger Delta oil spillage brown and Ekpoma soil.
Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn was looking down, consuming his food. He asked for red wine, and I noticed the bottle opener in Zamfara Gold. A lady in Pepper Dem Red, carrying garri and shrimps, passed by. Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn asked for it, and he was blessed. Consumed in no time, he tossed aside the bowl and the wrapper.
Nigeria may not be efficient in governance, but not when it comes to party service. The men and women moving the trays around were obviously trained and super-efficient. The options were many: rice in three colours —white, lemon, and red. Rice is an equal opportunity food—one grain is not bigger than another on a plate. How you can be so generous to serve three colours of rice on one plate is not a surprise, but how you could put chicken, beef, and fish along with it.
Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn collected the plate of rice, the bowl of àmàlà, the pounded yam and ẹ̀fọ́ rírò, ìkọ́kọrẹ́ with croaker fish, goat meat pepper soup, and àsáró elépo yẹ́ríyẹ́rí. His stomach must be as large as where Nigerian politicians store looted funds because he could still devour two seafood platters, filet mignon and Chinese rice with lamb chops. He made sure to taste every liquid at the event and topped it all with dessert, which was cake, ice cream and fruit parfait. Was he expecting his friends, reserving food for them? No! He consumed each at a time. Did I mention that he had a black poly bag where he threw in a piece of chicken, three fried chunks of beef and two large-sized peppered turkey, four pieces of fried goat meat, òfadà rice, moinmoin, barbecue, three cans of Maltina, and one Heineken?
Ayamatanga! Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn has converted God’s creation to a soak-away. The man had become the big beast. The ultimate power was now the food, consuming him. The enjoyment was gone, replaced by the demon that entered through the mouth. Everything moved smoothly down from his large mouth to his protruding tummy. No break, no jam!
Bẹ́kùnbẹ́kùn is a food addict. He eats a lot! He is obsessed with food; food gives him joy, not energy. He blesses the day food was made! Many of you are like Bọ̀dáa BB, but you hate to admit that you consume food inappropriately and excessively. It is not hunger; it is called gluttony. Abólóúnjẹkú (one who can die for food). Let us call a spade a spade and not a cutlass.
Godwin, you have to be sincere to yourself: your eating habit is bad and very unhealthy. Mr. Salvation, you call yourself a foodie because it sounds better and fancier with a Gen-Z vibe than a glutton. Calling yourself a foodie makes you feel good about a bad habit. But then, as you read this, I hope you realize that you are a glutton! I will not sugarcoat it; you are an Ayamatanga. You probably have been possessed by the spirit of gluttony, and you need deliverance!
Do not go to Dr Daniel Olukoya’s Mountain of Fire and Miracles Ministries yet; no man of God has to lay hands on you to deliver you from your excessive eating habit. You must deliver yourself because habits are formed, and habits can be broken. You have to come to terms with the hard truth that healing is a miracle, but long life is wisdom! If you want to live long, you will not just fast, pray and eat anyhow; you will love your body and eat well and healthily. It is not just about survival; it is about healthy living. In any case, if you go to the Mountain of Fire, remember to be violent with your prayer: “God, kill all the farmers, the cooks, and the food vendors in Africa!”. But you can bet with me the angels will take turns to knock you instead.
Many people are excessive eaters, but you do not have to eat everything (not even in the present situation of my dear Wazobia). You only need to eat the right things, in the right proportion, at the right time. The idea that the quantity of food you consume is of great importance than the quality is a lie you have told yourself. The average person’s diet in Nigeria today is such that they eat about seven big slices of yam in the morning, a large portion of rice in the afternoon, and about five to six wraps of their preferred swallow at night. That is even for someone who can afford a three-square meal. Others who cannot, especially in this Jagaban àgbàdọ and cassava era, will probably eat ẹ̀bà in the morning, drink garri in the afternoon, and finish the left-over ẹ̀bà at night.
Food is good, really good, and that is why people eat for pleasure rather than out of hunger. You so much enjoy the pleasure of eating that you neglect the nutrients you take in; as long as the aroma is nice and the taste is good, you do not care about anything else. Many people have “fake hunger syndrome,” an eating trigger that happens mostly after a person has already eaten a meal but still feels the need to pleasure the mouth and taste buds. You just want to munch on something, not because you are hungry but because you “feel” like eating. Then you start feeding on junk and comfort food. You know what a healthy meal is, and you do not want to be unhealthy, fat, or obese; however, you find it difficult to discipline yourself when it comes to food. Many of you know this truth, but it is yet to set you free.
As Rome was not built in a day, the path to being an Ayamatanga, as I have called this habit of excessive eating, starts with adding an extra spoonful to your portion of food, a handful of junk, and bite by bite until you become uncomfortably full. Still, constipation never stops you from binge eating in the next few hours. You can never be caught without Andrew Liver Salt, the sure remedy if your stomach protests with indigestion or constipation.
Interestingly, very few people who have become intentional about their eating habits did so because they wanted to. Most people on a diet who exercise regularly and have made it their life’s business not to eat some kinds of food did that because of a doctor’s report. Perhaps, they or some people close to them were diagnosed with an illness at a point in their lives, and a doctor instructed them to cut down on their food intake or completely desist from some food and start to eat healthily. Otherwise, the average man would not just wake up one day and decide to take his eating habit seriously.
Processed and packaged foods are effective in beguiling you into gluttony. The availability of fast food makes it easy to overeat because it leaves you hungrier, luring you into wanting more. Most fast food contain high sugar, high cholesterol, high calorie, fat, and salt, which have been scientifically proven to harm the body. Comfort foods should be replaced with healthier foods like fruits, vegetables, and the like. Overeating has consistently been proven to increase disease risk. Many chronic disease people face today would have been prevented if people ate appropriately as they should.
Healthy and proper eating is not difficult. What is easy to do is to fall into the trap of overeating, which results in poor health. Portion control is a way of curbing the Ayamatanga syndrome. People diagnosed with this syndrome are mostly eaters; they eat in heaps. A good way to start your deliverance is to reduce the portion of food you eat. Reduce the mountains of food you eat. Simply put, allow yourself to breathe, do not suffocate yourself. Yes, you get that, right?
Ironically, some people eat to kill boredom and depression, yet excessive eating causes depression. Health experts have shown a correlation between depression and overeating, especially when people eat for emotional relief, compulsively eat more than enough or what they need to, and never feel satisfied after eating.
The hard truth is that people who have no control over their appetite and eating habit will barely have control over their life. This is because they are not disciplined even in their spending habit. Compulsive buying is an effect of gluttony on a person’s finance. A compulsive eater will be a compulsive spender, too—spending without thinking of the future and other priorities. A Yoruba adage says, “Má fi ọwọ́ méwéẹ̀wà jeun,” loosely interpreted as, “Do not eat with all ten fingers.” This means do not consume resources, food or money excessively and inappropriately. Unfortunately, most people eat with twenty fingers, all in the name of enjoyment. A typical Yorùbá man will enter Ìya Risi’s buka and order seven wraps of pounded yam with ẹ̀fọ́ rírọ̀, elevated with pònmọ́, shaki, bush meat, assorted, insides and intestines, all in one meal. May we not eat our future today! (how about a resounding Àmín)
Stomach protrusion, plumpness, and obesity are signs of Ayamatanga syndrome. Not to shock you, many food addicts are of normal weight, while some obese people are not gluttons; however, we can easily suspect a person’s potbelly to be a result of their eating habits. We used to identify rich men in Africa by their belly size, but sadly, potbelly is no sign of good living or wealth; in fact, a big man should be wise enough to eat wisely.
Ayamatanga is a demonic spirit, and so is gluttony. You will eat and drink responsibly if you love your life and body. After reading this piece, go to the Camp to confess that the devil has turned you into a pig. Tell your Pastor that you are a guzzler and gormandizer, drink holy water to remove the cormorant in your system, and declare a month-long fasting to bid farewell to your world as a feaster. If this does not work, take a knife to remove your two eyes so that, hopefully, if you don’t see àmàlà, ewédú and gbègìrì, you will not be thinking about oríṣiríṣi. (I kukuma don talk my own).
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I am interested in amplifying Okinba Launko as a poet of heterogeneity which is totally evinced in his collections, and especially in and with particular reference to the two latest volumes, which enable the gleaner to examine with evincive exactitude the respective characteristic of the poems or of the volumes that depict Okinba Launko’s stature, growth and maturity. The logic of his arrangement or structure of the poems or of the volumes or of both illustrates our admiration for him as a well-languaged poet whose 1986 (when he wrote the first collection) (or 1987 when his first collection was published) poetic mind of early experience steadily grew to the maturity of middle age and beyond. Since 1986 or 1987 when Okinba Launko won the very first Association of Nigerian Authors Prize for Literature with Minted Coins, there has been a visible development in his collections. One collection announces another progressively up to the last one (as we witnessed in our study of the poetry of the English Romantic poet, John Keats). Specifically with respect to the two volumes of new and selected poems gaining my attention, there is a development visible in each new poem and from one poem to another as well as from each part of each volume to another. This development coupled with his manner to find expression to relate every experience or event or both that give stamp to his maturity at every stage as a poet makes him a unique and especially interesting poet whose well-languaged mind is fully evinced in each poem of his peculiar intensity of feeling. Of course, this is why he is Okinba Launko. At this point the gleaner sees that Dan Izevbaye, already quoted above, should be re-quoted copiously in order to couple Femi Osofisan with his pen name: “The unusual Yoruba name of the author of this collection of poems, Okinba (Royal-egret or King-egret) Launko (the-Honour-of-Writing or Honour-by-Writing), perhaps signifies his appreciation of the glory and fame that comes with creative writing. The names could also prepare the reader of this volume for the close interaction of the poet with nature and the modern urban environment, the main sources of the imagery by which he portrays the characters, evaluates the events, and expresses the emotions in his poems. As an African writing in a European language, this choice of name hints at his relation to other orders or guilds of artists, traditional and modern, African and European.” (TJON vii)
Dan Izevbaye’s eloquent prose which helps to guide the reader to read Femi Osofisan’s well-languaged mind as that of a Royal-composer who relishes the glory, fame and honour of the rhetoric of poetry cannot but debar me from interrogating the reasons why one of our pre-eminent poets adopted the humanist and honorific name of virtuous art as his non-de-plume. In any case, if he had stuck to his birth-name which we popularly know him by and with which he published his plays and scholarly essays, his fame and honour would not have been diminished in any way. Osofisan, to all intents and purposes, writes about subjects and different aspects of his life’s events elegantly in his philosophical ardour and gravity, and in a manner that divides his poetry into different codes of creativity that enhance his heterogeneous poetry. The codes range from the traditional, that is, Yoruba folklore or art of composition, Renaissance sharp logic and inquiring mind, Romantic freshness of feelings and thought to socialist consciousness and commitment derived from material afflictions that The Jeweller of Night in particular contains. As a man and poet of diverse literary friendships, he praises, satirizes and mocks as freely and judiciously as he heterogeneously borrows and adapts his verses to suit his art which he steadily renews and revises assiduously – as Remember Tenderness and The Jeweller of Night illustrate convincingly.
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Remi Raji, one of our scholarly scholar-poets, whose generation of poets my pen definitely or conveniently cannot define, in his foreword to Remember Tenderness, among other things, says thus: “This collection of new and selected poems invites the reader to share in remembrance of friendships and dainty tales, of promises, of lovers’ trysts, of the vows, benediction and magic only made possible by the passion and vitality of love. Here indeed is a harvest of tenderness delicately served” (7). I am in agreement with Remi Raji. But I will go further than him to state that as a poet of the heterogeneous mind and mould, Osofisan’s love poems bear the marks of Yoruba folklore, of the Chilean poet Neftali Ricardo Reyes (non-de-plume Pablo Neruda), of the French Romantic poet Charles Baudelaire, of some English and non-English Romantic poets. I may be mistaken, but Femi Osofisan’s love poems convey themes and moods and feelings and emotions that enable the gleaner to liken him to other poets of other lands, other well-honed poets of other climes, apart from the ones I have listed, outside his time, bearing and compass. Yet the gleaner must be impertinent. Will or does Femi Osofisan’s love poems appeal to young readers and younger poets of the contemporary generation or only to middle age readers or past middle age readers? I will underline my impertinence by not answering the question. But misunderstand me not because the gleaner’s inspiration, yes, the gleaner’s inspiration, should not be misunderstood. The gleaner and his subject are in control of the Muse that separately inspires
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To be concluded next week.
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Naturally, those familiar with recent happenings as reported in the Nigerian social media, would have expected the conversation to focus, majorly or entirely, on the travails of Farotimi, following the publication of his book on the Nigerian judiciary. Well, that matter was mentioned, but only as an instance of the larger conflagration already engulfing the Nigerian state.
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The issues of vote-buying featured prominently, the allegation being that Nigerian election venues have increasingly become trading arenas for the buying and selling of votes. In the end, the winners are simply the highest bidders. The logic is clear: having bought or captured the votes, what stops the politicians from buying or capturing the state, from putting the citizens into their pocket, and what stops them from locking their victims up at will? That, in brief, is the source of the impunity and oppressive tendencies among the nation’s politicians and state actors.
Nigerian political leaders are, on the average, power-drunk and have a high tendency of weaponising state instruments, including the military, police and the judiciary. They intimidate, harass and victimise vulnerable citizens for no justifiable reasons. All that would have been understandable, if the nation were still under colonial rule or in a military dictatorship, both of which we have since left behind. As far back as 1999, Nigeria embarked on the Fourth Republic, believing that we were embracing an acceptable democratic system, with the attendant values of all freedoms, human rights, the rule of law, protection from arbitrary arrest, etc., and all that is associated with any decent human society of the 21st century. How wrong!
Many of us, even the so-called educated elite, had the illusion that setting up the institutions of democracy – with a loud proclamation of its values – was all that was needed to be a democratic nation. And, we were totally blinkered from the historical fact that the same democratic institutions produced dictators such as Adolf Hitler and Benito Mussolini. If these historical facts are too distant as a reference point, what about the recent election of Donald Trump of America who assumed office less than a month ago?
Was it not because Nigeria saw great value in the American republican system that we adopted it in 1963 as a replacement for the British parliamentary system? Yet, it has taken many decades to realise that “all that glitters is not gold”. Nigerians abreast with current affairs would recall that Trump, in preparation for his second coming, carefully mapped out his strategies for capturing the presidency. The method he adopted was to deploy raw cash and strength. That is why he gathered the wealthiest men in the world: Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, Tim Cook, Jeff Bezos, Rupert Murdock and others.
True, Western politicians have always condemned the role of oligarchs in the politics of other regions, especially, Russia, but, it has all been a game of hypocrisy. In any case, Trump has always been a great admirer of the Russian leader, Vladimir Putin, who had his first taste of the Russian presidency as far back as 1999, following the resignation of Boris Yeltsin. And, when Trump said, openly, during the campaigns for his second election to the White House that he admired Putin, and that he would be a dictator on day-one, many thought the man was joking.
Yet, when Trump assumed office last month, he immediately embarked on a rash of decisions which include the deportation of undocumented immigrants; cancellation of birth-right citizenship; arbitrary imposition of tariffs against friends and adversaries; changing of names of locations, for example, from Gulf of Mexico to Gulf of America, etc. And, like a true oligarch, Trump declared his intentions to buy or acquire independent sovereign nations, including Panama, Iceland and Gaza. For Trump, sovereign nations are purchasable commodities, insofar as the buyer can afford to pay! More than ever, I am convinced that excessive money in the possession of some men induces madness.
Again, if America sounds too distant, come home to our own democracy. Haven’t we heard about State Governors who were able to acquire almost the entire properties of their States or political leaders who stretch their acquisitive urge to national monuments?
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Another difference between the American system and that of Nigeria is that the former thrives on the rule of law which protects the weak and vulnerable while in our clime, the rule of law operates only for those who can afford it.
Note that reference to the American situation, here, is only in passing, as our focus is on the predicament of Nigerians. As we approach the 2027 general elections, one can only hope that Nigerians will have the opportunity to elect leaders of their choice. It means that, by that time, fraudulent elections would have been a thing of the past, and that ballot snatching, and vote buying would have stopped.
It is also worth stating that vote trading is an affair between two parties: the buyer and the seller. Without one, there cannot be the other. Therefore, while the corrupt politician is culpable in offering to buy votes, the electorate have the moral obligation to reject the offer which amounts to selling his/her conscience, mandate and future of generations to come.
However, one has to evangelise this message with a great deal of caution, knowing the devastating damage done to the integrity and moral judgement of Nigerians by extreme poverty. Will Dele Farotimi, Rufai Oseni or Farooq Kperogi go to the polling unit on an election day to offer an alternative means to starving Nigerian electorate prepared to sell their votes, and if so, how many poor Nigerians can these men rescue? Herein lies the national predicament.
Godwin Sogolo, Emeritus Professor of Philosophy, National Open University of Nigeria, Abuja.

By Toyin Falola
Wetin Musa no go see for gate!
The true hallmark of a successful government is not limited to the grand policies it drafts or the eloquent promises made during election campaigns. Sure, those look great on paper (and even better on billboards), but the objective measure of success lies in its priorities. A government’s focus reveals its true objectives—actions speak louder than manifestos. It would be ironic if a government claims to prioritize poverty alleviation and tackling unemployment yet spends lavishly on refurbishing official residences and upgrading motorcades.
If people struggle to make ends meet, should the most significant concern be the thread count of government office curtains or the latest model of bulletproof SUVs? Priorities matter, and they tell the real story—far more than well-crafted political speeches ever could. This is the current reality for Nigerians, as we have witnessed countless government policies that seem to embody misplaced priorities.
The paradoxical part? The people are not expecting the government to wave a magic wand and instantly transform the nation. We understand that actual progress and development take years of consistent efforts. However, the foundation of that progress lies in how policies are designed and implemented. When priorities are misaligned, even the best intentions fall flat. The question is not whether change can happen overnight—it is whether the steps being taken today are leading us in the right direction.
Yet again, we witness another striking example of misplaced priorities—the proliferation of mass weddings. This initiative is designed to sponsor hundreds of individuals as they tie the knots with their beloved, courtesy of state funds. The concept is not new. Senator Rabiu Kwankwaso, who ran for president and was Kano State Governor, introduced this scheme during his eight-year leadership period. A decade removed from state office because of his troubled relationship with former Governor Abdullahi Ganduje ended with Kwankwaso in the spotlight for attending a large mass wedding of 1,800 couples in 2023. The government under Abba Yusuf organized this expensive event, which cost 854 million naira, leading to serious concerns about governance and public service priorities. Much of the public media viewed this as nothing more than electioneering—a strategic move by Senator Rabiu Kwankwaso to win public favour through the platform of Abba Yusuf, support he undoubtedly needed as he set his sights on leading the country.
The current administration has reintroduced mass weddings into its budget and secured legislative backing, with the Kano State House of Assembly officially signing it into law. This year, the program is set to cost a staggering 2.5 billion naira. What is the rationale behind this initiative? To the propaganda machine, it is to curb indecency, reduce the spread of sexually transmitted diseases, and lower the rate of extramarital pregnancies in Kano. The state government has declared it would galvanize efforts to improve human capital. If, by this new definition, human capital development now translates to mass weddings and an increased birth rate in the state, then the government is undoubtedly on track and appears to have found the perfect compass to navigate such endeavours. Bravo!
The government’s intention may be well-founded in its logic, but the approach leaves much to be desired. When viewed from a broader perspective, mass weddings inevitably lead to mass childbirths and larger families. The critical question then arises: how will these families be sustained? Many beneficiaries of this initiative are already struggling financially. Adding more mouths to feed without a transparent economic support system further deepens their poverty. While the government has provided stipends to prospective brides to start small-scale businesses, the reality is that these funds are meagre and unsustainable in the long run.
The Kebbi State government has now joined the trend, announcing its plan to sponsor mass weddings for 300 couples, a venture that will cost the state 54 million naira—excluding the additional expenses for free laboratory tests covering pregnancy, genotype, and infectious diseases for the prospective couples. Scheduled for February 27, 2025, this mass wedding is far from a one-time event. Similar ceremonies have been held in Kebbi before, and the incumbent governor, Nasir Idris, has vowed to keep it as a recurring program under his administration. Like the Kano State government, Kebbi’s administration has not left the couples empty-handed, providing foodstuffs and furniture to help them settle into their new lives.
But here is the real puzzle: how does the government expect that a few handouts will ensure these families’ long-term survival and stability? Marriage is a lifelong commitment, not a single-day event. Imagining a few bags of rice and a new couch as a sustainable economic plan is pretty brain-peeling. This is hardly the right strategy for fostering human capital development. Actual progress lies not in ceremonial gestures but in establishing systems that create real, long-term opportunities that empower individuals to lift themselves out of poverty rather than be trapped in a cycle of dependence. It is evident that while these governments may have well-intended goals to attain short-term political applause, their actions risk becoming a harbinger of deeper poverty in the state. If history has taught us anything, economic hardship often breeds social unrest. We may soon witness a surge in prostitution and other social vices—not as a moral failing but as a desperate response to survival.
The bitter truth is that desperation thrives where hunger persists. A hungry man is, undeniably, a desperate man. When these newly formed families cannot meet their basic needs, many will be forced into disdainful acts just to get by. Ironically, the initiatives to curb these societal issues offer only temporary relief. The existing economic framework fails to support these temporary solutions, which will bring about severe social deterioration due to the country’s critical economic situation.
Struggling citizens need economic support from government-led structural development instead of marriage prioritization. Nothing stops the government from redirecting these resources toward skill acquisition programs or agricultural investments, which would offer long-term benefits. Agriculture remains one of the most lucrative industries in Northern Nigeria. Rather than funding mass weddings, the government could have established an agricultural relief fund to boost farming activities, providing a sustainable source of income for countless individuals and families. With economic stability in place, those who genuinely desire marriage could take that step on their terms, knowing they can provide for their families. After all, marriage is not just about the wedding day but the lifelong commitment to sustenance, security, and stability.
As long as the government continues prioritising trivial matters and temporary fixes instead of addressing the root causes of our challenges, the country will remain trapped in this deplorable state as a nation. We need authentic leadership that makes better decisions and follows through on its promises. Manifestos should not be mere campaign anthems; they should serve as actionable blueprints for governance.
At sixty-four years of independence, a nation should have a clear sense of direction, with well-established structures to preserve and actualize its priorities. Yet, Nigeria still operates as though it is in the nascent stages of self-governance, a reality that speaks volumes of stagnation rather than progress. The government owes the people more—and it can do more. We need structured, strategic agendas that tackle the real issues, drive sustainable development, and create meaningful progress. The future of the nation depends on it. What is needed is the mass recapitalization of poor citizens and not mass weddings to produce mass children without great futures.
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