The Year; Nigeria, Ojota Old Students and Myself

The political fervor of the previous year seemed to overflow into 2023, as Nigeria stood at a critical juncture. The nation, a land of immense beauty but deeply scarred by years of mismanagement and exploitation, was desperate for change. Many citizens were ready to take bold steps toward forging a new path, but the weight of a corrupt system loomed large. Nigeria’s leaders, dominated by hearts bent on self-interest, have often acted wickedly, a reflection of their moral decay.

The events of October 20, 2020, remain a dark stain on our recent history, a grim demonstration of how inept and insensitive governance can exacerbate societal fractures. Despite promises of free and fair elections in 2023, the reality left many disillusioned. The people believed in the process, and countless citizens came out to exercise their democratic rights. In Lagos, the presidential election was reportedly won by a party whose campaign supposedly started with a few tweets from four individuals.

During the gubernatorial elections, chaos ensued as violent actors emerged, wielding canes to intimidate opposition voters. It is appalling to think that anyone emerging from such a travesty could be called a “hero of democracy.” A young woman in my area was harassed for merely appearing to be of Igbo descent. Others, including Tunde, were warned not to vote because of their ethnic background, and Pius was physically assaulted. Politicians stoked the flames of ethnic division, unleashing violence in their quest for power, leaving Nigeria worse off.

The law of cause and effect remains unbroken: whatever a person sows, they shall reap. If a man sows cassava and reaps oranges, it would contradict the divine order established by God and the natural laws, like Newton’s third law of motion. Yet, many live as though there is no higher power, forgetting that God sees our actions, thoughts, and intentions.

Regarding the Old Students Association (OSSO), I have had mixed feelings. At times, it seemed like a platform for individuals to showcase their success rather than foster genuine camaraderie. However, I must commend Pius for his dedication and commitment to the association. His efforts, alongside those of the President, reflect a spirit of chivalry and selflessness. I was also impressed by Tosin’s reaction during the reunion when a female student struggled to play the trumpet. His immediate concern for her situation spoke volumes about his character.

The school’s efforts to organize the reunion were commendable, though some aspects were disappointing. The petty squabble among the older members over which school anthem to sing was tasteless and embarrassing. Ironically, the students behaved with more decorum than the elders, who perhaps wanted to relive their youth. Nevertheless, the event was enjoyable, with photos and memories shared long after the gathering.

It was amusing to observe how some men, once boys, now carried what could humorously be described as “reversed biology”—their expanded waistlines a testament to time and indulgence. On a more somber note, we mourn the passing of Patience, a vibrant soul. While it was a relief to know her ailment had reached a treatable stage, her untimely departure from this world was heartbreaking. God, in His infinite wisdom, knows best.

One of the highlights of OSSO has been the support and solidarity among members, especially during trying times. It was heartwarming to reconnect with people after many years. I also appreciate the kind words and constructive feedback from those who have engaged with my work. For instance, Obafemi Solesi shared thoughtful critiques, and another member, typically reserved, reached out with advice after reading one of my pieces. Such interactions reaffirm my belief that God uses people and experiences to guide us along the path He has chosen for us. Through OSSO, I have unequivocally heard His voice.

Uwem Sampson