I recently read an article on the perception of the
northerners from a typical southerner and that spurred this write. That
writer did justice to the article. You see, all images of an ideal
northerner can be likened to how the oyibo's perceive Africans. They
still think africans don't wear clothes, that africans dance naked
around fire with chalk marking on their face. Some think that our young
girls walk around naked with small pointed breasts and the older women
walk around carrying babies on their bare back or a child sucking from
their pendulum breasts while some white men take pictures of them. No,
africa is developing. We love good music, we know good music and we
sing good music; we have electricity though epileptic. We have
beautiful ladies with well packaged breasts, for Christ sake we wear
clothes o and since i was born i've never seen naked people dance
around fire. We have won the miss world pageant. We have our babies
born in hospitals, I was born and circumcised in a hospital. We have
great writers, we have business moguls. Undoubtedly, governance in our
continent is still lackluster. This isn't to exonerate africans in the
eyes of the oyibo's, this is to remove the stick in our eyes before
trying to remove the log of wood in the oyibo's eye.
Many
of us are like the westerners, the oyibo, the europeans, the americans.
Thinking less of another race or tribe. Abeg judge yourself, no lie o,
how have you considered someone from northern Nigeria. If a man is said
to be Adamu from kaduna, what would you think. The interpretation of
that man will be: he is hausa, he is a muslim, he is uneducated, he is
dark skinned, no very black skinned, he doesn't understand english
language, he is a gateman, sells onion or a cattle rearer. He calls
fifty naira pipty naira, he loves violence and so on. They forget that
Adamu could be of the Jukun tribe, though speaks Hausa but isn't hausa
by tribe, a Professor of Surgery, speaks the english language with good
diction even after been schooled in Nigeria. He might be dark skinned
but his siblings are light, has a calabar cook, an Igbo driver, a
Yoruba gateman and his hausa christian wife hates violence.
One
essence of the youth service is integration and the opportunity to
experience it was provided for me when i was posted to Taraba state for
my youth service back in 2008. My year serving the nation made me
realise that like many I have seen the hausa from a singular
perspective. Chimamanda Adichie's 'danger of a single story' perfectly
illustrates this. In Taraba I learnt that pride wasn't a peculiar
character like we have in the southern part, I learnt that hausa was
only a lingua franca of the north generally but not their indigenous
language, I learnt that of all the over 250 tribes in this country that
more that hundred is in the north. For instance, I was opportuned to
serve in jalingo, capital of Taraba state and in my compound was a man
and his family from Karim-lamido, they're from a tribe that spoke their
own language yet understood hausa, next to my room was papa manzo and
his family from Gasso, a christian, with a different language and
tribe. Again was a woman I nicknamed madam from Sardauna where mambilla
plateau is located and in her local government alone they had more than
20tribes with their different languages. She didn't even undertsand
hausa fluently and made me understand that many of them didn't
understand hausa either. Although for everyone of them to express
themselves in our compound meetings they had to speak hausa, including
me o. Now will you call them 'awon hausa' because of the geographical
location. Sitting there nodding my head to any agreement made me
realise that I have faulted. There, I was in the north, in a compound
meeting with people who spoke hausa yet were not hausa's and mostly not
muslims. It therefore made me realisa that it is my responsibility to
recognise my heritage as a Nigerian and not just as 'omo igbo'. We
should understand the real difference between southern kaduna and
northern kaduna, we must realise that Fulani is not Hausa but Fulani. I
have tried on different occasions to buy 'fura de nunu' from the fulani
ladies that hawk it with my little hausa knowledge but their response
was always 'ba hausa'.
It is salient to state that this
is also demonstrated in the southern part of Nigeria too and amongst
themselves. I see it as pathetic and unfair that someone from
Akwa-ibom, Edo, Cross-river, Bayelsa, Rivers, Delta(even pure warri boy
o) is addressed as 'awon Igbo' or 'ndi Igbo'. This is not to alienate
them from an Igbo tribe but this is simply to make us realise the
truth, which is: they are not igbo's. They have their own tribes which
must be respected. Some of them are efik, urhobo, Ibibio, itshekiri,
calabari and many more. So I perceive that it is insulting and very
offensive when you address an Efik man as an Igbo man. Therefore, my
conclusion is that the individual mixing things up doesn't have a firm
understanding of Nigerian tribes, it shows that such individual is
creating a ridiculous caricature of tribes, it is that minority groups
are inconsequential if you merge then up and call them a certain
people, this character humes disrespect for the roots and culture of an
individual. Also, it shows that the oyibo's are not fools to call us
naked people that run around fire singing to a god, we are perhaps the
bigger fools not to understand the truth about our mileu.
I
do not expect us to cram the over 250 tribes but we must call people as
they are. It is our responsibility to understand even peripherally,
about tribes, languages, religion and culture. There is obviously a
great danger when a story is viewed singularly. I must state very
emphatically that our president isn't an Igbo man even though he bears
'Ebele', He is from Bayelsa, an Ijaw man. The Igbo's are therefore
right to seek a presidency though I care less about the origin of a
president, I want someone that will deliver, man or woman, old or
young, dark or fair, shoe or no shoe; but I would rather prefer one
with shoes on.
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