‘WHILE WE WERE SLEEPING’ BY ETIESE USORO
It is less than glorious how we as a people hastily erase from our collective memory, events that have shaped our political, social and economic lives today as Akwa Ibom people. We are readily vulnerable to the chicanery and guile of wily politicians who without let hound us with promises of ‘nirvana’- a state of complete perfection.
My grouse today is not with making promises. Promises are indeed beautiful things that nurture in us hope; hope of perhaps a better or greater tomorrow. However, the sort of hope I write of today is that which has the effect of a sedative. That administered to us to drift into inertia and a reverie. A false and induced reverie from which we can only be jolted from by the sudden emergence of that nirvana. That glorious state which we are to stumble upon without having stretched a limb or raised a finger.
One may wonder what heralds this nirvana. After the April 2015 gubernatorial elections, those aggrieved with the outcome or perhaps the conduct of the elections sought the intervention of ‘mother justice’ to right the alleged and perceived wrongs of the process. This indeed can only be healthy and encouraged in any constitutional democracy- a strand we are struggling to entrench in our particularly turbulent political praxis. However, the chain of the desirable ends at this point as every action or in fact inaction from this point commences our descent into ‘political slumber’ while we await ‘nirvana’.
We swallow the sweet pills administered to us by politicians that the present governor is just biding his time pending the declaration by the tribunal/court of the state’s substantive governor. They persuade us to recline into our sofas and watch in our semi-conscious state as the present governor takes decisions for the state and administers our resources. They prod us to be disinterested in all he does as the tribunal/court will soon nullify his election.
In this melodramatic scenario, they fail to tell us, in fact we fail to ask of the constitutional or legal status or effects of the decisions and actions of this ‘interim governor’. We fail to take cognizance of the fact that this governor has been constitutionally sworn in as the governor of this state and that everything he does in that capacity is constitutional. His decisions and actions will not and cannot be wished away just for the reason that his election has been nullified. We must remember that he is working with the legislature we elected and if they accord his deeds their stamp of authority, they bear the requirement of legality and constitutionality.
This admonition is timely because I have been at various fora where even those considered opinion leaders have openly expressed and counseled others on the futility of engaging the present state government constructively or otherwise as it is to be short-lived. This portends a dark and dangerous throwback to the days of 2007/08 when the people of this state were stuck in that same reverie waiting endlessly for the ‘impending’ ouster by the courts of then Governor, Obong Godswill Akpabio. I need not narrate here how the greater number of Akwa Ibom people missed the opportunity of collectively laying the foundation for an administration they were bound to live with for eight years.
Unfortunately, in many spheres of public policy, the bridges between the governed and the government had been irreparably damaged and each side acted on its own discretion and volition. This led to a relationship that was usually frosty and clad in mutual suspicion. After eight years, a large cross-section of the populace tunes discordant with that of the government. This lack of symphony was due largely to the fact that the seeds or foundational policies of that administration were devoid of the input of a vast generality of our people. The select few who ensured or supported the survival of that government articulated its policy direction often to the chagrin of the people. The people often lamented becoming victims of a process they should have owned.
In 2015, we are dangerously treading that path again. Our governor, HE Deacon Udom Emmanuel is sowing the policy seeds that will grow his administration. He is laying out his social, economic, developmental policies etcetera. Rather than seek our accent in these signature programmes, we are once again drawn to the ‘media circus’ that is the elections petition tribunal. Our politicians are again asking us to expect ‘nirvana’ very soon, Udom Emmanuel to them is the interim and not substantive governor. I only wish the constitution makes such a distinction. It does not and we have a governor who at the moment is constitutionally and duly elected. His decisions and actions are fully binding on us and will not be varied solely because his election was tainted even if he is so ejected from office.
My message is that we should engage the present government actively, it is even more imperative to do so at this time as his actions and decisions now will largely inform the direction of his stewardship. As those who call Akwa Ibom state home, we must be alive to the strengths and follies inherent in his leadership style and qualities. The bitter lessons from 2007/08 still rankle in most circles; let us banish them now by allowing the tribunal/court to perform its constitutional duties. We have a constitutional government to engage with at the moment, it is our duty and we must not relinquish it.
We must not succumb to this orchestrated political slumber, no leader should be allowed even a minute of unfettered, unrestrained or unchecked governmental power.
Long live Akwa Ibom state and the people of Akwa Ibom State.
‘WHILE WE WERE SLEEPING’ BY ETIESE USORO
It is less than glorious how we as a people hastily erase from our collective memory, events that have shaped our political, social and economic lives today as Akwa Ibom people. We are readily vulnerable to the chicanery and guile of wily politicians who without let hound us with promises of ‘nirvana’- a state of complete perfection.
My grouse today is not with making promises. Promises are indeed beautiful things that nurture in us hope; hope of perhaps a better or greater tomorrow. However, the sort of hope I write of today is that which has the effect of a sedative. That administered to us to drift into inertia and a reverie. A false and induced reverie from which we can only be jolted from by the sudden emergence of that nirvana. That glorious state which we are to stumble upon without having stretched a limb or raised a finger.
One may wonder what heralds this nirvana. After the April 2015 gubernatorial elections, those aggrieved with the outcome or perhaps the conduct of the elections sought the intervention of ‘mother justice’ to right the alleged and perceived wrongs of the process. This indeed can only be healthy and encouraged in any constitutional democracy- a strand we are struggling to entrench in our particularly turbulent political praxis. However, the chain of the desirable ends at this point as every action or in fact inaction from this point commences our descent into ‘political slumber’ while we await ‘nirvana’.
We swallow the sweet pills administered to us by politicians that the present governor is just biding his time pending the declaration by the tribunal/court of the state’s substantive governor. They persuade us to recline into our sofas and watch in our semi-conscious state as the present governor takes decisions for the state and administers our resources. They prod us to be disinterested in all he does as the tribunal/court will soon nullify his election.
In this melodramatic scenario, they fail to tell us, in fact we fail to ask of the constitutional or legal status or effects of the decisions and actions of this ‘interim governor’. We fail to take cognizance of the fact that this governor has been constitutionally sworn in as the governor of this state and that everything he does in that capacity is constitutional. His decisions and actions will not and cannot be wished away just for the reason that his election has been nullified. We must remember that he is working with the legislature we elected and if they accord his deeds their stamp of authority, they bear the requirement of legality and constitutionality.
This admonition is timely because I have been at various fora where even those considered opinion leaders have openly expressed and counseled others on the futility of engaging the present state government constructively or otherwise as it is to be short-lived. This portends a dark and dangerous throwback to the days of 2007/08 when the people of this state were stuck in that same reverie waiting endlessly for the ‘impending’ ouster by the courts of then Governor, Obong Godswill Akpabio. I need not narrate here how the greater number of Akwa Ibom people missed the opportunity of collectively laying the foundation for an administration they were bound to live with for eight years.
Unfortunately, in many spheres of public policy, the bridges between the governed and the government had been irreparably damaged and each side acted on its own discretion and volition. This led to a relationship that was usually frosty and clad in mutual suspicion. After eight years, a large cross-section of the populace tunes discordant with that of the government. This lack of symphony was due largely to the fact that the seeds or foundational policies of that administration were devoid of the input of a vast generality of our people. The select few who ensured or supported the survival of that government articulated its policy direction often to the chagrin of the people. The people often lamented becoming victims of a process they should have owned.
In 2015, we are dangerously treading that path again. Our governor, HE Deacon Udom Emmanuel is sowing the policy seeds that will grow his administration. He is laying out his social, economic, developmental policies etcetera. Rather than seek our accent in these signature programmes, we are once again drawn to the ‘media circus’ that is the elections petition tribunal. Our politicians are again asking us to expect ‘nirvana’ very soon, Udom Emmanuel to them is the interim and not substantive governor. I only wish the constitution makes such a distinction. It does not and we have a governor who at the moment is constitutionally and duly elected. His decisions and actions are fully binding on us and will not be varied solely because his election was tainted even if he is so ejected from office.
My message is that we should engage the present government actively, it is even more imperative to do so at this time as his actions and decisions now will largely inform the direction of his stewardship. As those who call Akwa Ibom state home, we must be alive to the strengths and follies inherent in his leadership style and qualities. The bitter lessons from 2007/08 still rankle in most circles; let us banish them now by allowing the tribunal/court to perform its constitutional duties. We have a constitutional government to engage with at the moment, it is our duty and we must not relinquish it.
We must not succumb to this orchestrated political slumber, no leader should be allowed even a minute of unfettered, unrestrained or unchecked governmental power.
Long live Akwa Ibom state and the people of Akwa Ibom State.
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Dear Forbes: This Is Why Iggy Azalea Doesn’t “Run” Hip-Hop
The Internet is currently on fire following a piece on Forbes that was initially titled “Hip Hop Is Run By A White, Blonde, Australian Woman” but was changed after the backlash forced Forbes to realize what an absurd claim they were making. The new title is “Hip Hop’s Unlikely New Star: A White, Blonde, Australian Woman.”
I’m annoyed for multiple reasons. Let’s discuss them, shall we?
First off, I wouldn’t go to an Iggy Azalea concert if it were happening on my front porch. While I understand (somewhat confusedly) that she does have something of a fan base, anyone who has any love for hip-hop is currently decrying the notion that this woman “runs” hip-hop. Or anything at all, really. But that’s why the article title was changed, right? Because it (as the update reads) “did not accurately reflect the content of the piece.” Nor does it…
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Writing for free.
The Memorial Day America Will Never Celebrate

By Jay Kirell
Memorial Day 2014.
Another year, another start to the summer vacation season where America takes a day off to remember those who died in war.
Flags will be flown. Words will be spoken. The dead will be honored.
Being one of the many who served overseas that didn’t die in war, (but came reeeeally close) I have a unique view of death and how we, as a nation honor it.
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Poem: I Circle Around but the Sky Changes
For National Poetry Month in April, Orion Magazine hosted a poetry exchange inspired by a collaboration between poets Aimee Nezhukumatathil and Ross Gay. The theme was “This Growing Season.” Orion put out a call for anyone who was interested and then matched people up randomly.
I was paired with Anastasia Andersen, who teaches poetry at the University of New Mexico (her full bio is below). Here is how she described the challenge we set forth for our poetry exchange:
We chose a writing game based on those of the French Surrealists. We agreed upon number of stanzas (6) and lines per stanza (5). We also alternated writing stanzas, but only forwarded the final line, which would inform the next stanza. The “missing” lines of the stanzas were revealed after all 6 stanzas had been written. We also chose a line from a poem by Robert Desnos as a title “I Circle Around but…
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Shards of a golden dawn
In unbuttoned glee, I kiss my pillow with rather snaking yawn, the blank hiss hastily follows; I peer through my gold -draped curtains, the early sunlight and yellow draperies harshly hitting my still drowsy sight. The night had gone with dusk, day had arrived with dawn, yet Lie there still wrapped and warped in the solitude, comfort and tranquility of the night. I stare right through my soul and try to button the contending rage against time conventions and a compelling weakness to dissent.
In which I come down from the ivory tower and am disappoint
We haven’t had a good rant around here in a while. Fortunately, my day provided me with some enraging fodder.
(Here are my disclaimers: first, this will be a slightly edited post, not a draft post like usual; the topic is too sensitive to be careless with. Second, even so, it’s not unlikely that I’ll say something ignorant because I’m talking about people whose worlds are quite different from mine. I’ll do my best, but feel free to correct me if I fail.)
You know we like to think about race and class and social justice a lot around here. A lot of it tends to be fairly academic, in part because that’s the only voice I have to talk about race, since I’ve only ever been white, and it’s easy to be white (and for the love of god don’t interject with some anecdote about black kids bullying you when you…
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An Open Letter To Dr. Drew Pinsky
On April 24, 2014, a man called into Dr. Drew’s radio show “Love Line” regarding his fiancé who suffers with a number of medical ailments that are causing a lot of pain. The transcript is as follows:
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Half-Marathon; Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love My Body
I’ve never told anyone these things. My parents, my sister, my friends – no one. So heads up. You’re the first to know.
For the last few years, I have grown, slowly but steadily, to despise the way my body looks.
When I was a kid, I was always told how skinny I was. I didn’t break fifty pounds until I was eight years old. In high school I was always the smallest – height and weight – of my friends. I grew up knowing, somehow, intuitively, that ‘being skinny’ was something good, that it was something I should maintain. In high school, that belief was confirmed and reinforced by magazines, friends who were constantly ‘dieting’, and my school’s insistence on athletic rigor and social ostracism of students who didn’t fit the body ideal. But I was always warned that, as a woman, ‘my time would come’, I would have kids…
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