Thursday 10 April 2014

Pushing us to examine issues of leadership, Dr. Abdul Karim Bangura identifies a model leader for the modern period.  Bangura is a professor of International Relations and a Researcher-In-Residence at the Center for Global Peace in the School of International Service at American University in Washington, DC.


'Only the best is good enough for Africa'
"My people of Africa, we were created in the image of God, but men have made us think that we are chickens, and we still think we are, but we are eagles.  Stretch forth your wings and fly!  Don't be content with the food of Chickens" - Dr J E Kwegyir Aggrey.  This tribute for Black History Month was written by Prof Felix I. D. Konotey-Ahulu, the Dr Kwegyir Aggrey Distinguished Professor of Human Genetics at the University of Cape Coast, Ghana.

"I am proud of my colour, whoever is not proud of his colour is not fit to live."  That was Dr James Emman Kwegyir Aggrey (or "Aggrey of Africa" but he was an early 20th century  phenomenon.

I first heard of his name from my father many decades ago.  Aggrey was born a mere 15 miles away from Cape Coast, at Anomabu in Ghana, on 18 October 1875 (exactly 129 years ago this month).  His father was Prince Kodwo Kwegyir, chief linguist in the court of King Amonu V of Anomabu, and his mother, Abena Andua, was a princess of Ajumako.

At 22, Aggrey left for the USA to pursue further studies.  Racial prejudice, known then as the "Colour Bar", was at its worst, and he went to the "Negro" Colleges.  The Americans were surprised at his knowledge of English.  A Mr H.E.C. Bryant was known to remark: "He is dark as dark, but very few in America can use English as he can."

Aggrey took his Masters in 1912, and was soon awarded a Doctorate of Divinity by the Hood Theological Seminary.  His sermons amazed white and black Americans alike.  He was happily married to Rosebud Douglas, and African-American, with whom he had two girls and two boys, the last born, called Orison Rudolph Guggisberg Aggrey, became a diplomat in the US Foreign Service.  One American lady, Miss Caroline Phelps-Stokes, in her Will dated 1909, bequeathed $1m (a huge sum in those days) to trustees to be used mainly on "the education of Negroes, both in Africa and the United States, North American Indians and needy and deserving white students".  Commissioners were appointed to do the ground work, and Aggrey was included among the all-white members.  This enabled him to return to tour Africa twice in four years.

Wherever he went, he was in demand to speak, advise, or preach.  He found the "Colour Bar" as vicious on his continent as in the USA, but he was remarkably equipped to deal with it.  In Belgian Congo, the governor left him out when he invited members of the Commission to dinner!  In Angola, when Aggrey saw the treatment of the Portuguese masters to labourers in the forced labour gang, he wept.

In South Africa alone, Aggrey addressed audiences 120  times.  On one occasion when the hall was packed in Cape Town and Aggrey arrived, the white gate-keeper refused to let him in.  Calmly, and in a dignified voice, Aggrey said:  "But it is me they are all gathered to hear."  Still the gate-keeper was recalcitrant, while others filed past him into the hall, until the white chairman of the meeting, becoming anxious, rushed out to look for Aggrey.  He discovered that he was being obstructed.  Aggrey was given a standing ovation.  But in Pretoria, when he was trying to board a train to lecture, he was pushed out.  Even so he was offered two professorships on the spot; one at Fort Hare, and the other at South Africa College.  People listened to him with amazement.

Before the second Phelps-Stokes Commission tour of Africa, Aggrey lectured both in USA and Canada.  His extempore lectures were followed by a series of questions, and once a Dutch South African minister shed tears of shame at the horrors of the race problem.  It was during a lecture in Canada that Aggrey made one of his great statements:  "Only the best is good enough for Africa."

In January 1924, Aggrey sailed from New York for England to joined the Second Phelps-Stokes Commission to go to the places in Africa where they had not visited before - Abyssinia, Kenya, Uganda, Tanganyika and Zanzibar, Nyasaland, Rhodesia, South Africa again, and the Gold Coast.  After hearing him lecture on the second visit to South Africa, a white man exclaimed:  "Damn his colour, the man is a saint."

Aggrey run out to be a great educationist,  just as he had wished when he was young .  By an amazing stroke of fortune, he met two great white men with whom he co-founded Achimota College in Accra, the Rev A.G.Fraser and Sir Gordon Guggisberg, the colonial governor.

Rev Fraser wanted the best for Africa, while Guggisberg, rare among colonial governors, recognised the potential of the black man, and set about building Takoradi Harbour, Korle Bu Hospital, and Achimota College (now School).  Rev Fraser was principal and Kwegyir Aggrey assistant vice-principal.  Apparently, the Colonial Office in London objected to making a black man vice-principal in a college which was originally called Prince of Wales College.

It was Aggrey who persuaded Governor Guggisberg that the college should be co-educational.  Aggrey said:  "The surest way to keep a people down is to educate the men and neglect the women.  If you educate a man you simply educate an individual, but if you educate a woman you educate a family."

He stressed that education should encourage "original thinking, research [and also] help to add to human knowledge... We in West Africa  have proved that we can get the classics, theology, philosophy.  We are past masters in jurisprudence and dialectics.  The question is, can we turn such knowledge into  the service of the common weal?"

Aggrey always held that the essential part of education was training the mind, encouraging good character and being original.  He believed in co-operation, which involved equality of opportunity.  "It means that each side has something to contribute - something more than brawn on one side, brain on the other -to the wellbeing of both."  Hence his famous piano keys illustration on the badge of Achimota School.  "You can play a tune of sorts on the black keys only, and you can play a tune of sorts on the white keys only, but for perfect harmony you must use both the black and the white keys," Aggrey said.

The co-operation he was calling for between whites and black was not that between an ass and its rider.  I always like to think of his piano keys illustration as depicting what he (black key) and Fraser and Guggisberg (white keys) managed to achieve in bringing Achimota School about.

Aggrey's humiliy too is worth mentioning, as when he took his fellow Fante, Rev Anaman, by surprise, by polishing Anaman's shoes when spent the weekend with him.

Aggrey's ambition for his continent - which he described as enigmatic, its shape on the map posing a question mark - is demonstrated in the following story he narrated:

"A certain man went through a forest seeking any bird he might find.  He caught a young bird, brought it home, put it among his fowls and ducks and turkeys, and gave it chicken's food to eat.  Five years later, a naturalist came to visit the man, and noticed  the bird.  He said to the owner: 'Look here, this is an eagle, not a chicken'.  'Yes, you may be right,' said the man, 'but I have trained it to be a chicken.  It is no longer an eagle, it is a chicken, even though it is enormous.'

'No', said the visitor, 'it is still an eagle; it has the heart of an eagle, and I shall make it soar high to the heavens'.  'No,' said its owner, 'it is now a chicken, and it will never fly'.

"They agreed to test it.  The naturalist picked up the bird, held it up, and said loudly: 'Eagle, thou art an eagle; thou dost belong to the sky and not down here.  Stretch forth thy wings and fly', and with that he hurled the bird up.  The eagle turned this way and that, and then looking down, saw the chickens eating, and came to join them.

"The owner said: 'I told you it is now a chicken'.  'No' said the man, 'this bird is an eagle.  I shall come back to prove this to you.  The exercise was repeated three times, with the same result.  The bird always came back to feed with the chickens.

"The naturalist came back again, chose a hill, and held the bird aloft, pointing it to the rising sun, and shouted: 'Eagle, thou art an eagle; thou dost not belong down here.  Thou dost belong to the sky; stretch forth thy wings and fly.'  The eagle looked round, tembled as if new life was filling it, and suddenly it stretched out its wings, and with the screech of an eagle, it mounted higher, and higher, and never returned.  It was really an eagle, though it had been kept and tamed like a chicken!

"My people of Africa,"  Aggrey continued, "we were created in the image of God, but men have made us think that we are chickens, and we still think we are, but we are eagles.  Stretch forth your wings and fly!  Don't  be content with the food of chickens."

After Achimota School was opened in 1927, Aggrey went to the USA, lecturing and preaching, and completing a book in Columbia University.  He fell ill on 30 July 1927 from pneumococcal meningitis in New York, and died very quickly, aged 52.  Great lamentations was made on both sides of the Atlantic.

Tributes included that of one of his best friends, Dr Jesse Jones.  The honorary pall-bearers who carried his coffin were all white citizens of Salisbury, USA - a real token of Aggrey's influence in the community in those days of "Colour Bar".

His ability to inspire Africans, especially Ghanians has never abated.  There is an Aggrey House in Achimota, an Aggrey Memorial Chapel, and the country has Aggrey-Fraser-Guggisberg lectures.  There is an Aggrey Annual Prize Examination at the University of Cape Coast, linked to the personal professorship graciously bestowed on me by the university.  Surely, that white man in South Africa was right:  "Damn his colour, the man is a saint". 

sourced from http://www.utexas.edu/conferences/africa/ads/21.html

Wednesday 9 April 2014

Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good ?
Student : Sure.
Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from ?
Student : From … GOD …
Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor: So who created evil ?
(Student did not answer.)
Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, who created them ?
(Student had no answer.)
Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir.
Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.
Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Professor: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Professor: Yes.
Student : No, sir. There isn’t.
(The lecture theater became very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.
Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class was in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
(The class broke out into laughter. )
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.
P.S.
I believe you have enjoyed the conversation. And if so, you’ll probably want your friends / colleagues to enjoy the same, won’t you?
Forward this to increase their knowledge … or FAITH.
By the way, that student was EINSTEIN


The Scramble Confab

Nigerians have converged a conference to fashion the way out for a country that is plagued with not an ailment that was transferred but that of inherent maladministration. Only two days back, the social media went viral with the picture of a delegate simply enjoying the game of scramble on his computers prompting me to label it the scrambled conference.

Why the game of scramble on a computer in a public event where very serious issues are to be discussed?

First is the realization that for the man to carry the laptop into the hall suggest that he is well abreast with the dictate of a 21st century technocrat who understand the need of a changing world and has come to contribute his little quota to the emancipation of the Nigerian state. This only shows the uncut nature to which administration and leadership has been subjected to in a country where so much talent abound. His laptop status probably is to cut an ego of intimidation among members and exposes the the contempt to which majority of our so called leaders have subjected the future of this country to - a game of scramble.

If he cares to listen, two things are not contestable in this first phase of discourse. One is that in such fora, the laptop is most inappropriate except he has a notebook, iPad, tablet or others in their category and secondly, he probable is not the only one distracted from the day's proceedings as a good number of them are picking their phones helping in the search of the missing Malaysian Plane, chatting on Facebook and Whats-app and other social media. The conference is probably such a boring place for him and others in his likes who had been caught sleeping or nesting or fishing.

On the second phase of the discuss is the resort to the game of scramble. While I wont bother you with a trip down history, you will agree with me that his actions is not any different from the 1887 partitioning and scramble for the African continent by the colonialist? His actions are only a representation of the mischief of that era, now re-branded neocolonialism. 

The conference is the scramble conference for them to scramble for what they can get for themselves in the very narrow sense and for what  they can ferret out for the constituency they represent in a more stricter sense, but definitely for the Nigerian projects. After all, let the end fast, but before then, let him begin to game his bounty in the best possible way for him to get a premium. 

Scramblers, you are welcome on boards another plane earmarked for missing, FGN 14 CONFAB. Tighten your seat belt and enjoy the ride to the ocean of Nigeria dis-integration.