I wish I Was American

 In all my life, and as much as I can recollect, I have never strongly wished I were a citizen of the very God's Own Country any more than I have found myself irresistibly doing now. And the authorities of the land of my birth, Nigeria, should have no choice but forgive my strong wishful but “unpatriotic” tendency. After all, I reckon I have tried all these years to stick around and join hands to salvage the land with the rest of us, like the proverbial Andrew as I chose not to go the way of my peers who frantically had to dispose of all they could lay their hands on if only to escape the nation's biting economic recession of the 90's.
Let me say that my present longing is born out of the current political development in the Uncle Sam that has attracted much envy and admiration from world spectators; an exercise that has reflected all elements of democratic ideals; and the yet undying applause that hollers from across the world's races and colours, which are a perfect demonstration of the simple fact that, uniquely, America has something that the rest of the world, or most part of the world does not have; and that in the core of every man lie the ideals of liberty, opportunity and democracy that struggle continuously to find expression, even though enshrouded by the thick layers of human ego and self-interest, especially in black and coloured nations of the world.
Never mind Iwu's devil's philosophy oh jare. All we know is that a million of such off beam theories can never make a right election. In other lands, academicians are the injectors of moral panacea for many societal ills and issues. But in ours, it must be the acadas in the likes of Iwu who, after playing the perfect hand tool with which the sacrosanct nature of democratic process of leadership choice was made a mere farcical display to the admiration of the manipulators, the power that be, will today find the audacity to lecture the Americans on how to and how not to conduct their elections, to the extent of modeling Nigeria's electoral process, as if he does not know that we know that cardinal in any process of choice-making are the honesty and sincerity of purpose which will always tell in the end result.
Iwu's problem goes beyond barefacedness; he simply has no fear of God in him. For how can a man of his character ever come in the open to utter anything close to condemning an election which process and results were enthusiastically watched and monitored live across the globe, and which outcome has defied the least criticism by pundits and lay people alike, even in the face of screaming impediments that would made nonsense of Obama's political ambition had it been in Nigeria?
Were it in Nigeria, Barack Obama with his ostensible racial disadvantage, even with a million dreams of an old God-sent sage, would have only been dreaming away his political career without ever getting close to the Senate, talk less of assuming the highly exalted position of the country's number one citizen. Here, it's not just possible that the President-elect would have had such overwhelming victory with his candidature outside the ruling party. The country's political cabal which instrument Iwu had always remained would have stoutly stood in the way of his political success.
How many dreams did out founding fathers not have? Of course, Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe, Chief Obafemi Awolowo, Sir Ahmadu Bello, Dr. Udo Udoma and the like, all had them. But they all died and were buried with their dreams.
So you see, the crystallization of any dream is solely dependent on the environment and also the generation for which the dream was had. That is to say that if this generation of Americans had no solid foundation upon which true democracy could thrive, if today's America had no fertile ground for liberty, opportunity and hope for all to take root and grow, there is no way that the dreams, visions and the sacrifices of the black heroes of the New World who had to pay dearly for their struggles would have been justified.
I therefore task the Prof. to look closely enough and he will find nothing in the post-election speeches of the two presidential contestants, Barack Obama of the Democratic Party and John McCain of the Republican, suggestive of any manipulation, dishonesty and insincerity that usually characterize our elections, and the disagreement, acrimony and rancour that trail such exercises. Rather both men's addresses complimented each other, showing that whatever they had done in the course of electioneering through the election proper, one thing had remained paramount in their focus: the LOVE for their fatherland and its people.
And in the end, we in Nigeria, and indeed the entire world, have this to learn from America: that there is beauty in a people's inward resolve to uphold the democratic values which the nation's founding fathers established through blood, sweat and tears in a land with arrays of races and rainbow of colours; and that rather than settling for just being known as the world's best democracy, they have to act it out and be seen as one.
Today, the success story of the 47 year-old pure African-American, the 44th American President come Jan. 20, 2009, may mean different things to different people as the Kenyan blood stood tall rhapsodizing his acceptance speech amid ecstatic ovation and cheers from around the world with the following thought-provoking posers in the end: “…So tonight, let us ask ourselves if our children should live to see the next century, if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper [the 106 year-old voter], what change will they see? What progress will we have made?”
To the rest of us it means an unyielding hope for the hopeless and the down-trodden, and that for us to have a change tomorrow for our children and posterity yet unborn, we have to start to lay the foundation for change here and now.