Opinion
Reminiscences Of A Pen Maestro
There are many sorrows, but there is nothing that rends the heart as the death of a beloved one. So as I begin to write, in the past tense, about my great and dependable friend, brother, and, indeed, counsellor, the late Mr Minere Amakiri, I have a profound feeling of sombreness and nostalgia.
I did not just read about this jewel of inestimable value, this man of golden heart, this crusader of peace, truth, and justice, this disciplinarian, this wonderful and great man, this pen maestro that traversed the journalism world like a colossus, I ate with him and shared invaluable moments with him in our homes and offices, and at events.
Several times we discussed far into the night touching on diverse issues – religion, politics, and socio – economic life across the world. But most times, we zeroed our discussion on the developmental challenges of Rivers State and the Nigerian state. We dissected the public and private sectors and the entire structure of the country’s economy.
The late Mr Amakiri had a deep sense of history. Sometimes he would take me through the tortuous journey of the Nigerian nation, highlighting the trouble with the country. He was very critical about the issues – the issues that have kept the country spinning like the barbers chair. He would lampoon the politicians who have become obsessed with the acquisition of power and wealth to the detriment of the nation. He would explain how these people squandered public wealth on frivolous pleasures without any feeling about the plight of the common man.
The late Mr Amakiri believed that with effective and efficient husbandry of the country’s abundant natural and human resources, Nigeria will catch-up with the developed countries in no distant time. He would say: “Look at the poor state of the various sectors of the economy: agriculture, electric power, transport, manufacturing distribution, health, and water – the wealth of the nation being drained away by corruption and wasteful spending can very well fix it”.
As far as the late Mr Amakiri was concerned, Nigeria has hardly had disciplined, committed, and courageous leaders. To him, the Nigerian is a person of resilient and indomitable spirit who derives tremendous joy from living and the pursuit of survival. Thus in the face of inadequate provision of social amenities by government, the Nigerian provides such necessities of life as electric power, water, and security for himself, meaning that with selfless, potent, and effective leadership, he can be turned into a veritable vehicle for national growth and development.
To say the least, I admired his intellectual prowess, his courage, his logic, and most of all, his great love for Rivers State, the Nigerian nation, and humanity. His mind was as sharp as a razor blade. He could tear any political, economic, and social issue into pieces. His attack on any matter affecting public interest was acidic. Mr Amakiri’s pen could scoop out real sweat from any government or person whose action was anti-thetical to the yearnings, aspirations, and the general well being of the people.
This was, perhaps, how his story published in the Daily Observer of the then Mid-West of Nigeria Government incurred for him the wrath of the Rivers State Government of the then Commander Alfred Diete Spiff in 1973. The hair on his head was shaved off. He was flogged. And he was detained for publishing the story which the then Rivers State Government perceived as embarrassing to the Governor, his family, his executive council, and security operatives. That encounter with the Rivers State Government, popularly known as What Did Amakiri Do opened a new vista for the fight for press freedom in Nigeria and beyond. And the then Justice Ambrose Allagoa’s Judgment on the case has become an important citation on press freedom across the world.
After his long fulfilling but challenging practice of journalism with Drum Magazine, a South African magazine, Lagos Weekend, a weekly newspaper of the Daily Times Stable, the Overseas Press Services (OPS) as a war correspondent, and the Daily Observer, and making contact with such world-renowned journalists and author as Fredrick Forsythe, Mr Oronkwe, the then Reuters Chief Correspondent in Owerri and others like Mr Nelson Otah, Mr Boniface Ofokaja, and Chief Victor Effiong, a former General Manager in NTA, Mr Amakiri founded the Beacon newspaper in 2001.
Today, the Beacon is known to be a crusader for good governance, transparent leadership, and a voice for the voiceless. Apparently, the Beacon has become the crowning glory of his long chequered journalism career which he began in 1967.
But Mr Amakiri was not the proverbial traveller who became a stranger in his own land. He was a typical Rivers man, who would walk with a swagger in his gait. He proudly wore his woko and etibo and always stood out in the crowd. He was self-assured and a little self assertive. He knew his rights and would not allow anyone, no matter his or her station in life, to trample on them.
I called him Beacon, Oga Beacon, Sir Beacon. Why? Not only because he was the founder and publisher of the Beacon newspaper but also because he was, strictly speaking, a beacon of hope for many. A hardworking, humorous, vibrant, and versatile man, he was a giver and a lover of life. I cannot remember any day or time I visited him that he did not offer me some food, drinks and gifts of different sizes, shapes, and colours. Mr Amakiri was a great man.
As we moved him to the morgue that fateful Friday August 19, 2011, it downed on me that death comes when it must come.
It must come one day unbidden and unwelcome, no matter how we try to stave it off. Death arrives whether or not we are ready for it, whether or not it is a mystery to us. It comes nonetheless with no regard for wisdom, understanding, goodness, age, and station in life. Whether it brings grief, sorrow or tears to the loved ones, it comes.
But death is only a bridge to the far country. It is a coma in the whole sentence of life, in the continuum of existence. And, as the spiritual leader of Eckankar, Sri Harold Klemp puts it: “Life and death have no real boundaries. Death is but a gateway”. This means that upon his physical death in this world, Mr Amakiri has moved to the far country, the great beyond.
Though Mr Amakiri has ascended to the far country, he will continue to live in my heart and the hearts of others who loved him.
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