Opinion
Living one’s Religion
There are many heart aches that test one’s faith in his or her religion and, indeed, God: the anguish of long suffering, the loss of valuable property, the treachery of an ingrate, the tortures of jealousy, the agony of poor health, but there is nothing that rends the heart, that destroys all hope, that ruins a life, that weakens one’s faith as the death of a beloved one.
On Friday October 2, 2009, the cold hand of death took away from me and my wife our beloved and only surviving child, Master Vahana Ochonma, at a tender age of 14 years eight months. Vaha as he was fondly called returned from his school, Niger Delta Science school, Rives State College of Arts and Science, Rumuola, Port Harcourt hail and hearty on Monday September 28, 2009. Later that day he complained of pains.
We took Vaha to a private clinic first, but there was no significant improvement. So we moved him to the university of Port Harcourt Teaching Hospital. Up till 2.00 p.m. that faithful Friday both of us had a father-and-son chat. Though lying in his sick bed, he assured us that he was strong and even asked for food. Thereafter, it was a bewildering battle. Doctors, nurses, everyone there fought relentlessly to stop the merciless hand of death from snatching Vaha away but to no avail. At exactly 2.30 p.m. Vaha started his journey to the far country, the glories above. Our flood of tears could not stop him. The love we share could not stop him. Our lofty plans for him could not stop him. And his dream to become a medical doctor could not stop him.
Vaha had a most promising and envious future. He was a wonderful child so intelligent, so dutiful, so handsome, so thoughtful, and so full of life, velocity, and love that my wife and I were content with him as the only child. He was a child of humorous, courteous, cheerful, and honest disposition. From the tributes of his teachers, mates, friends, and relations to him, Vaha touched the lives of the people he met on his short sojourn in this world of tears, sorrow, struggle and sweat. Describing his nature, one of his teachers who came to commiserate with us repeatedly said in a very sober tone: “Vahana was a good boy”. His Eminence, Sir Dr. Chukumela Nnam Obi II (OON JP) Oba (Eze Ogba) of Ogbaland and Chairman, Rivers State Council of Traditional Rulers who also came to console us said that Vaha was not dead because he will continue to live in the heart of his admirers.
Vaha, my son, was my brother and my friend. He was my Researcher, Liberian, Special Assistant, Adviser, and Confidant. He was my motivation for work. To my wife, the mother, he was everything. Vaha was a jewel of inestimable value.
As I write this piece, I remember the words he regularly used to propel me to write this column. He would remind me: “Daddy, you have not down loaded for this week”. So you see why I could not “down load” for the past three weeks.
Life without Vaha will be a terrible challenge to me. As I try to write this piece with tears welling up my eyes, a question continues to swim across my mind: What is it that each and everyone of us seeks in life? I think each and everyone of us needs a child or children in a family to give him or her an anchor, to give him roots in this earth. We need more than power, wealth, and fame to make us human. We need love, kindness and affection to learn the true values in the world. We need happiness, success, peace of mind. We need more life.
We avoid cross roads, crisis. Now I know better that crisis is a part of life. With its different sizes, colours and shapes, it comes when it will come. When we face crisis, we face a decision. In a crisis situation, we are like a patient who either gets worse and dies, or gets better and lives. Since the death of Vaha 26 days ago my wife and I have been inundated with stories of people who faced terrible crisis. Some got over their crises and lived while others could not and they died.
And so I ask again. What is it that each and everyone of us seeks in life? Sri Harold Klemp, a writer and spiritual says that what we should look for is a greater ability to meet our life. In his words: “When any thing comes up, instead of being plowed under by the forces of life, flattened by the steamrollers of the negative forces, we say, I have the temple within myself and we figure out what to do. It will give an idea, a nudge to take the next step to figuring a way out of the predicament”.
Now my wife and I are facing the practical aspects of our religious teachings. And so do others faced with one crisis or the other.
In spite of the numerous pathways man has been led through, living one’s religion is to live a full spiritual life each day. This involves absolute self-surrender to the will of God. It involves finding heaven no matter what our outer circumstances may be. It involves giving love to God and our fellow creatures and also accepting same whether it comes in form of religion, gifts, kind words, challenges or crisis. Then no matter the vicissitutes of life we can always find at least a little bit of happiness every day. I think this is possible for those who desire to live their religion.
vincent Ochonma
Opinion
Wike VS Soldier’s Altercation: Matters Arising
The events that unfolded in Abuja on Tuesday November 11, 2025 between the Minister of the Federal Capital Territory, Chief Nyesom Wike and a detachment of soldiers guarding a disputed property, led by Adams Yerima, a commissioned Naval Officer, may go down as one of the defining images of Nigeria’s democratic contradictions. It was not merely a quarrel over land. It was a confrontation between civil authority and the military legacy that still hovers over our national life.
Nyesom Wike, fiery and fearless as always, was seen on video exchanging words with a uniformed officer who refused to grant him passage to inspect a parcel of land alleged to have been illegally acquired. The minister’s voice rose, his temper flared, and the soldier, too, stood his ground, insisting on his own authority. Around them, aides, security men, and bystanders watched, stunned, as two embodiments of the Nigerian state clashed in the open.
The images spread fast, igniting debates across drawing rooms, beer parlours, and social media platforms. Some hailed Wike for standing up to military arrogance; others scolded him for perceived disrespect to the armed forces. Yet beneath the noise lies a deeper question about what sort of society we are building and whether power in Nigeria truly understands the limits of its own reach.
It is tragic that, more than two decades into civil rule, the relationship between the civilian arm of government and the military remains fragile and poorly understood. The presence of soldiers in a land dispute between private individuals and the city administration is, by all civic standards, an aberration. It recalls a dark era when might was right, and uniforms conferred immunity against accountability.
Wike’s anger, even if fiery, was rooted in a legitimate concern: that no individual, however connected or retired, should deploy the military to protect personal interests. That sentiment echoes the fundamental democratic creed that the law is supreme, not personalities. If his passion overshot decorum, it was perhaps a reflection of a nation weary of impunity.
On the other hand, the soldier in question is a symbol of another truth: that discipline, respect for order, and duty to hierarchy are ingrained in our armed forces. He may have been caught between conflicting instructions one from his superiors, another from a civilian minister exercising his lawful authority. The confusion points not to personal failure but to institutional dysfunction.
It is, therefore, simplistic to turn the incident into a morality play of good versus evil.
*********”**** What happened was an institutional embarrassment. Both men represented facets of the same failing system a polity still learning how to reconcile authority with civility, law with loyalty, and service with restraint.
In fairness, Wike has shown himself as a man of uncommon courage. Whether in Rivers State or at the FCTA, he does not shy away from confrontation. Yet courage without composure often feeds misunderstanding. A public officer must always be the cooler head, even when provoked, because the power of example outweighs the satisfaction of winning an argument.
Conversely, soldiers, too, must be reminded that their uniforms do not place them above civilian oversight. The military exists to defend the nation, not to enforce property claims or intimidate lawful authorities. Their participation in purely civil matters corrodes the image of the institution and erodes public trust.
One cannot overlook the irony: in a country where kidnappers roam highways and bandits sack villages, armed men are posted to guard contested land in the capital. It reflects misplaced priorities and distorted values. The Nigerian soldier, trained to defend sovereignty, should not be drawn into private or bureaucratic tussles.
Sycophancy remains the greatest ailment of our political culture. Many of those who now cheer one side or the other do so not out of conviction but out of convenience. Tomorrow they will switch allegiance. True patriotism lies not in defending personalities but in defending principles. A people enslaved by flattery cannot nurture a culture of justice.
The Nigerian elite must learn to submit to the same laws that govern the poor. When big men fence off public land and use connections to shield their interests, they mock the very constitution they swore to uphold. The FCT, as the mirror of national order, must not become a jungle where only the powerful can build.
The lesson for Wike himself is also clear: power is best exercised with calmness. The weight of his office demands more than bravery; it demands statesmanship. To lead is not merely to command, but to persuade — even those who resist your authority.
Equally, the lesson for the armed forces is that professionalism shines brightest in restraint. Obedience to illegal orders is not loyalty; it is complicity. The soldier who stands on the side of justice protects both his honour and the dignity of his uniform.
The Presidency, too, must see this episode as a wake-up call to clarify institutional boundaries. If soldiers can be drawn into civil enforcement without authorization, then our democracy remains at risk of subtle militarization. The constitution must speak louder than confusion.
The Nigerian public deserves better than spectacles of ego. We crave leaders who rise above emotion and officers who respect civilian supremacy. Our children must not inherit a nation where authority means shouting matches and intimidation in public glare.
Every democracy matures through such tests. What matters is whether we learn the right lessons. The British once had generals who defied parliament; the Americans once fought over states’ rights; Nigeria, too, must pass through her own growing pains but with humility, not hubris.
If the confrontation has stirred discomfort, then perhaps it has done the nation some good. It forces a conversation long overdue: Who truly owns the state — the citizen or the powerful? Can we build a Nigeria where institutions, not individuals, define our destiny?
As the dust settles, both the FCTA and the military hierarchy must conduct impartial investigations. The truth must be established — not to shame anyone, but to restore order. Where laws were broken, consequences must follow. Where misunderstandings occurred, apologies must be offered.
Let the rule of law triumph over the rule of impulse. Let civility triumph over confrontation. Let governance return to the path of dialogue and procedure.
Nigeria cannot continue to oscillate between civilian bravado and military arrogance. Both impulses spring from the same insecurity — the fear of losing control. True leadership lies in the ability to trust institutions to do their work without coercion.
Those who witnessed the clash saw a drama of two gladiators. One in starched khaki, one in well-cut suit. Both proud, both unyielding. But a nation cannot be built on stubbornness; it must be built on understanding. Power, when it meets power, should produce order, not chaos.
We must resist the temptation to glorify temper. Governance is not warfare; it is stewardship. The citizen watches, the world observes, and history records. How we handle moments like this will define our collective maturity.
The confrontation may have ended without violence, but it left deep questions in the national conscience. When men of authority quarrel in the open, institutions tremble. The people, once again, become spectators in a theatre of misplaced pride.
It is time for all who hold office — civilian or military — to remember that they serve under the same flag. That flag is neither khaki nor political colour; it is green-white-green, and it demands humility.
No victor, no vanquish only a lesson for a nation still learning to govern itself with dignity.
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