Nigeria 2019 Elections - The
True Face of Electioneering
FRIDAY
February 22
It
is 7:28 p.m. and dark outside in a quiet village in Delta Central. A tall young
man no more than 25 years walks into a group of youth standing not too far from
the bright light emanating from the window of a building two feet from where
they stood. The
group is familiar with each other, sharing pleasantries, their main discussion about
the presidential election less than 48 hours away.
The
focus now shifts to the young man who walked in minutes ago. His name is
Friday. When asked by a member of the group what he thinks about the election,
he declares with a sly grin: "We are ready. We know the party wey go
win!" He turns and looks at his audience who watch him enraptured. "I
get 4 PVCs!" Friday declares, explaining that he had gotten the PVCs since
2015 as a member of the Umbrella party.
He said he registered all four PVCs at four different communities in the Delta Central area. Going by his ancestral village, he is from Unit 3 of the Polling Centre but plans to go to three more centres within a 5 kilometre stretch to vote. He goes on to explain how he uses petrol to wipe off the ink stain on his finger used to vote in each polling unit, explaining that as a security agent approved by the senior Party Agent in charge of the units, all he needed to do was notify his gang of 5 per polling unit informing them he was leaving. They have a code, a signal for this particular mission. That is his cue to move with speed as soon as he's done voting. Thereafter he navigates his way to the next polling units.
Asked how he could have quick access to voting on time in all three polling centres, he replies: "Na we-we dey there. We know how we dey run am." He gets paid N10,000 for this particular job. He has already been advanced N5000 and would get the balance after the election.
He said he registered all four PVCs at four different communities in the Delta Central area. Going by his ancestral village, he is from Unit 3 of the Polling Centre but plans to go to three more centres within a 5 kilometre stretch to vote. He goes on to explain how he uses petrol to wipe off the ink stain on his finger used to vote in each polling unit, explaining that as a security agent approved by the senior Party Agent in charge of the units, all he needed to do was notify his gang of 5 per polling unit informing them he was leaving. They have a code, a signal for this particular mission. That is his cue to move with speed as soon as he's done voting. Thereafter he navigates his way to the next polling units.
Asked how he could have quick access to voting on time in all three polling centres, he replies: "Na we-we dey there. We know how we dey run am." He gets paid N10,000 for this particular job. He has already been advanced N5000 and would get the balance after the election.
Earlier
in the day word got out that prisoners have been released unexpectedly from
prison without due legal process. Many in the community speak in concerned
whispers about the appearance of a notorious prisoner known for armed robbery
and thuggery. Someone in the group said: "Na to waste their lives in
ballot snatching and thuggery that is why dem release them from prison
nau." When someone asked Friday if he was aware of this, he says he's
aware of the prisoner’s release explaining that the prisoners belong to the
party with the broom logo who have been freed without official procedures with the singular goal to rig the elections in any manner possible.
Someone
threw a direct question to Friday, asking if his umbrella party also have such
prisoners released to carry out similar rigging. Friday nods his head ever so slightly
in the affirmative in a manner that betrayed impulsive body language over
quick-thinking response as his eyes widen in muted excitement at the same time.
He turned his head away momentarily then turns back to reply: "I cannot
answer that."
When asked again, he repeated the same sentence, "I cannot answer that." A moment later he leaves and waves goodbye to the others who wished him well. Many in the group expressed deep concern about Friday’s safety, some saying he's not a smart young man and may not survive past the election should he be caught. Despite the order of the President that any caught in the act of ballot snatching will be gunned down, the devil-may-care attitude of youth in the Delta Central emboldens them to do the unthinkable.
When asked again, he repeated the same sentence, "I cannot answer that." A moment later he leaves and waves goodbye to the others who wished him well. Many in the group expressed deep concern about Friday’s safety, some saying he's not a smart young man and may not survive past the election should he be caught. Despite the order of the President that any caught in the act of ballot snatching will be gunned down, the devil-may-care attitude of youth in the Delta Central emboldens them to do the unthinkable.
SATURDAY
March 23
The
time is 5:30 a.m. I rush into the waiting car taking me to the designated
polling unit. There’s a 6-6 curfew of no movement. The polling centre is far
and I didn’t bring along my jogging shoes not to mention I had no idea how to
get to the polling unit on my own.
We
drove down the dark streets into partially lite streets leading to the polling
centre. Within 10 minutes we arrived at the town hall where the election would
take place. The building is locked. I take a stroll to another open centre and
sat back waiting till the scheduled time for voting at 8:00 a.m.
The community
is quiet, many still asleep. A few persons can be seen fetching water from a
pump. Some other early-rising voters join me too. They were keen on not being
denied their rights to vote. The no-movement curfew was not going to be an
excuse.
At
7:25 a.m. I head out to the town hall hoping I can be amongst the first on the
queue, believing voting would start on time. As I walk through the street the
stench of weed suffocates the air. It is 34 degrees hot. The burning heat from
5 gas-flaring nozzles radiates into the atmosphere adding to the scotching bite.
The thick, irritating humidity makes the skin crawl with sticky sweat.
The
sound of thumping Nigerian pop music pumps a continuous rhythm of gyrating
sounds, mixing with the gay excited air of citizens out and about to vote – determined
to vote. Today they decide who becomes the president of Nigeria and who would
occupy the senatorial seats at the national assembly.
Ironically,
you can smell and taste the deep stench of poverty, see the grains of sad echoes of
unfulfilled dreams and feel pains of muffled outcry on the faces, homes and lives of
people living in his community. The main road is tarred but modern facilities
are not a common sight. Mud houses litter the community with some cement
houses. The common building architecture are bungalows with one or two storey
buildings scattered throughout the villages.
A
dog sleeps on the white sandy ground like it has no care in the world, its eyes
shut to the goings on around it. And even after much teasing by children and an
adult to make it change its position, it refused to get up – a metaphor of
voters' apathy seeping through the psyche and attitude of many who still feel
their votes won’t count.
I
move through a number of communities in the Delta Central and can't fail to
observe the large number of young men dressed in singlets and boxers or jeans,
some with sagging boxers or jeans bare-chested, drinking, smoking and generally
lazing around. Many I’m told are thugs and their job is to 'snatch ballot boxes'
should they think the election has been compromised in any way as they
perceived.
The two major parties, the broom and the umbrella hold sway amongst the many rearing to vote. No other party out of the 91 registered parties approved by INEC had any show of presence in this particular area. In some other parts of Delta Central. Delta South and Delta North there were up to 5 parties with voters ready to contest key elected positions.
The two major parties, the broom and the umbrella hold sway amongst the many rearing to vote. No other party out of the 91 registered parties approved by INEC had any show of presence in this particular area. In some other parts of Delta Central. Delta South and Delta North there were up to 5 parties with voters ready to contest key elected positions.
At
8:00 a.m. the polling centre where I’m supposed to vote isn’t opened.
At
9:03 a.m. when I passed by again, voting materials have not yet arrived.
By
9:55 a.m. an important political stalwart receives a call: "The bus have
not arrived yet?" he queries the voice on the other side of the phone. He
walks away from the small crowd trying to gather near him to eavesdrop. Later
he walks back to his anxious waiting team and says to no one in particular: “I
cannot understand why money already set aside for a job to be done isn't
carried out.”, his face in a disturbed grimace. He whips his phone from the
pocket of his African print trouser and makes another call. All is
settled.
Voters
sit in scattered numbers around the polling unit, many of the senior citizens dressed
in their traditional outfit with shoes and caps to match. A number of the youth
who came out too were well kitted to the nines like it was Christmas. It was a
bold statement that seems to proclaim: voting is serious business. Dress well
to vote.
Three
days prior however, the incumbent government announced that electorates who
were indigenes of the state based in Abuja and Lagos will be provided buses at
designated terminals to convey them down to Delta State to participate in the
election no matter the party they intended to vote for. Few resident indigenes I spoke with in the
community said they saw 2 buses from which many voters alighted from, others said
they saw 5 buses. The question on the lips of many was: this action by the
government to convey voters for free from these locations, is it lobbying or
vote buying? Many agreed it was lobbying since those ferried were not forced to
do so in lieu of voting. Yet the big elephant in the room still hung: won’t
this influence these voters to change their minds?
Someone in the audience with an angry scowl complained bitterly that teachers too had been compromised with bribes from the education secretary whose appointment required he delivers votes for the governor, else he will not return as a political appointee. The sum of N1.5 million was given to the executives of the Nigeria Union of Teachers after they had mobilised their members for a townhall meeting with the education secretary. While the excos shared N800,000, the balance of N700,000 was shared amongst its members, each taking away the sum of N1,500 only. Teachers who were not present at the forum were not given. They were considered 'traitors' or 'non compliant'. This caused some ill feelings. Two other persons in the group confirmed that the story was true, saying they had friends and family members who benefited from the largess.
Someone in the audience with an angry scowl complained bitterly that teachers too had been compromised with bribes from the education secretary whose appointment required he delivers votes for the governor, else he will not return as a political appointee. The sum of N1.5 million was given to the executives of the Nigeria Union of Teachers after they had mobilised their members for a townhall meeting with the education secretary. While the excos shared N800,000, the balance of N700,000 was shared amongst its members, each taking away the sum of N1,500 only. Teachers who were not present at the forum were not given. They were considered 'traitors' or 'non compliant'. This caused some ill feelings. Two other persons in the group confirmed that the story was true, saying they had friends and family members who benefited from the largess.
At
10:15 a.m., a messenger runs to the political stalwart to announce that the bus
conveying voting materials have arrived, but not at the central polling area
where it was designated to be, but rather at a sub polling unit 4 kilometres
away. "But they know we have more enemies that way nau!" a senior
party agent whined, vexed. Another said, “But that is not the approved polling
centre! Why take it there?” Quickly, they summon an emergency meeting to work
out how to retrieve the INEC materials then dispersed secretly.
By
11:24 a.m. the voting materials was yet to arrive. Old men and women, including
persons with disability fall asleep under the hot sun, barely protected by the
shadows of the roofs of buildings. Many of the youth move about, their faces
scrunched up. They are restive and eager to get done with the election.
A
group of 15 men, ages 40-78 years gather together to play traditional drink-pouring
and libation, welcoming one another as is the custom. Monies are placed on plates
with kolanuts and drinks. Traditional poetry rules and the best orator holds
the audience in his spell, mesmerizing them with ancestral idioms, proverbs and
wise sayings. The senior citizens love this form of play and camaraderie,
especially since it was such a rear treat to have so many wealthier and more
sophisticated cosmopolitan visitors living outside the village come around for
the voting exercise.
A
sudden rush amongst the crowd announced the arrival of INEC Materials at 12:11 p.m.
followed by a stampede of persons fighting to be the first in line to vote,
many refusing to queue but keen on getting inside the hall rather than stand outside
on a proper queue.
A
prominent party stalwart keen on delivering his constituency in the keenly
contested elections calls on all to stay calm and form a queue. INEC officials and
ad-hoc staff make strong pleas that seemed to fall on deaf ears. After much
back and forth quarrels and tongue lashings, three queues were formed which
later became two lines for 2 units.
Later,
we get to learn that the reason for the late arrival of the materials was
because the election materials had been seized by the opposition party with the
broom logo. It took long negotiations, palm greasing and lengthy diplomacy of
the party stalwart of the current party with the umbrella logo to finally get
the gang who hijacked the materials to finally let go.
Just
before I voted at 14:45 p.m., an elderly man struggling to walk with his
walking stick caused a stir amongst the party agents inside the polling centre
when he voted for the opposition in full glare of many. Because he couldn’t
read and see clearly, one of the INEC officials assisted him with the process,
asking him which party he preferred, and then guided him to thumb print on the
preferred logo. There was no cubicle at this centre so everyone saw the elderly
man’s party choice.
A party leader who saw this happening exclaimed: “But how can he vote APC! Doesn’t he know this is a PDP community?” More grumblings from others watching the scene escaped people’s mouth. The larger number angry at the elderly man but a few more persons were concerned that the secrecy that goes with voting was violated and would prefer no one saw which party they voted for. After a while, a quiet calm set in after the old man was escorted away. By this time though, about one third of the voters on queue had already voted. Voting continued well past 5:00 p.m. considering it started more than four hours behind schedule.
A party leader who saw this happening exclaimed: “But how can he vote APC! Doesn’t he know this is a PDP community?” More grumblings from others watching the scene escaped people’s mouth. The larger number angry at the elderly man but a few more persons were concerned that the secrecy that goes with voting was violated and would prefer no one saw which party they voted for. After a while, a quiet calm set in after the old man was escorted away. By this time though, about one third of the voters on queue had already voted. Voting continued well past 5:00 p.m. considering it started more than four hours behind schedule.
Finally,
everyone returns home to await the official announcement of the results from
INEC even though many party agents, members and staunch supporters of the
current party have high hopes their party will trump the opposition in these
units.
And
that was exactly what happened. At 8:30 p.m. news filtered that the party with
the umbrella logo had the highest votes in these particular units.
But
what would be the overall presidential and national assembly results from this
community after the results from all the wards are collated? Which party will
clinch it?
SUNDAY
February 24
It’s
19:38 a.m. A bike with two men on it zoom past the street bumping with speed chanting
a song, their voice loud: "Omo-Agege is a go!"
Five
minutes later two more bikes speed past, the bikers shouting: "APC! Progress!" right behind them were children chanting in local dialect: “APC
5 over 10." "E gha na, e yen yen!" the literal translation
means: You who vote, just keep pressing the brown! "APC! Change
Okowa!"
The
partially lite street is now crowded with a moving jubilant crowd of youngsters
from age 8 years and above in the midst of mostly older youth between 19-28
years old alongside more matured older men and few ladies, all shouting,
chanting, singing with lots of exaggerated hailings, their joy palpable.
The
community has gotten their desire. Their votes counted. President Muhammadu Buhari
is returned as President of Nigeria, so is Omo-Agege returned to the 9th
assembly as senator.
But
is that choice the overall reflection in other wards and communities across
Nigeria?
After
almost 72 hours wait, INEC officially announces President Muhammadu Buhari winner
of the presidential race while Atiku Abubakar emerged second with a 3.5million
votes difference.
Gubernatorial Election
SATURDAY March 9th
Driving
through the community, an uncomfortable deadly quietness hung over the air as
though people had deserted the place. It is 7:25 a.m. but the community seems
to be fast asleep. The usual boisterousness that prevailed during the
presidential election was absent. Not one single adult could be seen on the
street. A few number of children pop their heads out from mud windows to see
who the visitor in the car passing through their street was. They turn their
face away, uninterested. The sound of voices from televisions filter into the
quiet air, holding the gazes of the children spell bound to the screens.
In
front of the town hall marked as the polling centre are three canopies. These
were not there the last time the presidential elections held.
Soon
the reason for the unusual calm and quietness in the community was uncovered. The
week before, a strategic meeting with members of the community held. All youth,
adults and adult groups were met and given gifts of monies. An average of N3k was
given to male elders with an additional N10k was given at an earlier general
meeting with all the male leaders and key male figures in the community and a
token of N5k was given to each woman in the community. It was covert lobbying.
A pre-emptive and strategic measure taken to prevent overt vote buying on
election day. Electioneering has gotten more sophisticated, the money trail now
more expansive.
I
was already seated near the town hall under one of the canopies with about
twenty other persons who had come from Warri to vote in their village. I
repeatedly check my wristwatch, anxious to get done with the voting, hoping
INEC officials will do better with timing this time. It was all wishful
thinking.
At
8:55 a.m. the adults begin to stroll lazily out of shacks, mud, and cement
houses leisurely taking up seats arranged under the canopies. Three large
canopies were set up for voters to sit and wait their turns until the polling
centre opens and voting commence. Many elders, majority of them dubbed
'Justices of Peace', have their special canopy. Older and middle aged women sit
under this same canopy with the men. Another canopy with more nursing mothers
and children, by default, occupied the last canopy.
At
10:40 a.m. election materials arrives.
By
11:07 a.m. voters were asked to cue in two separate lines.
Three
patrol cars manned by 10 police officers and 2 military men in military outfits
patrol the units. Different patrol vans move in and out, patrolling the entire
breathe of the community in rotation. Seven women make up these mix team of
police and army. They have a quick security meeting then zoom off in two patrol
vehicles to create an air of seriousness.
Young
party agents walk with bounce in their steps busy with activities expected of
them to discharge. Some proudly don their tags around their necks, while others preferred to hold their tags in their hands moving about, sending coded
signals to each other, whispering at other times and in one gusto move as a
team to specific areas in and around the polling units. There does not seem to
be any 'opposition' tension in the air. They have all 'reconciled' their
differences.
There
are two types of agents: the ones with tags and the ones without. The ones with
tags are better dressed and slightly composed. The other set, dressed like
street thugs in new clothes were more boisterous and aggressive.
It's
13:03 p.m. The sudden tasty smell of jollof rice swirling in the air set the
olfactory lobe into overdrive causing a frenzy, scattering the queue. Many of
the voters on queue made a run toward the smell of cooked meal. Instant quarrel
amongst voters bursts forth. Shouts of “It’s my own,” "Where my own",
"Give me too naa", "Why you no wan give me my share" rent
the air, heightening the tensed excitement, many more no longer keen on staying
on the queue to vote. Their priorities changed.
At
13:19 p.m., the sun bursts through the sky in one yellow flame of heat,
shattering the cooler atmosphere long enjoyed for 6 hours amidst the struggle
for packaged jollof rice.
At
13:25 p.m. a drunk voter jumps into a crowd of sitting voters waiting their
turn to be served jollof rice, disrupting the merry calm. He charges in, picks
up a white plastic chair and tries to haul it at another voter but was stopped in
his tracks by three men. He shouts unintelligently, his words a slur. For
another 3 mins they try to wrestle the chair from his hand while trying to stop
him from attacking those who held on to his arms as he tried to kick and punch
anyone within his reach. Then unexpectedly he wrestles himself free from their
grasp rushing out the same way he rushed in.
By
14:44 p.m. about 95% of voters have exercised their franchise. Yet, the voter
turnout compared to that of the presidential and senatorial election was low.
Whispers of dirty, gun-shooting, fiery election seeped through many
communities, frightening many from turning up. Surprisingly, it was a very calm
and peaceful election. Many who later learnt how peaceful it had gone so far
regretted not showing up.
But
by 16:51 p.m. the story changed just as the weather began to gather dark clouds. A gun shot was heard. Panic and fear rented
the air as many, especially the elderly began to run for their homes or seek
protection in other people’s homes. News filtered that another polling unit,
about 4 kilometres away, someone had tried to snatch a ballot box but was
quickly gunned down by a vigilant police officer.
At
this point the polling unit was barricaded off to allow a smooth collation of the results. Some said this was usually about the time ballot box snatching was done. It was time to go home. I drove off glad to have fulfilled my civic
duties.
Almost forty hours later around noon on March 11th, the official announcement was made. The Umbrella won. The
incumbent Governor emerged winner of the gubernatorial election. His winning
was met with jubilation in Delta North and Delta South while it was a mix
reaction in some parts of Delta Central.
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