Abdullahi No-Sweat At 80, Emmanuel Yawe

Abba Dabo took me to Kano in 1984. He was my Editor at the New Nigerian Newspapers in Kaduna before his appointment as Chief Press Secretary to President Shehu Shagari in 1983. By 1984, he was appointed Managing Director of Triumph Newspapers Kano.
“I took Yawe protesting, kicking and crying to Kano”, he is fond of saying anything we meet these days.
He is right. At the time, I did not like Kano. Kaduna – with its green bottles and their liquid contents, beautiful and willing girls – was my ideal town. I was a young dashing reporter with the unholy ambition to paint the town red. Kano was too serious a city for me. The men I saw there were either serious religious mullahs or even more serious merchants.
But Kano tamed down my restless soul. Before moving to Kano, I had lived a short but turbulent life as a reporter. For the first time as an itinerant reporter, I was able to keep a job for three years. It was in Kano I made it to the pinnacle of journalism as an Editor.
I also made many, many friends in Kano – too many to mention. The most remarkable man I befriended in Kano was a colleague by the unusual name of Abdullahi No Sweat.
Abdullahi was also a product of Abba Dabo at the Triumph newspapers. A self-confessed rascal, he was rusticated from secondary school in the 50’s for “extreme insubordination” after he slapped a white British school master. He went to school in Yola with the who is who in Adamawa State. Bamanga Tukur was his headboy, Murtala Nyako, Professor Jibril Aminu, the Lamido of Adamawa, J JFwah, the King of Bata, Atiku Abubakar as Vice President nick named him “No Sweet” after a series of questions from the hard-hitting reporter, was also his junior in school.
He left Nigeria in 1960, the year of our independence by stowing away in a ship to London. And for 23 years, he kept wandering all over the world without caring about Nigeria. Abba Dabo as Editor travelled with President Shehu Shagari on a State visit met him in Pakistan in 1983 where he was the lead actor in a Pakistani movie. President Shagari’s ADC, Col Isa Usman Garkidawas Abdullahi’s classmate in Yola and had fished him out in Pakistan to come and meet his President.
It was strange for the President to hear that a Nigerian could speak the Pakistani language very fluently and even act a film in it. It was even more strange for him to hear that this Nigerian had not been to his home country since independence and had no immediate plans to visit home. When the President asked him how soon he wanted to visit Nigeria, he simply replied, “someday”.
President Shagari was told the extraordinary story of Abdullahi’s travels all over the world in 23 years and his ability to speak different languages on all continents of the world. He wanted to use such vast knowledge for the benefit of Nigeria. He did not take the “someday” answer from Abdullahi but wanted him back immediately.
Back to Nigeria, Abba Dabo who wrote a popular column in the Sunday New Nigerian introduced him to his readers as “Nigeria’s Ambassador Extraordinary.” Before long, Abdullahi was bundled back to Nigeria in 1983 by presidential decree. Sadly, by the end of 1983, Muhammadu Buhari moved his troops to sack Shagari as President of Nigeria.Abdullahi who came back to Nigeria by Presidential decree became stranded. There was anew Pharaoh in town who did not know Joseph.
Abba Dabo, the greatest Editor I have ever worked under took him to Truimph newspapers. At first, he was in the sales department. But the self-confessed rascal wrote a petition against his Sales Manager alleging that he had embezzled N300 (three hundred Naira). An internal investigation was carried out which proved that the allegation was true.
The atmosphere became so tense in the department that he was transferred to the editorial department and made the Chief Proof Reader. As the Group News Editor, he was under my watch.
The newsroom in any newspaper is considered a mad room. A newsroom with Abdullahi No Sweat is the maddest I have ever known. It was a house of commotion withAbdullahi as the lead actor. He regaled us with stories of the five wives he married in America, whom he divorced all; his life in Iceland as a fisherman, his Indian hemp smoking encounters in Jamaica with Bob Marley, the Reggae King; his business trips from Holland to Kathmandu in Nepal where he run a bus charter service known as “No Sweat over land Tours” with his fellow hashish smoking hippie men; his experiences in a German homosexuals night club as a striptease dancer; his life as a Mujahadin fighter in Afghanistan with Osama bin Laden when the Soviet Union invaded the country in 1979 and he and other comrades were trained by Americans to fight the Soviets; the stories were endless and salacious.
But not everybody in the newsroom was interested in his stories which offended their religious sensitivities. Fist fights often broke out. He had practiced many professions in his wandering life and he told us of all. But one profession which he did not tell us was that he was also a pugilist along the way. Anytime a fight broke out, he knocked down all his opponents. One day, Nii, a Ghanaian sub editor tried to separate a fight between Abdullahi and his opponents and got a black swollen eye in the bargain.
As the leader of the newsroom, I had to find a solution to the endless commotion which Abdullahi No Sweat brought to my turf. I decided to befriend him. That was how our friendship started.
Over the years, we have become more of brothers than friends. When I left Triumph in Kano to take up a job with the Gongola State Government in 1987, he left with me. We found a beautiful well cultured Fulani girl for him and since 1988 they have remained married and raised wonderful intelligent children.
When I lost my grandfather in 1987, the man who brought me up – the Rev JEI Sai, the first Tiv man to be ordained a Priest – Abdullahi was there for his burial; he also attended my father’s burial and that of my senior brother Sam. In 2016 when I lost my mother, Abdullahi’s health was bad and I told him not to bother to come. He screamed at me and came – arriving my remote village two days after my mother was buried.
My mother till death considered him one of her children. When he married Aina, his Fulani wife, we took them to our village for their honeymoon. He woke up the following morning to tell me he was going to Wukari. I asked him to do what. He replied that since there was no Mosque in my village, he was going to look for one to pray. Knowing his history with the five other women, we never allowed him to make the trip to Wukari.
Often, he would travel to my remote village at my back and load his vehicle with as much foodstuff as the bus could carry. On hearing of my mother’s death, he phoned to say “Emma you have not lost a mother. You have lost a great mother.”
The greatest regret of my life with him is that he nominated me to write the book on his global wanderings. Somehow, my unsettled life has made it impossible. That wonderful story has been written and will soon be made public this year.
Here is wishing my friend and brother Abdullahi No Sweat who turned 80 in March this year a happy birthday. [myad]




The Archbishop of Sokoto Diocese, Bishop Mathew Hassan Kukah has asked God to forgive elders who have committed sins against Him but pretending as if they are good.

Africa is going through another phase of self-imposed slavery and colonization. This is especially in the face of the aggressive buy over of the African continent by the Chinese. Yes, The Chinese.
Nigeria: So Much Anger In The Land! By Robert Obioha
The Nigerian condition is fast becoming beyond prayers and redemption. It has defied all logic and solutions including dry fasting and intercessory incantations. It can be easily felt from the north to the south and from the east to the west. Everybody in Nigeria is angry over the general insecurity in the country dubbed the giant of Africa. Apart from the menace of the Boko Haram insurgents in the North-east and other isolated places, the murderous campaign of Fulani herdsmen across the country has caused much pain and anguish in the land to the extent that a former Defence Chief, Lt. Gen. Theophilus Danjuma (retd), has urged victims of such mindless attacks to defend themselves.
He said the security agents could no longer defend them. If Danjuma can ask Nigerians to defend themselves, then something is fundamentally wrong with our security systems. And if all Nigerians take up arms to defend themselves, there will be anarchy. Is the government ready to confront such anarchy? What has been officially described as herders/farmers clash is fast metamorphosing into a huge theatre of warfare and the Federal Government is handling the matter with kid gloves. The government is behaving as if there is no cause to worry when the danger signals are already everywhere.
The government has not come up with measures to tame the marauding herdsmen. Government has not deemed it fit to disarm the killers that mask themselves as Fulani herdsmen. The government has not designated them terrorists as it hurriedly did to the Indigenous People of Biafra (IPOB).
The government has refused to use operation python dance or whatever code name to decimate the Fulani herdsmen as did to members of unarmed IPOB members in Abia State. This injustice and double standard is happening in one country under one law and under the watch of a government that lay claim to change.
Add this to the anger expressed recently by the Catholic Bishop of Sokoto Diocese, Most Rev. Matthew Hassan Kukah, over the violence and killings of Christians in Southern Kaduna, during the burial ceremony of the late Bishop Joseph Danlami Bagobiri, Bishop of the Diocese of Kafanchan on March 15, 2018. Bishop Kukah is not happy with the religious and ethnic divisions in his home state, Kaduna, ostensibly induced by Governor Nasir El-Rufai administration.
The story of Southern Kaduna reflects the story of power and even social relations between the North and South of Nigeria to a large extent. Kukah did not say anything new. He said what is already in the public domain. What is new is the language used to express his bottled-up anger against the Kaduna and Northern establishments and even the courage to speak truth to power using the funeral mass homily to do so.
There is anger over the politics of abductions and dramatic return of Dapchi schoolgirls and non-release of Leah Sharibu, the only Christian girl among the abducted on account of her faith and refusal to denounce it. That Sharibu was not released because she refused to be converted to Islam should worry the government. With the non-release of Sharibu due to her Christian faith, the country is gradually being dragged into a sectarian crisis of immense proportion.
I hope our leaders know the import of not allowing Leah Sharibu regain her freedom because of her faith. Those that negotiated the release of the 104 girls without Sharibu must do something to get her released forthwith. Leah Sharibu is a hero of sorts for keeping to her faith. She is a symbol of the Christian faith for refusing to deny Christ and the Cross. Let Christians all over the world rise in defence of the religious and human rights of Leah Sharibu.
The government that negotiated for the quick release of Dapchi girls after one month in captivity must also seek for the release of the remaining Chibok girls who have spent years in captivity. The celebration over the release of Dapchi girls and the accompanying photo shows in Abuja and other places are unnecessary distractions and politicization of human misery.
What is happening in Nigeria reminds me of Igbo myths and folktales. It appears that all the animal stories I have enjoyed as a child had the present Nigerian political characters in them. Some of the actions of our current political actors can be rightly located in some Nollywood films. Even some actions of the government can be interpreted from the mood and conceptions of Nollywood movies. That is why some members of the opposition read Nollywood in the dramatic Dapchi episode.
Poverty is another major cause of anger in the land. Nigeria is blessed with plenty material and human resources. Nigeria is blessed with oil and gas as well as other minerals. With plenty petrol-dollar in our purse, more than 70 percent of the population still live below $1 dollar per day. The rising unemployment in the country, especially youth unemployment is adding to the anger in the land. The saying ‘a hungry man is an angry man’ has found a practical expression in Nigeria. When such angry mob visit, they maim, rape and plunder and cause more human misery. The anger of poverty is fueling insurgency, kidnapping, armed robbery, militancy, political agitations and even herdsmen menace blamed on desert encroachment and lack of green pastures.
The unbridled endorsement of candidates over the 2019 general elections, mostly based on selfish motives, is causing anger in most parts of the country. Even the endorsement in the ruling party is causing some divisions already. Such endorsements in Imo, Abia, Ekiti, Osun are tearing friends and party members apart. With these endorsements from left, right and centre across the country, the road to 2019 is fraught with palpable fears and dangers. It is going to be ‘a do or die’ politics again.
Let the Federal Government address the many causes of anger in the land, especially those caused by herdsmen menace, poverty, religious and ethnic violence. Government must ensure the security and welfare of all Nigerians. Endorsement of candidates for the 2019 polls should not replace actual governance. The current obsession with endorsements by some political actors across the country is uncalled for. It is unnecessary distraction. Above all, the visible path to a peaceful Nigeria is restructuring.
*Mr. Obiora is the Chairman of the Editorial Board of the SUN newspapers