Yakowa; the symphony continues long after the music
Two years ago the nation went to sleep with a gloomy picture of the lost of five lives in an ill-fated chopper crash in the creeks of Bayelsa State; the home state of President Goodluck Jonathan after honouring an invitation to witness a funeral ceremony of Chief Oronto Douglas’ father.
General Patrick Iwoye Azazi; immediate past National Security Adviser (NSA), Sir Patrick Ibrahim Yakowa; the Executive Governor of Kaduna State, two young, promising and audacious officer Pilots of the Nigerian Navy and Azazi’s Orderly; a Warrant Officer. Lives that have left holes in many hearts which only time would heal.
Governor Patrick Ibrahim Yakowa meant different things to different people across the nation and beyond. But what is not of any disagreement is the fact that the man has scored many firsts all culminating in tragically, his been the first sitting governor in Nigeria to die in a plane crash at a time his reputation was on the rise considering the dynamics or leading an heterogeneous state of Kaduna’s statue.
Yakowa was the first civilian Minister long after General Y. Y. Kure from the southern part of Kaduna State. He was Commissioner, Secretary to the State Government (SSG), Deputy Governor (twice) and later Governor. The first and only Southern Kaduna person and the only Christian elected Governor of Kaduna State.
The man was passionate about the growth and development, peace and Unity, and the security of Kaduna State. Yakowa never believed in holding grudges. He never believed in taking prisoners. He never believed in “it cannot be done”. He had no official time different from private time. He blunt all fault lines. He commonised the office of the Governor such that he was accessible to all sorts of people. He was, like his pet name, Nakowa (belonging to all). He was never for his family; his family was almost all of Kaduna State and beyond.
I know you would question some of the things you read here. But anyone who worked closely with Yakowa or had the privilege of close contact with him would attest to these issues. Though he was human and fallible. He, like any other human, had his shortcomings too.
Yakowa always say to those who care to listen that; “those who say certain things about you either do so out of lack of knowledge about your person or out of mischief. Either way, don’t blame them, but draw them closer to you to see reasons with you”. And that is why today, most of the people who never gave him a chance, those who “canonised” him, and those who threw opprobrium at him are the ones who mourn him the most today.
Pre-2011 elections and before the post election crisis, Yakowa toured the nooks and crannies of the 23 Local Government Areas of the state. As part of that trip and a journalist covering the Government House, I can attest that there was hardly a major settlement we went that he would not ask after one old man or woman who “we have worked together before”. It was nostalgic in some places where the people he called their names were either late or the people were too old to come out or they had moved to another settlement. And it was this that led to the coinage; “not Patrick but Ibrahim Yakowa Nakowa” in most Muslim and Hausa/Fulani speaking communities. This was even taken a notch higher in Birnin Gwari where he reportedly started life as District Officer (D.O) at a very young age.
Yakowa it was who resumed office as early as 5 : 30 am and would come out to say “you are dismissed for the day” to his aides and security details, only to return to his tables for more work as late as you could imagine. Out on the field, you could be commissioning or inspecting projects as late as early hours of the night with the man.
Yakowa it was who would grab your hand in a friendly manner with smiles on his face to the admiration of onlookers, take you behind a closed door and tongue lashed you for any wrong he felt you have done. He would place his hand on your shoulder, open the door and give you a pat on the shoulder dismissally. Onlookers would think otherwise of what you went through in there. Many of his aides would confess that any day Yakowa tell you “well done”, you would feel like the world is handed to you as he rarely said that because he was a stickler for excellence as an old technocrat.
He was a workaholic and was so much in a hurry to accomplish so much for Kaduna as if he knew he was racing against time. This could be seen in his determination of the flagging off of the 33 road projects across the state few days before his demise. The foundation laying ceremony of the upgrading of Barau Dikko Specialist Hospital to a Teaching Hospital for the state university (KASU); which incidentally was his last official public function 24 hours before his death. The speed with which he insisted on the completion of the fourth bridge road linking Unguwan Rimi with NNPC junction among several others. This earned him the epithet “agogo sarkin aiki” (the non-stop ticking clock). Many wondered about his energy and sharp intellect. He recalled names, dates and figures with ease. He made allusion to historical facts and made comparison in ways that wowed many.
As Governor, Yakowa would board his vehicle and go visit family friends leaving the security details to scamper after him. In Abuja, Yakowa would get into a car with his son; Jatau as the driver and go visiting old friends. This has brought him on collision course with his security details who frowned at such acts. Once, his Chief Security Officer tried aborting such outing and he predictably told the guy “you think you can protect me. The day the Lord would recall me none of you can protect me”. And so it came to pass.
On official duty and in the most outpouring of crowds, Yakowa would overrule his security detail or protocol officer to have audience with the person you least expect would have his attention. He would eat and drink where officialdom would frown at. He would visit a place where you never expected he would be.
But above all, and which many used to criticise him, was the fact that Yakowa can come down to your level and have a chit-chart with you. But never expect him to fill your pocket as many politicians are won’t to do. Many saw this as a shortcoming. Yakowa was not generous with money.
Today many things are being said about him; most of which are not true. But typical of humans, especially since the dead cannot speak or defend any accusation, they go unanswered. Again, many tantrums are being thrown at Governor Muhktar Ramalan Yero which reminds one of similar ones Yakowa suffered in his early days as Governor and the first one and half years in office. But like stated earlier, those who insulted and rejected him the most are the ones who today, mourn his absence the most.
But you may not even blame some of them for they said they have their reasons; justified or not. You have those who purportedly schemed to have Architect Muhammed Namadi Sambo nominated to be Vice President which paved way for Yakowa to be Governor; as attested to by Bishop Mathew Hassan Kukah in his homily at Yakowa’s funeral in Fadan Kagoma. On coming to power, Yakowa, instead of “rolling” with those sets of people rather distanced them from the power cauldron and drew those who never and were seen not to be adding any value to their communities closer. These and some other reasons they said resulted in their opposition to him.
Again, most of those who were his protégés and benefited immensely materially from the man, especially those from his zone, never extended same to those back home or to the younger generations from their clans or communities. And of cause, wrongly so, there are those who expected him to have played the ethnic and religious card; up-turning everything in their favour to the detriment of others. Because he refused, they pronounced guilty as charged.
Those who said he was a non performing Governor are the same accusing his successor; Governor Yero of abandoning his legacies. Those who called him the adopted son of Emir of Zazzau then are the ones who today blew his trumpet as their extinguished light and late father, uncle and son. Those who wished him gone then, are the ones who wished him to be around today. In the words of David Hume “I am dying as fast as my enemies could wish and as cheerfully as my friends could desire”. This summarised the life of the man Yakowa. He is celebrated in death than alive.
The greatest challenge Yakowa faced was first the post election crisis, especially the mass murder in once peaceful and harmonious Zonkwa. Then followed the insurgents with detonation of improvised explosive devices (IEDs) which culminated in attacks on communities starting with Birnin Gwari and became deadly in the southern parts of the state. How all these were managed remain subjects for posterity to judge.
And as if having the power of claivoyancy, the incumbent Governor of River State Rotimi Chibuike Amaechi at the funeral of Yakowa in Fadan Kagoma on 22nd December, 2012 where the whole nation was represented, told Mrs Amina Yakowa and the children that after laying their patriarch to rest, then they would know the true friends of the family. Today, Mrs Yakowa don’t just know the true friends of the family, she is being abandoned by many who made her house their abode when Yakowa was alive and in power just two years after. Today she know those who are actually Janus.
Today, from Malali to Rigasa, from Sabon Tasha to Rigachukwu, from Yakawada to Sanga, from Birnin Gwari to Saminaka the symphony of Yakowa’s melody continues long after the music has stopped. Two years after his demise, many still bear the violin, the harp, with the name Yakowa boldly inscribed on it hoping to play his tunes to listening ears. But the lyrics are out of tune as the strings of the violin and harp have sagged.