How would Oyo state remember Abiola Ajimobi? By Olawoyin Oladehinde

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I saw Ajimobi only once before his death last month, at the grand finale of his 2011 guber campaign in Mapo Hall. In that election, he was ultimately the shoo-in because every politically conscious citizen of Oyo State had had enough of the brigandage, thuggery and killings in the State at the time. We needed a breath of fresh air, and the urbane, suave, well-traveled, educated, outspoken, and intelligent Abiola Ajimobi represented that dream. The ‘Ibadan Parapo’ alliance, the elite conspiracy, and the self-inflicted “Royal rumble” that eventually nailed Alao-Akala’s fate at the polls, only came to accentuate the dominant mood of the people. Ajimobi would go ahead to win a second term in office, making a mess of the myth that no governor enjoys such luxury in Oyo State, and that Ibadan does not serve anyone twice (Ibadan e sin’yan l’eemeji). He was christened “Koseleri”.
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But I consider the years between 2011 and 2015 as Ajimobi’s most productive years as governor. For one, within the period, Oyo State had, perhaps, some of its most brilliant minds in public offices, and a number of notable projects were delivered across the State, warts and all. I remember now that shortly after the 2011 elections, too many bridges collapsed in different parts of the State, including the one at Apete, where we dwelled as Polytechnic Ibadan students. The government would go ahead to fix the bridges, including the one at the flooded section of the Awolowo-Secretariat Road, which reportedly claimed lives and was a nightmare for residents in the years prior. Apart from bridges, he did quite well in road construction across parts of the State, too.
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In those years, there was also a strategic, conscious attempt to ‘intellectualise’ and bring decency into the entire governance architecture in the State, as seen in the numerous lectures that the governor delivered in universities across Nigeria and beyond. Today, those steps may appear tokenish, inconsequential even, but I was particularly proud of those moments. For a State notorious for thuggery and “Amala and Gbegiri politics” at the time, those who care about optics and its import in governance and development would acknowledge that it was an all-important step that changed the face of governance in the State.
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The promise of the years after 2015 was marred by a number of factors, notably Ajimobi’s own metamorphosis and complete descent into the dirty waters of partisan politics. And governance suffered for it. In the years that followed, all of these would snowball into administrative lethargy, worsened by the ripple effects of the divisive politics of 2015 and battle for the soul of the Oyo APC ahead of 2019, the economic recession that affected revenue and slowed growth, and, of course, Ajimobi’s descent into the pit of megalomania. It is then no surprise that all incidents cited by those who would rather have the late governor’s legacy ‘cancelled’ occurred within these years: The Olubadan chieftaincy kerfuffle; the occasions he brought avoidable criticisms upon himself with his trademark loquacity; the needless grandstanding and shouting match he had with LAUTECH students; the Yinka Ayefele Music House debacle and its needless drama, etc.
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When you add all of these to the pains of those who suffered unpaid pension arrears and civil servants who lived in penury without payments in the autumn of his second tenure, you have that lethal weapon with which Ajimobi’s traducers could malign him to no end, and, to some degree, justifiably so.
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But it’s equally important to point out that, in a country where emotions easily trump logic, the issues were treated largely with emotionalism. While it remains indisputable that Ajimobi could and should have handled the concerns better, a careful dissection of the issues may come with the realisation that the problems were way deeper than they appeared on the surface. For instance, the Olubadan chieftaincy affair was a well-intentioned reform messed up by a controversial tactic and poor communication; the Ayefele debacle ought to have begun the way it eventually ended, after both parties had been locked in a needless war of ego; and the jury is out on the LAUTECH debacle and what it would take to indeed fix the rot in that school, beyond empty sloganeering.
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When the government’s revenues plummeted, the concerns around institutional rot in hospitals, as well as the (teachers’) salary/pension conundrum, were, for me, the true test of Ajimobi’s progressive credentials. And there, he delivered below par. I agree that the dilemma wasn’t as simplistic as it appeared, but he could have struck a better bargain.
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It occurs to me that Ajimobi did not succeed in freeing himself from the cocoon of his immediate reality of abundance and wealth. Hence, he failed to genuinely re-connect with our peoples’ own reality of poverty and want. Yes, he grew up striving and he even washed dead bodies abroad, but he toiled and found wealth, spending the most part of his life in luxury. The danger about luxury is that, sometimes, it blurs the line between your own reality and that of the ‘other’. This inability to re-connect with peoples’ ‘other’ reality, this elitist approach to decision making, is perhaps a plausible explanation for some of his policy failures, especially with regard to the conundrum around the payment of salaries and pensions. And it’s quite a violent irony that the man who ruled Oyo State for eight years died in a Lagos hospital, some 300 kilometres away from Ibadan, while the health infrastructure in the State that he governed had rot away.

In terms of fidelity to the principles of openness and transparency in finances, to my mind, Ajimobi ranked rather poorly. He ran a government that was at best evasive, and at worst, opaque.

Ajimobi was as blunt as he was courageous, a strength that even his worst traducers would easily acknowledge. Everything he achieved in Oyo State’s deeply conservative environment was due to his uncommon courage, an asset with which I believe he could have done much more than he did, especially in terms of human capital development. The man once said that he grew up talking himself out of trouble. In a way, his courage was borne out of loquacity, and it was evident in how he approached issues, from the immensely transformative urban renewal initiative of the early years, through to dealing with the nuisance of the National Union of Road Transport Workers (NURTW), the security challenges faced and, ultimately, the Olubadan Chieftaincy affair. But like a literary ‘hero’, what appeared to be his strength was also his major albatross: loquacity. This was as much an advantage, as much as it was a tragic flaw. And he was every reporter’s delight, no doubt.

When he died in June, peoples’ opinions were sharply divided into two radically contrasting extremes: An extremist demonisation and emotive beatification. There was no middle ground. It was as though it was a crime to stand in the midriff of history, dissecting his legacies from a chaos of narratives, highlighting the strengths and weaknesses. Yet, legacy needs not be uni-directionally absolute before it could be considered representative of actual reality. For, the human legacy is too complex, too chaotic, too fluid, to be couched in absolutism. In the case of a public office holder, the complexities become even more problematic.
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And so, to talk about Ajimobi’s legacy is to
delve into a chaos of narratives – the excellent, the good, the bad, and the abysmal. From the young undergraduate (of LAUTECH) who escaped being tear-gassed at the Secretariat, to the Okada rider in Apete who now enjoys his trip to Ijokodo after the government fixed the Apete bridge, to the old pensioner in Iyaganku who wept for years without being paid, to the innocent resident of Iwo Road who lived safely in his neighbourhood without the spectre of guns and bullets – Oyo State people all have valid stories to tell, and none would cancel the other.
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For me, Ajimobi remains Oyo State’s gutsiest governor of this republic, who indeed left his footprints on the sand of time but, with his uncommon courage, could have delivered much more than he did. Adieu.

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