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The Return of Martin Guerre

Monday, October 29th, 2007

            In 1560 a returning soldier Martin Guerre was sentenced to death in the French town of Rieux, in south west France. He was accused of murdering the real Martin Guerre and taking his identity, his family and his land as his own.  The man was thought to have changed so unrecognisably since his visit to southern Italy during the Italian wars, that the court claimed he was another person entirely. Writing about the case in his Essays (‘Les Boitteux’), the philosopher Montaigne, who was present at the trial in his role on the city council, ridiculed the court and the witnesses, asking how anyone could believe this stranger was Martin Guerre, reformed following his education in early Renaissance Italy, and called for an end to ignorance, prejudice and injustice. ‘Nothing is so supple and erratic as our understanding’. Whatever his real identity, the man claiming to be Martin Guerre was executed, and two international films, Le Retour de Martin Guerre, and Sommersby, starring Richard Gere and Jodi Foster, offer theories as to the truth of the story.

             There were many reasons why it was in the court’s interests to kill men like this intruder. At that time, France had broken away from the Roman church, and the spiritual guidance for the people, like everything else, was decided by the King. The Catholic Church drew the authority of its popes on a spiritual descendency from the first pope, the disciple Peter, the Rock of Christ. With this link broken, the French catholics, it seemed to some, had their fate decided by the whim of the ruler. And this ruler, Montaigne’s friend La Boetie had claimed, was a despot, bringing nothing but poverty and ruin upon the people.Indeed, La Boetie and Montaigne set about establishing the first truly democratic governance in France, inspired by the Italian republics. They ran the city of Bordeaux as elected councillors, and believed fervently in the rule of the people, although at the time this only meant the men from the landowning class, and the rule of law. La Boetie wrote his famous paper ‘On Voluntary Servitude’ or ‘Against The One Ruler’, calling out for an end to passivity and claiming that the duty of free men was to defend their towns against the tyrant, as he called the king.  Such was the power of this text, that it was cited in the new free African states during decolonisalisation, and is still studied today as an epithet of freedom and just rule. The city of Bordeaux itself was so well and justly ruled, that tourists visit the house of La Boetie in Sarlat to this day in celebration of the will to democracy so passionately expressed by this young man.

At the time Martin Guerre went for a soldier however, the world was far from democratic and far from safe. Europe suffered continuing droughts year after year, crops withered and populations starved. Diseases were rampant, including smallpox which, if it didn’t kill you, left you scarred with terrible facial blemishes. So serious did the outbreaks of smallpox become, that the economy was at risk because rich families were unable to marry their pockmarked daughters and form strong monetary unions with other wealthy families.  A vaccine had been developed, but it was not allowed in France. The Church’s view was that this was the Will of God, and should not be interfered with.  Similarly if the Lord didn’t make it rain, the people had to starve in penance.

                       Fresh back from Italy, with its new ideas, many taken from the invading Moors, men like Martin Guerre had some answers. With his pockets full of the soldier’s pay, he invested in farm materials and introduced cropshare and irrigation methods. His lands began to prosper. He and other modern liberal newly-wealthy land-owning citizens would be elected onto the powerful new council, and the old order, ruled by the parasitic aristocracy, was under threat. Ordinary citizens however, could not rule the courts. There were no juries, no defense lawyers, no education of defendants to understand what was being conspired against them, and enemies of the state could be destroyed with impunity. Only Montaigne’s voice echoing through the centuries remains to defend them.                     There were many such cases. In the same year as Martin Guerre, a man was tried and found guilty of the murder of his wife and daughter, who had disappeared some weeks before. He was sentenced to death by the Lord of the Manor, who presided as judge. While awaiting his execution however, his wife and daughter reappeared - they had been in the neighbouring village looking after her sick mother. But the court had ruled, and the execution was carried out, with the so-called victims of the murder looking on! Montaigne’s objections were ignored.

               Europe in the Middle Ages changed following the burgeoning of Renaissance thought, which put man at the centre of the universe, and declared that the One ruler was unacceptable: the people should rule themselves. Eventually this enabled industrial and economical development, education, equality in the domain of health and social mobility. No longer are people shackled by their origins, or held back for their lack of connections. A meritocracy, ruled by those who deserve it, ensures that some of those with special abilities, intellect and talents, rise to the top of society and form governments and leadership in society. As society becomes more complex and difficult, the educational standards rise and rise, enabling people to consider and control their own destiny. Of course there are still problems in Europe. Corruption in government is not unknown, but when it is discovered the individuals concerned are treated as common criminals, and the rule of law prevails. Poverty exists, but so do many state financed programmes to address it, and it is poverty which can be crawled away from, and in which you are still supported in health, housing, basic income and schooling. Martin Guerre today would be welcomed home with his new ideas.

                            Studying the development of Europe enables us to ask questions back home. Where in this spectrum does Nigeria stand? Does the rule of law form the basis of Nigerian society, and are the police actively challenging those suspected of corruption, of feathering their nest at the expense of the people and of the towns?  People speak about progress and about Nigeria becoming a great nation, but we need to ask wider or perhaps deeper questions about how we want Nigeria to develop. It seems certain that this much hoped-for future must be built on the solid foundation of justice and equality.  Those who have the spark of genius within them should be encouraged to rise in government, so that the nations’ resources can be directed towards benefiting the many, and not be siphoned away by unscruplous individuals. Every citizen should feel confident that, if they do their best and do right, their nation will do right by them. The aristocrats of Bordeaux, who once condemned innocent men to death for trying to improve society, became extinct, themselves tried by the new peoples’ juries of the Revolution. People  can see what is wrong and what stands in the way of progress, but until individuals begin to take responsibility for the underlying beliefs of the nation, Nigeria will not be able to go forward and will remain in a kind of dark age.

                      Education is the key, and education is rarely provided by the ruling class to the poorer and weaker members of society, because education, they know, will make the people free. The new enlightened middle classes in France and Britain began to make schools based on the belief that all men are equal and have great potential. They taught poor children to read and write, and to dream. The newly educated determined an end to slavery and to poverty. They formed schools, built drains to ensure public health in the inner cities, built railways so that the poor could travel round the country. Each worker contributing to this great new world reaped the benefit, and so felt his contribution worthwhile. The community spirit of the founders of the new liberal age remains within the collective mind even in this time of financial greed, and enables people to work together, to combat today’s issues and begin to establish new solutions to contemporary challenges. People have diverse skills and abilities, different educations, but all feel that they have a stake in their society, that it belongs to them.  

            And it began in one small town in south west France, with two friends La Boetie who died young, and Montaigne who spent the rest of his life writing letters which spoke out across Europe and across the ages, to bring light to the oppressed and hope to the powerless, and which led to freedom, equality, justice and the rule of law.

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Jill Rees

27 October 2007

Abuja

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Report from Abuja Nigeria

Monday, October 29th, 2007

  Every Sunday the Abuja District meet for chanting and other activities. This morning 11 members and 5 guests chanted for 1 hour, then slow gongyo as some members are quite new to gongyo, then the 2nd part of our study of the meaning of Nam Myoho Renge Kyo given by the incredibly clear Gody, who has been practising for many many years, some in the US. We sang a strange song called The Power of the Gohonzon, Do your Chantin’, Do your Gongyo, Nam Myoho Renge Kyo for ever, and so on.We had bananas and nuts, which is the tradition here and I must say a lot healthier than jaffa cakes.

Some of the guests had studied Buddhism for a while and decided to start to practise. The others stayed on for chorus. We found a song in Efi, one of the African languages, and bizarrely or not, one of the guests was an Efi speaker who helped us understand the meaning. As resident poet, I translated it into singable English. Another guest, a young man, used his experience in Church choir to help with the arrangements, and Princess Omo my new friend who we bumped into at a swimming pool the first week when we had a meeting with Dr Afolabi the Head of SGI Nigeria, just boogied and enjoyed it a lot. We’re going to perform it at next week’s meeting. Then we planned for our Song of Nigeria, of course For The Sake of Peace. First I read the words and blubbed as usual because it moves me so much, then we  listend a couple of times to the DVD which came with AOL, then learned it. You know it’s really hard to sing, very high and very low, so we had guidance on inspiring and motivating the audience as well as ourselves. I told Rees’ story about the song at Trets at New Year. We plan to translate the title into lots of languages including some African languages, and sing it at the Nigeria AGM in 3 weeks time. Then at New Year the children (did I mention our 4 Dove Division members?) will do the fade out at the end. It’ll be lovely. I promised to report about this song to A Certain Person in Somerset.

We are doing lots of Study, which has been lacking here, and next week I’m giving the Gosho study on Happiness in this World of course - frightening as I’ve never done study on my own before. We in education division are preparing the first study exam here, which is more or less the English one, and the Core Study group we’re forming is to take the exam on November 18th same as you guys. In Lagos. By we I mean myself and Bob and Stephanie Tansey of the Soka Educators International Forum. They are mystically here with me in Abuja having made the cause to be together in previous lifetimes as well as at the local Chinese in Penel Orlieu Bridgwater two years ago when they visited. Some of you were there. They send their love. The SEIN AGM is online this week, if you’re interested let me know.

I’m having the usual karmic excitements and once again my job is on the line due to a dramatic scandal in the House of Representatives of Nigeria. The Speaker is in the process of being kicked out for fraud, she took 65,000,000 naira to furnish her house which had only been done 1 year previously. I think this money was used to finance my school, as corruption is the norm here, and my boss the Honorable Wole Oke if you want to research it online is very close to her. They are from the same tribe down south. Tribal links really matter here. He is trying to become the speaker. Meanwhile, my salary has been held as well as the school funding, and the live wire from the generator is still dangling around the classrooms. They’re trying to threaten and bribe me into taking less money, being demoted and so on. I’m the only trained teacher here and the only expat, so if I go the project grinds to a halt. It is very difficult. I’m doing a 5×5 (five hours chantin’ a day for 5 days) to overcome my crapland karma and manifest the Pure Land, as it’s interfering with my mission now. tomorrow Monday at 2pm is the big meeting, anyone who has time to chant please do so, for me and also for education in Nigeria.

Meanwhile I want to ask anyone who has textbooks, reading books for young people and babies, or educatinal toys they are chucking out to consider taking them to Rees to send on to me as resources are very very limited here and we are unable at the moment to order some for the little kids we have.  Education is very much below the UK levels here, although the parents and children really value it. It’s very exciting and like the 50s where ordinary people really tried to become educated and raise their opportunities. We aim to educate really well including critical thinking, in fact I’m going to tout after school criti thinkiing around Abuja in other schools to help develop their minds. Our children are starving for books to read, and delighted when you find some for them.

Also if it’s not too much, if you have accidentally bought 2 copies of anything on Buddhism from Taplow, or have any spare butsugu or Buddhist paraphenalia, really they have nothing here, we’re providing as much as we can and using the net, but should you be able to spare anything it would really be appreciated and would help kosen rufu in Nigeria tremendously.

The editor of the local intelligent rag has commissioned an article from me which I’m still finishing, so I’ll meet with him this week. I’ve put stuff on my website but haven’t had time, also there’s no broadband here yet, and can you remember what it was like before broadband? So bear with me, but check it out if you like http://www.jillrees.com/

Otherwise I’m STILL in a hotel as my appartment isn’t built but thinking of finding a cheap house in a nearby village perhaps, will go and see it this week. I have to have security for obvious reasons. (White) Everyone including locals has secure walls and gates and hires security guards for 20,000 naira a month. Tip them or the gate will start to mysteriously stick. I’m driving a Chevy around ha ha, have joined the gym and otherwise made good friends, met some expats and boy are they wierd and drunken in part, been on a sponsored walk for an orphanage, met an American diplomat whose armoured car got smashed up when he was fishing and had broken down on the side of the road in Abuja, not too secure, America, is it? VERY nice simple guy we had met at an Embassy party previously. Also spent Sat lunchtime with an Israeli spy! Very interesting account of various wars in Israel that he’d been in, has lived in Nigeria for 15 years. We had a good talk and it helped my article.

Also with Princess Omo we may be starting an online Mandela shirt business, and perhaps marketing African paintings online too.  Or I may be home soon, jobless and despondent. Depends on if the Gohonzon works or not - watch this space, or don’t bother if you already know and have no doubts!

REALLY missing you guys, thinking of you and I’d really appreciate your news and views. Love you ALL (Dame Edna?)  Keep well, Keep on Do your chantin’ Do your Gongyo, Nam Myoho Renge Kyo, for ever………………..clap clap clap

Jill

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Drama in the House of Representatives of Nigeria

Monday, October 29th, 2007

Everyone I have met here in Abuja says the same thing, Nigeria could be a great country if it wasn’t for the corruption. From ‘bunkering’, or siphoning off huge amounts of the oil in the Delta region, to bribes and fraud in government organisations, and even the demands for small ‘tips’ by workers, corruption seems to be universal in Nigeria.

If development occurs through the use of capital, will Nigeria ever develop? The sums of money needed for investment are taken at source by wealth-storing individuals. The locals say there’s only one reason to go into politics here, and that’s to collect large sums of money. To gain even the right to stand for a seat, or a promotion within government bodies, bribes are the norm. When questionned, people shrug and say, ‘That’s the way it’s done in Nigeria’. They have been in the sewer for so long they think it smells sweet.

So it has been these past weeks with the case of Mrs Etteh, the speaker of the House of Representatives. She is charged with taking public money to ‘renovate’ her mansion, which had been newly decorated only a year before. The case goes on and on, and governing the country has come to a halt, with spending blocked until the case is decided.

Imagine the scene on Thursday 18th October last week. The two sides of the House were vehemently arguing whether to support Mrs Etteh or to forcefully remove her from her post. Previous cases were cited on both sides, and the representatives were standing and yelling across the floor. Opponents blocked the Speaker from reaching her seat. Mrs Etteh herself was said to look confused and frightened. The memory of the punch-up which had occured only a few weeks previously re-emerged as the arguments heated up. It seemed the decision to oust Mrs Etteh was near. With her disappearance, it was rumoured, the huge incomes of many of her close associates would dry up, for the Speaker holds the key to the safe.

Suddenly there is a commotion. The members to one side begin to cluster around someone. Silence descends on the melais. Incredibly, a long-standing, much respected and loved member of the House, the Honorable Dr Safana, has collapsed and is dying. In the ensuing tumult, with members of the House openly weeping,Safana was rushed to the National Hospital. Within the hour, Mrs Etteh’s most respected supporter was dead. On the streets, people muttered that it was a convenient ‘natural’ death. Once again, proceedings were delayed. Since Safana was a Muslim, the House was suspended as members attended his funeral the next day. His family collected the body immediately, and did not allow a post-mortem. The doctor at the hospital who tried to save him believed he died of a heart attack, but his usual doctor was not on duty that day, and the cause of death can’t be confirmed. Back in the Chambers, Representatives were openly cursing Mrs Etteh, her supporters gathered protectively around her.

Because corruption is allegedly so widespread, the problem for the House is that, with so many perhaps benefitting from whatever scullduggery has been going on with Mrs Etteh and her faithful, instead of determining to get to the bottom of the case, the emphasis is on moving on quickly, and in such a way as to continue to benefit as before. Thus the issue of the successor is the main focus of decision-making.

Again on Tuesday, Mrs Etteh’s fate will be discussed. Older members with heart problems need to be careful that day. If the Speaker remains in office, she will preside over her own fraud case, leading to even less credibility in the House. But in Nigeria, where so little faith in their government’s integrity is held, does it even matter to people whether corruption rules the nation, or which corrupt politician is in power?

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© Jill Rees

Abuja Nigeria

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Hi From Home

Friday, October 26th, 2007

Just off to Burnham for discussion meeting!

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my car

Friday, October 26th, 2007

my car                                                                                                    

Jill at Wuse market  

 

 fine African cows with Falinge herdsboy, Gwarimpa Abuja near the school  

 

 

 

sunset over Abuja

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Dr Lawson says ………..

Friday, October 26th, 2007

  Dr Lawson says that you have to tell Nigerians what to do all the time. They are nice to you when you first arrive, but soon you find that you tell them to do something, but they don’t do it. Then you start to shout, and they will do it the one time but not the next day, then you shout some more and threaten them, and they might do it for three days, then they stop, thinking you have forgotten.  This is exactly what I’ve found at work. every morning I have to go and tell the guy to turn the generator on for the electric. Somehow he can never remember to do it the next day.   The driver and his two unemployed friends have been taking the car and today they bashed it up. They repaired it, but I’ve taken the keys and am driving myself. Fed up with it all.   Dr Lawson is the doctor at the Zankli hospital, where I’ve been for my medical insurance policy. He gave me a thorough check, with blood tests, the results which I got last Friday but he couldn’t see me as he had a national Methodist convention to organise. He was very excited. He studied in Liverpool and left just before the riots in ’84. I accused him of causing the riots and then running off. He laughed. A Nigerian with a sense of humour, perhaps he caught it in Liverpool.   I studied the results of my blood screen without any understanding and worried all weekend that I had cancer or liver failure. However I just had an infection  - the teeth again, and high cholesterol so he sent me to join the gym and to take antibiotics. The hospital was like a sixties one in the UK, but the blood vampire was very gentle. I’m a celeb here due to the colour of my skin so get the best treatment.   However this doesn’t change the situation at work and I’m beginning to regret coming here without a contract. Now I signed my covntract but the lawyer ran off with the copies and I haven’t had it back yet, or been paid my sterling money. The school resources still have not been oked and we decided at a meeting last week to start as a primary only. Two days after that decision, when we had already prepared loads of documents to attract parents, the consultant woman called round to tell me he didn’t want to pay me the agreed amount. I said I can’t take less and wish to be paid promptly. She advised me not to tell him that she’s warned me about it, so I immediately texted him. As well as having lost confidence that he is really able to start this project of a British school, the only plus he’s got being me! I’m really fed up with Nigerians and their incompetence, idiocy and scheming.   To make it worse, the expat group is mainly Dutch people with a couple of Canadians. I don’t mind the Canadians, but spent some time explaining to Stephanie why the Dutch are so troublesome. She said ‘What have they ever done to you?’. I said well they started slavery and then blamed us for it. Then their King took over our country, plus they can’t park properly. Bizarrely I already knew the organiser Daniel as I’d bumped into him at Fabio’s (the hairdresser for white hair) on Saturday. One of the girls commented on his cut that he looked beautiful, but by the time he turned round she’d gone out so he thought I’d said it and I was in his good books. He directed a reading of ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ for us. Everyone listened then politely took their leave. The coldness of Europeans always shocks when you’re in Africa and it’s what strikes you most when you return to Europe, as it appears incredibly rude compared to the warm friendliness of Africans.   Strangely I couldn’t remember how ‘The Importance of Breing Earnest‘ ended! To be a good reader you have to have a terrible memory.   On Saturday Stephanie and I dropped Bob off at Bodyline gym and went off to Dune’s shopping centre. Quite a lot of shops here are owned by Lebanese. I don’t know why - if anyone does please post. I said to the waiter how good it feels to be almost back home, as I ordered kebabs and salad. Then I realised how strange things have become, that I think of Lebanon as being like home whereas in the UK it would be an exotic and foreign culture! But here everything is really so different to Europe and even North Africa. It’s such an alien culture that you can’t work out how people’s minds are working, even when they seem to be doing familiar things.   I’ve learned that you have to offer money for every single thing. For example, I asked a guy who works on the grounds to carry some chairs, then he expected some payment even though he was already working for the place! Prajaktar my admin manager explained that she had been giving people bits of money since the beginning for little jobs, unknown to me.  Since then, when they bring my tea at the guesthouse, I tip accordiing to how fast they bring it. If they take an hour and a half, they get nothing, one hour is 50 naira, half an hour 100 naira, 20 minutes 200 naira. I explained this to them and I get the tea quicker now.  will also have to tip the doorman as he’s getting slower and slower at opening the gate. Every house here has security, a big wall with barbed wire, and iron gate with a security guy who opens it for the cars. If you’re white they don’t ask who you are as they assume you’re important. This all reflects the strict levels of status in this society, where everyone knows their place and it’s really hard to get out of the position you’re born into.

I should talk about African Big Brother, the Show Which Never Ends. The horrible guy Richard seems to be winning and he’s been leading everyone on and finally bedded the Nigerian girl Tatiana last night. I can’t bear it!!! We had to watch them sleep. It’s like Andy Warhol 24/7. I avoided it for ages but finally my sheer hatred of this Richard guy drew me in and now I have to watch in the hope he’ll be evicted

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Welsh Nigerian

Saturday, October 13th, 2007

I would advise anyone to practise Buddhism if they want to meet a Welshman in Nigeria, as it seems to work for me. While I’ve found a hotel, it’s quite grotty and shall we say the customer service skills are somewhat Nigerian. I pay 11,500 naira per night, which is supposed to include breakfast. I slept like a log the first night, and was surprised to be woken at 6.45 by room service, carrying a huge plate of chips. My first thought was that I’d slept through and Chatchei had sent over my supper, but the waiter told me it was my complimentary breakfast. I suggested coffee would be more appropriate and off he went, shaking his head. He returned with some nescafe and when I asked for the toast which was on the menu he said only the drink was included. Or chips, obviously.

Later I spoke with the receptionist who suggested he must have meant that there was no fresh bread that day, as definitely toast is included. So next day when he brought a pot of hot water and some Liptons tea bags, I told him about the toast. He shook his head but agreed to go and speak with the chef. After the tea was well brewed, he returned with some toast, saying it wasn’t included but his boss had told him to bring me some anyway in case I got angry.  Then I realised there was no butter or jam, but was too tired to argue any more.

I carried the tray down to the receptionist and showed her my dry toast. There was a heated debate among the various staff members who were there, but I managed to get them to agree to meet with the restaurant staff to agree a policy. Apparently I should get tea or coffee, toast with butter and jam. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.

Today I went shopping with Delita my new friend who is a Buddhist. She showed me all the shops that the Nigerians keep hidden in dark buildings with no adverts. To my surprise, you can actually find things to buy in Abuja. I called Stephanie with some information about where to buy paper, then proceeded to the shoe shop. I went to the market first, where I had bartered for two pairs of shoes, but more about Wuse market when I feel less culture shocked. The shoes were lovely and there’s a sale on so I bought a pair. Then on to clothes, two nice tops. They are twice the price of the UK because they’re imported and imported here doesn’t mean cheap of course but more expensive as the naira is poor to the pound. I tried to barter a bit but the shop girl said she was too scared of her Madame (boss) to take money off.

Delita then took me round for a pedicure. The women here really keep themselves nice and dress smartly, so a weekly manicure is a must. My total pedicure cost five pounds and was very good. I bought my own cuticle remover, because they’re not sterilised (actually there was no electricity as NEPA is the name of the company, or some other reason unknown to the rational mind). Luckily I did because she cut my toe to shreds. Nevertheless that cuticle is removed and my feet are like a baby’s bottom. Only with nail varnish.

Delita suggested I call Kunle to come and get us in the car while we ate our Shawama or Nigerian kebab. I suggested waiting as he’s very quick. After a while I texted him and within 2 minutes he was there. How? Apparently he’d been driving past at the time. He drove us to my hotel and Delita took us into a little cottage opposite with lovely rooms and each couple of rooms having a lounge with TV and breakfast area. The ornament were cute and it had that air of comfort. The restaurant was furnished with ethnic tables and chairs covered with carvings, I’ll post a photo when I get time, and a little garden. The owner, Mike, is half Welsh, half Nigerian. ‘You are welcome to eat yer,’ he said, ‘But I don’t do caul.’  His mother’s from Tregaron but lives in Kaduna, where he’s been visiting her as she’s very ill.  He offered us a glass of juice, complained about Nigeria for a bit, and found me a lovely room. The place is very homely, which you need if you’re in hotels for a while. The electricity was off, and his generator hadn’t been fixed from last time. He said he felt like refunding everyone’s money so they’d go away and he could sit on his own and cry. It made me feel right at home Elissa. By the way, how are they doing at the Assembly in Cardiff?

I decided to move in Tuesday, but when I returned to my hotel I couldn’t get in, as the electricity cuts had thrown the sliding doors out and they wouldn’t open wide enough to slide a body through. Other people were waiting indoors to get out. I said what would happen if there was a fire. ‘Oh we’ve got fire exits’. Well can we use the fire exits while you mend the doors? Eventually someone found the key to the fire exits and I got in. I decided to move tomorrow.

Then Kelly phoned and offered me a lift to the Buddhist meeting tomorrow. He’s a lovely man. His grandfather was adopted by an Irishman called Kelly who gave him and education and he took his name. a bit like Richard Burton. See we’re back in the valleys. Kelly’s an architect who started to practise Buddhism in the US where his wife still lives. A lot of couples here are separated by their jobs, and visit when they can. Your eyes are opened here, by the high quality of life and the assumption that they will live in luxury. Believe me, not all Africans are poor or live in mud huts.

So I’ve got some photos and will upload them when I am in my new new room in new new Wales. But Mike I am not eating the goats brains. Apparently that’s a Nigerian dish not a Welsh one.  Love to all, especially Ev who I can’t manage to get through to on the phone - you must be busy studying.

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Nigeria’s still here…..just!

Monday, October 8th, 2007

The boss sacked my driver the other day in a fit of pique, so I had to drive myself home. Got lost of course, then got petrol, then realised I didn’t have the 4,500naira to pay so had to call a friend to bail me out. then I drove up this nice looking avenue before noticing I was the only car there, oh and my car hasn’t been registered yet, so I drove out again. A policeman stopped me and said I’d just driven into the President’s driveway and he’d have to take me to jail. I told him how much I respeect their President and love Nigeria etc etc then quietly showed him my British passport, mentionning my benefactor who is in the House of Representatives, he hesitated while I slipped him some money, then let me go very politely, giving me directions home. Got lost again but luckily I saw the Great Mosque in the distance and headed that way. I like Islam now, my guiding star.

It’s nearly the end of Ramadan, and all the brave souls withering away with hunger are getting ready for Eid. As it is with the moon this might be Thursday or Friday depending which part of Nigeria you’re in, so there are 2 public holidays Hurrah. Really keen on Islam now!!! I’ll try to take the time to upload photos and write my article at the weekend. I finally persuaded my boss to get my lovely driver back.

This evening two fellows turned up at my hotel room saying they had been instructed by my benefactor to take me to a cheaper hotel. Nobody told me, so I sent them away, saying I had to get confirmation. I couldn’t get in touch with the boss so called Chatchei. She thought it very suspicious, and I called my friend at the Embassy and asked him to check on me, then called hotel security. It was my friend Mr Chike who was very concerned and promised to take care of me. Anyway I got scared then and couldn’t eat all my egosi soup. Finally my benefactor called Chatchei to say it was him. He doesn’t call me cos his accent is so strong I don’t understand him and he can’t understand me either.

Don’t worry Mum kidnappings don’t happen here in Abuja, I was being extra cautious though.

Apart from these adventures school life continues to be…………challenging. Gradually it’s getting sorted, the electricity’s on most of the time and we’ve got a computer. I met with the project manager today and I’m beginning to change the culture so that they tell me what’s going on, instead of just telling me not to worry! Today the plumber came to check that we had water without being asked. Of course it’s important to be approachable, they’re so used to being treated badly and rudely that normally they try to stay out of the boss’ way.  There’s a lot to break through here in terms of humanism.

Stephanie just phoned and we discussed how critical thinking and strategic plannang aren’t in the culture here. I think that the corruption at the top is the cause, it’s in their interests to have disorganised and divided workforces, so they can scavenge the cream off the top of the milk for themselves. As I am frustrated by this, so are most of the Nigerians I meet. It’s very hard to put a stop to corruption at the top of society. Most Nigerians I think would pinpoint this as the main problem in Nigeria, which should be a very rich lovely country from its natural resources and calibre of its people. Anyway it’s late now so I’m leaving it. Hope you enjoyed the stories!

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Hello mother!

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

i forgot to attach the pic of George so i will (hopefully) put one on here…

love alice

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Nigeria Money Transfers etc

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007

Jill.

Try this first. The guy in HSBC International said they don’t have branches OR PARTNERS in Nigeria, which I said was a bit odd seeing as how they are sat on a lake of oil. He said it was because of sanctions or something. I’ve checked on the net. It seems to be the case. There ARE lots of mentions about an alliance between HSBC and First Bank Nigeria about a partnership to manage £36 billion of assets from oil but no personal banking agreements.

You could try this to see what it’s about. It first seems dodgy but then again, it looks like it may be okay and a child of the country.

HSBC offshore is based in Jersey. You need £5000 to open an account and have to be in credit by £25000 or else there’s a £20 per month fee. However, having an offshore bank is no good if you can’t get money to Nigeria…

This is a list of all the banks in Nigeria, as is this.

I have a number to phone during normal working hours.  I’ll do that tomorrow.  It’s 0207 991 7278.


Tomorrow here. Still not much help from HSBC. I basically got a confirmation that HSBC aren’t in Nigeria and they do not have any partner banks.
To transfer money the guy suggested Western Union, but we knew that anyway.

Rees

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