The Veterans, the Novice & the Jargons of Nigerian Journalism —Osoba’s memoir

The Journalist-Politician Aremo Olusegun Osoba with Ali Baba

History will of
course also pronounce its judgment on the role that my generation played during
those dark, uncertain days. Did our writings help to worsen the crisis? Did we
by acts of omission or commission help wreak the havoc that came to a head on
that day of reckoning, on January 15, 1966? Or was it
Our inescapable
destiny to be helpless witnesses to wounds inflicted by the newness and
inexperience of our young nation?

 I for one know, following years of looking
back and ruminating over the events of that period that we were inexperienced.
Our hearts may have been in the right place, but our heads? Not always. I did
not set out in a deliberate fashion to become a columnist.
It started when
I was quite unexpectedly appointed the editor of the Sunday Times. In
the beginning I had only one permanent staff to assist me. We were later joined
by a third staff. Even so it was a headache trying to find enough material to
fill the sixteen, sometimes twenty-four pages every week.

Veteran Tony Enahoro….Yesterday’s journalism means a lot to him

So I worked out
a way to fill two pages regularly and reduce the weekly burden of inventing new
ideas. I filled a page with a political commentary and another with an
interview. By law my name had to be on the masthead as editor. It didn’t seem
right that I should have my name splashed week after week on three pages of a
newspaper I controlled. So I invented a pen name-George Sharp for the political commentary.
George was the rarely used name of a favorite
Everyone knows
the legend of Peter Pan in literature
– about the boy who never grew old. The Peter
interviews were designed to have a youthful outlook, with no political
content; chatting with the beautiful people of the era, flirting with starlets
and poking quiet fun at social climbers, the Peter Pan page quickly made friends.
Occasionally, I
wrote other stories, which were unattributed. Legends of Our Land brought
oral history in parts of the country to life. The Lagos Diaries were
compiled from a friend’s late father’s daily
record of events written in long hand in the ‘twenties’ and hidden away for

The Book that documented the Osoba Journalism Years

The work was a
vocation rather like a paid hobby. Being paid for what one enjoyed doing was a
bonus. I know I was not alone in this feeling because I met frequently with
other columnists and we were like a brethren: Olu Adebanjo edited the Sunday Express before taking up the
editorship of its sister daily. He wrote a weekly column as Mickey Mouse. Herbert Unegbu, editor of the West
African Pilot
wrote a column as Unu
. Peter Osugo,
our gang leader at dusk was the sports editor of the Daily Times. As Pecos his column was promoted with the slogan,
“The man they can’t gag”.

The GDA with the Legends, MIKE & DIMGBA

His big rival
was Bona Ekanem at the Daily
who wrote under his own name. Smart Ebbi, a Burma war veteran
turned journalist pursued an iconoclastic crusade in his Smart Kebbi column siding with Dr.
K.O. Mbadiwe
in his famous quarrel with Zik.
Late Bola Ige, Uncle Bola in
the Tribune wrote in those days for the Sunday Express.
Sam Amuka, a lifelong friend starting from
boarding school (he succeeded me as captain of football!) joined the group as Sad
Alade Odunewu, venerable Alah-De, arrived at the Daily Times from
the Tribune.

Tribune: One of the institutions that started all

Tai Solarin, a
secondary school headmaster was a regular contributor to the features page of
the Daily Times. He fell out with me when I became editor of the paper
and I insisted that he trim the length of his commentary. We made up and became
passing acquaintances. I still believe his column was best when he tamed his
urge to go and on.

Isaac Bolaji Thomas, a good man
became sports editor at the Sunday Times and wrote as IBT. Lai
, a guru on horse racing in
was with the Express newspapers at the time but was very much
“in” with us of the Daily Times.
Ayo Adefolaju, my deputy at the Sunday Times wrote
a weekly column titled Around the World in 8 Days.

Chief Nnamdi Azikwe the Zik of Africa…Journalism started somewhere around his personality

It was
full-fledged leftwing stuff at the time of the Cold War.

His was the only
column I knew of that fell casualty to the Cold
divide. The fierce battle for the minds and souls of the emergent nations
was raging. There was criticism that Ayo was
promoting uncensored communist propaganda week after week. Emboldened by a
conviction of his journalistic integrity, however, he found it difficult to
accept that the publisher too had certain rights. And so a collision course was
set between my stubborn, opinionated, rebel, emotional but utterly loyal friend
and an otherwise tolerant management. Around the World in 8 Days was

The Sage, Chief Obafemi Awolowo….The Journalism of his era was quite unique

Women columnists
came into their own. Feminism was the rage in Europe and as in many exports to the emerging nations was adopted
without much of a local flavor. The queen of the lobby was Theresa Ogunbiyi who as Theresa in
the Daily Times wielded the battle axe in a campaign of sheer terror
against male chauvinists whether real or imagined.

Aremo Olusegun Osoba; The Man & his journalism

Across the land
life was no longer a laughing matter. The nation was careening toward an abyss.
We columnists at the Daily Times group of newspapers had no difficulty
leaning over backwards to be non-aligned amid the upheaval. Yet as concerned
adult Nigerians, could we really be neutral? The dilemma was heart-rending.

Aremo Segun Osoba….Always meeting People. Met the late Sage, Chief Obafemi Awolowo and Alhaji Shehu Shagari

It was a problem
trying to convince all sides that we were independent. In the end, appointed
caretaker councils in parts of the Western Region banned the Daily Times in
their areas of authority. They said they would not relent unless the Peter Pan and Tai Solarin columns were done away with. This was in response to an
earlier ban imposed on the Daily Times throughout the Eastern Region in
a sinister attempt to blackmail the newspaper’s owners.

The Legends: Mike & Dimgba…documenting journalism in great style

compatriots in rival newspapers did not have our problems but their ownership
structures meant that
were tied to fixed lines of attack and fixed line of defense. With bitter
political rage threatening chaos in the country it was unfortunate that
columnists resorted to inflexible exhortations. You could predict the line a
columnist would take simply by the newspaper he wrote for. Excesses gained
Nelson Ottah’s grossly misplaced humor in a
commentary following the cold-blooded slaying of Ahmadu BelloSardauna of
, gave excuse for unprecedented violence in the North. The
repercussions were among the incidents that led to the outbreak of civil war.

Veteran Tony Enahoro narrates journalism of yesteryears 

Drum Magazine was owned by a
liberal White South African and had Nelson
Ottah as editor of its Nigerian
edition. The monthly publication had Dapo
, a far left writer on its staff. As Son Nugotaf, his column had already made enemies for Drum
among the Northern Region’s hypersensitive, center-right political
The Daily
continued to trudge a lonely path trying to steer away from the
deteriorating affrays, but as socio-political commentators the Peter Pan and
Tai Solarin columns could not afford the luxury of a place to hide. The Peter
column had changed in style and content over the years.

The GDA taking lecture from the foot of Tabloid King Mike Awoyinfa as Legend Dimgba Igwe looks on

The George
column had ceased to exist. Peter Pan no longer conducted
interviews; a move dictated by the appointment of its alter ego as editor of
the Daily Times. Peter Pan became a weekly Saturday column instead,
speaking the mind of the editor and treading where the official Daily Times editorial
comment often written by the editor himself did not care or wish to tread.
After a two-year
stint as editor of the Daily Times, Peter Pan’s alter ego was facing a
dilemma of a different sort. Suffice it to say that I was kicked upstairs with
the grand title of Group Editorial
. With the threat of boredom looming resulting from disengagement
from the command post of editorship at a young age, the Peter Pan column
filled a gap. It took to publishing three times a week.

Legend Dimgba Igwe reveals more of journalism to the GDA

It was a
difficult time for all and some bowed out of the direct line of fire. Unu Habib and Mickey
, for example, disappeared when their alter egos
respectively went to radio and the Ministry
of Information
. By and by Peter Pan bowed out of Nigeria altogether
and its alter ego did not return to the fatherland for 26 years. Even now the
self-exile is not entirely over!
The Era of the
New Journalists

The Legends; MIKE & DIMGBA ushered in the era of Real Tabloid Journalism through late Dele Giwa


Nigeria had changed and with the changes
Nigerian journalism took a new turn. A new crop of editors and columnists
ushered new trends. Writers like Dele
, God rest his soul, Stanley
, both returnees from study in the US; Ray Ekpu, Dan Agbese and Yakubu Mohammed, to name a few, brought their style of commentary
writing to bear on Nigerian journalism.
The fashion that
had editors seeking partial anonymity under a pen name has given way to open
self-identification through writing under one’s name. The power of the pen has
thus become visibly identified as the personal power of the individual wielding
the pen. Fear and respect are not one and the same. Asked to make a choice, I
know I would rather court respect than generate fear.

Tabloid King, Mike Awoyinfa tells the GDA more about the business of journalism

New trends
attract converts and imitation as they say is the best form of flattery. The
new trend, which began in the late seventies and settled into its current recognizable
form in the early ‘eighties’ has been copied without pause or proper pondering.
Quantity has settled as quality.
Long, tedious
treatises too frequently written in convoluted language or in trivialized,
pseudo-academic pretensions are published as “column” writing. The format is
grey, bleak with row after row of solid font and heartbreaking for the absence
of any attempt to make the reading easy on the eye.
When I arrived
at the Daily Times of Nigeria Plc as
Sole  Administrator in 1996,30 years to
the month after I left, an attempt was made to educate me in what was
recommended to me as “crusading
you should substitute “essay
writing” for the sake of accuracy.

Alhaji Lateef Jakande meets the GDA; The Old & the Young train

In reality its
esoteric meaning came down to this; facts are free, comments are sacred! I was
not only being asked to grant free rein but to look the other way: in other
words to listen and not to hear; to look but not to see because as you and I
know people do get paid to put out specific views and do damage to reputations.

Aremo Olusegun Osoba….Always meeting People including the Oluwo of Iwo Kingdom Oba Akanbi TELU 1

My arrival at
the Daily Times of Nigeria was an eye-opener.
Just about every journalist who came confidentially to see me complained about
the previous management’s alleged niggardly attitude to awarding space for
regular column writing. My position was that the responsibility lay with the
editors, but I invariably asked the petitioner for samples. I was inundated
with abstruse if not outright obtuse banalities.

Mr. Tony Enahoro….Met a sad situation in his second attempt to administrate media business

I came to learn
that asking for space to write a column was a plea for room to draw attention.
The attention it afforded could help augment the meager pay that wasn’t being
paid. The contrast with the conditions of service we enjoyed when I was a young
man at the Daily Times all those years before was so sharp it was a
Every generation
has its collection of platitudinous garbage. Forgive me, however, if I find
some of the instant cliches currently in vogue gallingly inexcusable. I am by
birth and in ancestry dating back into the distant mists of human history and
by free choice a bona fide citizen of the Federal
Republic of Nigeria
. A citizen! I resent being called a
“stakeholder”. Nigeria is not a commercial enterprise and my right to
citizenship is not a piece of paper I can trade to a bidder with the cash to
buy me out.

Aremo Olusegun Osoba….Always meeting People including ex-Governor Sule Lamido of Jigawa State

I reject the
notion that the sacrifices three generations of my family have made were not
toward building a nation but servicing a “Nigeria project”. A project? As in a
business venture? The painful and halting advancements we are making toward a
free society are “democracy dividends”? Dividends? No wonder we have a
flourishing culture of institutionalized profiteering in public service. Even
the language we use encourages it!
I gather that
the latest trend is “perspective
which may mean, God help us, that there is worse to come!
Standards are
crumbling generally in our country, so let us not pretend that journalism is an
exception. Forty years ago, schools encouraged pupils to read newspapers to
improve their command of the English
language. Today would you knowingly send your child to a teacher who could not
distinguish between “border” and “bother”, a teacher who thinks it is clever to
refer endlessly to the Central Bank of
as the “apex bank”, a
teacher who prefers “penultimate week” to “last week”, a teacher who airily speaks of “the Obasanjo’s government” and not “the Obasanjo government”? Yet these are some of the stock phrases
some of our whiz kids peddle to the public in their learned commentaries!

Aremo Olusegun Osoba….Always Meeting people including President Jimmy Cater of  USA

Many among our
essayists/columnists lack the proper exposure that should have prepared them
for a rounded view of the country. This must account for some of the outrageous
communications courses are available in a few of our universities so we are not
wanting in basic or theoretical training at a high level. But I do believe that
we need a school of excellence for post-graduate training in practical work.
Writing is an
art but writing as any essayist or commentator knows is labor. Writing is like
sculpting albeit on paper. The writer sits before a blank paper the same way a
wood carver begins with a mere chunk of wood. The pen is the writer’s scalpel
with which like the carver’s knife he shapes his work. For my money the best
wood carvers in Africa are Makonde people
of Mozambique. By all means go to a
university and study the history and theory of art, but go to the Makonde people and learn how to bring a
mere piece of wood to life. There is a no better place to learn than at the University of Experience!

Late Journalism Great Babatunde Jose moderated the boys of his era

When I was
starting out in our trade, I had the good fortune to have the overseership of Percy Roberts, our Managing Director, the language control of Jeffrey Taylor, the editorial adviser and the supervisory maturity
of Alhaji Jose to steady and guide
me. I look these days at some of the stuff dished out to the public by
commentators and I shake my head sometimes in despair but more often in
sympathy, that they missed out on the launch pad that gave my career its start.

The Back of the Book tells the story of the Authors

(Excerpts from the book “Segun Osoba: The Newspaper Years” by Mike Awoyinfa & Dimgba Igwe. To get a hard copy of the
book, kindly call Mrs. Gloria Oriakwu
on 080-33-44-5125)


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