Sunday, 16 December 2012

Gen. Azazi’s final hour

Andrew Azazi
It was just a few minutes to 13.00hours and the service of songs was in session when our chartered Caverton helicopter landed in the ancient breezy coastal community of Okoroba, hometown of Oronto Douglas, President Goodluck Jonathan’s Special Adviser on Research and Documentation. I had flown with my Uncle, Engr. Mayne David-West, Principal Consultant of Pearl Consultants, and George Kerley, Coordinator of The Jonathan Project and an unrepentant crusader of the President.
We proceeded directly to the venue of the service of songs. It was a 10-minute walk from the school field where the helicopter had landed, and it offered an opportunity to see the sprawling ancient community and the new developments taking place. The people were very happy. They were seeing new faces – ministers, governors, commissioners, corporate executives, and citizens they only read about and saw in the newspapers and television stations walk on the new rigid pavements of their community. I think above all, they wowed at the Nollywood stars who dazzled the natives to disbelief. Ramsey Nouah, Rita Dominic, Segun Arinze and others. The big masquerade — Kanu Nwankwo — was right there also. I said to myself, the children of Okoroba town would be inspired by the time the body of Pa Douglas was finally laid to rest.
In this flourish and fanfare, Gen. Owoye Azazi sat quiet, listening to the incisive message delivered by Pastor Ayo Oritsejafor. He seemed consumed by the pastor’s deep rhetoric about how ephemeral life was, and how wealth and money were necessary vanity but how a life well-spent is eternal in value. Still, I interrupted his intense engrossment. He was excited to see me. We exchanged pleasantries and asked that I stay around for a chat after the pastor’s message. I did.
The General is a towering man. Dressed in a grey-striped French suit and black shoes, I watched him walk in his usual calculated steps as he left the tent to the other tent where the reception for visitors was to be held. He looked fresh, like he had rested well after his surprising removal as the National Security Adviser. His warmth was charming and his humility ever evident. He was led to a roundtable on the first row and he took his seat by his friend, Engr. David-West whom he hadn’t seen in months. They chatted warmly while they poured themselves a little champagne.  He was served soup and he ate light. In about 45 minutes he was done. Just about then, he received a signal that the ill-fated helicopter was on its way.
He walked around to the other tables, shook hands and made his way out. He was headed for the helicopter, but he was obviously not in a hurry. He strolled with Governor Patrick Yakowa, a governor whose humility endeared me to him. Yakowa spoke softly, greeted warmly and smiled like he knew it was a final moment to be enjoyed. We walked ahead of the governor and the General, and in a few minutes we were all at the Okoroba Primary School field.
There were a few chartered helicopters arriving and taking off. The choppy drone of rotor blades slicing through the air ruffled us a bit. The primary school was sufficiently solicitous of intervention. The classroom had neither doors nor windows, in fact it looked abandoned. While we stood inside, I asked why a primary school in Douglas’s hometown would be this wrecked. I called a young man, and in intense curiosity I began to question him. My findings were that a new primary school was being developed with a new community library built and well-equipped. I was satisfied, I would have been disappointed.
Azazi watched these happen. Now it was time to take him on. I had not seen him since his removal as the NSA. He was a deep man, and I was eager to hear him say something. I knew him to be blunt in a very smart way. He would not say a thing if he had not thought it through intensely. I probed into his period as the NSA and asked what his take was on the Jonathan Presidency. He had lost no love for the President. He said “…Ross, the President is very intelligent and smarter than most people know”. He talked about the Boko Haram issue with plenty caution, but was optimistic that the President would check their menacing activities.
Now, we were joined by the Ijaw Youth Congress President, Mr. Miabiye Kuromiema, and I surprised the General when I fired: “Sir, it is about time the President threw Mrs. Diezani Alison-Madueke under the bus”. I maintained that the Jonathan Presidency was haemorrhaging severely because of her continued stay as minister. I expected him to say something, his face expressionless, he remained quiet. Kerley, a known defender of the minister, quipped with a straight face: “Ross, you are right. It is time the President is told the truth… He is taking too much bullets for some of these ministers”. The General shook his head, not in approval or disapproval; he was just enjoying the chat. He brought up a few issues and we all talked with surplus warmth. We hadn’t pressed him enough when the Navy helicopter appeared within sight in the sky.
He offered us the two spare seats in the helicopter, but we declined as our chopper was at that moment already landing. He pulled Kerley aside for a two-aside talks. They talked for about two minutes, and he joined Yakowa again, as they strolled on the rigid pavement into the boisterous windy path of the chopper. The pilots dismounted the chopper to greet their VIP passengers; they looked smart in their military uniform. It was the governor’s and the general’s final handshake.
Mr. Darego Williams, a seasoned pilot turned business man, was joining our chopper back to Port Harcourt. He cringed at the manner the chopper had taken off and didn’t stop starring at the effects of the rotor blades. I noticed he was a little uncomfortable, but then he had been off the cockpit for over two decades, so he contained his thoughts.
Less than 10 minutes later, we were ready to go. The captain welcomed us on board and soon after we were in the air. We had just done about 10 nautical miles when the pilot suddenly did a 180 degree turn. Williams was curious and called on the captain. The captain apologised to all on board and announced to us that a helicopter had just ‘gone down’. He actually meant ‘crashed’. We were the first search party.
Less than a minute ahead, smoke plumed from the thick swampy forest. It was a clear sign of danger. We did about four low fly passes to capture the coordinates of the incident site. Our helicopter had ingested the smoke and smell of burning metals, wires and flesh. We could see the helicopter and the appendage bearing the ‘NAVY’ inscription had severed from the main body. The moment was intense, we doubted the very facts we knew. We all believed some miracle could have happened; the worst case was not an option. It just could not be true.
•Alabo-George, an energy analyst based in Port Harcourt, wrote in via


Anonymous said...

Akin Akin December 17, 2012 at 3:51 am

May the merciful Lord be with the families they left behind.

My thoughts:

1. If indeed ppl jubilated in Kaduna over Yakowa’s death..then we really do not need further confirmation as to how pathetic ‘fellow’ Nigerians are! I was part of the very ppl that celebrated Sani Abacha’s death in 1998. But as far as I can remember, that is the only time I ‘celebrated’ the death of anyone. D only reason why his death was celebrated was because he ruled d country as if ‘Sani ‘ in his name was ‘Satan’. But in 2012, d supposed youths in Kaduna did not celebrate Yakowa’s death on the basis of his being corrupt or bad…Rather, they jubilated because of their ethnic & religious leanings!Sincerely speaking, Nigeria is sitting on a keg of gun powder!There’s so much hatred based on religion and ethnicity especially in the Northern part of d country…!!! Are the youths that jubilated today the leaders of tomorrow ?

2. One can only hope that our politicians will learn a big lesson from this…death is inevitable!!! All the riches of this world will go with the world, not a pin will be taken by anyone after death. Why corruptly enrich yourself and your family when the next minute is not guaranteed?

3. Many ppl absolutely think the crash is the handiwork of some people…Whilst no one can not say for sure, there’s also a possibility that indeed it was just an accident. But whatever the case, one thing is sacrosanct…It is no longer convenient for the rich and VIP’s in our society to think they can create another ‘life’ for themselves and another for the poor. At best, so many VIP’S have died as a result of one plane/ helicopter crash or the other. The airspace is now as unsafe as our roads! This is perhaps nature’s way of telling them to start constructing our roads….

4. No matter how powerful we are, we will all die one day! This life is undoubtedly short compared to where we will spend eternity… Yakowa, a sitting governor died despite all the paraphernalia of office after spending 23,755 days on earth. In spite of Azazi’s unparalleled CV as an intelligence officer, he had no premonition of his death. He only spent 22,598 days on earth. We need to always remember that our eternity is tied to how we live our life here on earth! So, no matter what you do and no matter where you are, always ask yourself this frank question…where will I spend my eternity?

#my heart goes out to their families

Anonymous said...

Indeed @Akin as the good book tells us in Jeremiah 10:23-24 and in Job 5… is not for man to order his steps or hope to device means to dictate all the angles….the death of Yar’ardua and now Yakowa has shown the futility of all the struggle for power by both northerners and southerners and should humble all to accept that…in the end life is vanity and we should learn to live by sharing as a common people rather than fighting over things we will all leave behind….the same things they were fighting GEJ from claiming is what the simple minded are now joyous to claim even before Yakowa has been interned….if you ask for equity musnt you do equity?