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Hello my steemian friends from all over the world.
In my last post, I made mention of how certain actions/experiences can result in a chain effects, such that things that have been overlooked for a long time suddenly become a subject of discourse. Thus, my choice of topic is still a direct product of that unfortunate incident which instigated my interest to review Nigeria's public dispositions towards the cause of persons living with disabilities.
In doing this, my primary aim is not actually drawing international sympathy but to engineer a healthy discourse amongst steemian Nigerians on this menace, which I trust would give impetus to attitudinal change in Nigeria. I also believe, however, that when a burden of emotional nature is shared by way of general debate, the victim tend to fare a lot better. This is my primary objective.
Today, I want to share my experience in the hands of management of my Alma Mater, Federal University of Technology Owerri (FUTO) under the leadership of the former Vice-chancellor, Prof. C. C Asiabaka.
From time immemorial...for as long as I can remember, my talent has always fallen in line with the academia. And as an undergraduate student, I had demonstrated my academic prowess so much that virtually every lecturer in my department became aware of this, and sometimes did request my assistance in their academic works.
After my degree exams, I was invited to a meeting by the HOD during which he requested me to report back to my department after completing the compulsory sacrificial one year National Service, and take up a job as a Graduate Assistant (GA). To me, it was like a dream come true.
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However, the future turn out of events constitute an eloquent proof that any form of physical disability, no matter how unserious, confers the victim a pariah status in the eyes of Nigeria's private and public administrators.
Five months into National Service, I was involved in a fatal auto-crash and had to be flown to India for a life-saving surgery. And on my return from India, by which time I had started using crutches, I went back to FUTO to take up what I thought was an exclusive job.
And behold, I was wrong! I met a new HOD in office. After going through my academic records, she asked me to write a letter to the Vice-chancellor through her office, narrating my ordeals and appeal for academic appointment on compassionate ground. On March 30th, 2012, I wrote VC through my department, and the letter reads in part...
...following months of unsuccessful treatment in Nigeria, I was moved to India where I underwent hip replacement surgery at outrageous sum of N5.2milion Mayra. And thus exhausting the treasury — both in liquid cash and property — of my family meagre assets...
I continued in another verse...
...I am in desperate need of love and attention. How would one feel if after 5 pecuniary years in the University with a 2,1(4.48 CGPA on 5 scale) degree result grade, one finds oneself in this type of site? Please be considerate to my cause and help save my career from the threat of premature termination...
And I concluded thus...
...VC Sir, while it's true as the picture attached herewith suggests, that I use my left leg with that aid of a single crutch, it has no significant negative effect on my task performance ability. I am intellectually sound and considerably physically capable to comfortably assume academic responsibilities. And if given the chance, I will prove to the world that there is ability even in disability...
On May 3, 2012, in a reply letter by FUTO through the Office of the Registrar, one Adaeze N. Okany wrote...
...I am directed to inform you that management is very sorry to hear of your plight and is willing to consider your plea. To that effect, you are invited to present yourself to the Director, University health Services, for medical examination...
Of course I did present myself and after routine examination, I was confirmed fit for academic responsibilities. However, my confirmation for academic post never came through as the VC sat on my file till end of his tenure. I made several efforts to no avail. After sometime, I had to establish a laundry business to be able to keep 'body and soul' together. I know this is not my destiny, that it doesn't befit me...sure, but man must start somewhere. That's the reality of life.
One question I keep asking till today is: 'what could have gone wrong'? While I was physically fit I was promised employment on a platter of gold...but when the story changed after my accident, lending credence to the question...
'Is physical disability a stigma in contemporary Nigeria?'
Kindly UPVOTE and RESTEEM.
Thanks for reading.
Yours Naija Boy,
