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At the United Nations General Assembly on December 10, 1948, Eleanor Roosevelt, wife of that great American President was on her feet presenting the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
In response, Mrs. Roosevelt said, “Mr. Vishinsky, we are not dealing with the Rights of government. They are far too much already. We’re here to deal with the rights of man, the rights of people to be free”, etc. etc.”
Hollow promises
Nigeria is not fit at this moment of time to sit on the Security Council of the United Nations. Most of the promises made by Mr. Jonathan before he entered Aso Rock and since his inauguration have turned out to be hollow.
Millions of Nigerians are suffering grinding poverty, while his “law makers” are the highest paid in the whole wide world. Many of them, including his Ministers are taking home between 16 and 20 million naira a month.
Procrastination and prevarication over minimum wage
Yet, Mr. Jonathan procrastinated and prevaricated on the subject of 18,000 naira minimum wage. Since he signed it into law, none of the 36 states has paid that money. I have received emails from Nigerian visitors to this site who are earning less than 10,000 naira a month even though many of them have 3 or 4 children.
Repugnant policy
But the most sickening aspect of Mr. Jonathan’s administration is the fact that it is impossible for ordinary Nigerians to bring their grievances to his presidency. People are being asked to bribe officials before Petitions can be delivered to Mr. Jonathan
My own experiences
Since June 22, 2010, I have been effectively under country arrest. Regular visitors to this site are fully aware of my predicament. I am not a young man. I am even many years older than Mr. Jonathan.
Dumped on the Nigerian soil
I was registered as a British Citizen during my teenage years. That was in 1959. In that same year, I was sent to London to live with my senior brothers. I did not set foot on the African Continent for the next 51 years.
In 2003, a civil servant in the British Home Office, by the name of Mr. Anthony F. Dalton, took it upon himself to deny me the right to renew my UK passport, saying that, although he accepted that I had lived in the UK for more than 4 decades (by 2003), he insisted that unless I applied for naturalization he would not renew my passport. It was the worst form of racism.
Meanwhile, Mr. Dalton circulated British embassies abroad to deny me access to consular and diplomatic services. He informed the British Missions abroad that I was not a British citizen but a Nigerian citizen, even though he knew that I had never held a Nigerian passport or citizenship, notwithstanding that I was born in Nigeria during the colonial administration of the country.
In the mean time, on the 22nd March 2010, the Dutch Immigration Authorities visited my home office in Rotterdam, Netherlands. I was returning from Switzerland and on my way to Brussels.
The said Authorities told me that, on the instructions of the British government they had come to arrest me and my wife, too, a Malaysian Chinese.
For the next 3 months, they put me on a prison ship in the South of Holland, where I was fed on bread and tea for breakfast, bread and tea for lunch and, bread and tea for evening meal.
On the 6 May 2010, the Dutch Immigration Authorities took me to their Headquarters in The Hague. There, I was introduced to a Nigerian woman, who claimed to be a Diplomat. Her name is Ms MARGARET I. IGBINABARO.
In a nutshell, Ms IGBINABARO told me that the Nigerian Minister of Foreign Affairs and Nigeria Immigration Service have asked him to return me to Nigeria. I told her that I had nothing to do with Nigeria and that I had never held Nigerian passport or citizenship. She was aggressive and abusive. She carried herself like a termagant.
I told her that we were / are perfectly entitled to live in any part of the European Union. But it seemed that every word that I spoke was water off a duck’s back. She told me that the British Embassy in the Netherlands also told her that I held a Nigerian passport.
On June 22, 2010, against my wish and consent I was bundled on to a KLM flight 587, without disclosing to me the destination and reasons for the violence that was inflicted upon me.
It was while the plane was some 2 hours into the journey that, I was shown a document titled “EMERGENCY CERTIFICATE”. It contained wrong spellings of my name. The originator of the Certificate (Ms IGBINABARO) forged my signature in 2 places. One of the forgeries appeared on the coat of arms of the Federal government.
Almost 7 hours later, I was dumped on the Nigerian soil at Murtala Mohammed International Airport, like as if I was an ogre. Nigerian Immigration officers did not impugn the bogus EMERGENCY CERTIFICATE. A Ms Opara ordered that I be detained there for 3 days alongside 7 young people, from Rwanda, Kenya, Ghana, and Niger. They too, were dumped at Ikeya.
I wandered around the airport. I did not know what was happening. I was soaking wet with perspiration. As I wandered around I saw a young lady in a kiosk. I walked towards her, I held my mobile, and in a way that she could see that I wanted to ask her some questions. She spoke to me in Yoruba but I did not understand.
She directed me to a shop, to buy a recharge card. Shortly after she loaded the recharge card for me, officers of the Nigeria Immigration held me at gunpoint and took me away to their Ikoyi Headquarters.
The 7 young people who were with me in the 4-wheel drive were threatened all the way to Ikoyi.
The accommodation was bare. No beddings, no drinking water and no food and no toilet.
On June 25, 2010 I stripped to my underwear and I took my first rain bath, 51 years after I left that country. I then phoned the United Nations Refugee Agency to come into the Ikoyi HQ of the Immigration, to come and take the young people away and return them to their respective countries. I do not know what became of those young people.
But I vowed to bring the excesses of the Dutch Immigration Service to a logical conclusion, for as long as I have life
On that June 25, 2010, Ms. Opara and one of her colleagues – (and I had to give her 50 Euros) – took me to the British High Commission in Lagos.
Mr. Oliver Craven saw me, around 10 pm. Despite my situation, Mr. Craven threw me out of the High Commission, at about 10.45 pm. He told me that the Home Office and Foreign Office in London instructed him not to allow me into the Embassy building.
I returned to the airport and sat on a bench throughout the night. In the morning, the young lady whom I met on June 22, 2010 before I was taken at gunpoint to Ikoyi HQ of the Immigration came to work.
She was surprised to see me. She thought that I had gone back. I told her my story. I told her that I had a few Euros left and that I needed somewhere to sleep. I was desperately hungry. She took me to a number of addresses. We found a place. The rate was 4000 a night. I paid for 2 nights. The young lady wished me good luck. She gave me her mobile number and left. I did not know her name.
When she left, I went into the bathroom. When I saw the state of the bathroom, I puked. I opened the window. The smell that greeted me was unbearable. I quickly phoned the young lady. I said, “PLEASE COME BACK. PLEASE ASK YOUR PARENTS IF THEY CAN PROVIDE ME WITH SHELTER. I DON’T MIND TO SLEEP ON A CHAIR”. She told me to give her, at least 2 hours. She would talk to her parents, and would come back to see me.
She kept her words. When she returned, she told me that she had spoken to her parents and that they would be happy to give me shelter.
Those were the circumstances that led to my appearance in the life of the EDEOGHO FAMILY.
In the mean time, I could not locate where I was born and grew up. Lagos, to me, is a wilderness of despair and desperation. It still is.
I had no money. I was stateless. On top of everything else I could not find any telephone anywhere. To get in touch with government offices, was an impossible task. I had to do something but what to do?
In July 2010 I returned to the Nigeria Immigration Service Headquarters, to ask if they could arrange to issue me with a Nigerian passport. They told me that I did not qualify, as I did not hold any Nigerian passport in the previous 67 years.
Following the death of Mr. Edeogho, I decided to go to Abuja, being the Federal Capital Territory of Nigeria, in the hope that I would get help. My wife sent money from Malaysia.
But for 3 weeks, I slept rough in Abuja and in Kubwa. I bought a sleeping bag, and I slept in front of shop windows.
If I was a white person, would the British government abandon me? After all I lived in the UK for 51 years before I was forcefully removed from Europe by the Dutch. And in any event, I have adult children, grandchildren and great grand children, all born in the United Kingdom. More relevantly, I am the Leader of a UK registered political party.
The British government abandoned me because of the colour of my skin. Mr. Anthony Blair and Mr. Gordon Brown abused humanity with impunity. I have had no dealings with senior members of the present British government, except two emails sent to Mrs. Theresa May and Mr. William Hague. They did not reply me, either.
So, on August 23, 2010, I commenced proceedings in the Federal High Court, in Abuja. The action was against the Dutch Immigration Service, and 5 others, including Mr. Oliver Craven, Ms Igbinabaro, Mr. Dalton and a Dutch Agent, who entered my premises in Rotterdam and emptied everything therein into Containers.
Judge Ibraim Auta, now a chief judge of the Federal High made my life a hell. In consequence of what Judge Auta did to me, I discontinued the proceedings in the Federal High Court, Abuja.
In February 2011, I commenced fresh action against KLM, Attorney General of the Federation, Comptroller General of the Immigration Service, and Minister of Foreign Affairs.
On several occasions in the latter part of 2010 and this current year, I made efforts to petition Mr. Jonathan. But we were told that we had to pay officials in order to ensure that the Petition gets to the President.
A President of a country who closes his eyes and ears to the sufferings of Nigerians and, Aliens who found themselves in his country under extenuating circumstances (and I am a stateless Alien in Nigeria), is not a fit and proper person to sit on the Security Council of the United Nations.
I hope that Mr. Jonathan learned something useful from his discuss Mrs. Hillary Clinton, on the subject of the 1954 Convention on the status of stateless persons. There are thousands of stateless persons in Nigeria; people who were dumped there, just as I was by either the Dutch immigration or Republic of Ireland immigration or UK Home Office or by Spanish or Italian immigration services
There is still a belief among many Caucasians that out of every 5 black people found anywhere in the world outside Africa, 4 must be Nigerians. This ridiculous assumption is the reason why many people are dumped on the Nigerian soil every week.
Let us hope that humanity will prevail at the end of our trials and tribulations.