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The Vain Garden

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When the once thriving economy of any entity - be it an individual, a corporate body, or a sovereign state - begins to decline; when its human or natural endowments turn sour; then some things have gone wrong which could be due to either internal or external influence. The Vain Garden is a book of fiction, which tries to depict the effect of negativism on virtually every aspect of life. As a common saying holds true, it is indeed easier to destroy than build and this book lays it bare. While true nationalists strive to build a stronger state through selfless service, there are those whose interests lie only in what they can grab from it not considering the ills their actions and inaction may bring upon the people. Such careless and unproductive leadership leaves the state in chaos and years of arduous efforts, sleepless nights and invested resources fizzle out in moments. The book tells the public that inasmuch as no living being has so far proven to attain perfection, it behooves on each of us to boycott attitudes and lifestyles that are inimical to progress and capable of severing or thwarting achievements at all levels. Concisely, this book totally condemns any behavior that is opposed to proper moral conduct. The feeling of heartbreak and pain that we get when things do not produce the expected results after so many invested resources are what this book, The Vain Garden tries to elucidate.
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Chapter 1 - The Endowment

"PEEM….PEEEM," HOOTED the van as it arrived Vegetables section.

"Watch out, pal!" called out the driver to a passerby signaling his intent to park the van as he pulled over.

Ajira community has been naturally endowed with arable lands that made it stand out among others in the production of a large quantity of high-quality fresh farm produce. The farm produce was classified, grown, and managed by different sections of the general farm. Since becoming an independent community having gained autonomy from its former colonial ruler Baratan, Ajira under the administration of an astute, industrious and ideal leader, Igwe Omemma has been nurtured as a fledgling community into becoming the famed "Garden" which other communities both far and near depend on for survival as it boasted of the best quality of food crops within and around its geographical space. Igwe Omemma had been carefully elected by the people considering his pedigree as one who grew in the ranks to become a successful farmer of repute. They believed that as a young community, only self-sufficiency through a functional economy would develop and sustain the budding state.

Igwe, as he was fondly called by most of his admirers, also made no mistake in his appointments as he made sure he opted for the right people for the coordination of activities in the four respective sections of the farm, each section located in each of the four regions that made up the community of Ajira. Knowing that the development of Ajira wholly depended on the farm exports of the state, its constitution had stipulated that each of the four farm sections be managed by the representatives of each of the four counties that make up Ajira, a selection to be done through the electoral process. As representatives of the constituencies, they would also act as subordinates to the Governor General popularly shortened as GG, and his deputy in the enactment of new and amendment of existing laws of the state, making key decisions and in the development of policies. Each section leader also reports to the administrator of the activities of their sections and ensuring

productivity and sales of products continued to be on the increase.

Igwe who understood the plights of Ajira and how desperately the

the community needed development after being deprived of such

benefits for such a long time by their colonial masters were fortunate

to have had the electorate of the various constituencies elect persons

with impeccable characters, inherent knowledge, and relevant

experiences as their representatives and by extension, in charge of

the state's farm sections. The effect of having square pegs in round holes

as was experienced before achieving autonomy was still very fresh in

his memory and Igwe had vowed to make a difference with the

the formidable team at his disposal.

Igwe as his running mate had taken Obindu Amadi, a nobleman

from Ogele, the most populated region in Ajira. In one of his

speeches, Obindu had had cause to count the administration so lucky

to have as elected members of Igwe's workforce, responsible,

hardworking and illustrious sons and daughter of Ajira.

"Igwe knew how important it was for the state to have such amiable

people elected into important positions," he had once remarked

believing that mother luck had been on Igwe's side to succeed.

One key attitude Igwe exhibited that got him more endeared to the

Ajira people was his unbiased stand throughout the election of the

reps. His focus was on searching for credible candidates. He would

not have ever thought of compromising the electoral process but can

give necessary support only to candidates of candor by rallying

around and canvassing for them the votes of the electorate. In other

words, it was expected when the majority of the electorate pinched

their tents with one of the most respectable sons of the soil alongside

his reputable deputy in the electoral race. So when the electoral body

coordinating the Ajira elections for the representatives of the four

constituencies declared Gentle Nebo (Okra), Eloka Ubani (Dr.

Pepper or Dr. P), Osita Olunna (Pine) and Ngozi Olisa (Mrs Lemon)

winners for their respective constituencies, it was a fiesta.

Okra, a man in his early sixties was to take charge of the Vegetables

section, which was located in his county.

Being a researcher and a nutritionist by profession, he became

famous for his works in pioneering the introduction and nurturing of

high-quality species of seeds in Ajira while it was still under the

control of Baratan. In like manner and by virtue of being an indigene

of Achara the host region of the Spices section, Eloka Ubani who

represents this region became the supervisor of all the Spices

produced in Ajira. Preferably called Dr. Pepper or simply Dr. P by

his admirers, a nickname he got due to his concentration in the

growing of peppers, gingers, uda, etc, which he had inherited from his late

father acres of land and being the only child, his father asked him

to return to Baratan after his studies in Europe so that he could be

closer home and take care of things as he was already aging. Mrs.

Ngozi Olisa, the only woman on the team was to oversee the affairs

of the Fruits section while Osita Olunna was managing the Flowers

section. The Fruits section was located in Ochendo region, the home soil

of the Governor, Igwe Omemma, and Mrs. Lemon while Flowers

the section was just a couple of minutes' walk from Pine's house in

Ikwuano, its host region. Mrs. Lemon, also known by her native

name Ngozi, a nutritionist by profession had vast experience in food

and nutrition and had worked in different capacities in the past while

Pine, an Agricultural Engineer, and a known florist hence the name,

was a manager in one of the biggest known flower shops in Belgium.

Aside from being in charge of their respective sections of the garden, these

reps also made laws and policies that would help to advance the state

if appropriately honored through implementation.

Gentle got his nickname 'Okra' many years back and always felt

proud telling some of his acquaintances who cared to know, how he

got the name and it was always a hilarious moment.

"You see that name Okra, it was given to me way back in the

university," he had once told one of his kinsmen who demanded to

know why he chose such a name among other 'better' nicknames he

could use. He had narrated to the inquirer how he introduced a

unique specie of the Okra seed which didn't have to grow tall like

those found in Tanzania at that time but with a height as low as two

feet, it would have started yielding. He said the claim had caused

many controversies and arguments that he had vowed to prove it to

them on his return after the school break. That was exactly what he

did. After he eventually won the contest, he was nicknamed Okra to

keep the memory alive.

"If you get to my alma mater now," he boasted, "you would still find

a picture I took with the Okra plant and its many fresh pods."

Eloka had also got involved in serious arguments with his

campaigners. "But it describes you better," was the response of his

campaign coordinator whom Eloka had confronted over the

electioneering campaign placard that read, "Vote Eloka Ubani (Dr.

Pepper)! Vote true representation! He's sure the right choice to take care of our

peppers".

Though Eloka would have been better off with 'Spices' than

'Peppers', he had to accommodate the ideas and thoughtfulness of

his supporters who insisted that pepper was the most commonly

used among other spices and those at the grassroots would feel

'good' to vote for the one who understood them well. Moreover, such

acceptance has brought about some sort of healthy familiarity and

the bond between the reps and their constituents.

"It sounded weird initially," observed Ngozi in her response to an

interview question as to how she feels when addressed as 'Mrs.

Lemon'. "But it has become part of our lives and most people now

find it rather difficult to remember our real names. It has really

become a household name, I must say."

"Get the products quickly loaded into the vans," instructed Okra as

he gestured to the two young loaders who had earlier tried to find out

from him when to begin loading the vehicle. "Start with the

tomatoes and cucumbers as more vans are on standby to load the

carrots, cabbages, and lettuces".

The loaders had taken loading of vehicles as their part-time jobs. At

any given time, a couple of them who may be less busy with other

responsibilities hang around waiting for instructions to do some

menial jobs. Aside from the stipend they sometimes get from the loading,

their motivation was mainly their passion and hunger to do

something positive for the State. They get overjoyed whenever they

were able to exhibit some patriotic gestures. Igwe had always made

it clear that every native of Ajira has one or more things to do for

the State and the earlier one identifies and does that, the better for

everyone.

The activities of the loaders had engrossed Okra's attention as they

loaded the vans. Okra knew his presence would make the loaders

conduct themselves properly and become more careful to avoid

unnecessary damages to products, which would amount to a loss of

revenue. Aside from the documentation of the movement of every item

sold, he also counted baskets and bags and took note of rejected

items while facilitating their replacements. People have wondered

why and how he displayed such undiluted levels of commitment and

accountability, an attitude that had successfully permeated the

lifestyles of almost the entire staff. It became clear that the high

sense of responsibility experienced among the reps was because of

Igwe's influence on them, making each person realize that

transparency breeds accountability, which in turn yields good

leadership hence, a developed State.

"So this is how you do it?" asked Udoka as the first van zoomed off,

making way for the second van. He had been with Okra since

morning but got no attention, as Okra would not compromise his

dedication to his job.

Udoka had been watching him coordinating activities but was

dumbstruck when Okra vehemently rejected some cash payment

made by a customer for goods purchased.

"We've been very firm in our payment and other policies," Okra told

the customer.

"Yes I know," replied the customer "but just that …."

"Sorry I can't do anything about it," Okra interrupted. "Go to the

bank, do the needful and return with your proof of payment, then

we shall attend to you."

Igwe had been very strict in ensuring that his subordinates do not

for whatever reasons accept cash payments from customers and he

continuously made conscious efforts in ensuring that every payment

made for each transaction remitted directly into the State's account.

Though he understood that the approach could be daunting for the

customers, it was very clear to him that it was the best conducting

business transactions of such volume. It equally helped to avoid

discrepancies encouraged transparency, and of course, kept his staff

from being allured into keeping some of the state's revenues for

'personal use'.

"O yes Udoka, sure. That's how we do it," Okra responded, with his

eyes still fixed on the second van as it parked waiting to be loaded.

He then instructed the loaders to commence the loading at once.

"This is what I do every day with the exception of Sundays."

"Only Sundays?" asked Udoka. "What about Saturdays? Do you

work on Saturdays too?"

"Yes I do," replied Okra. "Though not mandatorily but all of us

equally get busy most Saturdays for the sake of our key customers

who may have failed to make it during the weekdays. You ought to

be there for those who patronize your products. Sometimes also,

some emergencies could crop up and we need to be there, you know.

These you know, are some of the sacrifices we need to make for the

sake of our people. Leadership is nothing but a call to true service and

anyone who is not ready for its associated discomfort and challenges

then isn't worth holding any public office because he or she would

eventually fail."

It was not any funny lectures for Udoka at all, as he was obviously

unexcited and could only stare at Okra as if all he said made no sense.

"What?" Okra asked. "Are you with me at all, Udoka? You seem

lost."

Udoka replied, "I heard you Mazi. Go ahead, I'm with you," as he

grinned with the intent of hiding his bewilderment from Okra.

"So I enjoy every bit of the job," continued Okra, "especially when

I see the people, our people smile and the yields from the respective

sections on the increase. The big strides being made by the

administration in infrastructural development with more visible

ongoing developmental projects going on in the state make me

satisfied."

After a brief pause as the loading van caught his attention once again

and Udoka was rather speechless, Okra said, "So at the moment, this

is my contribution. Most foreigners don't believe we're just about

three years old as a nation and we've achieved so much, thanks to

our God-given arable land and the hardworking spirit of our people

and most especially our amiable leader, Igwe."

Okra was such in a good mood and as his lectures to Udoka

continued, he pointed out that he had to justify the salary paid him

by the work he does.

Udoka who was obviously getting bored with the whole 'lessons'

couldn't fathom why one should be happy doing a job with so much

passion and dedication while still driving a rickety old car and living

in such a small apartment as Okra did with his wife. For him, it

makes no sense to make money or have a good job if you cannot

show your worth by flaunting acquired properties, especially like cars

and mansions. As simple as that! "Look at him," he pondered as he

stared at Okra pitifully. "He had worked for different organizations

and in varied capacities for many years but yet, has little or nothing

to show for all the stress. Look at me Udoka Ajah, I work less but

enjoy more with so much cash to throw around. Anyone that sees

me could testify that I truly see and touch money."

Even as a staffer of McRussell, a firm in a neighboring state of

Obaro, Udoka felt he had made so much wealth in just three years

he had worked there compared to what Okra made in all the years

he had spent working.

"Something seems to bother you, Udo," said Okra.

"Ooh…no... Nothing really," replied Udoka as he faked yet another

smile. "I was just trying to…."

"Peeem…Peeem…"

That was another hoot from the truck. This time, the driver signaled

Okra about his readiness to leave and wanted to brief him. The

interruption pained Udoka who was about 'teaching Gentle' what he

did not know about making wealth.

"I need to lecture him too," he thought. "He had earlier thought me

how to be obsessed with work. Now is equally my turn to lecture

him, but on a much better topic: 'How to make oneself extra

income'. After all, what are friends for?"

Udoka eventually could not talk to Okra that afternoon as the latter

returned with yet another discussion.

At home that evening, Udoka kept thinking of how best to get Okra

to listen to him. He knew convincing Gentle would not be an easy task

as he had never been a pushover. Before leaving his 'ever-busy'

office, Udoka had informed him to expect him the next Sunday

evening. He knew very well that weekdays and most Saturdays were

out of any appointment for Mazi Okra and on the only day left which

was Sunday, he would most likely be engaged in one or more

activities in the church hence, the choice of Sunday evening. Every

effort Udoka had made to actually comprehend Okra's lifestyle kept

eluding him as he felt the 'old man' doesn't give himself any breaks

to wind down hence he concluded, "Mazi really doesn't have a life"!

The achievements so far recorded in Ajira since its independence has

been a source of joy and fulfillment to its people and especially Igwe

Omemma. A septuagenarian, who considers age as a mere number,

runs the administration of his state credibly far more than the

younger generation could only imagine. Except for the pains he

occasionally got on his right knee as a result of the auto accident he

suffered about a decade ago which did not deter him either, Igwe

remained a force to reckon with in Ajira and its environs in matters of public

administration and transparency in governance. No one could ever

have known about the flawed leg as he was ever disposed to tackling

head-on any challenges confronting Ajira. When he mounted the

saddle of Ajira's administration some years ago just after the state

gained its autonomy, most people thought he was probably in his

early sixties.

The development of his naïve but productive nation as well as the

commitment to duty as exemplified by his formidable crew in charge

of various tasks in his administration have become a source of

strength and encouragement for him to ride on.

"Not even the great amount of energy he had used up as a revered

but the retired farmer he is known to be could wane his hunger for a

greater and more developed Ajira," Okra had told Udoka during his

penultimate visit to Ajira. The latter could have a vague

remembrance of events that took place at the then-Baratan when he

was only a child. He had been away from the community for so long

a time when he joined his now late maternal uncle Elemuo where he

eventually completed his secondary education before heading for the

university.

"Yes, I could see that," he replied, "everybody I've stumbled across

says the same thing. I read so much about him in the newspapers at

Obaro especially for his efforts toward Ajira's independence. I

remember when the campaign for our quest for autonomy heated

up; Igwe always voiced his opinion and became a daily guest to the

media houses. He also earned the support of other state's GGs as he

lobbied relentlessly."

While going memory lane a few things he could say about Igwe,

Udoka noted Okra's dissatisfaction that his popularity seems to

have waned, as he does not do the interstate visits other GGs do to

strengthen their diplomatic ties and wondered what could have

caused it.

"I guess either he may have faced off with his counterparts in other

states possibly due to his 'tight-fisted' approach to governance which

only his type would accommodate or he thought it irrelevant since

he had already achieved his dream by leveraging their support.

However, I …"

"No... Not all!" Okra cut in. "You missed the point, Udo as no such

discordance exists. Igwe has some challenges with his legs so the

reps take turns to keep the interstate ties alive on his behalf. He only

manages to do his local routinely daily rounds anyway."

Igwe's health checks and appointments with orthopedic doctors

who visit him regularly in recent times due to his patched-up leg

bone was beginning to be a source of worry to many Ajirans

especially as the elections drew closer. His exploits, the endless

listing of developmental projects in Ajira spoke for themselves and

Igwe would have definitely been sure of having an unmatched,

unalloyed massive support of the electorate to be returned to the

the administrative seat should he consider contesting. Therefore, at that

moment, any GG aspirant who made any statement suggestive of his

or her electioneering aspirations stood no chance and automatically

written off.

"Who dares contest with Igwe?" was the general opinion of the

people.

"Good morning Sir," greeted Kola as he waited for Eloka to get into

his office. His arrival had just coincided with Kola's.

"Yes, Kola. Good morning to you," responded Dr. Pepper as he

handed his briefcase to his secretary to keep. "How're you today?

Do you have any message for me because I know you don't just

come here all the way from Ochendo for nothing?"

Kola smiled broadly. He was such a likable person that all Igwe's

associates always teased him - and he liked that. After all, what else

can an errand boy ask for when he could amuse them by dimpling

up? Igwe's friend from Ibeku had once asked him if Kola ever

had anything to worry about as smiles never lacked on his face.

Without much ado, Kola quickly replied, "Igwe sent me to you, Sir.

He requests that you attend a meeting at his office on Saturday at 9

am. I had already gone to the Fruits section to deliver the same message

to Mrs. Lemon. I am off. I'll pass through the other shorter route,"

he pointing towards a partially constructed lane adjoining Achara

and Ogele regions, "to Vegetables and Flowers sections, see Mazi

Okra and Mr. Pine before heading back to the office. Igwe will be

waiting to get feedback from me before he leaves for his lunch

break."

"That's alright Kola. Please inform Igwe I'd be present at the

meeting as scheduled."

"I will sir," he replied and jetted out.

His leaving was so swift that Dr. P could not see even a shadow of him leaving when he turned back to check. He wondered what emergency it was that made Igwe fix a meeting in the morning rather than the usual evening when every transaction must have concluded without obstructions for the day.