The only way for this marriage to stay on the happily-ever-after lane is mutual respect and understanding of what each party brings to the table. I can still see the D-G, SSS in his impeccable suit as he told us to stop shaking the table. We’ll try, sir, but shaking the table is what we do. We’ll just try to do it within the ambits of the law, respect the space of the sacred grove and the New Sherrif’s masquerade.
One bright afternoon, some years ago, I decided to make a quick stop at my favourite shoes-and-bags shop on Allen Avenue, Ikeja, Lagos. As I approached the shop, I noticed an armed guard at the entrance. He was carrying a familiar gun – the intimidating but innocent-looking big thing only a certain agency in Nigeria bears. Oh, a SSS (State Security Service) personnel was on the premises. A DSS guy shopping for his lady or a SSS lady taking time off to buy high heels and a nice clutch? I stepped in and lo and behold, testing a nice blue pair of eye-popper heels, was a SSS lady of note and record. Go on, guess all you want. I ain’t helping or telling.
Is this a story about high-heeled shoes? Nah. It’s a story about SSS, SSS guns, SSS and the Nigerian media and their tough marriage. So at this year’s conference of the International Press Institute (IPI), Nigeria’s chapter, I was looking forward to seeing dozens of the SSS ‘designer guns’ on display. Maybe I’d even get to touch one, I thought. And why not? The SSS chief, yeah, the Director-General of the SSS, Adeola Oluwatosin Ajayi was going to deliver a paper and I was on the panel that would discuss that paper. So I got to the venue early. Didn’t want those hard poker-faced dudes getting there before me. But there was no gun in sight. What the heck? Was he standing us up, sending a representative? He came himself and when he did, the guns were still missing. Nobody was wearing a black shirt or an overall with bold DSS inscribed on it. What’s going on here?
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When Mr Ajayi finally got on the podium (he, himself, looking like a bank CEO), he explained why the guns were out of sight. It was a long counselling session, the kind a wife gets even when she’s the one who woke the husband up with, “Honey, we need to talk”. His topic was “Dissecting the frosty relationship between the Nigerian Media and Security Agencies.” He read from no notes, speaking directly from the heart. His message was clear, delivered in stern terms and tone.
There’s no frosty relationship (I added ‘Honey’ in my head). The SSS is the SSS. It’s a security agency. It’s a secret police.
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SSS protects its information.
The media looks for information.
Breaking news can break security.
The choice of words the media uses can damage things.
The media throw ‘it’ out there. The SSS keeps it from getting out.
So, how do these two people who are brought up differently, trained differently, live lovingly in their federally and nationally arranged marriage? Even the Bible says two cannot work together except they agree. Wait, maybe that’s the key to the resolution. Agreement. For this marriage to work, the Media and DSS will have to agree on their differences and how to live with them.
Even if the SSS Chief insisted that there is no such thing as a frosty relationship between the newsroom and security, this couple still need to sit down and agree on the knotty issues. If a wife says it is not well and the husband says it is well, then we need to find out what’s in the well. If a husband says it is full and the wife says it is empty, we need to check the cup and look at why the two are seeing different things.
First, can the SSS be more open, and ….em… em perhaps unscrap the scrapped office of the DSS spokesperson? Wha-a-t? Tosin Ajayi almost blew something. A secret police with a spokesperson? How does that add up? The SSS is like a sacred masquerade or ‘Oro’. It does not talk anyhow everywhere. The SSS is like a circumspect Yoruba Oba, who must not eat in public. Ok, those are my words, my understanding of the seriousness of the situation. The media want answers, voices in their stories, operating within deadlines that must be met. How do we deliver our stories when the SSS doesn’t want to be seen? Tosin Ajayi said all of that can be arranged without the office of the spokesman of SSS. Seriously? What has changed? Well, I learnt that this new Sherrif is a thoroughbred secret cop who rose through the ranks, and not a politician or political appointee who got lucky. No, Ajayi started as a rookie, and after three decades-plus of labour, he’s here determined to restore the dignity of the service. The mask must stay on and the masquerade must stay in the grove, unless there is reason for it to visit the people.
Do you see why this relationship is rocky, if not frosty? Journalists are excited by masks. They want to know who is behind the mask. What’s the mask made of and indeed what goes on in the grove? Why does the masquerade speak in a guttural voice? Does it have a cold or it just wants to confuse the populace? Secrets and secret hunters can hardly ever be on the same page. That is why the innocent-looking SSS guns are out of sight and the bold SSS labels are now covered by long cloaks. Tosin Ajayi doesn’t want his men in our faces, even when they are all over us. A masquerade that goes to the village market every day will soon lose his mask to little boys who would think he’s one of them and not a spirit.
That was why they were all dressed like bankers at the IPI Conference. But we, yes editors, knew they were not one of us. I know they also knew we were not one of them. They did their thing and we did ours. Come to think of it, wasn’t that what the new SSS Chief’s presentation was about?
Seriously, the media and the SSS both want the same thing – a safe environment, safe nation. The two just use different routes to the market.
Different trainings, different ways of life for two different professionals expected to work together. Tough but doable.
The boss at the Yellow House comes across as a man who came into this job prepared. He knows the service he joined more than 30 years ago and he didn’t like the turn it took somewhere along the way. He’s a man on a mission, determined to keep the Secret in the State Service, while maintaining a smart and smooth relationship with the newsroom.
The only way for this marriage to stay on the happily-ever-after lane is mutual respect and understanding of what each party brings to the table. I can still see the D-G, SSS in his impeccable suit as he told us to stop shaking the table. We’ll try, sir, but shaking the table is what we do. We’ll just try to do it within the ambits of the law, respect the space of the sacred grove and the New Sherrif’s masquerade.
Funke Egbemode is a former president of the Nigerian Guild of Editors.
