The ousted central bank governor and prominent government critic, Lamiɗo Sanusi, has been named as the new Emir of Kano in Nigeria.
The Emir is one of the most influential spiritual leaders in the country’s largely Muslim north.
As bank governor, Sanusi had levelled accusations of high-level fraud and was suspended.
As bank governor, Mr Sanusi had levelled accusations of high-level fraud and was suspended in February.
The previous Emir, al-Haji Ado Bayero, died after a long illness at the age of 83 on Friday.
Lamido Sanusi’s reforms
Mr Sanusi made sweeping reforms during his time as the Central Bank Governor, tackling widespread fraud in the financial sector. Recently, he alleged that corruption within Nigeria’s petroleum industry meant that the oil production did not match its revenue and so billions of dollars had gone missing.
This move did not go down well with President Goodluck Jonathan, who responded by suspending him.
Now assuming the throne in Kano, Lamiɗo Sanusi’s frosty relations with the president will be closely watched ahead of next year’s presidential elections.
After the Sultan of Sokoto, the emir of Kano is the second-highest Islamic authority in Nigeria.
The state government in Kano made the decision after four “kingmakers” had met and submitted nominees.
Those eligible had to be male members of the Ibrahim Dabo family — whose clans include the Bayeros and Sanusis.
Correspondents say Nigeria’s traditional leaders hold few constitutional powers, but are able to exert significant influence especially in the north where they are seen as custodians of both religion and tradition.
One of Mr Sanusi’s key roles will be helping tackle the mounting insurgency by Boko Haram militants in the north.
The group has accused traditional Muslim rulers of failing to enforce its strict interpretation of the Koran.
President Goodluck Jonathan’s decision to suspend Mr Sanusi from the bank on accusations of financial recklessness and misconduct had led to concern among international investors.
Al-Haji Ado Bayero had been on the throne in the northern city since 1963.
He was the longest-serving emir in Kano’s history and sought to reduce tensions with Nigeria’s Christians.
He was also a critic of Boko Haram and survived an assassination attempt last year blamed on the Islamist group.
BBC News, Abuja
Yet to be crowned Emir of Kano, former Governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria, appointed on 3 June 2009 and suspended from office by President Goodluck Jonathan on 20 February 2014 after exposing a $20 billion fraud committed by the president’s associates in the Nigerian National Petroleum Company (NNPC).
He is the grandson Sir Muhammadu Sunusi the 11th Emir of Kano state. He is a career banker and ranking Fulani nobleman, and also serves as a respected Islamic scholar.
The global financial intelligence magazine, The Banker, published by the Financial Times, has conferred on Sanusi two awards, the global award for Central Bank Governor of the Year, as well as for Central Bank Governor of the Year for Africa.
The TIME magazine also listed Sanusi in its TIMES 100 list of most influential people of 2011.
All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes
[Malcolm X – Part 1]
Malcolm had arrived at midday in Accra, and by evening the May fields’ house was filled with expatriates eager to meet and listen to him. We sat on chairs, stools, tables and hunched on the floor, excited into a trembling silence.
— I am still a Muslim. I am still a minister and I am still Black. The golden man laughed, and lamplight entangled itself in his sandy beard.
— My trip to Mecca has changed many other things about me. That is what the Hadj is supposed to do, and when I return to America I will make some statements which will shock everybody.
He rubbed his beard and his eyes were quick with humor.
— Of course, I suppose people would be really shocked, if Malcolm X wasn’t shocking.
The crowd responded in quick unison like a laugh track for a television comedy. Those who knew him were surprised at Malcolm’s light-heartedness.
When I met him two years earlier, he had been the bombastic spokesman for Elijah Muhammad’s Nation of Islam. Clean shaven and dark-suited, he sizzled proudly on street corners and from television screens, as he called Whites “Blue-eyed devils” and accused America of totalitarian genocide.
“Just as Jomo Kenyatta was Kenya’s “Burning Spear,” so Malcolm X was America’s Molotov cocktail, thrown upon the White hope that all Black Americans would follow the nonviolent tenets of Dr. Martin Luther King. “Freedom at any cost” had been his rallying cry. He had been the stalking horse for the timid who openly denied him but took him, like a forbidden god, into their most secret hearts, there to adore him.
The living room and side porch were filled with an attentive and shocked audience, as Malcolm, still at ease, sat describing his recent pilgrimage to Mecca.
— Brothers and Sisters, I am pleased to see you all here in the homeland and bring you news which won’t come as news to you from that place you left. The situation has not lightened up. Black people are still marching, sitting in, praying in and even swimming in.
We all knew that the Muslims had shown disgust with the Black American integrationists.
— And White Americans are still saying that they don’t want Blacks in their restaurants, churches, swimming pools and voting booths. I thought I’d bring you familiar news first. Now this is new news.
Those of us on the floor and those who had found chairs leaned eagerly toward Malcolm.
— I have had to rethink a number of things.
He said that though his basic premise that the United States was a racist country held true, he no longer believed that all Whites were devils, nor that any human being was inherently cruel at birth.
— On this journey to Mecca, I met White men with blue eyes, who I can call brother with conviction. That means that I am forced to reconsider statements I have made in the past and I must have the courage to speak up and out about those reconsiderations.
His possession of language had not diminished, nor had his magnetic aura lessened. We sat enthralled at what he said and how he said it.
— I am not in favor among the followers of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad, and this new statement will anger them more, but our people are in need of truth and I have tried and will continue to try to speak only truth to the people. The teaching of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad enabled me to break the noose that ignorance and racism put around my neck, and I will always thank Allah and the Honorable Elijah Muhammad for that. But a person must make the effort to learn, and growing is the inevitable reward of learning.
He never mentioned the Islamic leader’s name without the salutary designation, and although he was speaking to a very informal gathering in a homey living room, save for the lowered volume of his voice, he might well have been addressing an audience of thousands in Harlem.
Julian asked him to tell us why he came to Ghana.
Malcolm set his tea cup on a nearby table and, lacing his long fingers, began a sawing motion with them which was his only physical indication of tension.
After Mecca he had stopped in Cairo and met Egyptian government officials and David Du Bois, and had gone to Nigeria to confer with other African politicians. He needed as many governmental contacts as possible so that when he took the case of the Black American before the General Assembly of the United Nations, he could be sure at least of some African and maybe other nationals’ support.
Every complexion of political persuasion was present in Julian’s house that evening. There were true revolutionaries, counter-revolutionaries, petit bourgeois, capitalists, communists, hedonists, socialists, humanitarians and aging beatniks. When Malcolm mentioned arguing for our people before the United Nations, we shouted spontaneously and with one voice of approval. He said
— If our cause was debated by all the world’s nations, it would mean that finally, we would be taken seriously. We could stop courting the ‘fair-minded white people in the U.S.’ as Martin Luther King called some of his constituents. America would be forced to face up to its discriminatory policies. Street protests and sit-ins would be as passé as auction blocks and as unnecessary as manumission papers. If South African Blacks can petition the U.N. against their country’s policy of apartheid, then America should be shown on the world’s stage as a repressionist and bestial racist nation.
A single question arose from that diverse group, and Alice put it into words.
— Do you want us to arrange for you to meet Ghanaian officials and to see President Nkrumah?
The serious scowl left Malcolm’s brow. He looked around at the company, spending a few seconds on each face, Then he smiled.
— Black Americans! You all are really something.
He laughed aloud.
— You people just got here and already you know the President.
His laughter rang high, giving us license to join him and forget that of the forty or so people gathered, only Julian had actually met President Nkrumah and, although we all sported posters and drawings of the handsome leader, most of us had never even seen him in the flesh.
In the now relaxed atmosphere, Malcolm furnished us stories of his journey. Some were just funny and others were funny and bitter.
— I was waiting at the Nigerian Airport when a White man came up and spoke to me. He offered his hand so I shook it. Then he grinned and said, I’ve admired you, Mr. X, truly admired you.
I asked him:
— Would you have shaken my hand in New York?
He went red as a fire engine and said:
— I don’t suppose so.
So I asked why he felt it was all right to do so in Africa, and that man had the nerve to get indignant. He said:
— Well, we’re both Americans!
Our merry response was totally lacking in merriment. We laughed, as usual, because of the truth in the incident and because there was nothing else to do about it.
When Malcolm followed Ana Livia to the buffet dinner in the dining room, a few people sat pooling knowledge like children gathering pennies to buy a special treat.
— How well do you know Kofi Batcha?
— And surely …, the Minister of Defense can be approached.
I think he owes me one.
— If you can’t be sure, he certainly won’t remember.
— He should meet Nana Nketsia.
— T. D. Bafoo will be of help.
— Efua Sutherland can open some doors.
— How about Geoffrey Bing?
— He’s White, old, out of favor, and going senile.
— But he knows where the bodies will be buried and who will dance on whose grave.
— What about Michael Dei-Anan?
We agreed to contact the poet-statesman who always had an available ear for a Black American.