@SimonKolawole : Why I love Sankara and hate Compaore

by Simon Kolawole

I give special thanks to the almighty God that I am alive to witness the end of Blaise Compaoré  that traitor who set Africa back by a thousand years when he terminated the life of Thomas Sankara in 1987.

Anytime I see Compaoré’s image, I have nothing but resentment towards him. I have nothing but disdain for the assassin who truncated the evolution of an authentic modern story of leadership in Africa. I have never wished him well since his men took out Sankara, a budding African leader who was trying to write a genuine script for the transformation of our continent.

I was a fan of Sankara yes. I am not a Marxist, by any variation of the definition. But I have nothing against any African leader who leads by example, who is not given to greed. Although I believe whole-heartedly in multi-party democracy, I have always had some accommodation for leaders, whether military or civilian, who are motivated by genuine love for country and transparent desire to transform the society. I have nothing against genuine leaders who are transparently honest.

What did Sankara represent? Coming to power in 1983, he was very plain about what he came to do: change the society both in orientation and structure. Africa has been ruled for too long by brainless and shameless leaders who know not their left from their right. He was one of the very few who had a clear, selfless vision. His philosophy was very much influenced by Marxism, and he said a lot of things about revolution, liberation, imperialism, the proletariat and the bourgeoisie which is actually none of my business. In practical terms, he went about transforming Burkina Faso.
Why I love Sankara to bits was that he practised what he preached something you are not likely to say about a typical African leader. He disdained waste of public funds. On assuming power, he sold off government’s fleet of Mercedes cars. He made the cheapest car Renault 5 the official vehicle of ministers. Compare this to Nigeria where ministers spend hundreds of millions of naira to buy bullet-proof cars, where presidential and “gubernatorial” jets are the order of the day in the face of millions of people going to bed hungry every night.

Sankara reduced his own salary. He was earning $450 a month. Compare this to Nigeria where governors earn millions of naira in and out of office, with the full complement of domestic staff and mansions at home and abroad. Sankara banned first class tickets for government officials but a minister in Nigeria will spend N15 billion to hire private jets. After his assassination, all of Sankara’s possessions were a Renault 5, a fridge, a freezer, four bikes and three guitars. He was officially the world’s poorest president.

Agriculture was Sankara’s major focus. He fought desertification and famine. He seized lands from the feudal landlords (including his family’s land) and redistributed them to peasant farmers. In his time, Burkina Faso witnessed tremendous improvement in farm yield: wheat production doubled. His country became self-sufficient in wheat. Sankara, a proud African, rejected imperialism. He opposed foreign aid, saying again and again: “He who feeds you controls you.” He asked African countries to repudiate their foreign debts which were piled on the continent by Western agents in connivance with thieving African leaders.

Long before the world started hammering on women empowerment, he made it a core policy of his administration. His government was filled with women. He encouraged them to join the military ─ seen as a preserve for the men. He outlawed polygamy, female circumcision and forced marriages. He encouraged women to stop being mere housewives. He told schoolgirls who became pregnant not to abandon education. He promoted family planning to save the career of millions of women who had been turned to mere baby factories.

Sankara encouraged husbands to go to the market to shop for the house. He asked them to learn cooking, so that they could support their wives at home and experience what women go through. This was nothing but revolutionary thinking in Africa. He clearly recognised what great role women could play in development. In fact, he said: “The revolution and women’s liberation go together. We do not talk of women’s emancipation as an act of charity or because of a surge of human compassion. It is a basic necessity for the triumph of the revolution. Women hold up the other half of the sky.”
Of course, Sankara was by no means perfect. I am still searching for a perfect human being. As a military man, he committed a lot of excesses ─ banning unions to prevent strikes against his reform and stifling free press to forestall dissent. No leader who wants to change the society will not carry the image of a dictator. Rwanda’s Paul Kagame is one. Singapore’s Lee Kwan Yew was another. And even though Sankara’s people loved him, these excesses were beginning to get under their skin. And, sure, the colonial masters, the African civilian and military despots, and the feudalists were never happy with Sankara.

That, unfortunately, set the stage for a tragic alternative: Blaise Compaoré, who happened to be Sankara’s confidant and friend. On October 15, 1987, the new African story was abruptly terminated. Compaoré’s men shot Sankara and 12 guards dead in a bloody coup. One of the surviving guards said when the troops came in, Sankara raised his hands and said: “Take me. I’m the one you want.” They sprayed him with Kalashnikov fire, finishing him off with a grenade. The body of one of the most handsome African faces was dismembered and buried in unmarked grave. Burkinabes cried and mourned, calling the coupists “assassins and traitors”.

Compaoré took over power, described Sankara as a “megalomaniac” and began to reverse his policies. That marked the death of a dream. Compaoré grabbed his country by the throat and raped it for 27 years, changing the constitution at will. He organised an election for himself in 1991 and became civilian president after a voter turn-out of 25 per cent. He got a dubious second term seven years later, but was not satisfied. He changed the constitution. He got the courts to say he could run under the new constitution, and so he got a new term in 2005.

But as greed goes, he sought yet another term in 2010. With 2015 closing in and his reign about to end as stipulated by the constitution, he had been busy conniving with the Parliament to change the constitution yet again to give him another term till 2020. But Burkinabes had had enough after 27 years of greedy, manipulative and visionless leadership. Last week, they spilled into the streets and set the parliament on fire. On Friday, Compaoré ran away from office with the blood of Sankara still a stain on his conscience. He is now a former president. Nothing lasts forever.
I don’t know if the change in Burkina Faso will produce another Sankara or a Compaoré, but there is one thing I know and I’m very happy for: the traitor is gone. Forever.


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  1. Am so much happy for the revolutions happening around Africans and their beloved countries nowadays. God who have been doing this will definitely perfect it all over other African countries which has not been touched,including muy beloved country Nigeria.

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