‘I will not raise my child in this place’

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  • A childhood tragedy set in the heart of Niger Delta
  • How recurrent oil spills, environmental degradation imperil a generation of kids
  • Why 16,000 children died from oil spill-related ailments within one month of their birth

In the rustic town of Ekuraba, the scars of progress are incised deep into the people’s lives. The air is hefty with the acrid smell of oil, the rivers shimmer with a toxic sheen, and the soil bears the virulent fruit of contamination. Amid the bleakness, James Amadi, 13, personifies what big oil apologists call, a convenient sob story: he battles chronic asthma, seven years after witnessing the heart-wrenching death of his younger sister, Eunice, to a preventable bout of diarrhea.

“James’ sister died just before she turned five. We did everything we could to save her. Her death was painful,” said Gladys, their mother. The late Eunice fell victim to a cruel twist of fate. The contaminated water she drank brought swift and fatal illness, a tragic story echoed in many households across Ekuraba. For Amadi, each breath is a painful reminder of the oil spills that killed his sister and turned their homeland into a hazardous wasteland.

Ekuraba, once thriving on the abundance of its rivers and farmlands, now finds itself in a relentless struggle against the ravages of pollution. Shell’s pipelines, intended to channel prosperity, have instead leaked disaster. Toxic vapours waft through the air, while brown, oily sludge seeps into the ground, poisoning everything it touches.

In Ekuraba, the fruits of the earth have become harbingers of death. Despite the dire circumstances, hunger drives many to consume the poisoned crops, a desperate act with deadly consequences. Every meal is a gamble with life, every harvest a potential funeral rite.

The plight of the community, tucked away in Ogbia local government area of Bayelsa, illustrates the human cost of ecological degradation, where the relentless pursuit of oil profits has led to a humanitarian crisis.

As Amadi’s story unfolds, it casts a poignant light on the silent suffering of countless others, all bearing the burden of a contaminated future.

A damning report

In a new report commissioned by the Bayelsa State government, researchers discovered alarming levels of toxic chemicals in soil, water, and the air. Blood and tissue samples taken from residents found elevated levels of heavy metals including lead, nickel and cadmium.

The report holds international oil companies including Shell, TotalEnergies, and ExxonMobil responsible for spilling at least 110,000 barrels of oil there over the past 50 years.

The report calls for extensive cleanup and recovery efforts, as well as sweeping changes to oil industry regulations and the setup of a $12 billion fund for remediation, paid for by the oil companies. Activists and residents, however, remain sceptical of any meaningful changes arising from the report, including the prospect of compelling oil majors to pay into a remediation fund.

It is difficult to convey or put precise numbers on the magnitude of the disaster that has unfolded over the last 60 years. Findings from different studies vary dramatically, but all of them attest to the extraordinary intensity and sheer variety in the forms of pollution from which Bayelsa and other states in the Niger Delta have suffered over the last half-century.

More worrisome is the impact on infants and children across the region. Previous research by Anna Bruedele and the Roland Holder University of St. Gallen, Switzerland, in 2017, found that in 2012 alone, 16,000 children died from oil spills related ailments in the Niger Delta region within one month of their birth, inside a 10-kilometre radius from oil spill sites.

The study, which was the first to link environmental pollution with newborn and child mortality rates in the Niger Delta, showed that oil spills occurring within 10 km of a mother’s place of residence doubled neonatal mortality rates and impaired the health of her surviving children.

Crucially, oil spills that occurred while the mother was still pregnant had no effect on child or neonatal mortality. But even spills that happened five years before conception doubled the neonatal mortality rate from 38 deaths to 76 deaths for every 1,000 births, the data found.

Thus according to the study, babies in Nigeria are twice as likely to die in the first month of life, if their mothers were living near an oil spill before becoming pregnant.

“The results from the study are absolutely shocking,” said Hodler, an economics professor from the University of St. Gallen in Switzerland, who led the study. “I didn’t expect to see this effect on preconception. Why we don’t find a stronger effect [on the fetus] during the pregnancy is not entirely clear—maybe it is due to the cumulative contamination of crude oil in the water and soil, which increases over time. But that doesn’t explain the entire effect.

“This is a tragedy. Even four to five years prior to conception, an oil spill still matters. I think this should be seen as a first-world problem for something to be done.”

Regular, uncontrolled spills have been a prominent feature of the oil industry—Nigeria’s primary source of GDP—since crude was discovered there more than 60 years ago. An estimated 240,000 bbl of crude oil is spilled in the Niger Delta every year, polluting waterways, contaminating crops, and releasing toxic chemicals into the air.

A 2011 report by the UN Environment Programme estimated that, after decades of repeated oil spills in Ogoniland, it would take 30 years to reverse damage to public health and the regional ecosystem.

To steal a play zone

Along the rivers and down the highways and countless jungle paths, the miseries of oil spills continue to haemorrhage into the lives of children, like Amadi, across the sister states and provinces of the Niger Delta.

They pad along barefooted, with the sludge sucking at their heels along the mud flats. They are silent, except for a child whimpering now and then, but their faces tell the story.

Many are sick and covered with sores. Others have diarrhoea and cholera, and when they die due to disease there is no autopsy to determine the cause of their death.

The few who can, among the kids, steal a play zone at the mouth of what used to be a neighbourhood river, an inter-communal lake or creek abandoned due to an oil spill. But they do so at great risk to their health.

Delta of Ruins

The bleakness persists across communal borders, permeating Paul Aleke’s hometown, Ikarama. Adele’s birthplace, nestled in the lush greenery of Bayelsa, once brimmed with life and laughter. Now, the town wears a shroud of despair, a victim of relentless oil spills that have transformed its vibrancy into a haunting silence. Fourteen-year-old Adele bears the weight of this transformation more acutely than most.

Aleke used to spend his afternoons playing soccer with his friends on a field that now lies drenched in crude oil. The spills, a byproduct of Shell Plc’s operations, have seeped into every aspect of life in Ikarama. The air is thick with the stench of petroleum, and the rivers, once teeming with fish, now carry only the iridescent sheen of oil. For a teenager like Aleke, the lack of a playground is more than just an inconvenience; it is the erosion of his childhood.

The town’s transformation is stark. Once, children’s laughter filled the air as they played under the shade of tall palm trees. Now, the streets are empty, the trees bare and blackened. Aleke’s friends have fallen victim to the twin scourges of gang violence and disease, leaving him alone to navigate this blighted landscape. Raphael, his closest friend, was killed during a cult war in Amarata, a tragic outcome of a simple visit to the Yenagoa suburb with his uncle.

The devastation is not confined to Aleke’s immediate world. His neighbourhood, once alive with bustling markets and busy families, now looks like a war zone. Houses that stood firm for generations are crumbling, their walls scarred by the toxic environment. The marketplace, which once echoed with the sounds of traders and buyers, is now eerily silent, many stalls abandoned and decaying.

Walking through Ikarama today, one cannot help but feel the profound loss. Commercial streets that used to be the town’s lifeblood are now deserted. Decrepit storefronts and bricked-over windows tell the tale of a community that has been physically and economically ravaged. This is the new reality for Paul and his family, a post-apocalyptic nightmare where hope is as scarce as clean water.

The decline of Ikarama is not due to a single catastrophic event but a series of sustained blows. The oil spills, a result of both negligence and sabotage, have poisoned the land and water, decimating agriculture and fishing—the town’s primary sources of livelihood. The government’s neglect and the oil companies’ indifference have compounded the town’s woes, leaving its residents to fend for themselves amid environmental and economic ruin.

Aleke’s home, once a symbol of stability and comfort, now stands as a painful reminder of what has been lost. The community’s spirit, too, has been eroded, replaced by a pervasive sense of despair.

The despair persists across townships and state lines.

The village now stands as a haunting testament to broken dreams in Rumuekpe, Rivers State, where the rich, dark earth once promised prosperity and the rivers teeming with life. Here, amidst poisoned farmlands and vanishing rivers, children like seven-year-old Effiong Dike and ten-year-old Patience Matthew navigate a world shaped by environmental devastation and unrelenting hardship.

Dike, a frail seven-year-old, wakes up each morning with a sense of dread. His chronic asthma, aggravated by the constant presence of oil fumes and soot, leaves him gasping for breath. His mother, Ekaette, watches over him anxiously, her heart heavy with the knowledge that the medicines they need are often too expensive or simply unavailable.

Their home, a modest shack near the once-bountiful river, now stands on contaminated soil. The pungent smell of crude oil pervades the air, a constant reminder of the countless spills that have turned their once pristine environment into a hazardous wasteland. Dike’s playground is a poisoned land, where the soil, slick with oil, can no longer sustain crops. The river, once a source of joy and sustenance, is now a graveyard for fish and a cesspit of disease.

Dike’s condition means he can’t run and play like other children. He spends his days indoors, staring out of the window at the other kids playing, his longing to join them overshadowed by the fear of another asthma attack. School is a distant dream for him; the journey too dangerous, the classroom air too thick with pollution. Each day is a battle, and every breath a victory.

A few miles away lives ten-year-old Patience Odukori, whose vibrant spirit has been subdued by the constant, wrenching cough that racks her body. The whooping cough, untreated due to a lack of medical facilities, has turned her nights into a sleepless ordeal. Her mother, Ibiere, cradles her through the worst of it, but her despair is palpable.

Patience’s life, much like Dike’s, is marred by the environmental degradation that plagues their homeland. The fields where her family once farmed are barren. The oil spills have poisoned the water they drink, and the food they manage to grow is tainted. The village’s only health clinic, a dilapidated structure, is ill-equipped to handle the myriad illnesses brought on by the pollution.

School should be an escape for Patience, a place to dream of a better future. But her persistent cough and the lack of clean air make concentration difficult. Her teachers, though sympathetic, can do little to help. The entire community is trapped in a cycle of poverty and illness, their cries for help lost amidst the apathy of the oil companies and the government.

The Broader Picture

Across the Niger Delta, thousands of children face similar plight. There is no gainsaying the oil spills have created an environment where disease thrives, and hope withers. Insecurity adds another layer of fear to their daily lives. Kidnappings, militancy, and violence are rampant, fueled by anger and desperation.

The rivers, once the lifeblood of the communities, are now symbols of death. Fishing, a primary source of livelihood, is no longer viable. The water, thick with oil, kills the fish and poisons those who dare to consume them. Agriculture, the backbone of rural life, has been crippled. The soil, once fertile, is now a toxic sludge.

For the children affected, growing up is an ordeal of survival. Their dreams are stifled by the harsh reality of their environment. Education, which should be a pathway to a better future, is often disrupted by illness and the need to support their struggling families. The constant exposure to pollution has long-term health implications, with respiratory issues, skin diseases, and other ailments becoming alarmingly common.

From Warri, a cautionary tale

Beyond the damages done to the environment and children’s health, a more worrisome trend subsists in the erosion of childhood innocence and exposure of minors and teens to the illicit. Isichei Adaka presents a very good picture of what a life of crime turns an innocence child into.

Eleven years ago, The Nation first encountered Isichei Adaka, a spirited 14-year-old brimming with life and an almost infectious enthusiasm for a future steeped in crime. Adaka was then a high school dropout, yearning to become a trusted aide to Movado, an oil thief and operator of an illegal artisanal refinery. Today, at 25, Adaka looks like a man in his late 40s. The years have not been kind to him, leaving him with a deep scar running from his left cheek into his upper lip, stained black teeth, and burn marks on his neck and right hand. The ambitious teenager has transformed into a man humbled by time and harsh experiences.

Back then, Adaka’s day began with a ritual. With dark eyes heavy from lack of sleep, he would hobble outside his room to splash cold water on his face. Then, he would pull out a flattened pack of Dunhill cigarettes from his shorts pocket, expertly light one, and watch the smoke spiral into the air. His mornings were also marked by sips of leftover gin and evaporated milk from the night before. By 14, Adaka was already living a life many would deem a fast track to self-destruction.

Every morning, after his cigarette and drink, he would hasten down the road to his workplace with a pace synonymous with his dream. Adaka hoped to become Movado’s most trusted aide. Movado, a nickname derived from his obsession with the designer wristwatch, was once Adaka’s late brother Felix’s most trusted friend and business partner. Felix had died in a road accident while transporting stolen fuel, leaving Adaka to fend for himself.

Without anyone to pay his school fees and no care from his father’s brothers, Adaka found himself under Movado’s wing. At Movado’s command in Ekpan, Warri South Local Government Area, Adaka’s official role was “Executive Assistant,” though in reality, he was an errand boy. He bought food, washed cars, and purchased cigarettes and liquor for Movado, earning N1,500 daily.

Despite his menial tasks, Adaka idolised Movado, dreaming of the day he could join the ranks of his trusted sidekicks and revel in the nightlife at ‘House 99,’ Movado’s favourite private nightclub.

The youthful exuberance and dreams of wealth and power have long faded. Today, Adaka’s face tells a different story. The deep scar, blackened teeth, and burn marks are physical reminders of a life of peril and hardship. The once-ambitious teenager now speaks with a tone of regret and caution. “When I have my kids, I won’t raise kids in this place. My children won’t live in Ekpan. Maybe be Abuja or Lagos. But not Ekpan. Not Warri. They won’t suffer what I suffered,” he said, evidently in stark contrast to his earlier enthusiasm for the very lifestyle that has left him so visibly scarred.

Adaka’s story is markedly different from the others but it projects the familiar telltale of a promising life severely hampered and harangued by social and institutional failures. Each child’s story presents bits and pieces of a familiar jigsaw in the heartrending story of the Niger Delta.

The misery and resentment in their eyes are at once embalmed and fired by intense passion to survive against all odds. Impressionable kids like Adaka, Erotse and many others are weaned into a culture of antipathy and self-preservation that values ethnic brotherhood and survival instincts above any other consideration.

Thus it is no strange sight to see and hear them engage in bitter banter and launch umbrage at Nigerians from other parts of the country, particularly the ruling class from other ethnic divides. Tirelessly spotting an “Us” versus “them” mentality, Adaka, for instance, condemned Nigeria’s insensitivity to their plight and the country’s desperation to plunder Niger Delta’s God-given resources for free.

Plight of the Niger Delta kid

Despite generating immense profits for governments and multinational oil companies, oil exploitation in the Niger Delta has ravaged local communities, stripping them of a decent life and livelihood and leaving a trail of bloodshed and hardship. This oil-rich region has become a tangled web of socio-economic, political, and environmental dysfunction.

Environmental degradation, poor local governance, and social instability take a grievous toll on the native population. The neglect of infrastructure, often justified by the challenging terrain, has exacerbated access to basic services like electricity, safe drinking water, roads, and healthcare—amenities taken for granted in many other parts of the country.

In the face of such neglect, many turn to violence and conflict as a desperate means of survival. However, this persistent conflict, while partly a response to poor human development, also entrenches it, creating a stubborn barrier to the region’s socioeconomic growth. Today, the Niger Delta is a melting pot of frustration, shattered dreams, and deep-seated mistrust.

Years of conflict and neglect have fostered a siege mentality, particularly among the youth, who feel condemned to a future without hope. In their desperation, they channel their grief into dissent, forming gangs that have evolved from organized protests against oil companies to violent clashes within their own communities. These irate youth groups operate illegal refineries and sabotage oil production, endangering communal life and hurting the economy through the loss of vital foreign exchange needed for national development. Blown pipelines disrupt the supply of crude oil, leading to shortages and sudden spikes in oil prices.

In Amarata and Yenagoa in Bayelsa State, Warri in Delta State, and Rumuekpe in Rivers State, reported cult wars illustrate the region’s dire situation. Gangs armed with guns and machetes battle for control, leaving scores dead and entire neighborhoods in ruins. These violent clashes, initially targeted at foreign oil firms and their expatriate workers, now terrorize fellow natives perceived to be better off. Kidnapping for ransom has also become a grim fascination among the youth, painting a bleak portrait of a region caught in a vortex of social and human crisis.

Lives are lost, investments plummet, and sustainable jobs vanish. The response to violence often means more violence, unleashed randomly on unsuspecting communities or oil workers. Whole villages are destroyed, and their inhabitants displaced over disputes that could have been amicably resolved. This cycle of violence severely hampers the life chances of children, keeping them out of school and further constraining human and social capital.

There are concerns that unscrupulous politicians and political organizations benefit from this violence, allegedly sponsoring some youth gangs. However, amidst the complex dynamics of the Niger Delta’s degradation and violence, the disruptions in Nigeria’s oil production have garnered the most attention, leading to the region’s designation as a terrorist enclave. This depiction, according to Dr. Sofiri Joab-Peterside of the Center for Advanced Social Science (CASS) in Port Harcourt, Rivers State, suffers from a flawed analysis of the underlying forces driving the violence. The Niger Delta’s crisis is not just about oil; it’s about the deep-rooted neglect and systemic failure that has left its people in despair.

The ills of dangerous exposure

Cultural values and morals have been thrown overboard as many youths embrace an inordinate quest to get rich with minimal sweat. They are caught in a destructive cycle fueled by the allure of quick wealth. Rampant kidnapping and cultism are symptoms of this trend, as many young people shun education and hard work in favour of illicit gains.

Traditional trades are neglected, with skilled labour often outsourced to foreigners. This explains why in budding Niger Delta towns where there is an increasing need for artisans of sorts, you seldom find the youth learning new skills or trades. In Yenagoa, Bayelsa State, for instance, you rarely find native youths among automobile mechanics, masons, carpenters, electricians, tailors, cobblers, blacksmiths, goldsmiths, plumbers etc, despite the increasing need for the services these craftsmen render.

These services and the opportunities they provide get eventually occupied by foreigners who end up training more non-natives to fill these needs. Oil companies worsen the problem by prioritising bribery over community development, leaving local youth reliant on handouts instead of pursuing meaningful careers.

This cycle perpetuates poverty and underdevelopment in the region, with little hope for positive change unless the root causes are addressed.

 Most of the companies responsible for these acts of degradation are not always willing to attend to the plight of the communities because they think that the demands of the communities are outrageous; they are more amenable to assuaging a powerful and influential individual or group in the community, usually the youth, whose demands most often in monetary terms – they find bearable.

This attitude promotes further agitations by other factions, like the one currently engulfing Rumuekpe, in Emohua Local Government Area (LGA) of Rivers State. Such rivalry often result in clashes of diverse magnitude. Communities that have suffered such fate include Okurekpo in Ethiope East Local Government Area, Evwreni in Ughelli South Local Government Area, both in Delta State and Nembe in Bayelsa State. Worse still is the fact that between 1996 till date, intra and inter-communal clashes have arisen or been fuelled due to this practice. Notable among these conflicts are those of Igbogene community in Yenagoa LGA in 1996, Bassambari and Ogbolomabiri in Nembe LGA also in 1996 and

Odioma community in Nembe LGA in 2005.

The real story, according to a senior European oil expatriate in the Niger Delta, is that many oil companies spend more money on bribe and corruption than on community development projects. With so much money being given by the oil companies to individuals and youth groups, it becomes understandable why opting for modern/relevant skills acquisition becomes

a problem for the average Niger Delta youths.

A call for change

The plight of children across the Niger Delta, is a blunt reminder of the human cost of environmental degradation. Efforts to address the oil spills have been slow and insufficient. As Nigeria joins the world in celebrating the International Children’s Day tomorrow, Monday, May 27, the imperative to prioritise the health, safety and future of Niger Delta children alongside the wellbeing of their peers in other parts of the country.

“Clean-up operations, healthcare facilities, and educational support are urgently needed over here. Both the local and federal governments must cooperate with community leaders and the youths to eliminate the challenges triggered by the hazardous activities and misdeeds of multinational oil companies in the Niger Delta. The government must also work with stakeholders to fund and implement policies and schemes driven to empower the youths. These would make crime unappealing to them,” said Comrade Josiah Emmanuel, a retired geologist and civil rights activist. Emmanuel said if these measures are implemented, the future will be bright for a lot of children in the creeks and urban areas of the Niger Delta.

Until then, they will live at the mercy of Shell and other oil companies.

For Amadi. Aleke, Patience and others, the dream of a carefree childhood is just that—a dream. Their reality is a daily struggle against the toxic legacy of oil spills, a fight for survival in a region, where the future looks as bleak as the polluted horizon. Niger Delta, once a place of promise, now stands as a testament to the devastating impact of environmental degradation by corporate and communal actors.

Some would call it a conurbation of ruins, a reminder that the cost of progress can sometimes be measured in the death of a child and loss of innocence.

PHOTO CREDIT: Artey Odjidja, George Osodi, Archives

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