USELU: A SODDEN SUBURB ON A SLIPPERY SLOPE

USELU: A SODDEN SUBURB ON A SLIPPERY SLOPE

by Eromose Ileso

A picture they say speaks more than a thousand words, so does the bare mention of a place evokes a meaning or description of some sort to the subconscious of many. 

For example, the mention of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil sparks an image of the popular Copacabana beach, so does Paris echoes images of the Eiffel Tower, the mention of Cairo elicits legends of the pyramids, while the River Thames and the Big Ben would forever be associated with London. And landmarks of such nature dots cities across the world by which their identity becomes known.

Conversely, when most cities are mentioned, they evoke positive images, even if not all can boast of such good attributes, but there are some areas that have become forever associated with negativity, that the entire social vices one can conjure up in the books of dark arts are linked with such places. And such is the state of a suburb in the city of Benin City called Uselu.

The mention of Uselu evokes an immediate fright in the minds of those that have had unsavoury experiences there. It used to be a suburb associated with persons who were embolden by the nature of the environment by the way they channeled difficult experiences to positive use to better their lives. 

But those good mannered traits of channeling difficult experience to mold lives are well and truly gone, with the recent trend now a case of teenagers and youths becoming kingpins of cult groups, while firearms is to them, what gloves are to a goalkeeper in a football team.

While Uselu has always been associated with unsavoury things, it has assumed a different dimension in recent years especially with the proliferation of street cult groups over the years.

For a start, Uselu is not just a suburb in the ancient city of Benin; it is one that has a strong historical significance in the annals of the Benin Kingdom. The heir to the throne of Oba of Benin traditionally lives there, and assumes the title of Ediaken of Uselu. Traditionally, there is a rite of passage that is done by the would be Oba in Uselu on a span of land called the Traditional Ground before the Oba assumes the throne, he has to walk through that place to the palace.

With such significance, you would think such a place would be a scenery to behold to anybody, but what is on ground is a place that has itself been forsaken by nature. It is a suburb that is on a slope, but it is not noticeable until it rains.

When the heavens opens, the place becomes a deluge which could easily be described as River Uselu. From the spans through the Benin-Lagos Expressway, through the interior of Anigboro street, Ebo street, Ediaken Primary School road, Second Federal Road (a road that is not passable whether in rainy or dry season, during the rains, it could best be described as a mangrove forest), down to the back of Oluwa Primary School, it is a tale of woes whenever it rains. 

To highlight how bad the situation is, ninety percent of Uselu is always under water when there is heavy downpour.

Yet this is just nature's disservice to that part of the city because of it topography, as well as government insensitivity.

However, that is nature, yet the other part has little to do with nature's script. The street cults, the avalanche of cult related killings, the arm robberies, the burglaries, and all the social vices you can think of are like water you drink in Uselu. To better understand the free reign of the dark acts there, a description of what regularly happens is necessary.

A bus coming from Lagos stopped over at a filling Station in Uselu just a few yards from the popular Uselu Shell, a passenger was to alight there, but before he could get down, the driver went into a rage, "Uselu is a bad and useless place" he said, "my friend was robbed here, and his relative killed." "Why would people stay here" he queried, the person alighting from the bus had to pretend that he does not live in that area. The driver's account is what Uselu is and has become.

For instance, a man was recently shot in front of his house early this month, in trying to prevent being shot in his head he used his right hand as a shield to protect it, as at today he has lost that hand to amputation after the bullets damaged several tissues.

Then there is the robbery incident where everybody was robbed in a house whether phones, money, and all, nothing was spared at 5am, with the robbers all masked, which draw strong lines that they are boys from within the community.

On the other hand, robberies between 7-9pm are regular recurrences. While some are lucky to escape with just being robbed, other robbery incidents have been followed by fatalities.

The number of teenagers and youths who are cultist there are on the increase, flexing of muscles are regular occurrences when there are tensions brewing between cult groups, but you will not see muscles being flexed in a manner befitting a wrestling bout, rather its a case of the person that can fire the first shot from whatever firearm to send their victim to the state of thy Kingdom come. Baby faced teenagers could be mistaken with an air of innocence that paints a picture that they cannot hurt a fly, but in the dark acts, they could be seen turning a male-man into an object of ridicule if care is not taken. 

Whatever the picture paints of the suburb of Uselu, it is one frost with a web of negativity, even the hand of nature has not been kind to that part of the city, neither has the environment being kind to persons that grew up there, this is not to say there are no good mannered people with strong morals there, so also it can be said that good things and good persons have come out of the place, but they are diminishing by the day.

To complicate the state of Uselu, it is a place lacking in government presence despite it being a Local government headquarters. It is a place crying out for a police station to be sited there because of the high crime rate, although there are at least three police stations (Textile Mill Road, Okhoro and New Benin Police stations) that could easily be called upon when there is trouble, due to distance, the deed of the deviants would have been done before they arrive.

The question now is who and what can salvage Uselu from the hands of the deranged and deviants? And can it ever assume a different description to what it is today? As Bob Dylan puts it, the answer my friend is blowing in the winds.