Beeb Archive | Little Lagos in Peckham

1 05 2010

Came across this by chance, which every good Briton reading should take note.  For if it can happen here, it can happen anywhere. And when they say happen, it will be with full intent.

The most surprising thing is the blatant encouragement by the BBC on behalf of the Government’s gerrymandering plans.

“Ooh, look.  Peckham is just like home, let’s go there”  Nigerian Bob will say.

Little Lagos in south London

BBC.  Last Updated: Tuesday, 25 January, 2005, 12:42 GMT

In the first of three pieces on his impressions of African immigrant communities in the UK, the former editor of the BBC’s Focus on Africa, Robin White, describes the Nigerian Yorubas of Peckham in south London.

The African immigrants I’ve come across in some two months’ of travelling in England, Wales and Scotland are hard-working, idealistic, and bright – a long way from the popular view portrayed by some in the UK.

And everyone I met that I asked said they wanted to go home. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but – when their countries are at peace, when they’ve made a bit of money, when democracy returns – they will return.

Here are some statistics: Africans in the UK now outnumber West Indians.

In 2003, 41% of all Asylum applications were from Africa. And that’s just the official figures.

Add to these all the illegal immigrants who somehow made it here from the continent, and it’s clear that Africans in the UK are a formidable force.

Yorubatown

It some towns, they’re very visible. Peckham in south London, for instance, looks very like Lagos. I used to live there, and over the past 10 years it has been transformed – into a Yoruba heartland.

Many of the shops are Yoruba owned and you can buy any Nigerian food you want – and it’s fresh from a farm near Lagos.

Nigerian churches and mosques flourish and compete for worshippers.

The successful churches run several Sunday sittings. Newcomers are welcomed with open arms and everyone is given an envelope with instructions on how to donate money for the church’s upkeep.

“Peckham,” I’m told by Yoruba taxi driver Olusola Dixon, “is where the living meet the dead.”

It is where Nigerians can bump into a distant Nigerian cousin who they never even knew was in the UK.

Yorubas, of a certain age, claim to love their culture and their language. And there is lots to love. The language is rich and there are 401 Yoruba deities to be worshipped.

Dying language

The trouble is that many London Yorubas have neglected to pass their traditions on to their children. A few insist on Yoruba being spoken at home, but many have given up the struggle of teaching Yoruba to unenthusiastic children, and English has become the family language.

True, they take their children home on holidays; true, a few surreptitiously slaughter chickens for the deities in their back yards. But basically Yoruba culture and language, as known in Nigeria, are on a steep decline.

Dubi Imevbore, an expert on Yoruba language, deeply regrets this.

He says that if a language dies, so does the human spirit. A people without a culture will lose their self respect, even go mad.

It doesn’t take long to discover that many Nigerians in London shouldn’t be here at all.

Some came on student visas and never went home. Some came on holiday to visit relatives and “missed” the plane back to Lagos. Some smuggled themselves in and have been in hiding ever since.

But being an illegal immigrant is not an easy life. Because they can’t work officially, they have to take the worst paid jobs at very unsociable hours and live in squalid flats – at the mercy of unscrupulous landlords.

Many would like to go home, but they’re ashamed to admit failure to their friends and families back in the motherland.

Effing marvelous.  Instead of lamenting the fact that a little piece of England is lost and has been replaced by an African colony, Dickie the Beeboid celebrates it.  I’m not racist but am certainly cultrist and most definitely territorial.

I mean for the love of God, how anyone can say a culture that endorses ritual sacrifice and ceremonial scarifications is equal to English culture is beyond me.  And those snort “look at our hooligans”, we have laws against that, Nigerians condone their barbarity.

And seeing as the more people who arrive in Peckham means more competition for the available resources and the positive discrimination steps taken to make NuBritons feel extra welcome, no-one can blame me for feeling a little left out.  Afterall, you wouldn’t like to see your neighbourhood slowly resemble a Little Lagos shanty town.

The highlight of this little BBC history is the mention of illegal immigrants who visited their family members yet failed to return home.  And I thought aiding and abetting in a criminal act was a deportation offence.  Not on Labour’s watch, that is for sure, and with the Liberal Democrats offering amnesty and a free ice cream cone to every NuBriton, will only worsen in Camberwell and Peckham.

What hurts the most is the lack of consideration given to MY people.  When did my family have a say in Peckham’s transformation from a mono-cultured community into a multi-faith and multi-tribal Ghetto?

I can understand the shortsightedness of our Idiotic Rulers.  Back in the Old Days, our Politicians could have several mistresses including multiple batardized children, be in league with the French and still get away with it.  Fast forward to today and the Houses of Swine are full of third-rate crooks who would have trouble getting away from a lollipop lady.  If we are to have the Devilish Buggers, at least let us have the best.

Like they don’t even try now.

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2 responses

23 02 2011
Gyavira Lasana

Ran across this article & would like to engage you for article in similar vein for European magazine.
Please reply as soon as possible.
Thanks!

25 02 2011
Jack'd Ripp'd

What exactly would you like to know?

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