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Ambassador Hoy

H.E. Ambassador Seán Hoy became Ireland's Ambassador to Nigeria in September 2014. He is also Ireland's Ambassador to Côte d'Ivoire, Ghana and the Economic Community of West African States, (ECOWAS) as well as the Ambassador-designate of Ireland to Senegal. 

Sean Hoy, Ambassador of Ireland to Nigeria

  • Welcome Message
  • Ambassador's Biography
  • Ambassador's Blog 2018
  • Ambassador's Blog 2017
  • Ambassador's Blog 2016

Welcome Message

Welcome message form the Ambassador

As Ireland's fifteenth Ambassador to Nigeria, I am very pleased to welcome you to our website which, I hope, contains all the information you need on our role and activities and the services we offer.

Nigeria was the location of Ireland's first Embassy in Africa and the Government of Ireland continues to attach great importance to the bilateral relations between our two states. Many Irish people will already be very familiar with Nigeria. Some 40,000 Nigerians live in Ireland where they make a vibrant contribution to our economy and society. People-to-people ties have always been strong and date back to the first half of the 19th century when Irish missionaries first came to Nigeria. While their numbers today are less, the Embassy is constantly reminded of the contribution which Irish missionaries made to the education of Nigerian men and women. Many prominent Nigerians, including the First Foreign minister, the Honourable Jaja Wachuku, were educated in Ireland.

Last September, I arrived in Nigeria and was delighted to present my credentials to H.E. President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan. The intervening months have been exceptionally busy and I have been fortunate to have already visited Adamawa, Enugu, Kogi, Lagos, Nasarawa, Niger and Plateau states and to have witnessed peaceful elections. Over the coming months and years I hope to visit as many states as possible and to meet our Irish citizens there.

I am also privileged to be Ireland's Ambassador to Ghana. Ireland and Ghana have a long history of friendship. One of our former Government ministers, the late Conor Cruise O'Brien, served as the Vice Chancellor at the University of Ghana in the early 1960s. I was very pleased to present my credentials to H.E. President John Mahama on 28 November and to visit again for the President's New Year Greetings to the diplomatic corps - though I am still recovering from watching Ghana lose on penalties in the AFCON semi-final.

Ireland's relationship with ECOWAS is more recent. I presented credentials to the President of the ECOWAS Commission, H.E. President Kadré Desiré Ouédraogo, on 28 October 2014 and look forward to developing that relationship. I hope to also have the opportunity to visit Senegal in the near future and present my credentials to H.E. President Macky Sall.

In the coming months, I look forward to engaging with Irish citizens in our countries of accreditation and to contributing to a closer relationship between Ireland and West Africa.

The Embassy staff join me in the hope that visitors to this website will find it useful. We intend to update the site regularly and provide additional content on our countries of accreditation, as well as the history and activities of the Embassy. You can also follow us on Twitter. We very much welcome your feedback - simply use the "Contact Us" section to email your suggestions for improvements.

Thank you for your visit.

Seán Hoy
Ambassador


Teachtaireacht fáilte ón Ambasadóir

I mo cháil mar chúigiú hAmbasadóir déag na hÉireann chun na Nigéire, tá áthas orm fáilte a chur romhat chuig ár suíomh gréasáin, ina bhfuil súil agam go bhfaighidh tú gach eolas atá uait faoin ról atá againn, na gníomhaíochtaí a dhéanaimid agus na seirbhísí a chuirimid ar fáil.

Is sa Nigéir a bhí an chéad Ambasáid de chuid na hÉireann san Afraic agus cuireann Rialtas na hÉireann tábhacht mhór go fóill leis an gcaidreamh déthaobhach idir an dá stát seo againne. Tá aithne mhaith ag a lán daoine de mhuintir na hÉireann ar an Nigéir cheana féin. Tá isteach is amach le 40,000 de mhuintir na Nigéire ina gcónaí in Éirinn, agus iad ag déanamh cion bríomhar ar son ár ngeilleagair agus ár sochaí. Ba láidir riamh iad na ceangail idir daoine aonair, agus téann siad siar chomh fada leis an chéad leath den 19ú haois nuair a tháinig misinéirí Éireannacha go dtí an Nigéir ar dtús. Cé nach bhfuil an oiread misinéirí Éireannacha sa tír anois, cuirtear i gcuimhne don Ambasáid go minic an cion mór a rinne siad maidir le hoideachas a chur ar fhir agus mná Nigéaracha. Tá a lán Nigéarach a bhfuil ainm in airde orthu, lena n-áirítear an Chéad Aire Gnóthaí Eachtracha, an tOnórach Jaja Wachuku, ar cuireadh oideachas orthu in Éirinn.

I mí Mheán Fómhair seo caite, tháinig mé chun na Nigéire agus ba chúis áthais dom mo chuid dintiúr a chur i láthair a Shoilse an tUachtarán Goodluck Ebele Jonathan. Bhí na míonna atá imithe tharainn ó shin thar a bheith gnóthach, agus ar an dea-uair bhí an deis agam cheana féin cuairt a thabhairt ar stáit Adamawa, Enugu, Kogi, Lagos, Nasarawa, Niger agus Plateau, agus toghcháin shíochánta a fheiceáil ar bun. Thar na míonna agus na blianta amach romhainn, tá súil agam cuairt a thabhairt ar an oiread stát is féidir agus bualadh leis na saoránaigh Éireannacha atá iontu.

Tá sé de phribhléid agam freisin a bheith ag fónamh mar Ambasadóir na hÉireann chuig Gána. Seanchairde is ea Éire agus Gána. Fear a bhí ina aire Rialtais dár gcuid tráth, Conor Cruise O'Brien, nach maireann, d'fhóin sé mar Leas-Seansailéir in Ollscoil Ghána go luath sna 1960í. Bhí áthas orm mo chuid dintiúr a chur faoi bhráid a Shoilse an tUachtarán John Mahama ar an 28 Samhain agus cuairt eile a thabhairt ar an tír i gcomhair Bheannachtaí na hAthbhliana ón Uachtarán don chór taidhleoireachta – cé nach bhfuilim tagtha chugam féin fós tar éis dom Gána a fheiceáil buailte ar bhonn ciceanna éirice i gcluiche leathcheannais AFCON.

Is le blianta beaga anuas atá caidreamh na hÉireann le ECOWAS faoi bhláth. Chuir mé mo chuid dintiúir faoi bhráid Uachtarán an Choimisiúin ECOWAS, a Shoilse an tUachtarán Kadré Desiré Ouédraogo, ar an 28 Deireadh Fómhair 2014 agus táim ag tnúth leis an gcaidreamh sin a threisiú. Tá súil agam go mbeidh an deis agam freisin cuairt a thabhairt ar an tSeineagáil go luath amach anseo agus mo chuid dintiúr a chur i láthair a Shoilse an tUachtarán Macky Sall.

Sna míonna amach romhainn, táim ag súil le dul i mbun rannpháirtíochta le saoránaigh Éireannacha inár dtíortha creidiúnaithe agus cur le caidreamh níos dlúithe idir Éire agus Iarthar na hAfraice.

Tá súil agam féin agus ag foireann na hAmbasáide go mbainfidh tú tairbhe as an suíomh gréasáin seo. Tá sé i gceist againn an suíomh a nuashonrú go rialta agus tuilleadh ábhair a chur ar fáil faoinár dtíortha creidiúnaithe, mar aon le stair agus gníomhaíochtaí na hAmbasáide. Is féidir leat muid a leanúint ar Twitter freisin. Ba bhreá linn aiseolas a fháil uait – níl le déanamh ach leas a bhaint as an rannóg 'Déan Teagmháil Linn' chun do chuid moltaí i dtaobh feabhsuithe a chur ar an ríomhphost chugainn.

Go raibh maith agat as do chuairt.

Seán Hoy
Ambasadóir

Ambassador's Biography

Ambassador's Biography

H.E. Ambassador Seán Hoy took up duty as Ireland's Ambassador to Nigeria, Ghana, Senegal and the Economic Community of West African States (ECOWAS) on 3 September 2014. He presented his credentials to the Nigerian President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan GCFR, on 30 September 2014; to the President of the ECOWAS, H.E. President Kadré Desiré Ouédraogo, on 28 October 2014; and to the President of Ghana, H.E. President John Mahama, on 28 November 2014.

Ambassador Hoy was born in County Fermanagh in 1964. He received a Bachelor of Agriculture degree from Queen's University Belfast, a Master degree from the University of East Anglia and entered the Department of Foreign Affairs & Trade in 1990. Ambassador Hoy has served in a number of interesting and challenging posts at home and abroad. He was instrumental in launching Ireland's Africa Strategy and in developing the annual Africa Ireland Economic Forum. His previous assignments have included: Head of Development at the Embassy of Ireland in Viet Nam, Chargé d'Affaires at the Embassy of Ireland in Mozambique and Deputy Head of Mission at the Embassy of Ireland in Uganda. Prior to joining the Department, he worked in Sudan with an Irish overseas development agency.

During his Abuja assignment, Ambassador Hoy is particularly keen to maintain the already strong relations between Ireland and Nigeria, develop stronger bilateral ties with Ghana and Senegal and to strengthen trade links. Irish companies in the agri-food telecommunications and financial services sector in particular have targeted emerging markets across West Africa. 

Ambassador Hoy is married to Susan and has three children. He speaks Portuguese and is learning French.

 

Ambassador's Blog 2018

Ambassador's Blog - February 2018

Letter from Lagos

Letter from Lagos

It is only a short boat ride from Victoria Island to Makoko. In the space of twenty minutes you leave the “Singapore of Nigeria” with its high-rise banks and tech firms to reach a floating, densely populated, township. The night before, we met with the Captains of Industry, all educated overseas who had travelled back to Lagos to make it their home. They rightly describe themselves as proud Lagosians.

Over dinner, I remarked that the Third Mainland Bridge linking Lagos with the islands, at 11.8 kilometres was only two kilometres short of the narrowest point between Europe and Africa. It is an amazing gently curving suspended structure that links the relative wealth of the islands with the rest of the population. It rises high above twenty million people. Four years ago, Nigerian doctors saved the country from an Ebola outbreak as they gave their lives at the frontline when dealing with a transit passenger at the airport. Few disagree that if Ebola had have spread in Lagos, we might be dealing with still.

The talk over dinner was light banter, a conundrum was on the horizon. For the deeply Christian population, the fact that Ash Wednesday and Valentine’s Day fall together is a small embarrassment. Some will celebrate Valentine’s Day on Tuesday, others had not decided yet. Two years ago, I was in Calabar on Ash Wednesday, when thousands came for ashes. The Priests told us that everybody comes for ashes, not just the Christians but also local Muslims and many non-believers. Ashes are much older than religion in these parts were superstition is rife.

In the eleven kilometre traffic jam, young students in bright red Valentine polo shirts are handing out pamphlets offering 14% discount. This is to mark the day in the month of love. One pamphlet boasts a discount to buy an apartment in a newly reclaimed area of Lagos. An extreme Valentine present perhaps but in a city where everything is possible, somebody just might wake up to a red rose and the plans of a new home.

The visit to Makoko was organised by the Lagos Field Society as an opportunity to share diverse cultures and in this case, habitats of Nigeria. If you searched Makoko online, you would see it described as an “urban slum”. This is not reflected in a population, at once at ease with itself. It was Sunday morning and as we passed through narrow channels in a pirogue, we drifted silently through normal life. A family, all donned in white, on their way to church. Gospel singing in the background, boats full of people in their Sunday best, vibrant colours, loud and proud. 

In Makoko, a new home can be built if the local chief awards a plot. Most dwellings seem to be knocked together with drift wood and whatever can be salvaged from the sea. Our guide beams with pride and opens his arms wide to tell us, “the air is fresh here, we live on fresh fish, we are fresh people!”

Ambassador's Blog 2017

Ambassador's Blog - December 2017

Letter from Maiduguri

In a city surrounded by the Nigerian military, where we travel in armoured cars, you assume to know what protection means. Threats are considered external. But for women, protection is against men, mostly. Every woman has a baby, even if there are few men about. I had a rare opportunity to meet with two sisters last week. They have contrasting stories and because of failure to protect them, they have different futures. I never asked their names so let us call them Zaida and Miriam. The rest is how they told it.

We sat on chairs in a makeshift room that was two metre square. Twenty women sat on the floor. My instinct was to sit on the floor and look each one in the eye as we spoke. I was advised that this would not be appropriate. From the chair I assumed the position of judge which I wanted to avoid. We opened with easy questions asking where each had come from. It was obvious that Zaida was distressed having more to say. Last week, while collecting firewood a few miles from town, her fourteen year old son was abducted. She is distraught. She wrings her knuckles as she speaks. She is not sharing, she is begging for help.

We move to another room to speak where she will not be disturbed. There are three babies sleeping on a mat of green plastic. The structure is made of white canvas stretched over a wooden frame. The floor is poured concrete that can be washed down. There are two flaps that open to let in air. Zaida asks for these to be shut, to close out the small curious boys who stretch to look in at us. Her story is one of pain upon pain. She is covered from head to toe in donated material, a plain blue smock that covers her ears and throat over loose trousers made from a colourful pattern that might have been cut for curtains.

Three years ago, her home town was overrun at four in the morning. Her husband, her father and her uncle were all killed before her. She fled wearing the clothes she slept in. She ran with four children, she was four months pregnant running in the dark. They slept in the forest for days before reaching another town where they took shelter. After three months and a further attack, they ran again. After three attempts, they reached Maiduguri.

There is confusion in the story regarding a brother that was forced to join the rebels. It is then clarified that it was her sister who was taken by a rebel as a war bride. Her younger sister who has since escaped when her husband was away on a raid. Her sister who turned up in Maiduguri to find Zaida five months ago and was turned over to the military by her own people as they knew she had been with the rebels. Her sister Miriam has just been released after five months in prison where she was held with her children.

Zaida shares that her sister is isolated and rejected by the community. She is in the camp and after a while joins us. Miriam tells us that she is twenty and she has her youngest with her, born in the prison a few months ago and possibly the reason for her recent release. Miriam was captured following a raid when one of the attackers knew her from her village and followed the family to take her. A young man suddenly empowered to take what he wanted.

Miriam does not look us in the eye, she knows only her local language and Zaida translates our questions. Miriam is nursing a baby boy born of a rebel and rejected by everyone else. Zaida her older sister, cares for them. Zaidi is reeling from the recent loss of her son. At fourteen, he is the age when the rebels turn captured boys into killers. She says nothing more but we know she fears the worst.

Ambassador's Blog - September 2017

Letter from Nsukka

The gates of Nsukka University, built in the tradition of great houses of learning, are casually manned this Sunday morning. The first time I passed through these gates was in February 2016, using the University as a short cut to the funeral of an Irish priest, Fr Charles Newell.  Today, we have more time to absorb the campus with its mix of traditional pre-independence buildings and the glitzy foreign funded centres under construction. Those familiar with the books of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie will associate Nsukka campus with war, suffering, young love and the struggle for identity.

American academic Dr Nathan Suhr-Systma, was a guest speaker in the Embassy a few weeks ago and spoke of the links between poets in Ireland and postcolonial literature in Nigeria. In Nsukka, Donatus Nwoga was once Professor of African Literature. A classmate of Seamus Heaney in Queens University Belfast in the 1950s, Nwoga, the first editor of the student literary magazine “Gorgon” was almost certainly the first person to publish Heaney. Following his death in 1991, Heaney wrote a tribute poem published in The Independent on Sunday,

“A Dog Was Crying Tonight in Wicklow Also” is a tribute not only to Donatus but to the Igbo tradition, borrowing heavily on a local legend and a reworking of The Toad, a story included in the Origin of Life and Death, a compilation of African creation stories.  The poem talks about man’s attempts to cheat death;

“When human beings found out about death

They sent the dog to Chukwu with a message:

They wanted to be let back to the house of life.

They didn’t want to end up lost forever

Like burnt wood disappearing into smoke

Or ashes that get blown away to nothing”.

The poem, according to Suhr-Systma, is an example of literary border crossing, in this case between Nigeria and Ireland. My second visit to Nsukka is, in fact, to meet a man, who has cheated death. He is a tailor who has lived for many years among men on Death Row in the prison in nearby Enugu. He is free because of an organisation established by Fr Charles. The Carmelite Prisoners’ Interest Association CAPIO last weekend celebrated its Silver Jubilee and continues to provide hope and dignity to condemned men and women in Nigeria. The Embassy agreed to provide a modest grant of €1,000 for every person released, following a strict vetting procedure by CAPIO. The funds are used to set up former prisoners in business and to help them reintegrate back into society. After a visit to the tailor’s shop, open especially for us on a quiet Sunday morning, he invites us back to his house.

It is just past ten in the morning and we are presented with the traditional kola nut of the Igbo people and locally produced palm wine. The wine is in a jug plugged with straw. There is an assumption is that we will polish it all off in a single sitting. We decline of course, because of the early hour and number of other appointments ahead of us. We settle for soft drinks and nibble on the bitter kola. In Nigeria, the television is always turned on to welcome guests and to null the embarrassment of silence.

In this part of Nigeria, where every white man is assumed to be a priest, people are quietly bemused by Susan who sits by my side. The shyness ends when the tailor’s mother joins us and once she realises why we have come, shares the sober reality that a year ago, this meeting could never have taken place. There are many prayers and mumbled thanks, more kola and a suggestion that we open more palm wine. In truth, there is very little said, few quotes to shape into a poem. There are a lot of glances, curious and shy. The children are paraded to greet the guests. His mother is staring into the middle distance, lost for words. These are Christian people and their church has delivered for them. Fr Ambrose Ekeroku of CAPIO, in his humble brown robes is a light in their lives.

On the back seat of the car between Susan and I, is a black plastic bag containing matching Igbo outfits that the tailor had made for us. When we tried them on outside his house for a photograph, we were stirred by the fact that they had fitted us perfectly. We had met the tailor only once before in Abuja at the farewell for our colleague Eoghan McSwiney. The tailor who struggled to look us in the eye, was all the time looking beyond and when we were not looking, he was busy measuring us up.

As we return through the University gates, I imagine Heaney and Nwoga reunited, sitting under a tree on the campus sharing the kola and palm wine. With infectious good humour, they are plotting a new poem on cheating death. The sheer giddiness of a man who has escaped Death Row and now walks free, drives them on. Heaney, a lover of words wants to include a reference to “border crossing” as a private joke.  Nwoga is buzzing about the proud place that Nigerian writers hold in African Literature today, and maybe tonight in Wicklow also.

 

Nsukka

September 2017

Ambassador's Blog - May 2017

Letter from Gambara Ngala

As we approached the far north east corner of Nigeria, a fellow passenger suggested that we should catch a glimpse of Lake Chad. He mused that the Lake, once the sixth largest in the world, was now only one twentieth the size it was in the 1960's. As we flew in low, we crossed miles and miles of bare ground, cleared, levelled and drained for irrigation. From above, the sun bleached concrete structures look like the broken skeleton of some massive life now extinct.

From the sheer scale, you get a sense of the place this once was. High science and endless water must have made this an irrigated paradise.  Today, it is all on hold, a symptom of the war being raged by Boko Haram. As we touch down, I can only think of that grey area between symptoms and causes, poverty and war.

The day then takes its own momentum. I am warmly welcomed by the Commander before we go to visit a camp of seventy thousand displaced people. The clumsy weight of my security entourage drags through the clearing ahead as people move to let us pass. I fumble to pocket my bottle of water as we pass hundreds of women standing in the sun queuing for food. Those who arrive with basic items are refugees returning from Cameroon, those who have nothing have come from the forest escaping the conflict. Nobody is in a good place.

Everybody is tasked with the impact of the approaching rains, the need for drainage in the camp and the shortage of potable water. Small boys push handcarts a few kilometres to the one deep sweet- water well.  Nearby, the houses built for the foreign workers who once managed the huge irrigation schemes are locked and empty. There are rumours that they will soon return. Priorities are always determined by funding. Different agencies do different things. Everybody is busy. There is no shortage of goodwill here.

Hours later, back at the command centre we gather our thoughts. We discuss the challenges, what is being achieved and what needs to be done. It takes a special type of person to work like this, always against the odds. The irrigation schemes may start again one day but life will never be the same. Climate change is irreversible change.

On board again, I rewind the day. In that rapid pass through the camp, we entered a tent from the wrong end. In front of us there were the backs of perhaps twenty boys all standing and chanting out their mathematical tables. They are small, small boys. Their teacher only a few inches taller had watched us come in. We edged through them as they all sat down in respect. Through translation, we learned that the boy teaching was just ten years old.

I never saw the Lake. The rains will bring a chance for some to scratch the land in a corner here and there and grow something to sell. The deep black cotton soils will swell and crack and breathe. For now, the green shoots of hope are not in the fields but in those young boys hungry for knowledge. I wish looking back that we had dignified their teacher by inviting him to stand up with us when I would have bent my knees and looked him in the eye and firmly shook his hand.  

Ambassador's Blog - March 2017

Letter from Minna

The road to Minna is measured in hours not miles. When we asked in Lagos, nobody knew how long it would take. Everyone was of the same mind that it was a journey that they would not make. The closure of Abuja airport for essential repairs, left us with no option other than travel by road. Having already stopped in Ibadan on the way south, Minna was not on the direct road back. It involved mile after mile of slow climbing behind an endless convoy of fuel tankers. Every few miles burned out wrecks stood as testimony that many had not made it.

It took us eleven and a half hours, arriving just before sunset. When I considered that we had only stopped twice for fuel the miles covered were modest. Always looking forward, my Nigerian hosts told me that a hard bed was the best cure after a long journey. After half dozing in the stranglehold of the seatbelt all day, the bed was as comfortable as a night spent sleeping on an ironing board.

The pilgrimage to Minna was at the invitation of the St Patricks Missionary Society for the “Send Forth” of one of their longest serving veterans, Fr Jeremiah D O’Connell, known to us as Father Derry but as “Baba” to the local Nigerians. As St Patrick is also a patron saint of Nigeria, the date had been fixed for months. I had readily agreed to participate and acknowledge a working career that was close to one and a half working lives for a teacher in Ireland.

A Send Forth is more than a farewell. It is more than a send-off. It is graduation to a higher place. Fr Derry is due to retire to Ireland after working for fifty five years in Nigeria. Since 1967 he has been principal of the secondary school in Minna. I was informed by the Bishop that as a special guest, I would have to speak on at least three occasions. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was also trying to justify the hard travelling to get there. Three speeches, on the same day, on the same subject, to the same man! The day started with a special mass celebrated by no less than two Bishops. I was called up for my first address to a huge gathering. I remarked that while Fr Derry had given his life’s work to the people of Minna, he had actually worked in one place for longer than the average lifespan of a Nigerian male. This stirred much chatter in the church (with one journalist noting later, in a proud Nigerian way, that Fr Derry had actually worked for longer than a lifetime in Minna).

The school is in itself the story of religious tolerance in Nigeria. It was opened in January 1965 as St Fatima’s Secondary School with Fr Derry confirmed as principal two years later. In the 1970s when all religious schools were nationalised, it became the Government Secondary School, Minna. This month, the Governor of Niger State has agreed to rename it Fr O Connell Secondary School Minna. When Fr Derry retires, a new Muslim Principal will take over.

It was St Patricks Day away from the usual. It was a celebration of one man who had articulated in his lifetime a lasting bridge between Ireland and Nigeria. The name Fr O Connell is associated with Minna wherever Nigerians are found. I had been asked to pass on greetings from Ghana, from Ibadan and perhaps most memorably from Bama in Borno State, a town destroyed by Boko Haram but now secured by an Army Commander from Minna. Like everywhere in Nigeria, once we had identified a common link, we became brothers and I walked through the IDP camps in Bama, in front of the world media, as the Commander held me warmly by the hand.

The day’s celebrations began to draw to a close as we gathered at the back of the church in an open courtyard where dancing would soon begin. Fr Derry had reportedly gone home to rest as temperatures rose over 38 degrees. The speeches were shorter now. I stood to make my final remarks, when in what can only be described as a cinematic moment, a fully loaded Toyota Corolla swept into the yard in front of me with Fr Derry strapped into the front seat. The restless crowd cheered and clapped as he was escorted to his seat.

We had arranged a small symbol of partnership between our two countries, something very Irish but at the same time African. A local carver had copied a hurley (camán) using local African wood. For a Cork man, a hurley is always special. For a Cork man living in Africa, a mahogany one, maybe more so. The Master of Ceremonies was jiving in front of the cameras as they strained to take a picture not understanding why I was presenting Baba with what looked like a fighting weapon. The MC then read out the small inscription, “Fr O Connell, a Champion for 55 years” and after repeating it a few times, hummed it into a refrain that he then chanted out aloud. The crowd gathered in to dance, as celebrating and standing still in Africa are not possible. As I was escorted by the two Bishops back to the residence for a quick lunch before the last journey of a St Patricks Week that had included five cities and a thousand miles of road, I glanced back to see Fr Derry gripping the hurley, its fullness in his hands possibly taking him back to another St Patrick’s Day so many years ago.

Ambassador's Blog January 2017

Letter from Accra

On Saturday 7th January in the blistering sun, the NPP supporters came out in their red, blue and white. Every route to Independence Square was choked with traffic as some 400,000 Ghanaians made their way to witness the inauguration of President Nana Akufo-Addo. Traditional drummers pounded out a hip swaying beat that seemed to add electricity to the stifled air. Under the canopy, I was jammed in a folding seat hurriedly placed in a passageway. There wasn’t room to roll a sweet in my mouth, yet alone raise my hands to take off my hat for the National Anthem.

This was a truly African affair in sharp contrast to the more sober military formations in Nigeria complete with silver swords and white horses. President Akufo-Addo was inaugurated in traditional Kente attire, radiantly flamboyant for the occasion. He cut a fine contrast with the highly respected Vice President Dr Alhaji Mahamudu Bawumia who favoured the modest white tunic of the Muslim population. President Akufo-Addo was following in his father’s footsteps, a national hero during the independence struggle 70 years ago. He was gracious in his remarks about the outgoing NDC yet determined that Ghana needs a new start, one that brings economic growth to the country and reaches down to rural areas where mass poverty remains entrenched. The President promised to reduce taxes and to provide stimulus for private investors to kick start the economy. He championed the need to focus on youth in every corner of the country. Traditional Chiefs in their distinctive and yet unique attire stood en mass to applaud their new President.

And despite tight security, this is an easily accessible government. At a banquet immediately afterwards for diplomats and visiting dignitaries, Ministers mixed freely as they began the task of building partnerships for the future. The President and the Vice President worked the room shaking hands with everybody and allowed time for each of us to pass on greetings. Ireland is well got in Ghana from the contribution of missionaries and teachers in the development of the country to the warm memories of Dr Conor Cruise O Brien who was the first Vice Chancellor of the University of Ghana after independence.

The leaders of the region came to join the celebration, to welcome Akufo-Addo into the ECOWAS family and to sit en merge and determine next steps as the political crisis in Gambia unwinds. The ECOWAS Chairperson in her remarks urged Gambia to follow the example of Ghana in accepting election results and moving forward. The speeches were short as the banquet room moved up a gear to the distinctive jazz of legendary South African musician Hugh Masekela. In canary yellow, the veteran raised his trumpet and called the party to order. Everybody was dancing as if it was their own wedding day, bumping into each other as the dance floor spilled over. Soon the revellers gave up trying to take selfies as the free moving crowd succumbed to the Africa beat. Masekela was only getting going, at 77, like Africa he seems like he will go on forever.

Ambassador Seán Hoy

09 January 2017

Ambassador's Blog 2016

Ambassador's Blog - November 2016

Letter from Gwoza

When the helicopter blades eventually stop, the first thing you notice is the silence. This is no longer a bustling border town, there are no car horns. There is no traffic other than the military who escort us everywhere. The Mandera Mountains sit to our east and yet there are no birds. This is neither city nor countryside. In 2014, Gwoza was the declared centre of the Boko Haram caliphate, considered easy to defend, destruction began. The hospital was razed, the cars burned to rusty shells. In August this year, wild poliovirus considered eliminated, was confirmed.

Today, this is a garrison town. The Brigadier General is proud of what has been achieved over the past year, an apocalypse averted. The town now secured, is heavily guarded on all sides. We are informed that Gwoza is home to over 37,000 internally displaced people, most are women and children. It is not safe to return to their land to farm. Normal life may be many years away.

We stop at a football stadium walled on three sides. The front wall is being constructed as preparations are underway by the United Nations to build a humanitarian hub that will provide storage for essential food and supplies and safe accommodation for aid workers. During the light banter about football, the Brigadier General informs us that the area was used for public executions. We look around trying to take in the scene and the silence returns.

 But things are improving by the day. International humanitarian agencies are supporting the government, providing shelter, clean water, sanitation and food. At the end of the camp we are led to a programme for traumatised children. Under a large tree, there are two rings, the girls are dancing, lifting their light limbs in the air. The boys are lined up to play “Tug of War”. Somebody whispers in my ear that the children had forgotten how to play. Most could only draw pictures of guns and dead bodies. This is a slow process but every day there is progress. The games are played to the constant claps and chants and the sing-along choruses. The children are singing now. Not all of them, but more and more each day.

This is a place where hope begins again. Maybe the birds will return with the next rains. Everybody is wishing for something. The silence lingers as we leave the camp. As we are escorted back to the helicopter we know that silence is better than the horrors that once filled this place. The sound of children singing is drowning out the gunfire of the past. The blades start to churn and I snap back into the moment watching Gwoza get smaller and smaller. The two circles in the camp merge with the rectangular remains of the burned out houses and the off-square tents as we rise high into the harmattan dust.  

Ambassador Seán Hoy

11 November 2016

Ambassador's Blog - September 2016

Letter from Kano

Arriving in Kano for the first time, two years after beginning my posting in Nigeria felt like a visit to a whole new country. I was invited by His Highness the Emir of Kano, Mohammad Sanusi II to attend the Durbar, the colourful pageant when all 44 local governments participate in a vivid re-enactment of the military parades of the past. This is a distinctly Northern affair.

The Emir welcomed the larger delegation to his court before a privileged few were invited for a private luncheon when the Emir provided a brief history of Kano. Once the largest and most important city in West Africa, Kano was the crossroads for trade. Within the walled city, leather, pottery and metal works were exchanged in return for salt, silks, Islamic books and perfumes.  

Here, life is outdoors, dry and hot but cool in the shade and a welcome respite from the humidity further south. The culture is Islamic and the traditional djellabas prove the smart option as our European suits stick to our backs. Kano is clean, the streets are well laid out and the traditional riders of the Durbar, in their exotic and singular costumes trot by in easy indifference to the modern world. The occasional pair of sunglasses belies the age old tradition, with participants dressing in the costumes of their fathers and grandfathers moving at a steady trot with all hands engaged in holding down their horses through the crowded streets. 

The highlight of the visit was however time spent in the company of His Excellency the Emir. Dressed in traditional costume, it was tempting to be overcome by a feeling that here was a man from another time, out of contact with the modern world. This doubt was immediately dispelled once the Emir engaged with his softly spoken Oxford voice. He is calm and reflective in everything he says, only deviating when he stops to talk about the poor when you can see a lump rise in his throat. The Emir, who was the former Governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria and had previously been Managing Director of one of Nigeria’s largest banks, can talk with authority on the challenges of today while rooting them deep in the historical challenges of Nigeria itself.

As a renowned Islamic scholar and a senior representative of a major faith based organisation, the Emir has taken on the mantle of a civil society leader drawing on his years of office to reflect on what has not worked and where Nigeria must go to face the challenges ahead. Recent press articles have challenged those in authority. This, he believes, is part of his role as someone who once worked in Government and who now spends his days meeting with the poor in his home State of Kano.

The Emir is proud of his early education by Irish missionaries in Jos. He is a scholar who has travelled and absorbed different cultures while holding firm to his own beliefs. He holds an easy court, welcoming contributions and enjoying a healthy exchange of views. He is engaging without confrontation. Such evenings in the tradition of the company of wise men, can go far into the night.

The agenda is perhaps always the same. That Nigeria has yet to meet its full potential is not contested. In these especially tough times, when the oil price crash has resulted in a shortage of foreign exchange that plays havoc with the exchange rate and inflation, there is a lot of talk about diversification. Nigeria has been here before but there is the steady realisation that the good times when petrodollars will rise the tide and float all boats may never return. There is more oil now than before driven by access to new technologies and the desire by countries to secure their own supplies. If ever Nigeria needed a new vision, it is now.

The unspoken assumption, written between the lines of all the analysis of the current plight of Nigeria, is that the answer lies in a return to the recent past when the petrodollars were the life blood of the country. President Buhari has recorded progress against terrorist groups and taken assertive action against the corruption which has bled Nigeria dry. The economy has proven a more complex challenge. Perhaps the most sobering point that the Emir shared was that the challenge that his grandfather faced sixty years ago when he set about industrialising Kano, remains today. The once thriving factories are long abandoned making way to cheap imports. Unemployed youths are on the rise as population growth remains unchecked.  Young men need the dignity of paid labour to contribute to their own development. The impressive Kano Chamber of Commerce acknowledge the challenge and serve as a first contact for potential investors. There is much to do but there are also huge opportunities. Everybody talks about the need to generate power for industrialisation with solar being an obvious winner in Kano. 

While the challenges the Emir outlines may ruffle feathers in some quarters, the burden of moving forward is not placed in the lap of any one institution. It is the shared responsibility for all, for Government, the Chambers of Commerce, civil society, the working man and woman in Nigeria and of course, those of us who represent the international community.

Ambassador Seán Hoy

20 September 2016