his new book, One Day & A Story: Reminiscences of An African
Journalist, veteran journalist and Editor, Dare Babarinsa revealed how
late Newswatch Editor-in-Chief, Dele Giwa died. At the time of Dele
Giwa’s death in 1986, Babarinsa was one of Newswatch’s senior editors.
for 15 years as an Executive Director is now into book publishing. He is
the Chairman and Editor-in-Chief of Gaskia Media Ltd. Below is his
account of how his late boss spent his last minutes.
Dele Giwa, on Sunday October 19, 1986. A day before, one of our
reporters had met me in my residence at Ire-Akari Estate in Isolo, one
of the middle-class suburbs of Lagos, then the Nigeria’s capital city.
He had problems with Giwa, the pioneer Editor-In-Chief of Newswatch,
Nigeria’s leading weekly news magazine, and wanted me to put in a word
for him. He was the Doddan Barracks State House correspondent of
Newswatch and had bungled a sensitive assignment. Angrily, Giwa placed
him on suspension. On Saturday, October 18, he knocked on my door, full
of remorse for his mistake. I promised to see Giwa the following day to
plead his case.
the story of Commodore Ebitu Ukiwe, the Chief of General Staff, CGS, who
was the number two man in the new military junta headed by
Major-General Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida. We were holding the usual
editorial board meeting in Giwa’s office on October 6, 1986, when the
phone rang. We could not hear what the man on the other end was saying,
but by the startled expression on Giwa’s face, it was something shocking
flatly as he replaced the handset. It was decided immediately that we
should get to the bottom of the story and Dele Olojede, a truly
enterprising reporter whom Giwa once described as a “24-carat gold”
journalist, was assigned to write the story. (Olojede was to prove his
mettle later when he became the first African to win the Pultizer Prize
for journalism as a practising journalist in the United States) He was
to co-ordinate the reports from Doddan Barracks, the seat of the
Babangida junta and tap other sources as usual in Newswatch. The meeting
ended and we all dispersed. At about 3 p.m., the Doddan Barracks
correspondent strolled in casually and peeped into the Editor-In-Chiefs
which was already now on the airwaves. Giwa was convinced that the
correspondent had not been to Doddan Barracks that morning. For lying
and for absconding from duty, Giwa decided to place him on suspension.
It was his case therefore that I felt obliged to carry to Giwa that
Sunday for the reporter was an enterprising and promising young man. I
decided not to go in the morning, promising that I would go after the
Newswatch. That was when we got fresh copies of our magazine, which
would be on sale throughout the country the next day. After lunch, I
decided to drive to the office, pick my copy, and after that head
straight to Giwa’s house. My friend, Paul Okomayin, a banker and
accountant, who was also my neighbour at Isolo, was spending his Sunday
afternoon with me. I drove my Volkswagen beetle car in a high mood to
the office, accompanied by Okomayin who was an avid reader of Newswatch.
knew something had happened, but could not fathom what it could be.
Maybe, the security agents, irked by some of the critical writings in
the magazine, had decided to seal up the premises. Cars were parked on
both sides of the road. There were many journalists and photographers.
The atmosphere was eerily quiet and people seemed to be walking on
tiptoes. My heart was literally in my mouth.
Olojede, who was very close to Giwa, was among the reporters in Giwa’s
office, which had now been converted into something like the Situation
Room. Olojede was unusually calm. He was working on the telephone,
contacting all the country newspaper houses, the directors of Newswatch
and top members of the Nigerian society. I was told that Giwa’s corpse,
mashed and mangled by the bomb, was lying at First Foundation Hospital,
Opebi Road, Ikeja, one of the high-class private clinics in Lagos.
Funmi, his wife, had carried him there.
study with Kayode Soyinka, Newswatch London Correspondent. Soyinka had
spent the night with the Giwas. It was usual for several journalists,
especially some of those who worked with Giwa at the Daily Times and
Concord, to come over for early morning chat. It would also provide the
opportunity to get the fresh copies of the magazine. But that morning,
only Soyinka was around with Giwa. At about 11.30. Funmi brought
breakfast for the duo in the study. It was usual for Giwa to have meal
with Aishat, his young daughter on his lap. But Aishat, was busy that
morning in another part of the house. Giwa and Soyinka were busy with
their meal when the security man at the gate gave Billy, Giwa’s 19-year
old son; a parcel which he said was brought to the gate by a dispatch
rider on a motorbike. Giwa examined the parcel. It bore the inscription,
“From the office of the C-in-C” which he quickly interpreted to mean
the Commander-in-Chief. The big envelope also had the Seal of the
remarked. He examined the envelope, which was addressed to “Chief Dele
Giwa,” though Giwa was not a chief. Giwa was not apparently surprised
that the Presidency had sent him an envelope. The Presidency had done
that before, often envelopes containing documents, which the junta felt
the press ought to be informed about. An old Olympia typewriter was
sitting on Giwa’s working desk while Soyinka sat on the other side.
Suspending his meal, Giwa decided to open the parcel with a penknife. He
placed the parcel on his lap, drawing slightly back from the table. He
never completed that task. A thunderous explosion filled the room. The
table disappeared. The typewriter was mangled as if by a giant cosmic
neighbourhood shook. The iron burglary proof on the study window was
mangled and the books that lined the shelves started burning. Giwa,
frontiersman of Nigeria’s new journalism, had become the first Nigerian
victim of a parcel bomb attack.
immediately comprehend the origin of the explosion. She thought one of
the air conditioners in the house had exploded, an altogether not
unusual happening in Nigeria with its erratic public power supply. She
rushed to the sitting room and realised that smoke was coming from the
study. She rushed there only to be confronted with a scene from hell.
She screamed. As she was entering the room, Soyinka, reeling from shock,
was staggering out of the room. The thick smoke did not allow her to
see her husband immediately. After 20 seconds that seem to last
eternity, she was able to see her husband crouched in a corner.
“They have killed me!” From his thigh down to his feet he had been
mashed and mangled as if he was run over by a 24-ton truck. Funmi was
overwhelmed by the smell of burning flesh; her husband’s flesh. She made
an attempt to carry him. Realising that was impossible; she decided to
drag him to the sitting room. As he was being dragged, his path was
crimson with blood and littered with broken flesh. Some neighbours, not
really sure what had happened, had moved into Giwa’s household. They
helped Funmi and Billy to lift him on top of the dinning table. One of
the neighbours came in with a Volkswagen Kombi delivery van. Giwa was
taken into the back of the van with Funmi at his side and driven to
First Foundation Hospital. Giwa was still conscious when he got to the
Ajayi, the proprietor of the hospital. The medical team realised that he
had lost too much blood and was in acute shock. They gave him several
injections to control the outflow of blood. But Giwa was on his way out.
He died at 12.27 P.M, barely one hour after he received the parcel
course of our lives forever. I was shocked beyond words, seeing many of
my colleagues wailing and in total distress. The atmosphere in the
office confirmed that the news was true. Giwa was dead. Dead!
Terror came to him in the innocent garb of expectation. Everyone looked
eagerly at a letter or an envelope. Who could ever believe that a letter
delivered to someone in the sanctuary of his own home could bring
terror and death? That is the reality of modern living.
Oregun Road (now renamed Kudirat Abiola Way in honour of the heroine who
was assassinated by suspected agents of the General Sani Abacha
dictatorship), in the Ikeja area of Lagos. The building is a 5-story
office complex and Newswatch occupied the first three floors and a part
of the fifth floor, which it used as Board Room and partly for the
lithography and the marketing departments. The library, the accounts and
the audit departments occupied the second floor. Dan Agbese, the
managing editor, also had his office on the second floor. But the centre
of action really was the first floor where Giwa and the three other top
editors had their offices.
production department and the computer department were situated. It was
on this floor that you could feel the profound sorrow and bewilderment
that enveloped everyone.
Lagos lawyer, in the passage by the newsroom on the first floor. He wore
a black trouser and a printed cotton short-sleeve shirt. He looked
know the extent of the horror. He said everyone who wanted, should be
allowed to see Giwa’s mangled corpse. It was on display at First
Foundation and photographers were clicking away at the body. I heard the
tale of horror, but I could never pick up the courage to go to the