Twenty-three years ago, on
October 19, 1986, the sun quite
suddenly set at noon. In the brutal
darkness, we lost Dele Giwa, just
two short years after he and I,
along with two other professional
journalists, launched
On that October Sunday, I was on
leave in
Dele was home on
The news shattered the national
euphoria following the awarding of
the Nobel Prize for literature to
Nigerian writer
Wole Soyinka that October. The
country was shocked by the cruelty
of the killing and the instrument of
death.
Investigations by Dele’s lawyer,
the late Chief Gani Fawehinmi, the
lone campaigner for justice in the
case, revealed that a security
agent, Lt. Col Ajibola Kunle Togun,
interrogated Dele two days before,
and had falsely accused him of
gun-running and planning to
destabilize the government. Dele was
so disturbed by the allegations that
he called Col. Haliru Akilu,
director of military intelligence,
to complain. According to the
investigations, the same Akilu
called Giwa’s wife to ask for
directions to the house on the eve
of his murder. The government
announced that a judicial commission
of inquiry would be set up, but in
the end the commission never came to
be. We passed every tip we received
to the
police and we repeatedly sought
information about their
investigations but at no time did
they inform us of any breakthrough.
We brought the
case before
The murder cast a chill on the
journalistic odyssey that Dele, Ray
Ekpu, Yakubu Mohammed and I set out
on as publishers of a pioneering
newsmagazine whose circulation
peaked at 150,000. The four of us
had made names individually as
editors and columnists of national
dailies and weeklies and
We had no choice but to press on
despite the odds.
Each time that we were tempted to
wallow in self-pity and despair, we
remembered Dele’s mantra:
The pain of losing Dele so early
and so cruelly remains fresh for us.
It stabs us each time we see his
empty space in the office and know
that that space will never be
occupied again. The pain stabs us
each time we see images of his
handsome face and remember his
mangled body. And when we
remember, as we often do, that
the man who delighted in sartorial
elegance and loved life has been
reduced to a memory, our eyes cannot
but well up in tears. Nonetheless,
Dele lives on the pages of
Born To Run, a book
published by journalists Onukaba
Adinoyi-Ojo and
Pulitzer Prize-winning
journalist Dele Olojede on the first
anniversary of his murder.
We are soldiering on, in our own
way, expanding the frontiers of
press freedom even as we bear the
burden of official intolerance and
the fickleness of the Nigerian
public. What we’ve given to the
magazine is our sweat. What Dele
gave to it was his life.
Dan Agbese is editor-in-chief
and co-founder of
Newswatch.

