Tag: Remembering

  • Remembering an uncommonly good father:  Jacob Adeniyi Olusunle: 1938 – 2018

    A presidential aide in the Obasanjo/Atiku administration (1999 – 2007) and member of the Nigerian Guild of Editors (NGE), Mr. Tunde Olusunle, in this piece, pays tribute to his late father, Pa Jacob Adeniyi Olusunle, who would have been 80 today.

    He would have been 80 on Friday November 2, 2018.

    We his children were already planning a simple, albeit symbolic commemoration to coincide with that date. He lived a strikingly simple, peculiarly modest and exemplary Christian life and the envisioned event was to reflect these attributes which he worked hard to impact in his offsprings, wards and mentees.

    The plan was to work in conjunction with his church, organise a thanksgiving service in his house in his honour that November 2, 2018 and have as many of his children, grandchildren, relatives and family friends who could make it from their respective abodes at home and abroad, to be in attendance, energizing and electrifying the environment with that kind of noise and buzz, which gratifies the aged.

    Man had his mortal programme, the Almighty Creator had His divine designs.

    Saturday August 25, 2018, less than three months to that milestone, however, Jacob Adeniyi Olusunle, an ordained Pastor of the Christ Apostolic Church, CAC, and my beloved father, breathed his last. That ended the life, career and times of an uncommonly good, distinctly inimitable and exemplary personality. Happily, he did so in the presence of his loved ones who had been with him and by him in the months and weeks preceding his eventual demise.

    Entrepreneur, farmer, clergyman and community leader, Olusunle was the last in the family of five children, born November 2, 1938, by Daniel Arowosegbe and Maria Igunnu Olusunle. Before him were two brothers and two sisters: Moses, Elizabeth, Michael and Janet, in that order.

    His father who was also a Pastor of the CAC and one of the progenitors of Christian evangelism in modern day Okunland in Kogi State, hailed from Isanlu, Yagba East local government area of Kogi State.

    He began his elementary education at the Anglican Primary School, Ijowa, Isanlu in 1945, continued at the Anglican Primary School, Mopo, Isanlu and completed that phase of his education at the Baptist Primary School, Zaria, in present day Kaduna State in 1952. The itinerant character of his early education was understandable since his parents were practicing clergy who moved frequently from one community to another, in the course of missionary work.

    In January 1955, Pastor Olusunle obtained a scholarship into the Government Trade Centre, GTC, Bukuru (an institution that has since been rechristened Government Technical College), in present day Plateau State for his secondary school education, completing his studies in December 1959.

    He led his class convincingly and had a ‘First Class’ endorsement on his certificate. His teachers and instructors regarded him highly as ‘a well rounded student’, given his active pursuit of spirituality as leader of the Christian Students’ Association at GTC, Bukuru; his abiding interest in sports as Vice Captain of the table tennis club and his dogged commitment to his academic pursuit.

    Between 1959 and 1963, he worked as a civil servant in the Ministry of Works of the erstwhile Northern Region in Kaduna, as a Technical Assistant (Hydrological). He was soon head-hunted by the former Northern Nigeria Spinning Company, abbreviated ‘Norspin’, as Trainee Supervisor, from 1963 to 1966.

    With the establishment of its presence in Northern Nigeria to boost agro-care, the primordial Pfizer (now Neimeth) Livestock Feeds Ltd, appointed Olusunle its Mill Supervisor in 1966. By dint of hard work, exemplary carriage, sterling discipline and commitment to duty, he was promoted substantive Mill Manager in 1970, after the Nigerian civil war which he witnessed substantially from his vantage domicile in Kaduna.

    Side by side with his secular engagements, Olusunle took his spiritual development very seriously. His deep involvement in church work was recognised with his ordination as an Elder of the Christ Apostolic Church, CAC, Kaduna, in 1968, when he was just 30 years of age.

    His elevation as Mill Manager of Livestock Feeds Ltd, Kaduna was followed by his redeployment to Aba, in contemporary Abia State, at the heartland of the former East Central State, in the second quarter of 1972, Livestock Feeds Ltd made a foray into the heart of the primordial Midwestern State, establishing an ultra-modern feed mill in Benin City, in present day Edo State. From its crop of young and dynamic managers, the Board of Directors of the company deployed Olusunle to pioneer the setting up and entrenchment of the new concern. He was appointed the substantive Manager, (later redesignated Area Manager), with concurrent responsibility for production, administration, marketing and sales.

    He built the new business branch, located on Sapele Road, Benin City, into a flourishing venture, second only to the Lagos plant, in terms of profitability.

    Having aggregated nearly 15 years of active and eventful service with Pfizer Livestock Feeds Ltd, Olusunle retired voluntarily in 1979, to set up his own privately-owned, small scale feed-milling outfit in Ilorin, Kwara State, as a franchisee of his former employers.

    He christened his agro-based business concern ‘Gladsome Enterprises Nig. Ltd,’ when the company was incorporated, a name which was an agglomeration of the initials of all the names in his nuclear family: his wife, children and himself.

    He always had an entrepreneurial desire and had first established a printing press in Kaduna in 1970 was simply called Emmanuel Printing Press after his first child. The new initiative was to be much more encompassing to reflect his expanding family and accommodate everyone.

    While the business flourished on one hand, the name Gladsome rapidly developed a life of its own, true to its dictionary meaning, a haven of joy and mirth.

    Olusunle’s house located within the physical premises of his business will rapidly become a melting pot where his relatives: nephews, nieces, in-laws, distant acquaintances, children of his friends, friends of his children and more, found happiness and fulfillment under his accommodating, selfless, God-fearing, strict and inspirational guidance, as they variously pursued their education, professional careers and vocations.

    He was a stickler for justice, equity and fairness even in the family. As we his biological grew up with uncles, aunts, cousins, even those unrelated by consanguity, he taught us to subjugate ourselves to age and seniority as ordained by God and practiced in the African context. Even when he was the breadwinner, his own children had to take their place behind older members of the household, like the disciplinarian he was.

    In the course of his service in the private sector, Olusunle attended several courses, conferences and seminars at home and abroad. These include: Supervisors’ Training Course at the Technical Institute, Kaduna, October/November 1965; Supervision and Supervisory Techniques Course at the Continuing Education Centre, University of Lagos, July 1971, and an Effective Marketing Skills Course at the Nigerian Institute of Management, NIM, Lagos, February 1973.

    Determined to pursue a post-retirement life in the full service of God, Olusunle in 1989 attended pastors’ training at the CAC Seminary, Ile-Ife, Osun State and was ordained a substantive Pastor the same year, 39 years after his father was ordained a Pastor of the same Ministry.

    Pastor Olusunle was wedded to his wife, my mother, former Miss Elizabeth Ajayi Ibilola, Saturday April 26, 1964, at CAC, Kaduna. The union was blessed with seven biological children, several grand children and many more spiritual and adopted children.

    His wife, my mother trained as a nurse and midwife under the School of Nursing and Midwifery, under the former Northern Regional Government. She began her career in the civil service of present day Kaduna State and obtained transfers to Midwestern and Kwara States respectively, as her husband’s duty posts changed. She retired from the service of the University of Ilorin Teaching Hospital, UITH, in 2000, where she rose to become acting Assistant Chief Nursing Officer.

    With his beloved wife, Deaconess Olusunle, Pastor Olusunle visited several countries including Togo, Kenya, Israel and the United Kingdom.

    My father encapsulated decency, simplicity, modesty, and humaness among several other attributes. Perhaps because of his broad-based career which took him across the country, he was very cosmopolitan, drawing admirers and acquaintances from different parts of Nigeria. In addition to his indigenous Yagba, Yoruba and English all of which he spoke fluently, his Hausa was impeccable.

    He taught us the fear of God and the virtues of diligence, industry, integrity and honesty. He had an unusually large heart and a patient ear. He lived a thoroughly sacrificial life ever bending over backwards to put a smile on people’s faces.

    All his life, I recall he was only admitted into the hospital just once. That was over 10 years ago when he had a surgical procedure to remove a cataract from his eyes. I recall travelling from Abuja to Ilorin to see him and I insisted a photograph of him with my mother and one of my sisters who and where all with him be taken, just for the records. I recall him smiling as the photograph was being taken why he had his meal, because the journalist in me admonished there must be life in the photoshot.

    His funeral rites begin on Wednesday December 12, 2018, with a Service of Songs and Night of Tributes in his residence in Ilorin, at 5pm. On Friday December 14, 2018, there will be a Christian Wake in the family residence in Isanlu, beginning from 6pm. His internment will take place on Saturday December 15, 2018, followed by a thanksgiving service at the Christ Apostolic Church, Oke-Adeye, Mopo, Isanlu.

    We will thoroughly miss him, even as we thank God for the privilege to have been sired by him, for the exemplary father and a solidly inspirational life he lived and for the grace of having him for so long.

  • Remembering Saro Wiwa and Ogoni Nine

    SIR: On November 10, 1995, Ken Saro Wiwa and eight others were summarily executed after a dubious military panel judgement.

    Whenever I remember Ken Saro Wiwa, my heart bleeds. My heart bleeds at the injustice of his death and the remaining members of the Ogoni nine. My heart bleeds at the conspiracy of the military junta and the multinational oil company. Thinking about this uncommon hero who made the ultimate sacrifice, a question comes to mind: did Ken Saro Wiwa die in vain?

    This is a question with two different answers.

    No. Because his death further drew international attention to the environmental degradation, actions and inactions of Shell plc. After another major oil spill 14 years after his death (2008), in a milestone decision, Shell settled a law suit out of court by paying £55m to Bodo community, the largest of such kind of payment to an African community by a multinational company. Every of the villagers affected by that oil spill got N600,000 compensation. Meanwhile, in 2009, Shell paid $15.5m to the families of the Ogoni nine to settle a legal action over Shells involvement in the killing of the Ogoni nine.

    No. Because, 22 years after his death, the environmental degradation still continues in Ogoni and the rest of the Niger Delta. Farms destroyed, waters polluted, the people still live in poverty. The region is still not developed; despite sitting on one of the largest deposit of riches in the world. How heartbreaking!

    It would be befitting if the Nigerian government immortalize this legend by naming November 10 ‘The Ogoni Nine day’ and name a street after Ken Saro Wiwa in the federal capital. Interested state governments can follow suit by naming streets after him in their respective states.

    ‘… The labour of our heroes past, shall never be in vain …’

    Even if the government does not immortalize him, Ken Saro Wiwa will forever live in our hearts. HE WILL NEVER DIE.

     

    • Adeyemi Ahmed Abiodun,

    Ilorin, Kwara State.

  • Stop Remembering What God Has Forgotten

    Stop Remembering What God Has Forgotten

    Girls…Girls… Girls, YOUR
    FUTURE IS VERY VERY GREAT,
    FORGET YOUR PAST!!!

    DEAR Aunty Temilolu, I lost my virginity 10 years ago and I am 20 years old now. I am in love with a guy who has proposed to marry me and I’ve been lying to him that I lost my virginity because I was raped. I was never raped. What happened was that my mother left us and ran away when I was six years old and I had to go and stay with my grandma. She brought in a distant relative to stay with us. I was too young to know that the lady was a prostitute. She was always taking me to men who would “play with me”. One day, a man “used me” and I saw blood coming out of my vagina. I didn’t know what it meant till I got to form 2 in secondary school when I learnt more about virginity. I cried so badly as it hurt me deeply. However, I gave my life to God at 16 and He’s shown me great love. But right now, I am still grievously hurt by my childhood experience. To worsen things, my guy insists on knowing how many men I’ve slept with as he’s a pastor and wants to be sure he’s not getting married to someone who has been passed around. I find it very hard to tell him all what happened as I love him very much and don’t want to lose him.

     

    My darling,

    You didn’t tell a lie. Penile penetration of a child aged 12 years and under is automatically rape whether the child believes they consented or not. No matter what you said, what you signed, how you responded, how your body reacted a child of 12 years and under cannot give consent to sexual interactions with anyone. We all have different attitudes to issues of life. You may not want to let him know what you went through in your childhood. In the first place, true love doesn’t care about the past. However, if a spouse-to-be insists on knowing some certain information about the woman he’s spending the rest of his life with, it is very foolish to lie about it. It’s better to speak the truth than for him to find out in future when you are married. If it’s a grave issue, it could land you into serious trouble and God may not appear on time because you turned your back against Him by lying in the first instance. If you speak the truth and the man refuses to go on with the relationship/marriage, then expect a super man – many times better than him as a compensation from God as long as you’ve re-traced your steps. However, you must forget the past.

     

    The past already happened; perpetually living there does you no good. Learn as many lessons from that occurrence then let it go. You will never be able to change it, however, you need to live in the now. Most often we feel a lot of anger towards someone for something they did to us or for their failure to do something for us. Or one of or both our parents treated us badly as a child. Whatever the reason, we are unforgiving and that precisely is the reason that a past event can engross our mind to the exclusion of other thoughts. That is unhealthy mentally unless we learn to forgive and free ourselves. If your mind is clogged with bitterness and you keep feeling guilty and sorrowful, how can you see what God has planned for you and enjoy the goodies?

     

    My darling, at 20, I think you are too young to be choked with man-trouble. I am very sure you have not even discovered yourself and yet to be done with your studies. Be happy and wallow in the wonderful opportunities you can have from God since you’re friends. Concentrate on your destiny and the best men will run after you if this one decides to leave you. Let this experience set you up to be a better, stronger, smarter person now.

    Now here’s a bear hug to you and other sisters who are haunted by their past and labelled all sorts…hmmm. I hope I was able to squeeze out the pall in your heart? Wipe your tears…smile. Now clap for yourselves because you are starting on a clean virtuous slate. Hip, hip, hip…hurray!

     

    Love Always,

    Apostle of Chastity

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  • Remembering late Senator Ghandi

    SIR: I still remember with trepidation, the passing on of my former course mate and bosom friend, late Senator Sule Yari Ghandi whose vibrant life was cut down in its prime through the ADC airline plane crash in Abuja on Sunday, October 29, 2006. On that fateful day, the shocking news of yet another plane crash had swept across the nation. When it became apparent that two senators were in the plane which was heading towards Sokoto (Sule’s home state), my initial reaction was to pray fervently that God should spare my friend’s life in case he was a passenger. My apprehension was confirmed when the names on the manifest were made public the next day. My breath paused when the name of not just Senator Sule but his mother, wife and children were mentioned among the victims of the catastrophe.

    By the time we left ABU, Zaria in 1995 to fend for ourselves, so to say, I lost contact with Suleiman until when providence discovered and placed him as an honourable member of the House of Representatives in 1999. From that point, I followed his activities in the House with more than a passing interest.  His election after the 2003 general elections into the Senate also elevated my interest. I followed his point of view on topical issues in and outside the Senate chambers with passion. I was familiar with his idiosyncrasies to the extent that I was almost reading his lips.

    If he was forthright and witty in the National Assembly, he exhibited more or less of those traits at ABU, Zaria. His mania for a cause he believed in was undiluted and he pursed it with a dint of arrogance. Suleiman as a student was quite sociable on campus but his uncompromising love for his religion and people more often than not pitched him against even his best friends making it impossible to define his personality.

    As a Senator of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, he became a reference point to his classmates, particularly those of us more politically conscious. Our imagination was that if Sule could easily make it to the National Assembly no sooner than we graduated, nothing would stop any of us from aspiring to occupy the highest political position in the country.

    As we once again, grief on the 11th anniversary of the death of our friend, the enduring words of Victor Hugo define our mood, “Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees”. Let us take solace in the fact that the crash could not have happened without God’s knowledge. He is the ultimate judge and we cannot question His motive. If his classmates had the opportunity to write his epitaph, it would have simply read, “Here lays the remains of the great oak which sprouted from our tiny acorn. Adieu Senator Sule”.

     

    • Daniel Nwabueze Odo,

    Federal Neuro-Psychiatric Hospital, Calabar.

  • Remembering Okpewho one year after

    Remembering Okpewho one year after

    The life and works of the late United States-based Nigerian award-winning novelist Prof Isidore Okpewho were celebrated recently at Yale University, United States and Asaba in Delta State to commemorate the first anniversary of his death, Assistant Editor (Arts) OZOLUA UHAKHEME reports. 

    last Monday literary scholars, family and associates of one of the foremost scholars of African Oral Literature and award-winning novelist, the late Prof Isidore Okpewho, converged on Asaba, Delta State capital, to commemorate his one year anniversary.

    The literary evening, which held at Hotel Benezia, Asaba was organised by the Delta Literary Forum (DLF) and featured special readings from two of Okpewho’s award-winning books, The Victims and The Last Duty, short critiques, eulogies, anecdotes and other commentaries.

    Okpewho, who died on September 4, last year in the United States at 74, had novels, such as The Victims, The Last Duty, and Call Me By My Rightful Name to his credit. They reveal a profound fictive acumen at work.

    In the US, his family gathered with friends to share memories, stories and prayers at his graveside in celebration of his rich life and legacy. According to Prof. Nduka Otiono, a notable mentee of  Okpewho, within this first year of the death of the author of over a dozen books, intellectuals from various parts of the world have acclaimed the genius of Okpewho as a distinguished man of letters.

    Among several activities held posthumously in his honour was the special roundtable on his life and workS at the African Literature Association (ALA) conference at Yale University, which was described as particularly noteworthy.

    Chaired by the ALA new President, Prof. Adeleke Adeeko, the roundtable featured associates and speakers who had been taught by Okpewho and who had become professors in North America.

    An ex-student of the late Prof Okpewho at University of Ibadan, Oyo State, Dr. Sola Balogun, now a lecturer at Theatre and Media Arts Department, Federal University Oye-Ekiti, described the late Okpewho as an astute scholar, brilliant and committed academic who combined scholarship with creativity almost on equal terms.

    “He taught me African prose in my second and third years at the University of Ibadan. I remember his popular novel, The Victims, which was on the list of West African Examinations Council (WAEC) recommended texts for many years and one of the texts that we studied as undergraduates.

    ‘’The late professor was a talented teacher who imparted the values of hard work and excellent scholarship into us. He was an inspiring lecturer whose class and lessons addressed diverse issues about life and society, particularly the pains and plights of the hapless Africans and their development challenges. He will surely be remembered as one of the gifted lecturers who gave the English Department at the University of Ibadan its pride, good image and respect in and outside Nigeria,” Balogun recalled.

    One of Nigeria’s celebrated writers, columnists and Viebranz Visiting Professor of Creative Writing at St Lawrence University, Canton, US, Ndibe said: ”Okpewho’s passing last September came to me as a devastating development—even though I had been aware of his infirm state for some time. The shock came not just from the fact that Okpewho was one of that rare breed, a Renaissance man whose intellectual accomplishments were of the first order and ranged over the vast ground of the humanities. There was that—a fact that means that, even in death, his name, reputation and work, his memory, would never dim or lose their lustre but would remain vital. In the arena of Africa’s oral literatures, including the epic traditions, no other scholar came close to the scale, ambition, originality and insightfulness of the work that he did.

    But, he was never content to bask in his staggering achievements as a scholar. His novels, including The Victims, The Last Duty, and Call Me By My Rightful Name, reveal a profound fictive acumen at work. If his profile as a novelist is not pronounced on a global stage, it is not, I suggest, because his novels lag in imaginative power and stylistic dazzle. Instead, I think it’s the case that literary scholars, already in awe of his pre-eminence as a scholar, had a hard time figuring out how to acknowledge his genius as a creative spirit.

    In a world forged by human fantasy, a man like Okpewho, polyglot scholar extraordinaire, would never die, but remain forever among mortals, his capacity for consequential thought enriching and irrigating humanity. And yet, because he brought his intellect to bear on so many areas of knowledge production, he left us a rich and enduring legacy. He ensured that, though no longer in the physical realm, his voice and wisdom remain, escorting us, teaching and expanding us.”

    Department of Global Interdisciplinary Studies Acting Chair, and Associate Professor of English, Villanova University, US Prof.Chiji AkÍma said it was difficult to believe that it has been 12 months since friends, associates and family gathered at the serene grounds of Gate of Heaven cemetery, East Hanover, New Jersey, US to bid their final farewell to departed Okpewho.

    “On that late summer morning, the sun blazing, we committed Prof’s body to mother earth, a rite which, a year later, feels like yesterday.But it isn’t yesterday in terms of compressed time, for it would be impossible to recall the full length of Prof’s illustrious life and the impact he had on all those who encountered him at various epochs of his 74 years with us in one fleeting day.

    “Time has flown quickly by, mercifully leaving intact fondest memories of a great husband and father, an illustrious patriot, and a consummate scholar and teacher. In his bereaved wife, children, grandchildren, siblings, a throng of friends and students, and a library of seminal and monumental publications, Prof lives on, a true iroko tree standing majestic in the public square, unperturbed by the passage of time,” he said.

  • Remembering Dora

    …three years on this month. Since the Amazon Professor Dora Akunyili (OFR) departed our mortal shores, we Nigerians have come to know that she is the only one citizen, living or dead to have garnered the highest number of award in their lifetime.

    And she is still being celebrated today.  Just a couple of months ago, F.G.G.C, Calabar named one of its newly built halls after her as part of activities to mark their 43rd Anniversary.  She was celebrated as a role model for the young girls to follow.

    A lover of education and an erudite scholar, Dora took degrees in pharmacy and pharmacology up to doctorate level, and was made a professor of pharmacology in 2000 at the University of Nigeria Nsukka (UNN).  In addition, she was a seasoned administrator with great leadership qualities.

    Her tenure as Director-General of the National Agency for Food and Drug Administration and Control (NAFDAC) was outstanding, and her exploits there brought her international recognition, as is already widely told.

    She fought a good fight against fake and counterfeit drugs eradication in Nigeria which had spread to affect other African countries in the region.  Dora’s fight greatly curbed all that.

    The fact remains that Dora Akunyili stood for service to man and humanity, and for service to God.

    Her doting husband, Dr. Chike and her dear children are her immediate family she left behind, but the whole nation has felt the impact of the loss of one of our greatest women.

    Below is an adaptation of a tribute I had written for her that was published in the Daily Sun in 2014, after her passing.  It is all about … remembering Dora!

    Because Dora Lived, Nigerians no longer lose their lives taking Drugs

    One just had to notice that any photograph taken of Dora Akunyili in her office showed an array of awards in rows upon rows to her left, to her right, even at her back!  It was, therefore, with utmost respect for her achievements; but with mortal fear and trembling that I had notified her of her nomination to receive my “International” Awards – an award that had only made it to Supersports TV, South Africa!  Wondrously, graciously, she accepted.  In fact, her personal number was also given to me.

    We are talking about one woman, who stepped into NAFDAC and suddenly, cautiously at first, and then confidently, Nigerians could buy drugs in Nigeria again; without encountering their deathwish.  Today, millions of Nigeria owe their very lives to Dora Akunyili and NAFDAC is soaring.

    So her sterling performance in NAFDAC ‘blocked’ her a firm seat in the Federal Executive Council (in cabinet) in the Yar’Adua Presidency.  Throughout, she served diligently as Minister of Information and Communication.  She remained an asset to the cabinet as well as the pearl of her state of Anambra.

    And after, when the then president had tarried far too long away, without handover and with the nation going rapidly adrift, Dora was the only person in that cabinet, loyal to her conscience and to her country, who rose and called for decisive action to be taken for resumption of an acting president.

    The lady was a gift of God.  She was compulsive, even aggressive – she had to be, she had to get the bad guys!

    Akuyili loved everything to do with medical sciences.  My father, a professor from A.B.U. Zaria; specialized in a field that is not rather very common:  Pathology (Morbid Anatomy).  He became Head of Department of Pathology in a hospital in the United Arab Emirates from where he wrote a comprehensive and voluminous text on the subject.  On return to Nigeria, he also launched a Pathology Foundation and Dora Akunyili was Special Guest of Honour for the launch.

    Not a politician himself, my father fixed the launch of his foundation for May, 2007.  But between March and May in an election year is off-limit, and with swearing-in of elected officers in May; it is: ‘To Thy Tents, O Israel’, for political office holders, aspirants, lobbyists and even political jobbers alike, that period.  As at May 2007, there was no airport in AkwaIbom but Prof. Akunyili, who had given her word, came personally.  She-was full of praises for the setting up of such a foundation for future generations.  She blessed the whole ofAkwaIbom State with her esteemed presence.

    Anambra State could not get enough of her and so, after her second coming to the cabinet, she was nominated by her state to the National Conference.  Sadly there, her health took a turn for the worse, until her final trip abroad for medical attention, which sadly, but is all too often the case, came too late.  But death had still been cheated on this one.  Recall that repeated assassination attempts neither stopped her nor slowed her till her mark was firmly made.  And Dora, because you lived, Nigerians no longer lose their lives, taking drugs.

     

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  • Remembering yesterday

    SIR: When I remember yesterday my heart sinks. It sinks because our sacrosanct values have been eroded. The values that made life easy, simple and progressive have been sacrificed on the altar of today’s vices. Sanity, love, selflessness, contentment, responsibility and hard work were some of the beloved products of yesterday. Today, there is general madness expressing itself in cupidity, unrestrained free life, hatred and a rape of moral rectitude.

    An uncontrollably recalcitrant boy was reported to his teacher by his parents. ‘I can’t handle this case. Your son is a terror. I don’t want him to descend on me. Please, count me out’, the teacher said bitterly. And he was right. The boy later got a hint of it and sternly warned his teacher to steer clear of his family’s affairs if he treasured his life.

    Yesterday, the trend was remarkably different. At the mention of his teacher, the boy in question would kneel down in tears, begging his parents for forgiveness and promising not to wear such ugly shoes again. He knew what would befall him if his misdemeanour eventually got to the notice of his teacher.

    When I see how examinations are conducted today, I shed tears. Exams are fraught with malpractice and this is perpetrated with impunity. It is now the order of the day and it cuts across all segments. Do you know that exam answers are copied for the students or candidates on the chalkboard under the supervision of the supervisors, principals, ministry of education officials and officials of exam bodies? Do you know that today’s students don’t even know the day and time of the subject they will sit for? Yet, they come out with incredibly good grades. The fall out of these activities is the production of graduates who can’t even identify their names from a list. This system is a direct opposite of what obtained yesterday when exams were conducted devoid of malpractice. The students were studious, committed and responsible. The supervisors also carried out their duties with all manner of responsibility. And the result was the emergence of wise, dedicated, hardworking and responsible citizens.

    I attended one marriage ceremony in my neighbourhood. It was the talk of the town, featuring a lot to eat and drink. Later that day, I was baffled to hear the enormous amount of money used to organize such revelry. And it was the man who bore the expenses. He even borrowed from some people with the hope of paying back from the money he expected from the invitees.

    ‘How can a man dissipate such whopping amount of money on marriage? How can a man incur huge debts which may take a long time to settle because of marriage?’ I meditated. Yesterday’s marriage was simple, sweet and based on mutual love. The man was obliged to pay some token as bride price to his would-be in laws in the presence of some of his relations. This was accompanied by some drinks, kola nuts and alligator pepper which the few people would enjoy. And the ceremony happily came to an end. Then, the woman would be escorted to the man’s house and they began to live as husband and wife.

    In yesterday’s marriage, there was no provision for pre-marital sex. The couple lived for each other as fidelity and contentment reigned supreme. Is it the same with today’s marriage that is fraught with frequent divorce, infidelity, muscle flexing, suspicion, insubordination, love for materialism, pre-marital sex etc?

     

    • Udodilim Ijeoma,

    Sapele, Delta State.

  • Remembering Jafojo

    Remembering Jafojo

    A year has passed since the demise of Chief Rafiu Jafojo, former deputy governor of Lagos State. Associates and friends of the deceased politician will join his family and other relations for a remembrance anniversary at Ikeja on Sunday. His son, Adewale, an aide of House of Assembly Speaker Mudashiru Obasa, said the event is being organised to honour the memory of the humble politician, who demonstrated loyalty to Awoism and the progressive bloc.

    “We want to celebrate his virtues, including team spirit, contentment and apathy for corruption with thanksgiving to God,” he said.

    Jafojo was a loyal deputy to former Governor Lateef Jakande. Both were reelected in 1983, although the coup of December that year terminated their second term.

    Jafojo did not vie for deputy governor. For ethnic balancing, there was the need to pair Jakande from Lagos Island with an Awori. The lot fell on Jafojo, following Awolowo’s advice. While the late Chief Sunday Afolabi and Chief Akin Omoboriowo were thorns in the flesh of their bosses-Bola Ige and Adekunle Ajasin, Jafojo exhibited contentment. He bided for his time, which never came.

    Jafojo became a symbol of Awori’s agitation for a sense of belonging in Lagos as a youth. After he obtained his West African School Certificate, he began his career at Ikeja Town Planning Authority, where he worked as a Building Inspector between 1959 and 1960. In 1961, he travelled to Egland with his friend, Ayo Otegbola, for further studies. On January 9, 1962, he married his wife, Mosunmola Abeni, a nurse. Between 1964 and 1966, he was at Hackney Technical College, where he graduated with a National Certificate In Building. He proceeded to Brixton School of Building in 1966 and graduated with a National Higher Certificate in Building in 1969. Also, Jafojo attended the Northern Polytechnic Holloway (now University of North London), graduating with an Advance Building Technology Certificate in 1970.

    As a student, he was an active member of the West African Student Union. When Jafojo returned home in 1970, he had the intention of practising his profession. But, the Awori Welfare Association had another assignment for him. He became an Awori activist, constantly mobilising and encouraging Awori youths to show interest in politics as the country was warming up for a transition programme.

    Between 1975 and 1977, Jafojo served as an elected councillor at Ikeja Local Council. At the council, he was the Chairman of General Purpose Committee. His contemporary at the council was Oba Wahab Balogun of Isheri Olofin. In 1978, he joined the defunct Unity Party of Nigeria (UPN), led by Awolowo. His ambition was to become a lawmaker in the House of Assembly. He bought the nomination form and he was nominated to represent Agege Constituency. But, Awolowo insisted that he should be Jakande’s running mate. On October 1, 1979, Jafojo became the first elected deputy governor of Lagos State.

    Awo gave Jafojo two advice; he should be loyal to Jakande and he should shun corruption. “Awo taught me how to make money without stealing while in public office,” he once said, adding that his lack of covetousness also led to cordial relations between him and Jakande.

    The Jakande/Jafojo administration has remained a reference point. The administration implemented the UPN’s four cardinal programmes of free education, free health, full employment and rural development. The achievements included the establishment of the Lagos State University (LASU), Ojo, the construction of the LASU-Iba Road, which links Ikeja Division to Badagry Division, the construction of roads that opend up Idimu, Isheri, Ikotun, Egbe, Ejigbo and Isolo, and the construction of housing estates, including Abesan Housing Estate.

    Jafojo was instrumental to the recruitment of many Awori sons and daughters into the Lagos Civil Service. Based on his recommendation, no fewer than 500 Awori were also employed by former Governor Bola Tinubu. Some of them are now occupying senior positions. Hs compatriot in the Awori struggle included Alhaji Ade Akinyemi, former Chairman of Alimoso Local Council, Alhaji Lalusa, Akibu Shonibare, former Chairman of Ikeja Council, Alhaji Karimu Laka Orelope, and Pa Adeyinka Opeifa. The agitations of the foremost Awori leaders paved the way for the political rise of Prince Abeeb Farounbi as a commissioner in the Local Government Service Commission, Idiat Adebule as Commissioner in the Teaching Service Commision and Alhaji Muniru as a member of the Chieftaincy Standing Committee. Also, many Awori monarchs were elevated. The Osolo of osolo, the late Oba Disu Farounbi served as the Chairman of Lagos State Council of Chiefs.

    Jafojo was a prominent member of Afenifere, the pan-Yoruba socio-political group. He was the National Publicity of the Alliance for Democracy (AD) between 2000 and 2003 and National Vice Chairman (Southwest) between 2003 and 2004.

    Jafojo also held some chieftaincy titles. They included the Olota of Ikejaland, Eesorun of Orile-Agegeland and Asiwaju of Isolo.

  • Remembering Arisekola

    Renowned Aare Musulumi of Yoruba Land, Alhaji Arisekola Alao, passed on two years ago. Today, he remains tall even in death. In his life time, the Aare made great impacts in the lives of many. His infectious sense of accommodation, altruism, generosity, piety and enterprise are virtues that endeared him to me and many others.

    I was one of the closest friends the Aare kept and encouraged all through. For this, I missed him greatly. I did not know what hit me on the day the news of his death broke. I was browsing through my Whatsapp and suddenly stumbled on Alaba Igbaraola’s portal. She tersely wrote,” Aare Arisekola is dead”. I thought it was a joke, and wondered whether it was April fool stuff. Sadly, Chief Arisekola died on the June 17, 2014.

    The news of his death went viral on Internet, almost instantly and formed the centre of discussions in virtually all radio stations. Television channels were not left out. And that was it. To the Aare, February 14 was very special. That was the day of his birth and we all his friends loved to celebrate the day with him. If he were still alive, he would have clocked 72 years.

    I was contemplating writing a tribute last week, when Musa, one of Aare’s children, posted a video where he was playing table tennis with his father. I watched that video severally and shed tears as his voice resonated. It is still hard for me to believe that the Aare is gone for good. I believe firmly that a horde of people who sucked from his breast of human kindness will never forget him too.

    Chief Arisekola had carried philanthropy to admirable level with the good heart he demonstrated towards the poor and the rich. He was never tired of giving to anyone who sought his assistance, and he did that on daily basis. For instance, every Friday, hundreds of Muslims and Christians alike made it a ritual to collect stipends that will put food on their tables for the weekend. Since his demise, no one has stepped forward to take up that kind of philanthropy.

    As a shrewd businessman, Aare refused to be identified with any political party. Yet, he was smart enough to warm himself to every reigning leader, both at the state and national levels. He had to do that to protect his chains of businesses. He got along so well with political leaders because they saw through him unflagging loyalty and integrity.

    Aare was a community leader; the reason his Ibadan home was always a beehive of activities. Political and religious associates were always coming to draw from his wealth of knowledge. He was a loving father not only to his biological children, but to anyone who needed assistance.

    Chief Arisekola gave all his children qualitative education both in Nigeria and abroad. Today, many of them are spread all over the world, blessed with highly rewarding vocations that make them self-sufficient.

    The question is: when comes another great mind like him?

    • By Folu Olamiti

    Media Consultant, Abuja.

     

  • Remembering an officer and gentleman

    Remembering an officer and gentleman

    The first Military Governor of the defunct Western Region, Lt.-Col. Adekunle Fajuyi, was killed 50 years ago alongside the Head of State, Major-Gen. Johnson Thomas Ummunakwe Aguiyi-Ironsi in the counter-coup of July 29, 1966. Assistant Editor LEKE SALAUDEEN extols the virtues of the gallant soldier and the supreme sacrifice he made for the unity of the country.

    He remains an unsung hero in the history of Nigeria. The role Lt.-Col. Francis Adekunle Fajuyi, the first Military Governor of the old Western Region, played in the history of Nigeria singled him out as a “star”. He did not take part in the January 15, 1966 coup, but he was a victim of the counter-coup of July 29, which was staged to revenge the killings of the first coup. In the process of trying to protect the late Head of State, Major-General Johnson Thomas Ummunakwe Aguiyi-Ironsi, who was his guest on the fateful morning of the coup, he was consumed in the bloody take-over of government, alongside his boss.

    Aguiyi-Ironsi-Ironsi had arrived Ibadan on July 28, 1966 to address a conference of traditional rulers of Western Nigeria in Ibadan. Having concluded his assignment, he was to have returned to Lagos by the evening of the same day. But, his host prevailed on him to spend the night with him at the Government House, Ibadan and he obliged.

    A bloody overthrow of the civilian regime of Prime Minister Abubakar Tafawa-Balewa’s government had taken place in January 15, 1966 in which the Prime Minister and other top government functionaries, mainly of northern extraction, were killed. Ironically, Aguiyi-Ironsi did not participate in the violent bloodletting, but he inherited the pieces of a shattered republic by virtue of his seniority in the Armed Forces. He, alongside his courageous host, Fajuyi, was assassinated by the revenge-seeking northern soldiers. They were killed at a village near Ibadan.

    It was obvious that the coup plotters never set out to kill Fajuyi; their objective was to abduct Aguiyi-Ironsi. But, Fajuyi refused to hand-over the late Head of State; he insisted on tagging along with his friend and boss. As a gallant soldier, he took the decision to die in action. An Ekiti man to the core, he was fearless and stubborn to what he perceived as injustice.

    The author of Aguiyi-Ironsi’s autobiography, Chuks Ilogbunam, gave an account of the unfortunate incident in the wee hours of July 29: “The telephone rang. Lt. Andrew Nwankwo, the Supreme Commander’s (Ironsi ‘s ) Air Force aide-de-camp (ADC), picked up the receiver instantly. Bad news, he taunted his physique. The voice at the other end of the line belonged to Police Superintendent Joseph Adeola. His message was that the much- feared and much –rumoured counter-coup had indeed started……

    “In quick, heart-piercing succession, unfolding events cast gloom of an impending doom. Soon, desperation set in. One by one, the Head of State and Col. Fajuyi started to send out their aides to approach the gates (that had been surrounded by enemy soldiers) and determine the position of things.

    “It was a season of betrayal and conspiracies. Unknown to the duo, some of their aides were either moles or had switched loyalty. But between the Head of State and the governor, there was obvious necessity to reassure each other that none had a hand in the fate loosely hanging over their heads.”

     

    How he was killed

    Fajuyi told his guest: “I make bold to declare to you that I am with you in soul, spirit and body. And, mark my words, whatever happens to you today, happens to me. I am your true friend, dear J.T.U. like the dove to the pigeon; and by the grace of our good God, so will I humbly yet proudly remain till the very end.” To this, Aguiyi-Ironsi replied: “Yes, Francis, I retain my absolute confidence in you. I have never for once doubted your integrity.

    “And, so, it was for the host and his guest. Fajuyi did not treasure his personal safety over that of his Commander-in-Chief and intimate friend. When the hour came, both were physically battered by the coupists on their way to the serene, sleepy and desolate area called Lalupon at the outskirts of Ibadan. There they were finally killed and buried in a shallow grave.”

    Another account reveals that the security guards who were supposed to protect Fajuyi and Aguiyi-Ironsi caved in and both men were exposed to danger. Fajuyi was said to have roared to the assailants: “You want to kill him in my house? Why didn’t you kill him when he visited your place? And if you want to kill him, you must kill two of us. With these heroic words, he was abducted with his guest, tortured and later assassinated.”

    It was a deep but subdued mourning for their families; for the new military authorities did not readily admit that they had died in the retaliatory coup. It took seven months before an official announcement confirmed what had been widely known.

    The bodies of Aguiyi-Ironsi and Fajuyi were exhumed from the Ibadan cemetery for decent reburial later. The corpse of the late Head of State was brought to the Lagos Airport on January 20, 1967 where the former Military Governor of Eastern Nigeria, Col. Emeka Odumegwu-Ojukwu and Aguiyi-Ironsi’s widow, Victoria, stepped forward to receive it.

     

    Heroic burial in Ado-Ekiti

    Few days after, the same scene played out between Ibadan and Ado-Ekiti for Fajuyi. Both the low and mighty gathered at the Liberty Stadium, Ibadan to pay their last respects to the fallen hero. In contrast, the pain-filled Ado-Ekiti indigenes could still not muster the courage to come to terms with the tragedy as the transition train moved to St. Patrick’s Catholic Church in the city.

    For the Fajuyis, the emotions of bereavement were absolute and consuming. Sympathisers thronged their family house in Ado-Ekiti to offer words that were intended to lessen their pains. The bereaved were hardly comforted.

    Analysts believe the course of history of this country would have been different if that exceptional soldier of soldiers, Fajuyi, had behaved differently. According to them, the Nigerian history had clearly marked Fajuyi as a soldier of distinction who died defending the Nigerian state and her unity.

    A sociologist, Dr Innocent Okechukwu, described Fajuyi as a strong moralist who adhered strictly to the ethics that a host is obliged to protect his guest. Fajuyi’s self-sacrifice, he said, proved that Ekiti tribe of Yoruba nation had no hands in the death of the Aguiyi-Ironsi.

    Former Ekiti State Governor, Chief Segun Oni, described Fajuyi as great patriot who choose to pay the supreme price for a friend and more for the unity of Nigeria. “On July 29, 1966 at the Government House, Agodi, Ibadan, a thick cloud descended on the shining star of a great son of Ekitiland, Lt. Col. Francis Adekunle Fajuyi,” he recalled.

    Commending the courage of the slain former military governor, Oni said: “Only God knows what would have become of the Nigerian nation, if he had allowed the arrest and assassination of Gen. Aguiyi-Ironsi on July 29, 1966 in Ibadan.  Indeed, Lt. Col. Fajuyi chose to pay the supreme price for a friend and more for the unity of the country. He was indeed a patriot.”

     

    Politics of succession

    Following the brutal killing of Fajuyi, General Adeyinka Adebayo relunctantly took over the reins of governance in Western Region.  Initially, Adebayo rejected the offer on seniority grounds; that he could not take over from his junior.

    The former military governor argued that having served as the Chief of Staff, and with the full rank of a Colonel at the time Fajuyi was killed along with the then Head of State, Gen. Aguiyi -Ironsi, he found it difficult to take a lower position as military governor, a position which Fajuyi , a junior officer occupied till his death.

    Following his inability to get any Yoruba officer to be appointed governor of the region, Adebayo was prevailed upon to take the appointment.

     

    Family neglect

    Fajuyi was barely six months in office as military governor when he was assassinated. He neither had a personal house in his hometown of Ado-Ekiti, nor in Ibadan, the capital of Western Region. His family had to relocate from Government House to the family house in Ado-Ekiti; that was the first shock the family had to contend with. It took the intervention of Asiwaju Bola Tinubu, a non-Ekiti who built a befitting house for the family after more than four decades of Fajuyi’s death.

    A childhood friend of Fajuyi, Pa Adeola Akeju, blamed Gen. Adebayo for the family’s travail. The nonagenarian said he had expected Adebayo, a fellow Ekiti man, to provide a soft-landing and rehabilitate the Fajuyi family, in appreciation of his service to the nation and the circumstance of his death.

    Akeju said: “Fajuyi’s children were young at the time he was killed; the eldest had just finished from secondary school. There are those that grew up without knowing their father. His widow, Eunice, who died in June 2013, was responsible for the upkeep and education of the children. She became a widow at the age of 29. We thank God today that all the children, most of them university graduates, are doing fine.

    “Even though the people of Ekiti had continued to mourn him as an illustrious son, they too did very little to rehabilitate his family. Apart from naming a recreation centre as Fajuyi Park, with his monuments and statue as a fallen hero, the Ekiti State Government has not appointed his children into positions to compensate the family. Although one of the sons was elected as a local government chairman when Ekiti was part of the old Ondo State, that could not be regarded as political appointment.

    “Again, Fajuyi’s name was not amongst the medalists in the centenary celebration; the Federal Government has done nothing to compensate the family. While the former Presidents Shehu Shagari, Olusegun Obasanjo; and military Heads of State like Gen. Ibrahim Babangida, Sani Abacha and others helped, by appointing Aguiyi-Ironsi’s, Balewa’s and Ladoke Akintola’s children into diplomatic service and ministerial positions, such gesture was never extended to Fajuyi’s family.”

    His eldest son, Donald, attested to the neglect of the family when he said his father died a poor man, owing to his selfless service, even when he had the opportunity to acquire wealth. The 67-year-old lawyer said the late governor never had a personal house of his own; he was not rich at the time he was killed. But, he died as a fulfilled man, whose name is on the positive side of history and a contributor to the country’s unity.

    One of his daughters, Mrs. Monica Desola Olujuyigbe, who was three years old when his father was killed, also reflected over the burial of the fallen hero: “What I do remember is that the funeral scene, with a lot of music and loud sounds. It made an impression on me. My younger sister was a year old at that time and somebody held her, but I was standing by, and I kept picking up her feeding bottle and giving it back to her each time it fell.  But, I didn’t understand what was going on, but I knew that something was going on, and there were military men there and they were well-dressed.

    “But, I did not know what was going on as nobody told me anything. Most of the things I got to know I read about; until I reached out to my brothers, and got answers to many questions. They probably thought they were protecting me, but I wasn’t told much, until I became an adult.”

    To immortalise their father, Olajuyigbe said the family instituted an education trust to offer support and welfare to the children of soldiers who died in the battle field. She said the Adekunle Fajuyi Education Trust regularly organises entrepreneurship and scholarship programme from donations received.

     

    His profile

    Fajuyi was born on June 26, 1926 to the late Pa Isaiah and Felicia Osundunke Fajuyi of Ado-Ekiti, in the present day Ekiti State. He attended St. George’s Catholic School, Ado–Ekiti. He joined the army on November 16, 1943.

    After the basic military training in Zaria, he proceeded to the Army Clerks Training School, Yaba, Lagos. The late Fajuyi also attended courses in Teshi, Ghana and the Officers Cadet School in the United Kingdom, where he was commissioned as a Lieutenant in 1954.

    He served as Military Adviser, Headquarters ONUC, Congo (August to December, 1961; Officer-in-charge, Third Battalion, Nigerian Army, Kaduna; Commanding Officer, First Battalion, Enugu and Commander, Abeokuta Garrison. He served in Germany on attachment to the British Army. In 1957, he attended the Platoon Commanders course in England. He also trained as an officer in Pakistan in 1964.