Tag: tribute

  • Tribute to Late Chief Tunde Oloyede

    Tribute to Late Chief Tunde Oloyede

    I was undergoing the mandatory but a rather tough tutelage of “career scripting” at the famous “Room 30 of NTA Lagos” to eventually number amongst the reverred club of writers for “Play of The week.” The Ihria Enakimios, Larry Williamses…My tough assignment…;; “Write an hour serious dramatic episode with a cast of maximum three on a single set…not just dialogues but plenty of actions! Are you kidding me? A cast of two on a single set! And for an hour? But there I was sweating at churning out scripts after scripts to get at least one approved for production. All along a very influential producer was watching me without me knowing that he was paying me any attention! One day this senior producer just burst in and told his colleagues; “E jeki ogbeni yi maa lo si Youth and Children!” (Let this chap move to the Youth and Children unit)…That was the beginning of a long and profitable association with the “Egbons” that I still remember for his dandy white shirt, white trousers and wait for it, the then fashionable men high heel white shoes. And it was by his decision that I moved to the Youth Forum programme to start writing its weekly drama sketches (I still have copies of some of these children drama episodes ) I was launched as a new young writer in March 1976 on the programme by a former NTA DG, Sola Omole.

    When I was producing the resident Theatre group at National Museum Onikan, Organisation for Young Artistes; Oya, Egbons who I now recall as a top shot with the giant advertising company; Lintas was amongst the respectable group of “Veterans” regularly visiting and giving us useful corrections during our rehearsals.

    During his tenure as ITPAN President, Chief Oloyede and ITPAN Secretary (Uncle Albert, Mr B) gave me a commission for a business faculty of the association’s trainings for professionals.

    This led to my training module; the business of TV/movie productions which I was delivering regularly during ITPAN’s trainings.

    I put my “millions” of gratuity from the multi-national, Xerox, to revive the rested Yoruba TV programme; Feyikogbon. I engaged a production house, reassembled the scattered cast and bought airtime on NTA to broadcast the then weekly programme. After only six episodes with no adverts or sponsors my “millions” vanished! I had a young family to cater to.

    It was Chief Oloyede that saved me from this premature bankruptcy. He coasted me on the path of profitable and effective collaborations with NTA, the artistes group and a production house; his Media International. And that was how I subsequently succeeded putting the programme to broadcast on the states and NTA stations in S/W on Unilever sponsorship from 2000-2004.

    Before and after I launched “African  Repertoire Theatre – ART, (To restage late Chief Duro Ladipo’s epic; “ Oba Koso”), Global Children Theatre, GCT and Big Screen for partnership screening at Lagos Country Club in the year 2000, Chief Oloyede’s Media International produced all our promotional materials.

    We last spoke early 2015 when after the successful surgeries of Hernia and twisted intestines; I called him about the movie I was “prepping”. He was upset that I hadn’t been in touch for long. I explained my surgeries and as usual we warmed up into our usual brotherly discussion. He hoped to live up to 70 (last year) and we both prayed for him to live longer.

    My own vertebrates collapsed in 2016 to put me in the wheelchair and I have only just regained my normal health. I missed a personal goodbye to our “Egbons” but happy he at least lived till 2017 and pray for eternal rest for him.

     

  • Gidado Idris: A tribute

    Even in death, he got what he wished: to be buried where he died. In getting his way, he breached a strong tradition, one that preferred particularly outstanding citizens to be buried at ancestral origins where forebears laid. This departure from tradition capped a life that was a fascinating study in tensions between undiluted commitment to the establishment, and an unrepentant pursuit of the personal. His grave in Abuja will be listed among the few graves of people from Zaria, in a city whose name was snatched by the military from the former Abuja (now Suleja), a town founded by Alhaji Gidado’s forebears from Zaria more than 200 years ago.

    For a man with intimate links with Zauzzau royalty and privilege, Alhaji Gidado was buried without the almost mandatory traditional title worn by Nigerians who lived with distinction. He had won many battles to stay without a title, deflecting unceasing pressure to wear the turban towards uncles, cousins and offspring. It was neither arrogance nor conceit: he had deep respect for traditional institutions, and the uncle that brought him up, Turaki Ali had moulded his attitude to a system that had provided the foundations for controlled change in the context of preserving the status-quo, which was the substance of northern Nigerian political framework from early colonial times to the late 1960s.

    Alhaji Gidado died without a single trace of the temptation to harvest the political terrain, another of the many traditional channels into which people of his privilege, status and experience veered, with mixed results. He was organically linked by history, shared values and experiences with members of the northern elite who provided the myth of the Kaduna Mafia, and the half dozen clusters of influence such as Arewa Consultative Forum, Northern Elders Forum, Northern Union, Jamaatu Nasril Islam etc., but the only membership register you found him on was the IBB Golf Club, Abuja, that exclusive resort it took a lot of effort to get him to join, but once he joined, it became his second skin. He kept his children and relations on a short, disciplined leash, insisting that everyone earned his stripes the hard and proper way. He was a one-wife Hausa man through his life, leaving behind a record of devotion to a woman he married from the distant community of Samaru Kataf, a pillar whose commitment to him was only surpassed by her devotion to the Islamic faith she embraced on marrying him. He was fiercely loyal to friendships and relationships, and he was possibly the only person of substance I knew who did not tolerate or encourage the unending retinue of seekers and courtiers that followed power and wealth everywhere. His incredible generosity with his personal time and resources was defined strictly by his personal perceptions over what was important: a major standard-setting gesture at his old school, Alhudahuda College, Zaria, or a hefty push in a marriage of a relation who had not expected it.

    Alhaji Gidado Idris himself would not contest being described as different. He would treat that characterization as neither a slight nor a compliment. Over four decades of public service may have reinforced a character trait to resist unwarranted visibility, but it was a trait he cultivated and jealously guarded. It allowed him the luxury to choose his manner of engagement, and at his most comfortable moments, you saw a man endowed with a towering intellect and a gifted sense of humour. He had strong opinions about politics and society. His life had spanned a huge chunk of the nation’s history, and bits of it combined to make him a walking history. His incredible recollection of events was helped by his being either a small, yet intimate part, or a major player in them. In fact he was never entirely outside public service, which explained why he would insist on joining dotted lines between events and phenomena that occurred 40 years apart. He was not a witness to history. He was every inch a part of the history of a nation that saw the brightest glimpses of greatness, even when it plunges into the deepest valleys of despair and infamy on occasions.

    His rise from a humble clerk to the pinnacle of Secretary to Government of the Federation (SGF) was fuelled by a combination of hard work, an uncanny ability to learn quickly and adapt, and some luck at working under superiors who tolerated competence from officers that defied conventions. Early in his career, he learnt the imperatives of meeting challenges and difficulties when he and a handful of clerical and administrative officers had to retrieve files from outside the bedroom doors of the Sardauna in the very early hours of the morning, or pay the price with the telling displeasure of the Premier if he finds them there at 5.30 am. The Sardauna was a hardworking task-master, yet tolerant and compassionate towards youth and impetuousness. The young Gidado’s awe at the massive powers of political leaders was tempered by privileged proximity to their weaknesses, humanness and the frailty of their hold on power. He had tremendous respect for leadership, but had many scars to show for his insistence that rules are capable of being enforced even at the highest levels. He would remove shoes and kneel while engaging presidents and Heads of State, but in the same position he would successfully argue for an option different from that of the leader. He earned respect by being humble, and at trying moments, his ability to remain calm, his experience at managing acute challenges and his disciplined practice of letting the leadership claim the credit for his contributions made him a lot less of  a threat, and a lot more as an asset.

    Alhaji Gidado was no superman. His life was a series of skirmishes around propriety and rules. He won some and lost many. He offended superior powers when he proved stubborn in defence of what was right, and he paid the price with unpopular or punishment postings. Sometimes his seeming effrontery offended powers, such as when he provoked the anger of the late Abacha two days to the latter’s death by asking him to clarify if the decree on his self-succession should state whether he will continue as a civilian or military head of state. Such was the anger of Abacha at the question, that the late SGF left in such a hurry without his shoes, and on getting home, instructed his wife to pack up as he was sure he had lost his job. His pivotal role in the transition from Abacha to Abdulsalami will be registered as the triumph of maturity and experience, but the day it all happened could very well have had a tragic end. His legendary reticence at being public with his views and experiences meant that he died without the record of his life in a book that we all pressed hard to get. He had mellowed down somehow, or the Daily Trust had succeeded in a coup of sorts when they got him to speak on some aspects of his life a few years ago. This was a fair compensation for his refusal to grant an interview as SGF on key policy issues under the Abacha administration, in spite of the best efforts of his loyal and competent Director of Press, Eric Teniola, Special Assistant, Dr Muazu Babangida Aliyu and I. He agreed to an internal compromise: we would draw up our own questions and provide answers to them and convince crack Daily Trust interviewers to accept and publish them as conducted interview. Naturally, the journalists balked at the idea, and although we gave them decent distance to decide their response, we knew there were some tough arguments over appropriate response. So, 20 years after that incident, here is an apology to Mahmud Jega and his colleagues over our assault on their professional integrity. We genuinely thought we were providing a bridge between an SGF who needed to speak on important issues but will not, and a media organization that had knocked on the door loudly enough for some response.

    When he left public service as SGF, Alhaji Gidado insisted on retaining his National Honour of GCON which was awarded to him by the General Abdulsalami Abubakar, but revoked by President Obasanjo who took over from General Abubakar. His insistence that one leader had no right to take away what another leader had properly and legally given was typical of the thread that held together his most basic values about public service and politics. There was always a right way and a wrong way of doing things, and while he would make allowances for mediocrity, he was passionate against tolerating impunity and high-handedness. Needless to say, he had been pained by the spectacular collapse of the foundational role of the public service in governance, and the quality of political leadership that has been responsible for it. He held strong views about the intimate linkages between corruption and the near-total collapse of security of citizens and the Nigerian state. Sadly he would not live to see if the nation he served for his entire life will recreate itself and emerge stronger from many of its current challenges. He ran his race well, and it will be fitting to hope that there are Nigerians who will live like he did, with total conviction that this is a nation deserving of respect and service.

     

    May Allah grant him Aljanna.

  • SAN pays tribute to mum

    SAN pays tribute to mum

    Mrs Alewo Ramatu Okutepa, mother of Mr. Jibrin Samuel Okutepa (SAN) is dead. She was 103.

    In a tribute, Okutepa said: “And the matriarch has gone. She was the first daughter and first child of Uwani Atuluku of the Aju-Ocholi Dynasty of Attah Igala.

    “My mother was born an advocate and had answers to every issue you raised. She was named Alewo. She travelled wide in town so the name Alewo. She was a virtuous woman. She was simple and had no known enemies to us the children.

    “Since my dad passed on  on December 8, 1982, my mother had remained in the compound and kept the compound alive. She always said she was watching over the compound of the husband.

    “She called me oko (husband). A husband I was to her. But indeed she was a mother  to me. When I saw the lifeless body of this my ‘wife’ posted to me, I was amazed that the matriarch of the Aju-Ocholi Dynasty has gone.

    “Three days to her death I had spoken to her. She was as jovial as ever and she cracked her usual jokes with me.

    ”Now I am a complete orphan, but thank God, I am not looking for orphanage home to stay. God has done us well.

    “My mother was an epitome of humility. She was kind. She left at the full and ripe  age of 103 years. There can be no better fulfilment than this. She saw us from nothing to something.

    “Of all her children, she suffered for me most. She was in my labour for three excruciating days before she was delivered of me by a traditional midwife attendant. She did not wait to see my 58th birthday which is on January 1.

    “I was planning to celebrate Christmas with her, but now she is no more. Iya go well. Greet Baba for me. Tell Baba my story.

    “You know how you attended my swearing-in  in Abuja on August 26, 2011. Tell my father that ‘Oko’ is now a lawyer and that his blessing on me when I left for Makurdi on  October  1, 1980 has produced good results.

    “God saw me through to the peak of my career. There are many stories to tell Iya,  but you can’t discuss with me again. I covet your longevity, you put the cap on me and the rest.  Good night Iya.”

     

  • Olanipekun: Tribute to a life of legacies 

    One can pay back the loan of gold, but one dies forever in debt to those who are kind, particularly those who are extraordinarily kind. There fore, there cannot be a celebratory staleness regarding his selfless contributions to the society, for his,  is a life that touches the lives of many others. This perhaps, explains the consistent celebration of Chief Oluwole Oladapo Olanipekun, Officer of the Federal Republic (OFR) and Senior Advocate of Nigeria (SAN)  who is a year older today.

    Chief Wole  Olanipekun , a great man who carries greatness lightly is certainly among the men of immense means in Nigeria specially gifted with the spirit of benevolence. While those who are familiar with his narratives may be nodding in agreement with this postulation, clearly thousands of families who have benefited from the immenseness of his philanthropy will be struggling to be counted for this patrician-looking man remains a rainbow in many people’s cloud.

    Having witnessed many ‘’miracles’’ he performed while he was the Pro Chancellor and Chairman of Governing Council at the University of Ibadan (UI),  between 2009 and 2013, this writer is shocked by the fact that Chief Olanipekun is repeating the same altruistically inspired benefaction at Ajayi Crowther University where he is the current Council Chairman. Since 2014 when he was so appointed, he has assisted the University with many magnificent structures and fantastic projects that have greatly lifted the faith-based university. For instance, Chief Olanipekun, together with his wife, Lara, has donated a multimillion-Naira  Vice Chancellor’s  Lodge to the university which the Oyo state governor, Senator Abiola Ajimobi described as ‘’a rare donation from an individual’’.  This same Chief who is Asiwaju of Ikere -Ekiti has also assisted the university in building and roofing a hall. Recently, about thirteen projects , costing over Three-Hundred  Million Naira have been commissioned , courtesy of the managerial acumen of this legal luminary whose preoccupation is the betterment of the society.

    For the sake of recollection, all he is contributing to Ajayi Crowther University today are similar to many legacies he left behind in UI. It is on record that he got substantial amount of money from the late President Umaru Musa Yar’Adua  to open up the second phase of UI at Ajibode. He made a personal donation of Ten Million Naira to UI in the wake of the flood disaster in Ibadan in 2011. He built and donated a gigantic Law Lecture Theatre at Ajibode. These are only  a few among his notable deeds of substance.

    More strikingly, about 22 years ago,  Chief Olanipekun established the Wole Olanipekun Scholarship Scheme through which many indigent students have been able to achieve their academic dreams. From secondary schools to higher institutions of learning,  students all over Nigeria have been benefitting immensely from the wealth of Chief Olanipekun, and this has evidently made him a beacon and blistering light in usually impossible tunnels.

    It was against this background that I asked him for an interview to commemorate his birthday this year. Shockingly, Chief Olanipekun refused. He told me that he believed “every day is  a birthday”, therefore there was no need for that. But I insisted that , given his huge generosity to the society , he must be celebrated. Chief stuck to his gun even as I devised plots to catch him unawares. What did Ido? I stormed his office in Lagos and I was very lucky to meet him. Dazed by my determination, he couldn’t resist me any longer. He wanted to know why I deemed it necessary to write about him. I put it back to him that his contributions to the society were newsworthy. He then fixed a gaze at me as I picked my pen to jot every word that would proceed from his mouth.

    “Do you know that I have got to a stage that I feel it is unnecessary to be talking about all these things?”, he asked, as I surreptitiously admired his expensive wrist watch and other accessories he wore! “Sunday, many people, even in my legal profession, are envious and angry at what God has done with my life. They don’t know me. They blackmail me because they don’t understand the grace of God upon my life. Look at my office address, God’s House, where I stay, God’s Grace Villa. I am astonished by what they write about me. Out of envy,  they are working round the clock to tarnish my image.’’

    Chief Olanipekun further revealed, ‘’ I take this legal profession as a Ministry. I don’t mix my profession with any other thing. No politics, no business, no contract.. And I will never compromise the integrity of my clients. I will never compromise the interest of justice. My clients cut across all strata of society. But if I defended you yesterday and you won, and I am defending your opponents tomorrow , you will now be insulting me because you want to monopolise my service. Law is not practised that way’’.

    When asked why he is so much given to philanthropy, the legal giant replied ‘’I am appreciating God by engaging myself in assisting institutions and individuals. When God has blessed you, you want to key into humanitarianism and charitable services, after all, God says “I will bless you so that you will be a blessing unto others”. God has blessed me, therefore I should be able to bless others. God’s blessings are never meant to be monopolized by any beneficiary.”

    Naturally, Chief Olanipekun is a refined gentleman who believes that forgiveness frees , while bitterness binds. This is well conveyed in his comportment. He neither bluffs nor brags about his importance and greatness , just as he is always found in a whirl of work. According to him, when I leave my office, I go to my house. I belong to Ikoyi Club, but I hardly go there. I have sports kits, I don’t use them. It is my work I face all the time” . Chief Olanipekun  that I know, in all of these years of his stainless and selfless services to humanity, treats everyone with politeness , including those who are rude to him, not because they are nice, but because he is.

    Obviously, he is a fellow who does things that count, but doesn’t stop to count them. For instance, this writer is aware of a story of an ingrate law graduate who was recommended by the Head of Department for financial assistance. The indigent but brilliant graduate wanted to go to Law School in Abuja,  but had no money. Chief Olanipekun paid for his wig and gown, air ticket to Abuja and school fees. Sadly,  the young man disappeared from the radar after completing his legal training, failing to come back for gratitude. Yet this act of ingratitude has never stopped this legal colossus from assisting people thereafter.

    However, as opposed to the young man who ran away from his benefactor, one Izuchukwu Oziogu and another Blessing Osato who were both unknown to Chief Olanipekun , but benefitted from his Scholarship Scheme wrote via e-mail,  thanking the legal luminary for assisting them to become lawyers. According to Oziogu ‘’in a world where the norm is to think of one’s family, tribe, religion, colour as the case may be, I was amazed at the generosity of a learned silk, Chief Olanipekun who sought to ensure that I achieve my dream of being called to the Nigerian Bar. I am eternally grateful.’’

     

    • Mr. Sannu wrote in from Ibadan
  • Prof Abiola Irele: Tribute to a departed Master Quill

    Prof Abiola Irele: Tribute to a departed Master Quill

    On July 2, 2017, Professor Abiola Irele, a celebrated Nigerian academic, best known as the “doyen” of Africanist literary scholarship, passed away. He attended Nigeria’s premier university, University of Ibadan, from where he graduated with a bachelors’ degree in 1960. Following his graduation from Ibadan, he proceeded to Paris, France, to study the French language. He ended up with a Ph.D. in French from the University of Paris, Sorbonne, in 1966. He held successive teaching positions at the University of Ghana, University of Ife (now Obafemi Awolowo University) and the University of Ibadan, his alma mater.

    In 1989, Professor Irele joined the Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio, U.S.A, as a Professor of African, French and Comparative Literature. From the Ohio State University (OSU), Irele returned to Nigeria, where he took up the position of Provost at the newly established Kwara State University in Ilorin, Nigeria. Contemporaneously, he joined the faculty of Harvard University as a Visiting Professor of African and African American Studies and Romance Languages and Literatures, in the U.S.

    Professor Irele was born in Ora, Nigeria of Edo parentage. However, as a result of successive domicile in Enugu in the East, Lagos in the West and in his native Ora in the Midwest, he was fluent in Igbo, Yoruba and in his mother tongue, Ora. After returning to Lagos in 1944, Yoruba became the predominant Nigerian language he spoke. Of course, he could also speak the English language and mastered the French language thoroughly. He was, therefore, fluent in at least five languages.

    In many ways, Nigeria is a remarkable country. Apart from its demographic distinction as the most populous black country in the world, which is an accident of history; it has produced, and continues to produce, men and women of extraordinary intelligence, brilliance and talent in all fields of human endeavor. Without question, in the field of modern African Literature, Nigeria has produced the best and greatest number of African writers of any African country, since the decade of the 1950s. It has produced the most acclaimed novelists, playwrights, essayists and literary critics.

    Consequently, in both quantity and quality, Nigerian writers are unsurpassed anywhere on the African continent; and compete effectively against the best and the brightest anywhere in the world! In the specific area of literary criticism, Professor Abiola Irele stood head over shoulders above his contemporaries in Africa and around the world; which is why I dubbed him: a Master Quill; the quill being the medieval English word for the pen.

    Professor Irele began his intellectual sojourn within the literary canon known as Négritude, first theorized by the founder-president of modern Senegal, Léopold Sédar Senghor. In a maiden article of his, Professor Irele posed the question as the title to his piece: “What is Négritude?” It was published in Tejumola Olaniyan and Ato Quayson’s African Literature: An Anthology of Criticism and Theory. In that piece, Professor Irele defined Négritude as: “the literary and ideological movement of French-speaking black intellectuals, which took form as a distinctive and significant aspect of the comprehensive reaction of the black man to the colonial situation.” Additionally, in his collection of essays, titled: “Négritude et condition africaine, Professor Irele “explores the question of African thought. He begins by rejecting the notion of ideological difference between Anglophone and francophone Africa. He aims to root African progress in the present and not in a romanticized past.”

    Author of many books, journal articles, think pieces, public seminars and lectures; Professor Abiola Irele was a prolific writer, copious literary critic, intellectual and teacher. He was one the most accomplished architects as well as bricklayers of the foundation of modern African literary criticism, as a bona fide academic field in its own right. A few examples of his profound body of works, include but are not limited to the following: The African Experience in Literature and Ideology (1990); The African Imagination: Literature in Africa and the Black Diaspora (2001); “Négritude: Literature and Ideology,” published in The African Philosopher Reader (pp. 38-62), edited by P.H. Coetzee and A.P.J. Roux, Routledge (1988 and 2003); and Co-Editor, The Cambridge History of African and Caribbean Literature (2004). In 2013, Professor Abiola Irele was one of three accomplished Nigerians nationwide, awarded the Nigerian National Merit Award (NNOM). It was noted by the then President of Nigeria, Goodluck Jonathan, who was the conferrer of the award on that year’s recipients; that since the award was established thirty-four year ago, only seventy Nigerians have been so honored.

    My personal relationship and later, friendship with Professor Irele, began when he joined the faculty of the Ohio State University (OSU) in 1989. I had been teaching at a private liberal arts university in Delaware, Ohio called: Ohio Wesleyan University, since 1986.  Prof Irele

    I was also an adjunct lecturer in the Department of African American and African Studies at OSU as well as pursuing a doctoral degree in Political Science at OSU. Professor Irele was already a well-known senior professor in African Literature and Romance Languages. He struck me as urbane and self-assured, like one with an obliging attitude of “been there, done that.” In fact, I had occasion once to give him a ride from OSU to his temporary residence, before his wife and children joined him and they bought a house in Columbus, Ohio. I found him to be a highly educated, cosmopolitan and erudite academic.

    One day, just before the commencement of the summer break, I stopped by his office at OSU and gingerly informed him that I was putting finishing touches on the manuscript of my first novel, Black Mustard Seed (2002), and that I would be very appreciative if he reviews the work; and if he finds it worthy, provide a blurb for the back cover of the work in book form. In fact, my strategy at the time, being a first time author, was to get the endorsement of two “big guns” in African Literature: a well-known and respected novelist, for which I targeted the late great Professor Chinua Achebe; and a well-known African literary critic, for which I targeted the great, but sadly now, late Professor Abiola Irele. In retrospect, I count myself especially lucky and privileged to have gotten both their unqualified endorsements.

    However, at the time, Professor Irele, replied to my request that he would be willing to read the work, but was making no promises as to whether or not he will provide a blurb for the back cover. That, he said, would depend entirely on the quality of the manuscript. If he thinks it is up to snuff, he will gladly provide such a blurb; if he does not, he will return the manuscript to me with his private comments and a fair well. I appreciated his forthright manner, no beating about the bush, no false promises or as Americans would say, no “dicking” around.

    I thanked him profusely and left his office. A month later, I had the manuscript ready for Professor Irele’s review. And the summer break had just started, so he had a bit of time away from the heavy demands of teaching, endless committee meetings and penmanship, to pay some attention to the manuscript of this precocious upstart! A month later, I found the manuscript in my department mailbox, in the same large brown manila envelope in which I had sent it to him. In such situations, no matter how self-confident one may be, your heart will skip a beat or two. Although my telephone number and email were in the cover note I sent the manuscript with to him, he did not call me or send me an email, he simply put the manuscript in my department mailbox.

    I must admit, I postponed opening the envelope containing my manuscript, until I finished everything I had to do for the day, including dinner; then, I picked up the package and pried open its still sticky flap. Professor Irele’s blurb was preceded by a simple: “Congratulations!” Then, he appended his blurb: “This remarkable novel has several layers of narrative and meaning. It offers a sustained reflection, mediated by the narrative, upon the ambiguous political climate in which we are being called upon, as Africans, to come to terms with modernity.” A few months following the publication of the book in 2002, by Fourth Dimension Publishers, Enugu; the book was nominated for the Commonwealth Writers Prize.

    After he returned to Nigeria, and took up the position of Provost of Kwara State University, I lost touch with him for a couple of years. However, about two months ago, he sent me an email, once again, congratulating me on the new book he heard I had just published, and which was launched a few weeks earlier, at the Nigerian Embassy in the United States in Washington DC; titled:  A Tale of Two Giants: Chinua Achebe & Wole Soyinka (2016); requesting that I send him a copy of the book. He also told me that he will have the book reviewed in the literary journal they have at Kwara State University. Of course, I immediately mailed him a copy of the book along with my latest novel, Aftermath, which is a sequel to my earlier novel, Ejima. Shortly thereafter, he confirmed receipt of the two novels.

    I was delighted he got a chance to see, and perhaps, read the latest works of a young man he encouraged his literary effort about fifteen years ago, trying to keep the flag flying! Nigeria, Africa and the world, has lost yet another giant in the arts of philosophical inquiry and letters. I hope his wonderful wife and children, take solace in the fact that their father lived a good life and made a permanent imprint on African Literature and elocution. May his soul rest in perfect peace.

  • Tribute to Justice Itam (1955-2017)

    Tribute to Justice Itam (1955-2017)

    The day man unravels the mystery of life and death that day man becomes Divinity. That day will certainly not come as matters of life and death will forever remain in God’s province exclusively because He is the owner and giver of life and He takes it as He pleases. As mortals we can only ponder on the subjects in the firm knowledge that once there is life in our corporeal world, there must be death. Death in essence, though terminating life, is a consequence of life.

    Today, we mournfully and tearfully assemble to ponder on the death, and life, of the Honourable Justice Okoi Ikpi Itam, Chief Judge of Cross River State who died in office on March 19 at the age of 62 years, the second Chief Judge of Cross River State to die in office after the Honourable Justice Emmanuel E.E. Effanga. Death is like rain that must drop on every roof.

    The Holy Writ says “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven, a time to be born and a time to die….” Ecclesiastes 3.1. For Justice Itam, he has had his time to be born, and now his time to die. We will celebrate his worthy life, a life of love, service, sacrifice to family, humanity, community and the Almighty, his service to his profession, the Law, a profession he was he was passionate about and which gave him definition, and his service to the judiciary. We also mourn his loss, a huge loss to his family, his friends, his community, state, profession, the judiciary, the country and humanity at large. The death of a loved one or someone we know is a sober opportunity to reflect on our own lives, and indeed our own deaths, an immutable certainty, the futility, vanity, emptiness or meaninglessness of life. This reflection should lead us to reconciliation with God and fellow man and woman. What is the meaning of life?

    Again let me resort to the Bible.

    “What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from the beginning to the end. I know that that there is nothing better than for men to do good while they live.” Ecclesiastes 3. 9-12.

    As faithful mortals we can only but accept Justice Itam’s death as God’s will. Jusice Itam was not just a friend, he was a brother. I recall our undergraduate years and his visits to me in the University of Lagos and mine to him at the Enugu Campus of the University of Nigeria. In 1975 he represented Nigeria in the Philip Jesuit International Law Competition in New York, USA, a competition that attracts the best undergraduate students of international law worldwide and participants would have won their national contests. On his way to New York, he had spent the night with me in my hostel room. Winning the national competition was a feat and he had become a celebrity. He inspired my friends to take part in subsequent national competitions.

    I remember our years as young lawyers, the mutual visits, sharing our dreams of the future, trying to define our professional personae and our roles in society. He was a role model to the younger ones to whom he was” Lobito”. He was colourful. He understood the Law deeply as he did the culture and traditions of his Yakurr people and became an adviser to the Obol Lopon of Ugep at a very early age. His understanding of mechanical devises was even more remarkable. I recall how he spent his weekends dismantling car engines and building them back up. He singlehandedly converted his Volkswagen Beetle car into a sensational sports car.

    He had a remarkable career on the Bench both in Nigeria and the Gambia where he acted as Chief Justice.

    On occasions like this, I ask the question, ’’ when is the best time for someone to die”?

    Before I attempt an answer let me invite us to reflect on the state of our judges and the judiciary in Nigeria today. Though I was not born in the judiciary, I grew up in it. It is for this reason that I was christened “Judiciary pickin”. I grew up in a judiciary where our judges were considered the best in Africa .Our state’s judiciary was so good that our Chief Justice as Chief Judges were then called, Justice Darnley Alexander was appointed Chief Justice of Nigeria. Nigeria exported judges (including Justice Itam) to other African countries and beyond. Judges lived in well maintained and well-furnished homes with standby generators. They had well stocked libraries at home and in the chambers. They had brand new official vehicles with backups. They were entitled to medical check-ups and treatment where necessary abroad. Judges were well looked after by the state and were dignified and incorruptible.

    Can we say the same today? Certainly not. Today Judges live in ramshackle called homes, move around in contraptions called vehicles, are left to their fate regarding their health, and a collection of a few ancient texts for libraries at home and in their chambers. The judiciary also has been in the news for reasons that are not edifying. While the judiciary must do some introspection and self-cleansing to regain public confidence and trust, government, at all levels, must live up to its responsibility to the judiciary. Funding of the judiciary is a constitutional matter and the constitutional provisions should be strictly adhered to. Our judges should be well looked after. Government must use Justice Itam’s death to reflect on whether it did all it could have done for him. If it did, so be it, if it did not let no other judge die where he or she could have been helped.

    My Lords, learned colleagues, the best time to die is when one dies. For Justice Itam, it was his time to die. The appointment with death does not admit of adjournment or postponement and so it shall be for each one of us. It is an appointment that must be promptly kept. For Justice Itam like St. Paul – “He has fought a good fight, he has finished his course, he has kept the faith, now there is a crown of righteousness, which the  Lord, the righteous judge will award to him on that day – not only to   him, but also to all who have longed for his appearing .”

    Goodnight My Lord, farewell and rest in perfect peace in the bosom of your Maker, a rest you have earned eternally.

     

    • Senator Ndoma-Egba is Chairman of the Niger Delta Development Commission (NDDC)

     

  • Tribute to Justice Itam (1955-2017)

    The day man unravels the mystery of life and death that day man becomes Divinity. That day will certainly not come as matters of life and death will forever remain in God’s province exclusively because He is the owner and giver of life and He takes it as He pleases. As mortals we can only ponder on the subjects in the firm knowledge that once there is life in our corporeal world, there must be death. Death in essence, though terminating life, is a consequence of life.

    Today, we mournfully and tearfully assemble to ponder on the death, and life, of the Honourable Justice Okoi Ikpi Itam, Chief Judge of Cross River State who died in office on March 19 at the age of 62 years, the second Chief Judge of Cross River State to die in office after the Honourable Justice Emmanuel E.E. Effanga. Death is like rain that must drop on every roof.

    The Holy Writ says “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven, a time to be born and a time to die….” Ecclesiastes 3.1. For Justice Itam, he has had his time to be born, and now his time to die. We will celebrate his worthy life, a life of love, service, sacrifice to family, humanity, community and the Almighty, his service to his profession, the Law, a profession he was he was passionate about and which gave him definition, and his service to the judiciary. We also mourn his loss, a huge loss to his family, his friends, his community, state, profession, the judiciary, the country and humanity at large. The death of a loved one or someone we know is a sober opportunity to reflect on our own lives, and indeed our own deaths, an immutable certainty, the futility, vanity, emptiness or meaninglessness of life. This reflection should lead us to reconciliation with God and fellow man and woman. What is the meaning of life?

    Again let me resort to the Bible.

    “What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from the beginning to the end. I know that that there is nothing better than for men to do good while they live.” Ecclesiastes 3. 9-12.

    As faithful mortals we can only but accept Justice Itam’s death as God’s will. Jusice Itam was not just a friend, he was a brother. I recall our undergraduate years and his visits to me in the University of Lagos and mine to him at the Enugu Campus of the University of Nigeria. In 1975 he represented Nigeria in the Philip Jesuit International Law Competition in New York, USA, a competition that attracts the best undergraduate students of international law worldwide and participants would have won their national contests. On his way to New York, he had spent the night with me in my hostel room. Winning the national competition was a feat and he had become a celebrity. He inspired my friends to take part in subsequent national competitions.

    I remember our years as young lawyers, the mutual visits, sharing our dreams of the future, trying to define our professional personae and our roles in society. He was a role model to the younger ones to whom he was” Lobito”. He was colourful. He understood the Law deeply as he did the culture and traditions of his Yakurr people and became an adviser to the Obol Lopon of Ugep at a very early age. His understanding of mechanical devises was even more remarkable. I recall how he spent his weekends dismantling car engines and building them back up. He singlehandedly converted his Volkswagen Beetle car into a sensational sports car.

    He had a remarkable career on the Bench both in Nigeria and the Gambia where he acted as Chief Justice.

    On occasions like this, I ask the question, ’’ when is the best time for someone to die”?

    Before I attempt an answer let me invite us to reflect on the state of our judges and the judiciary in Nigeria today. Though I was not born in the judiciary, I grew up in it. It is for this reason that I was christened “Judiciary pickin”. I grew up in a judiciary where our judges were considered the best in Africa .Our state’s judiciary was so good that our Chief Justice as Chief Judges were then called, Justice Darnley Alexander was appointed Chief Justice of Nigeria. Nigeria exported judges (including Justice Itam) to other African countries and beyond. Judges lived in well maintained and well-furnished homes with standby generators. They had well stocked libraries at home and in the chambers. They had brand new official vehicles with backups. They were entitled to medical check-ups and treatment where necessary abroad. Judges were well looked after by the state and were dignified and incorruptible.

    Can we say the same today? Certainly not. Today Judges live in ramshackle called homes, move around in contraptions called vehicles, are left to their fate regarding their health, and a collection of a few ancient texts for libraries at home and in their chambers. The judiciary also has been in the news for reasons that are not edifying. While the judiciary must do some introspection and self-cleansing to regain public confidence and trust, government, at all levels, must live up to its responsibility to the judiciary. Funding of the judiciary is a constitutional matter and the constitutional provisions should be strictly adhered to. Our judges should be well looked after. Government must use Justice Itam’s death to reflect on whether it did all it could have done for him. If it did, so be it, if it did not let no other judge die where he or she could have been helped.

    My Lords, learned colleagues, the best time to die is when one dies. For Justice Itam, it was his time to die. The appointment with death does not admit of adjournment or postponement and so it shall be for each one of us. It is an appointment that must be promptly kept. For Justice Itam like St. Paul – “He has fought a good fight, he has finished his course, he has kept the faith, now there is a crown of righteousness, which the  Lord, the righteous judge will award to him on that day – not only to   him, but also to all who have longed for his appearing .”

    Goodnight My Lord, farewell and rest in perfect peace in the bosom of your Maker, a rest you have earned eternally.

     

    • Senator Ndoma-Egba is Chairman of the Niger Delta Development Commission (NDDC)
  • Tribute to Prof Osotimehin

    SIR: Life is one clear paradox that is both colourless and colourful with equal intensity. The spectrum of life radiates differently for every individual, forming a rainbow of colours, supper imposed before the setting sun. For Professor Babatunde Osotimehin, the sun has set leaving us with memories of his wonderful multiple colours in the journey of life. His rainbow, post human existence will be more colourful as his track records will continue to resonate in the corners of the globe testifying to his service to humanity.

    For me, the transition of Professor Osotimehin has exposed me to seeing beyond physical comprehension that life presents colourlessness once an individual fails to recognize a path set to traverse by nature to achieve. Osotimehin indeed followed the right path and achieved beautiful reflections of service. It is therefore instructive that to attain the best in life, you must understand that the path is often faint, uncertain, sometime daunting. Refusal to identify and follow it presents the individual with the colourlessness of life in the wilderness – heralding a lifetime of gloom projected towards doom. It is always a wonder, mystery and attestation of God’s unequalled power when death gently puts out the candles, shuts down the rainbow spectrum, leaving a canvas of a sunset, heralding the end of a life that is on proven account so resourceful and impactful to humanity.

    I stand tall to affirm that words cannot comprehensively express the mercurial journey of this great icon of intelligence, sophistication and selflessness. This iconic figure spent greater part of his career in search of freedom for the oppressed and sometimes hapless and helpless to ensure they are not hopeless – his beneficiaries include women and young people. No doubt the shock wave that came with the sad news of the demise of professor Osotimehin who passed on to eternal glory on Sunday June 4, in New York is still vibrating among those of us who were fortunate to encounter this great Nigerian. He was a workaholic and gifted advocate for the advancement of women and young people and indeed humanity as a whole.

    Prof Osotimehin’s episodic sojourn on mother earth and the quality of life he lived immortalizes him as a great leader who impacted on many.  His footprints of service to the world remain indelible! He possessed a distinctive life force that directed his will power for practical fulfilment of his social activities and life ambitions. In fact, his rise to power was gradual and this was propelled by the zeal to serve humanity beyond doubts. He will be particularly remembered for his brilliance, loyalty to his family and friends, exceptional command of ethos, empathy, especially for women and young people. He would also be remembered for his ever-flowing sense of courtesy, advocacy skill and penchant for societal development. Little wonder then that he earned such an epithet as ‘advocacy colossus’.

    I recall his mentorship along with Prof Janice Olawoye in my FLD years as a MacArthur Grantee in my journey into Reproductive Health Education mission in Niger State. He was very supportive and on September 16, 1999, he joined Prof Janice Olawoye and Dr Kole Shettima, the Country Director, Mac Arthur Foundation on my advocacy visit to the then Governor of Niger State, Late Engr A A Kure represented by the then Deputy Governor, Dr Shem Zagbayi Nuhu along with Permanent Secretary, Ministry of Health, Dr Idris Mohammed.

    He will live on in our memories truly as a great honourable development worker and true leader.

     

    • Prof Mohammed Kuta Yahaya,

    University of Ibadan.

  • Tribute to Onukaba Adinoyi-Ojo

    Two years ago when I wrote a griping, moving and well published tribute on my late lecturer and university of Ibadan trained erudite Professor of Political Science, Kunle Amuwo, I had prayed fervently against death’s unkindest and untimely cut on our beloved ones. I had no premonition that in less than two years I would be compelled to render another epistemological dirge on one of Nigeria’s erudite scholars, thoroughbred journalist and humanist, Dr. Adinoyi-Ojo Onukaba who was tragically killed by a reckless driver in a bizarre armed robbery scene along Akure road in Ondo State.

    I read the recent superlative tribute of the celebrated publisher of Ovation Magazine, Dele Momodu which struck a similar chord in the triangulation of destinies of the late Dr. Onukaba and some of us during our academic and career sojourn. Keller Brown was the adopted school boy (alias or guy name) of the brilliant and swash buckling Adinoyi Shuaibu Ojo as he was then known at Ebira Anglican College, Okene (now Lennon Memorial College). He made a distinction in the West African School Certificate Examination (WASCE) in 1977, the very year I entered the same school. I never met him in school but his legendary academic prowess and mercurial leadership as the college head boy was a reference point for those of us who saw in Dr. Onukaba a shining star and role model.

    In 1979 after obtaining his advanced level certificate, the young Onukaba came back to Lennon Memorial College to teach us English Literature in our year two and our star novel was “Cry the Beloved Country” a chronicle of the tribulation and dehumanizing plight of the black people in the infamous apartheid regime in South Africa. He demystified the childish and fearful imagery of English Literature as a very difficult subject. Many of us began to show keen interest in the subject but our romance with English Literature was short-lived as Onukaba left for further studies at the University of Ibadan.

    In 1984 when I gained admission to study Political Science at the University of Ibadan the name Onukaba resonated again and the reverberation of his intellectual exploits found expression and anchorage at the Guardian Newspapers as one of its most prolific, investigative and interrogative journalists. I did not meet him again at the premier university but his academic footprint became my prismatic compass as a teenage undergraduate in search of a role model.

    Our path crossed again after my National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) in 1988 when I needed a job badly because my parents had advised me to abandon my M.Sc degree admission to Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile Ife in order to join hands with them in training my siblings in the universities.

    In my agonizing moment, I remembered Onukaba, the avant-garde journalist and headed for Lagos. I went to The Guardian to see Onukaba who was at the apogee of his journalism career. As for me, Onukaba was the Cicero and doyen of modern journalism in Ebiraland and I set out to mould myself in his genre. It was a busy period for him on that fateful day so we had a hurried discussion and he advised me to come on board as a freelance journalist for a start. It was a good counsel but not an economic option because my parents were waiting for me to supplement the family budget. Onukaba’s wise counsel however buoyed the confidence in my choice to make a career in Journalism and I immediately left Lagos to Kano to meet one of my aunties who helped me secure a reportorial job with Triumph newspapers under the tutelage of the brilliant and young Editor, Malam Garba Shehu (now Senior Special Assistant to the President on Media and Publicity).

    I cut my journalism teeth at Triumph newspapers and in less than a year I was deployed to Ilorin as Kwara State Editor and before I could barely settle down, was again moved in 1991 to Lagos as Regional Correspondent with the primary responsibility of covering aviation sector. This was the same aviation beat where Onukaba loomed larger than life because of his reverential exploits as a ruthless, investigative journalist and combatant. Again I never met him on the beat because he had left few years back to pursue his PhD and subsequently a career as United Nations Information Officer but he remained a mirror image and edifying reflection of my struggle for excellence and dedicated service as a journalist.

    It was only four years ago that I became close to him when we met severally at the annual dinner of the University of Ibadan Alumni Association. He later read in details the serialized newspapers interviews celebrating my 50th Birthday on how our academic and career paths crossed some years ago. In his characteristic humility, he telephoned me to congratulate me.

    Two weeks before his tragic death, some old school mates and myself put a call to Dr. Onukaba during one of our planning committee meetings for the forthcoming 50th Anniversary celebration of our Alma Mater (Lennon Memorial College) initially slated for April. He commended our efforts and gladly offered to meet with some executive members of the old boys association on Monday March 6,. A day before the appointed day tragedy struck and Dr. Onukaba was hurried out of this sinful world. His death like so many others has ignited the unresolved debate between the two schools of thoughts, the proponents of predestination and adherents of the free will.

    The school of predestination believe that whatever happens to a man from cradle to grave has been pre-ordained by God and he cannot change God’s agenda in his life. The free will school of thought however argues that man has the freewill to change his own destiny and believes that such fatalistic resignation to fate is untenable. Whatever may be our persuasion and belief between the two diametrically opposed schools of thought, there is no doubt that the omniscience and omnipotent God is the Architect of our destiny who determines the mode of our entrance and exit out of this world. Life is indeed a stage in which we are merely acting God’s scripts. How do we explain the fact that Dr. Onukaba alighted from his vehicle to take cover from the lethal bullets of the armed robbers only to be mowed down on the same spot by a reckless driver? Nobody knows who will be the next victim of the invincible spectre (death) haunting all of us. Dr. Onukaba had written a tearful and emotion – laden tribute on his late wife, Rachel two years ago and ruefully he is now the subject of a national mourning. The management of Lennon Memorial College has shifted its 50th anniversary celebration from this April to July as a mark of respect for its illustrious alumnus, Dr. Onukaba who is resting in perfect peace with God.

    It is with heavy heart that we mourn a rare gem, an accomplished scholar, consummate journalist and shinning role model.

     

    • Dr. Jimoh is Director, Special Duties at NAFDAC, Abuja.
  • Tribute to Ogbemudia

    SIR: As I celebrate the sad and sudden departure of my mentor and leader, Dr. S.O Ogbemudia, I unequivocally state that university degrees do not necessarily make a leader. A leader is born with a clear vision, sense of transparency, dedication, humility, resilience and above all, common sense, which are the major imperatives that build and drive a world-class leader. Dr. Ogbemudia was and remains a world- class leader.

    As a servant leader, he served the Mid-West State and later Bendel and, indeed, the Nigerian nation with honour, dignity and passion. His humble residence at Iheya Street, New Benin, Benin City, is a clear testimony of a man even though he was a two-time Governor, Chairman of Federal Sports Commission, Chairman, Nigerian Railway Corporation, Member, Supreme Military Council (SMC), Member, PDP Board of Trustees, Member, Governing Council, University of Abuja, and in his twilight, chieftain of ruling APC, the Action Governor was a silent achiever. The fallen hero had no house in Abuja, in spite of all the opportunities which smiled at him.

    In education, road infrastructure, sports, healthcare, inter alia, Dr. Ogbemudia was a colossus who traversed all nooks and crannies of Bendel State and left his foot prints in the sands of time.

    Born of an Igbanke father and a Bini mother, Brig-General Samuel Osaigbovo Ogbemudia emerged as a Major on the military political platform, and having assisted Major General David Akpode Ejoor to liberate the Mid-West Region, was appointed Military Administrator of the Mid-West Region by General Yakubu Gowon in 1967.

    Dr. S.O Ogbemudia left Western Boys High School (now Airewele College) after his School Certificate course to join the Nigerian Army where he developed into an intellectual of unimaginable dimension. No wonder, as founder of the University of Benin, he was conferred with an enviable Doctorate degree (PhD) Honoris Causa.

    It must be acknowledged that Dr. Ogbemudia made all Mid-Westerners proud wherever they found themselves in Nigeria and in the Diaspora because of the feat which he performed during his tenure as Military Governor.

    Each time I had the privilege of a private conversation with His Excellency, I was struck by the level of his wit and intellectual sagacity. General Ogbemudia was indeed a practical politician in various areas of statesmanship.

    Dr. Ogbemudia has left a void too difficult to fill, both in Edo and Delta State. During the Second Republic when late Olorogun Michael Ibru attempted to run against him at the NPN Gubernatorial Primary Election, Ibru’s mother was quick at asking him to step down for Dr. Ogbemudia to avoid imminent disgrace, in spite of his acclaimed wealth and fame. Dr. Ogbemudia was a political tactician and craftsman. No wonder he gave an unequivocal support to Ex-Governor Adams Oshiomhole, even though he was a chieftain of the PDP. His wonderful charisma also made him defeat the incumbent Governor, Prof Ambrose Ali, in 1983 at the Governorship Election in Bendel State.

    The Action Governor’s popularity spread beyond Bendel State. He was a household name in Nigeria and abroad. His Cabinet was a nursery where Chief Edwin Kiagbodo Clark and late Chief B.O.W Mafeni were nurtured and transplanted to General Yakubu Gowon as Federal Commissioners (Ministers of Information and Agriculture respectively). Dr. Ogbemudia specifically recommended both Commissioners to General Gowon.

    Dr. Ogbemudia’s humility knew no bounds. Many years after leaving office as Civilian Governor, he accepted to be reconciled with HRM Ovie Uyo I and Ozoro Community in present Isoko North LGA over his support for Oleh as the head quarters of old Isoko LGA instead of Ozoro. The reconciliation was effected on my plea with Dr. Ogbemudia which event took place at Notre Dame College, Ozoro. The reconciliation brought permanent peace between Ozoro and Oleh Communities to date.

    As I join Edo, Delta indigenes and other Nigerians to celebrate the departure of our illustrious and indefatigable leader to eternity, it is instructive to recall the immortal words of William Shakespeare that life is transient:

    “All the world is a stage and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances”.

    My Mentor and leader has passed on to eternity at the ripe age of 84 years; but his memory and good works will remain green in the minds of all those who knew and loved him. I remain one of those who shared the joy and frustrations of Nigerian Politics with him.

    Farewell, Your Excellency, the Action Governor of Bendel State. May God Almighty grant you eternal rest.

     

    • Olorogun Atuyota  Ejughemre, Jp,

    Former Electoral Commissioner,

    Bendel State