VOL.14. NO.9, 07-04-14
Dear Daddy,
I hope you
are not cross that I bother you with this letter and so soon too. You are in a
place of rest but a child like me cannot and will not allow you to forget that
he is around and needs Daddy still.
Our elders
say that “oku olomo ki sun.” (“The
dead with offspring left behind still keep an eye on them”). I am not too sure
whether this applies to the dead who are say, Chinese, British, Hausa, Ibo,
Zulu, Egyptian, Holtenpot, Igalla, etc. Those ones may decide to sleep, but the
Yoruba dead do not sleep or forget about their offspring; so there!
Today, 7th
April 2014 marks the tenth day since you “crossed the border.” Even though you
left us quietly, even stylishly, the “whole Nigeria” has heard about your
departure to yonderland.
I am sure
you’ve met Baba Awolowo and Chiefs Michael Ajasin and Bola Ige, not to talk of
your own dear father, Master. Thank
God for Master, who made you abandon
the aspiration to become a doctor and turned you into a Barrister.
I am happy
to report that your dear wife and our mama, is keeping the home front afloat
even though she is missing you terribly. She told me you were not just a
husband to her but a father and a friend.
My sisters,
Tola and Bola are doing very well too, attending to the unending stream of
relatives, friends, neighbours and other fellow Nigerians who are paying
condolence visits to the family.
Daddy, is it
too late to make a legal practitioner out of Tola? Her mouth is too sharp for
an accountant that she is. Accountants are supposed to be dull, wooden figures
and saturated mechanical characters, but she is not. She is fond of calling me
“Omo Baba” and introducing me to people as “Omo Baba” so I have resolved to pay
her back in her own coin. From now on, her name is “Omo G.O.K,” I make a solemn
vow to start calling her “Omo G.O.K”; we’ll see who will get tired first.
Daddy, all
sorts of wonderful fellows have come to pay condolence visits to Mama. Bola
Tinubu the Jagaban was here; Babatunde Fashola of the “Pay your Tax” fame was
also here. Ibikunle Amosun too, came calling. His Excellency, Prince Bola
Ajibola too. Your aburo Tunji Ayanlaja SAN also came but
without his famous Apoti Aje. Mr. Okey Wali SAN, the president of the Nigerian Bar
Association in company of several ‘Tigers’ and Dolphins from the Lagoon Bar
also came.
The chairman
of the Surulere Local Government also came calling, only to be put to task by
Mama on the poor condition of the road to the house.
There was
this gentleman who also came a visiting. He would not touch the scrumptious
small chops offered him on the grounds that tradition forbade refreshment on
condolence visits.
But Mama
would not hear of any such talk. “Hey, look my dear, we are not mourning here,
we are celebrating life. G.O.K died an old man. He was going to mark his 83rd
birthday,” she said.
Daddy,
enough of the reports – let me go to my real reason for writing you.
And I ask
only one question: Where is the book, the story of your earthly life that I repeatedly
advised and requested you to write before your departure to yonderland?
http://learnedsquib.blogspot.com/2013/04/if-you-see-my-papa-hosannah-by-adesina.html
http://learnedsquib.blogspot.com/2013/04/if-you-see-my-papa-hosannah-by-adesina.html
Daddy, where
is it?
Well, don’t
be too distressed. What a daddy cannot or would not do, his kids can do.
For your
information, I am interested in that project; so is Tola. Though you never
wrote your Auto biography we shall do your Biography.
Close enough
the target, I guess?
Old man, we
miss you. And Bye for now, Sir.
Your Son,
Adesina
Ogunlana.
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