By Kola Animashaun

My father, Abul-Lateef Adisa Animasaun, worked for Chief Okupe for some years until he decided to go on his own.  He handled cash and credit for the man that Nigerians knew wide and wide as Agbonmagbe.  He was also known as Agbonmagbe Bank.

Agbonmagbe ran a good bank that the Western Regional Government bought it off him and then it became the Wema Bank. Till the end of the time of Chief Okupe, the chief and my father were good friends. My father would seek advice from him.  My father died many years ago at 82.

My father was such a trustworthy fellow, he could be trusted with cash and confidence.  In private conversation, Okupe knew him as Omoluabi (a trustworthy person).  To be sure, my father was never a very rich man (he was never a poor man) but he was a contented man till the end of his life.

He kept accounts of his transactions even when it concerned his children and that included me.

My father had a pet saying that if a man was a thief, a fornicator, or a liar, he just didn’t have one thing – he simply did not have shame.  Of course, he was not original.  It was the saying of the Holy Prophet Muhammad (SAW). He said if a man has no shame he would do anything.

The papers were full of the shameful acts of most Nigerians last Sunday concerning the coming out of the prison of Bode George.  They said he was looking very “ebullient and refreshed.”

Of course, one of the papers wrote “his release would have been solemn” but it “turned out to be a carnival of some sort.”

The former President, Obasanjo, was at the thanksgiving service at the premier Anglican Church, the Cathedral Church of Christ, Lagos as well as the Ogun State Governor, Gbenga Daniel and many others.

His supporters turned out in white, blue and lemon green coloured T-shirts emblazoned with George’s image.

It means we have finally glorified thievery. So, it means we can, many of our leaders, go to jail and come back to give thanks for getting out alive and have to enjoy the loot as if nothing has happened.  The Yoruba sense of morality has gone to the dogs and we cannot preach any sense of pride.

Some people have the sense of occasion and they are contrite.  They, who will not make any noise, went home quietly.  We did not hear of Aminu Dabo, Olusegun Abidoye, Abdullahi Tafida, Zanna Maidaribe and Sule Aliyu.

So, the PDP will direct our attention since he has been touted “Olabode George Joseph of our time.”  And he has promised “to cause tsunami in Lagos so that ther  parties  will (get the) jitters.”

My Golden Nights 2

By Prince Bola Ajibola

(Continues from last edition)

Prince Bola Ajibola turns 77 this month and he continues his Golden Nights in this short piece.

This remarkable practice started while I was still a kid at the elementary class called Standard 2 (which is now called Primary 2).  This was as far back as 1946. Before then I must explain that in our Yoruba community in the South West of Nigeria, women were by and large not educated.  The general presumption was that their education would end up in the kitchens at their husbands’ homes anyway and learning how to cook is not all about education.  So in our own polygamous home of twenty five children (incidentally I was the 13th child with 12 before me and 12 after) where females were predominantly more than males, it was apparently the misconceived notion of our father that all our sisters must not receive western education.  Thus three of my sisters of the same mother were not educated at all.

Fortunately, when I came in as my mother’s contribution of a male child, it was a joyous moment in our life, that I would by right be educated and contributed to the intellectual development of our great royal family.  My mother was then overjoyed.  But at that time, my immediate elder sister, Mrs. Adetoun Arogundade had the advantage of being given a special permission by our father to receive a formal education at a very reputable girls school.

My mother was doubly overjoyed because as far as she was concerned, education was the “be all and end all”.  But unfortunately and contrary to her expectation, I started misbehaving in my class and in the school by once a while abstaining from going to school in order to attend to my love for farming.

The sad news reached my mother and she called me to give me a thorough dressing down. She then said to me that if I turned out to be educationally poor or backward she would not be bothered and not care because at that time my immediate elder sister was doing very well in school and even gaining first position in her class.  She therefore told me that I could do whatever I liked with my life that, that would not bother her at all.  That was how I was thoroughly rebuffed by my mother.

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