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Opinion: And the Death of Meteors By Femi Kehinde
William Shakespeare, perhaps the greatest English poet and playwright, in his epic play- Macbeth, looking melancholic and distraught, as a result of the death of lady Macbeth, had soliloquized-
“Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools. The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
The world is replete with history of men who came in a jiffy and left so soon. They are usually referred to as meteors.
A meteor is like a shooting star. It sparkles, it dazzles, it brightens up, but it is also a falling star. They are also like joy, that has a slender body, that breaks so soon- “Ayo abara bin tin,” as was depicted in Ola Rotimi’s epic play- “The gods are not to blame.” A meteor rises fast and disappears at the apogee (height) of its glory. Meteors are always messengers, usually in a hurry to deliver their messages and disappear.
Meteors are like-
Raphael Ernest Grill Armattoe -12th of August, 1913 – 22nd of December, 1953
Duro Ladipo-1931-1978, Walter Rodney-23rd March, 1942 to the 15th June, 1980 A Ghanaian doctor, author, poet and politician.
Dr. Walter Rodney, prominent scholar, historian, political activist- 23rd march 1942 to 13 June 1980.
Pius Adebola Adesanmi 1972 to 10 March 2019.
Joseph Sanusi Gbadamosi Adegoke Adelabu- Penkelemesi a dazzling politician, meteor and iconoclast- 1915-1958
Olusegun Awolowo, January 20 1939 to July 10 1963.
Tunji Ogunkanmi founder and promoter- Cornerstone Insurance Plc, October 5 1960 to November 5, 2000.
Raphael Ernest Grill Armattoe – 1st August, 1913 to 1953
He lived for 40 years. He was a Ghanaian doctor, author, poet and politician. He was nominated for the 1949 Nobel peace prize and was a strong campaigner for the unification of British and French Togo land.
REG was born at keta in the Gold Coast, in what is now known as the Volta Region of Ghana. After his basic education in the Gold Coast, he left for Germany in 1930, at the age of 17, for further studies.
He studied in Germany, France and the Ireland. He eventually qualified as a medical doctor in Edinburgh and established his own private practice.
His research for the use of the “Abochi drug” against human parasites, led to his nomination for the Nobel prize in physiology or medicine in 1948.
Armattoe later devoted more time to writing. He returned to the Gold Coastin 1947 and set up a medical clinic at Kumasi, at the Ashanti region.
He turned his attention to politics, writing and poetry. His first collection of poems- “between the forest and sea,” was published in 1950.
Armattoe and Kwame Nkurmah were of different political divides. He joined the Ghana Congress Party( GCP) rather than Nkurmah Convention People’s party (CPP)
Armattoe died young and he had predicted his death in a popular poem – “the way I would like to die.”
He had said in the poem, he would like to die while the dew is wet on the ground. The dew is wet on the ground in the morning – a metaphorical phrase to express the morning of life i.e. when one is young.
“This is the way I would like to go
If you must know
I would like to go while still young
While the dew is wet on the grass
To perish in a great air crash
With a silver plane burning bright
Like a flashing star in the night
While the huge wreckage all ablaze, shines brightly for my last embrace..
I’d like to see the flames consume
Each nerve and bone and hair and nail
Till of dust naught but ash remains
Or as stone, swiftly sink unseen
But if I should hear someone wail
Because dust has gone back to dust
Mad with fury, I shall return
To smite the poor wretch on the head
So let me go when I am young
And the dew is still on the fern
With a silver plane burning bright
Like a flashing star in the night…”
In 1953, Armattoe travelled to New York City, leading a delegation to address the United Nations about the “Eweland question”, seeking international support for a union between British and French Togo. On his way back to the Gold Coast, he visited his daughter Irusia, at the time a student in Dublin, Republic of Ireland, and then Germany. He fell ill and died in a hospital in Hamburg. His wife reported that he said he had been poisoned by some unknown persons. He had apparently been attacked previously by supporters of Kwame Nkrumah.
Armattoe was married to Swiss-born Leonie Schwartz, who was also known as “Marina”. They had two daughters, the elder, Irusia, being born in Derry. Armattoe and his family lived at Kumasi in Ghana until his death. His father, Robert Glikpo Armattoe, was a merchant who traded mainly with the Germans and also studied local indigenous languages.
R.E.G Armattoe, Rest in perfect peace.
Duro Ladipo-1931 to 1978
He was one of the best known Yoruba theatre icons, playwrights and stage theatre iconoclast. Like his name sounded, he was born, several times, before he finally stayed, hence the name – Duroorike
His stage plays captivated Yoruba myths, pantheons, folklores and history. His most famous play- Oba Koso (the king did not hang )was a dramatisation of the Yoruba story of how Alaafin Sango became the orisha of thunder. This play received international acclaim at the first common-wealth art festival, Berlin in 1965 and on a European tour packaged by his mentor- Professor Ulli Beier.
Duroorike, was raised in a Christian family. His father was an Anglican church priest in Osogbo. However, Duro’s interest in stage plays, drama and history, may have been influenced by his grandfather, who migrated to Osogbo after the Jalumi war.
His grandfather was a Sango priest, and was well versed in the Yoruba mythology, especially those emanating from old Oyo.
At a young age, Duro Ladipo sneaked out of the vicarage to watch Yoruba festivals. As a choir master in the church, he scandalised the church, by including Bata drums in the Easter Cantata, that he had composed for the church and he was thereafter excused from the church choir group.
He thereafter started his home theatre group in 1961, but he became fully established, with the founding of the Mbari Mbayo club in Oshogbo.
With a soaring popularity and fame of a theatre icon, he produced Oba Moro in 1962, Oba Koso and Oba wa ja, in 1964.
He was part of the Mbari Mbayo club in Ibadan in 1961 and he later transformed the club into a cultural centre, art gallery and a meeting point for young artists seeking to develop their talents in Oshogbo and its environs.
Duro Ladipo wrote quite a number of plays such as – Suru Baba Iwa and Tani mo owo iku.
He also produced stage plays for television stations. He produced- “Bode wa sinmi” for the Nigerian Television Authority, Ibadan.
He dispensed with the traditional dances and the opening and closing Glee’s, usually employed for bracketing performances.
Ladipo expressed his passion for Yoruba culture and tradition through drama, music , dance and stage performance.
On the 11th of March, 1978, at the age of 47, Duro Ladipo breathed his last, after a brief illness in Oshogbo. Within this short space, Ladipo had dominated the theatre world like a colossus. May the soul of this thespian, theatre icon, dramatist and playwright, rest in perfect peace.
Walter Rodney – 23rd march 1942 to 15th June, 1980 was born into a working class family in George town, Guyana.
He was an exceptionally bright student, a champion debater that earned him a scholarship at the university college in the West Indies, Jamica. He graduated in 1963 at the age of 21 with a first class degree in History. In 1966, at the age of 24, Rodney earned a PhD in African History, at the school of African and oriental studies, England.
Rodney wrote his book- “A history of the upper guinea” in 1970 and was widely acclaimed for his originality. He travelled widely and became very well known internationally as a scholar, activist and a formidable orator. He taught at the university of Dar es Sallam in Tanzania, between 1966 to 1967 and 1969 and 1974 and briefly at his Alma matter- University of the West Indies in Mona in 1969.
On the 15th of October, 1968, the government of Jamaica, because of Rodney’s socialist inclinations, declared him a persona- non Grata and was banned from ever entering Jamaica and was also subsequently dismissed by the University of the West Indies.
This harsh political stand and vendetta on Rodney, by the Jamaican Prime minster, Huge Shearer, led to a mass uprising against the government by students and the poor of West Quinton, which escalated into a riot, known as the “Rodney riot.”
This riot, which resulted in several deaths, hazards and violence, caused the Jamaican government, millions of dollars in damages.
The riot triggered an increase In political awareness across the Carribbean, especially among the Rastafarian section of Jamaica and was well documented in Rodney’s book, – “the groundings with my brother” published in 1969.
In 1969, at the age of 27, Rodney became a professor of history at the University of Dar-es Sallam.
There, he served as a professor until 1974. In 1972, he wrote his epic and most influential book- “How Europe Under-developed Africa.”
The book became enormously influencial and it was perhaps among the first set of books, that would bring a fresh perspective on under development in Africa.
When in Dar-es-sallam, he was influential in developing a new center of African learning and discussion. In 1974, Rodney returned home to take up an appointment as a Professor at the university of Guyana, but the Guyanese government prevented his appointment.
Despite this denial, he became increasingly active in politics, he founded the Working People’s Alliance- a party that provided an effective and credible opposition to the Guyanese Government.
On the 30th of June 1980, Rodney was killed in Georgetown at the age of 38, by a bomb planted in his car- a month after returning from celebrations, that had seen Robert Mugabe’s emergence as the first President of Zimbabwe.
His brother- Donald Rodney, who was also injured in the explosion, said that a Sergeant in Guyana defence force, named Gurgle Smith, had planted in Rodney’s car, the bomb that killed him.
After the killing, Smith fled to French Guiana. There was a wide suspicion, though not proven, that the assassination was set up by Guiana’s then President- Linden Forbes Burnham. Rodney’s mission and struggle was to lift the cause of the masses (proletariats) from the hands of the bourgeoisies- (the elites class in the society.)
Rodney, one of the most outstanding and profound scholars on the African continent, certainly lived his 38 years, for the poor of Africa.
A fellow Professor- Winston Mark Bower at the Walter Rodney- commemorative symposium held at York college, in June 2010 remarked that Walter Rodney- was a pioneering scholar, who provided new answers to old questions and post old questions, in relation to the study of Africa.
Professor Wole Soyinka, a Nobel laurette, at a symposium, on Friday, the 27th June, 1980 at the Oduduwa Hall, University of Ife, Nigeria, remarked that- Walter Rodney – “was clearly one of the most solidly idealogically situated intellectuals ever to look colonialism and it’s contemporary heir- black opportunism and exploitation in the eye”
Rodney, perhaps must have lived ahead of his time.
May his soul rest in peace .
Professor Pius Adebola Adesanmi (27 February 1972 – 10th March 2019)
He was a Nigerian-born Canadian professor, writer, literary critic, satirist, and columnist. He was the author of “Naija No Dey Carry Last,” a 2015 collection of satirical essays. Adesanmi died on the 10th March 2019, when Ethiopian Airlines Flight 302 crashed shortly after take-off, from Addis-Ababa.
Adesanmi was born in Isanlu, in Yagba East Local Government area of Kogi State, Nigeria. He earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in French language from the University of Ilorin in 1992, a Master’s degree in French from the University of Ibadan in 1998, and a PhD in French Studies from the University of British Columbia, Canada, in 2002.
Pius attended Titcombe College Egbe, Kogi state and earned his first degree at the age of 20, his master’s degree at the age of 26 and his PhD at the age of 30. Between 2002 to 2005 Pius was an assistant Professor of comparative literature at the Pennsylvania state university, USA.
In 2006, he joined Carlton university at Ottawa Canada as a full time Professor of literature and African studies and thereafter became the Director of the University’s institute of African Studies until, his death on the 10th of march, 2019, when Ethiopian airlines flight 302 to Nairobi crashed immediately after take off with all the 149 passengers and 8 crew on board. He was on his way to an African Union Conference.
At an early age in Titcombe college, he was an instant star, having represented the school in many competitions, with outstanding prices.
A friend of Pius- Professor E.C Osundu, of Providence College, Rhodes Island, USA, captured the very essence of Pius’ rather short but extremely remarkable and meteoric life, in an ellegy –
“Pius was a rare being, ebullient, a razor sharp mind, he was what the Yoruba called “Omoluabi”- a person of honour and good character. Yet when it came to polemics, he could easily move to a jaguda (ruffian) Nigeria has lost one of those who loves her most.”
In July 2018, perhaps as a foretaste of the impending doom, Pius was involved in a car accident along Oyo/Ogbomosho road, when the vehicle he was traveling in (a Nissan) had a head on collision with a car from Ibadan (a Toyota Privia.)
Pius was heading to Lagos as usual, on another international assignment, to catch a flight to Dakar, Senegal.
On this accident Pius wrote –
“Two hours after the accident, no help came. The evacuation culture was zero…”
He further said that people just gathered at the scene of the accident and were screaming and shouting. No one attempted to help.
A short while ago, Pius Adesanmi’s mother-Mama Louis Olufunke-Adesanmi, had been denied a visa, on three different occasions, to visit her son in Canada. The mother vowed that she would never apply for visa again to Canada and like a soothsayer; she said they would bring the visa to her in Ilorin.
The Department of Foreign Affairs, invited Pius as a Guest Speaker for an event. Pius did not waste the opportunity. After the lecture, he thanked the head of the consulars, during a tete a tete, and told him, that he could not understand, why his mother was denied entry visa to Canada to come and visit him. As was reported by Pius’ friend and Confidant – Pharmacist Sunday Akoji – “three days after the event in Toronto, a dark heavily tinted SUV, with a diplomatic plate number, pulled up in front of mama Adesanmi’s home in Ilorin.”
The Canadian High Commissioner sent his aides, who drove all the way from Lagos to Ilorin, to go and stamp Mama Adesanmi’s passport with a visa to Canada, in her living room, with a letter of apology, personally signed by the High Commissioner. Only a Pius could have attained this spectacular feat.
“Pius in his life time wrote regularly for Premium Times and Shahara Reporters. Adesanmi’s writings were usually content deep and in-depth. He was pungent and satiric, with emphasis on the Nigeria’s social and political system and culture, that needs a reawakening. His writings and his targets were usually among several others- politicians, Pastors and relevant public figures.
In September 2015, his remark on the decision of the Emir of Kano to marry an under aged wife could not but escape a personal response of the Emir who responded to Adesanmi by name.
In the same year, 2015, he gave a public Lecture titled – “Africa is the forward that the world needs to face.”
He wrote his first book – “The Way Fairer and Other Poems” in 2010 and in 2011, he also wrote, “You are not a Country, Africa.”
This collection of essays won the inaugural penguin price for the non fiction category.
Pius was also in 2017, a recipient of Canada bureau of leadership education award.
This seminal academic and public intellectual per excellence, lived the life of a meteor. A quick pace and double steps. Adesanmi’s death elicited a candle light memorial at Unity Fountain Abuja and in cities around the world.
“Pius Adesanmi’s must have lived two or more life times before” according to a poet- Chedu Eziana.
He left behind his wife – Olumuyiwa and her doting daughters – Damilare and Oluwatise.
Pius, Rest in perfect peace.
Joseph Sanusi Gbadamosi Adegoke Adelabu
He was born on the 3rd of September, 1915 and died on the 25th of March, 1958, certainly lived like a meteor and his rise was meteoric.
He was Ibadan’s most prominent politician of his time. He was born in Oke-Oluokun, Ibadan, to Sanusi Ashiyanbi Adeyege Adelabu and his mother was Awujola Ajoke, who died in 1920, when Adegoke was still an infant.
Although born a Muslim, he was sent to a secular school – The Saint Davids CMS Elementary School, Kudeti Ibadan, between 1925 and 1929 and the CMS Central School, Mapo Ibadan in 1930. He had double promotions in the elementary and primary schools, he proceeded to the Government College Ibadan, where he also had double promotion. He left Government College in Form 4, and proceeded on a U.A.C scholarship to Yaba Higher College, Yaba Lagos, in 1936, which was then Nigeria’s only higher college.
Adelabu Adegoke had said of his educational exploits-
“I had a brilliant scholastic career, earning accelerated promotions on three occasions in the elementary, primary and secondary schools respectively. Despite this, I never took a second position throughout my school days. Instead, I was always several laps ahead of my runner up and not infrequently, saved tutors from tight holes.”
He was perhaps the most brilliant scholar that had passed out of the Government College, Ibadan. As was attested to by his contemporary and colleague in Government College- Professor Sabori Biobaku, who attested of his educational brilliance as thus-
“Adelabu was not much good at sports, although he subsequently distinguished himself at the long distance events, especially the half mile and mile races. It was in his studies that he excelled. At the end of his second year, he received a double promotion from class two to class four and was top of that class from the first term till the end of his time at the college. He was perhaps the brightest boy that Government College Ibadan has ever produced.”
His head master at the Central School Mapo- Chief James Ladejo Ogunshola was bereaved and Adegoke, despite being a pupil, quickly came to the rescue by taking up the classes in the absence of the bereaved headmaster. The headmaster, a diarist, wrote in his diary of Wednesday, the 15th of February 1935;
“Master Adegoke Sanusi, an old boy of central School and a pupil of Ibadan Government College who had been helping me since Monday in the school also rendered help today; he took my class in all the subjects for today”
He was instantly employed by the U.A.C, as its first African Manager in the produce section and later the singlet factory section of the Haberdashery department. He was in the U.A.C for four years and later joined the civil service for 7 years in the cooperative department and eventually, for another 5 years, was doing his own business as a private entrepreneur. He later took sojourn in partisan politics, from where he rose from comparative obscurity, into so strong a lime light, that he had completely dazzled and baffled his opponents and admirers.
At the first meeting with Adelabu, one would be easily amazed about his strength, resourcefulness and also how he managed to get his magnetic force with which he captured his followers to the point of fanaticism. His admirers usually called him “portable Ade” and you would also easily wonder, according to him – “how my enemies would enjoy carrying a small keg of explosives?”
He had a steady and turbulent rise in politics. He was a councillor, chairman of the Ibadan Divisional Council, member of the Western House of Assembly and Federal House of Representatives, on the platform of the NCNC, Western Secretary of the NCNC and later rose steadily from the rank and file of the everyday politician to hold the post of Minister of Natural Resources and social services after the Federal Election of 1954.
The story goes that during campaigns for election, while others are talking themselves hoarse, Adelabu won over his supporters with inspiring songs to which all and sundry dance along the streets of his constituency.
Adelabu revels in the pomp of the worshiped and does not intend to conceal his love for their worship. As a restless and busy politician, he told a journalist during a press interview- “I can only spare you a few minutes”; and when he really got down to business, he refused to sit down, and he said- “I talk better when walking about.”
Every morning, the drummers and praise singers he took to Lagos from Ibadan, would wake up the elitist neighborhood of Ikoyi, with drumming and singing, eulogizing the exploits of the Ibadan great man and grass root politician. The Europeans or “Oyinbos” in the neighborhood, protested vehemently against this early morning nuisance and they also addressed a press conference. Adelabu in his usual style, made a minced meat of this protest, asking them to go back to their country, if they do not like his style and that was the end of the protest.
As minister in the Federal Government, Adelabu was given an official car. He took the car to his constituency in Ibadan and summoned a meeting. After the meeting at his Oke-Oluokun residence, he asked his constituents at the meeting, to be riding in the car in a group of four, from his Oke-Oluokun residence in Ibadan, to Beere round about, to savour the joy of ministerial ride. This audacious act hit the newspaper headlines the following day- “Talakawas ride in ministerial car”.
In 1956, Adelabu Adegoke left the Federal Parliament, soon after; he faced a series of criminal charges, ranging from bribery and corruption to disturbing the peace. From all these, Adelabu emerged unblemished to continue his fight for the down trodden.
During this trial, his admirers went on the street of Ibadan to sing and eulogize him with the popular song- “Adelabu ma ko owo wa na!
Igunnu loni Tapa, tapa loni igunnu!”
i.e. “Adelabu steal our money the more!
Igunni owns Tapa, Tapa owns Igunni! ”
Then on March 25, 1958, came another sensational story about the man whose whole life had been like a meteoric flame. The story was that Alhaji Adegoke Adelabu was dead!
How did he die? Some said he had been shot. Some said he was killed with juju. Many others said he was run over, by political enemies.
But the fantastic story of his death had gone around Ibadan. Alhaji Adelabu dead? Impossible! But if he’s dead, others will surely die with him! Down with his killers! Down with all those who have hands in his death! Kill and burn them. Spare no one. Let no one live after Ade! Over his grave let us March!
That was the shout of the Ibadan masses and it was no idle cry, Ibadan became a besieged and enraged city. To avenge his death, twenty people, possibly including those who do not know him in person, were done to death by the irate crowd. Many houses were set on fire. Much property was lost.
When the law recovered from the shock, it recovered by arresting 564 persons. Of these, 102 stood trial for murder, 25 were acquitted and discharged by the lower court, and seventy seven were sent to face the Assizes.
Adegoke Adelabu was certainly the architect of grass root politics in Ibadan and with him went a certain glamour from Ibadan politics.
He was popularly known as “Penkelemensi”, i.e peculiar mess, which was his usual refrain when making contributions on the floor of the Western Region House of Assembly.
Adelabu’s sudden exit, ignited a volcanic eruption in Ibadan’s political firmament and a lot of distinguished personalities paid glowing tributes to this stormy petrel.
Chief H.O Davies, a front line Nigerian Nationalist painted this epithet-
“Adelabu’s life in my mind, appears to have been something like a meteor, which shines with conspicuous brilliance for a short period and disappears again into the unknown”
This was further corroborated by his friend and classmate in Government College- -Professor Saburi Biobaku who also commented in his condolence remarks-
“maybe he was one of those rare phenomena who dazzled the world by their brilliancy only to leave behind memories of what might have been”
His friend and colleague in the Federal Parliament and also Prime Minister of Nigeria- Abubakar Tafawa Balewa, in his tribute in the Daily Times of 27th March, 1958 said-
“Alhaji Adegoke Adelabu was an intellectual and his capacity was recognized by his opponents” and that … “if anybody died fighting for a cause, it was Adelabu. His death was not only a loss to NCNC, but to all politicians in the country. I am really sad about his death.”
His friend and leader, Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe while expressing his regret on the painful exit of Penkelemensi, also said of him-
“A man of conviction and did not disguise his feelings on any particular issue” and that he was- “a man of amazing intelligence, ready wit and uncanning understanding of human nature.”
Chief Obafemi Awolowo, the then Premier of the Western Region, summed it up, when he said-
“Alhaji Adegoke Adelabu was, in his life time, and ever since he entered politics, a fighter first and last, with all the characteristics of a fighter. He was fearless, formidable, forthright, often caustic and uncompromising. In his death, the NCNC had lost a very able, indomitable and extremely resourceful leader and Nigeria, a most colourful, versatile and undoubted nationalist.”
The story of the passage of Adegoke Adelabu was equally strange and interesting. Unusually, he woke up his household at about 4:30am, had his morning prayers, had his shave, bath and toiletries, had his usual breakfast of Akamu (pap) and summoned his young children for a meeting.
As recalled by his first daughter- Adedoyin Jagun, who was about 8 years old then, her father, Adegoke Adelabu admonished them early in the morning-
“Elo mu ara yin se giri
Ori lomo ibi ti ese nre”
– “you should all work hard and be up and doing, it is only the head that knows where it is to go with the feet.”
At about 7:00 am, he entered a Peugeot 205 car that belonged to his white friend – a Syrian British national, who had come from Lagos to pick him on a business trip.
He called his aides- Adeleke and Ganiyu and he bid them goodbye. Adegoke Adelabu left no single penny in his bank account. The two houses he had at Oke Ado, he had sold and kept the money in the bank until later, when he withdrew the money gradually, to cater for the poor of Ibadan. He left his Oke-Oluokun residence as his only property. Adelabu also took loans from the bank to buy the Auxmobile car with Registration Number- IB-121, which he used as a private car.
Oba Lamidi Olayiwola Adeyemi III, being so enamoured with the life and times of Adegoke Adelabu, would easily, always, regale his audience, at any given opportunity, with memorized verses of Adegoke Adelabu’s memorable quotable quotes.
The glory of Adegoke Adelabu Penkelemensi, will continue to gather legendary coatings, as the years go by and as the story of his greatness passes from one generation to another.
Akande Iji Oloye Igbetti, may your soul continue to rest in peace.
Olusegun Awolowo-
He was the son of Chief Jeremiah Oyeniyi Obafemi Awolowo, the first Premier of the Western Region – 1954-1959. He was born on the 20th of January, 1939 and died on the 10th of July, 1963.
Segun attended Agbeni Methodist Primary school, Agbeni, Ibadan between 1943 and 1951
In 1952, he was admitted to the Igobi college, Lagos, where he came out in the Grade one division at the WASCE in 1957.
At the age of 18, Segun proceeded to the United Kingdom, where he studied Law at the Cambridge University, and like his father Obafemi, was called to the bar at the Inner Temple bar, in August 1962.
His classmates at the law school were- Ernest Shonekan, Rasheed Shitta-Bey, later, former member of the house of representatives, in the second Republic and owner of the Jabita hotel, Ikeja Lagos.
Ernest Shonekan, later became Nigeria’s Interim President (26th of August 1993 to 17th of November, 1993) Aderoju Aderemi, later judge of the high court of Oyo State and later Osun state, KunleOlasope and a host of others.
At the Agbeni Primary school, his classmates, friends and colleagues were his Bossom friend; Kunle Olasope, Adekunle Aromolaran, now Oba Adekunle Aromolaran- the Owa Obokun of Ijesha land.
After his call to the bar, and on his way to Lagos, he visited his friend, Abayomi Akintola, the son of Chief Ladoke Akintola, who was then also, studying in Dublin.
His life was full of promise – he walked into the Western Region crisis. He was intelligent, cool headed and a brilliant advocate.
Segun went into full blown law practice in Ibadan, and displayed the intellectual depth of his father – Obafemi Awolowo, who in the Memudu Lagunju case, was described by the presiding judge, as – “a terrible cross examiner” in 1946. He was Counsel for Adetoyese Laoye (who later became the Timi of Ede.) The Western Regional Crisis of 1962 had brought in Dr. Moses Majekodumi as the Sole Administrator of the Western Region. The Administrator set up the Coker Commission of Enquiry to look into the affairs of some statutory corporations in the Western Region. The commission was headed by Justice George Baptist Ayodele Coker. The commission was then known as the Coker Commission of Enquiry.
Awolowo was at this period, facing a treasonable felony charge and was detained at the Broad Street Prison in Lagos.
Obafemi Awolowo was one of the main targets of this commission of Enquiry.
Segun was one of his father’s counsels at the treasonable felony trial, as well as the Coker Commission for Enquiry. At his leisure, Segun enjoyed life to the brim and he usually enjoyed his evenings in the company of some of his friends – Tunji Fadairo, Kunle Olasope and others.
In this early age, even though not married, Segun already had two children- Funke, born in London, by Deola Fasanya and Segun that was born by Abba Koku, shortly after his death.
On the 9th of July 1963, Segun prepared for a trip, the following day to Lagos, to appear as one of his father’s counsels at the Coker Commission of Enquiry and was later to proceed to the Broad Street Prison after court session, to see his father.
The evening of July 9, saw him at the Osun marina restaurant, in the company of his friends, to enjoy their usual drinks, social dalliance and camaraderie. The Osun Marina restaurant, was then at the annex of Obisesan hall and was owned by Saliba-a Lebanese, with Eddie Okonta – as a resident artist/musician. Paradise Club, now Femi Johnson’s Broking House, was also one of their usual rendezvous. Roy Chicago was the resident musician.
Segun, usually called “quicky” and “lucky lucky” by his friends, did not give any premonition of their last supper.
On Wednesday, the 10th of July, 1963, which later turned out to be a harsh Wednesday, and coincidentally the 53rd birthday anniversary of Chief SLA Akintola, the then Premier of the Western Region, he left their Oke-Bola residence, for a fateful trip to Lagos and was driven by his younger sister’s driver – Ogunjinmi Odunlami, popularly known as “No paddy”.
He had bought his daily newspapers at the Foko junction in Oke-Ado, and looked forward to a safe trip to Lagos.
Unfortunately, some few kilometres outside Ibadan, precisely around Aba-Nla, there was a ghastly motor accident, that took his life. He was rushed to the Adeoyo hospital, but was brought in dead. He had a gash on his forehead.
The Adeoyo hospital founded in 1926 from where the University College Hospital, (UCH) took off in 1956 was one of Ibadan, perhaps, Nigeria’s best medical centers. Segun died at the age of about 25 years.
Awolowo heard this tragic news from his transistor radio at the Broad Street prison.
Abraham Adesanya went later to the Broad Street prison, to break the news of this irreparable loss.
Segun was buried in Ikenne the same day, and a memorial service was held for him at the Saint Saviour’s Anglican Church, Ikenne.
Every home in Nigeria, was deeply shocked at the untimely and tragic death of Olusegun, more particularly, considering the incarceration of chief Obafemi Awolowo in prison at this point in time. Dr. M.A Majekodumi, Federal Minister and former sole administrator of the Western region, in his sympathy message to Awolowo said –
“You have bore many trials in the past with Christian fortitude and I know that in this current trial, your faith will sustain you.”
Dr. Taslim Olawale Elias, then the Attorney General of the Federation and Minister for Justice, while consoling Chief Awolowo wrote –
“His untimely death is a serious blow to the Nigerian bar.” Segun would have been 80 years in January this year. May his soul continually find peaceful repose with the Lord.
Tunji Ogunkanmi -October 5 1960 to November 5 2000
He was the promoter and founder of Cornerstone Insurance Plc. He was born in the agrarian community of Ile-Ogbo, of Osun state and the supersonic speed of his accomplishments in the insurance industry, is a great study in resilience, hardwork and abundant God’s grace.
Tunji had his primary education at Ile-Ogbo and his secondary education at Iwo, where he came out with distinction (Grade one) in his West African School Certificate Examination in 1978 and also, in flying colours at the higher school certificate level, giving him an express admission into the university of Lagos, where he graduated with second class upper division in Insurance in 1984.
Within 3 years of his graduate studies, he obtained the Associateship of the Chartered Institute of Insurance, London and he was admitted a Fellow of the Chartered Insurance Institute in 1990, at the age of 30.
Shortly thereafter, in 1991, he founded Cornerstone Insurance at the age of 30 and became the company’s first CEO and the youngest CEO of any Insurance Company as at that time. Without a silver spoon, he dreamt big and the dreams came through.
He fought for the actualisation of his dreams and proved that a boy born and raised in Ile-Ogbo, Osun state and whose first and real experience of Lagos, was when he gained admission to the university of Lagos, to study Insurance, could actually make it big. At the time, some of his friends were looking for paid employment, he was already sitting atop an insurance company as CEO
Within a short span of sitting atop the leadership of the cornerstone Insurance company, he was described as-” a team builder and motivator per excellence, highly innovative, pragmatic and an embodiment of knowledge; no half measures.
Within this short span too, Cornerstone had moved to his own premises, a high rise building in Obalende, Lagos.
To his staff he had said –
“Everywhere I go, people bombard me with commendations about how cornerstone has changed the narrative of the insurance industry, forgetting that not I but all of you (staff) are responsible. You are the one doing the work, I only come around, play golf and make you laugh. I thank you guys for making all these happen.”
Within these periods, he was a member of the governing Council of the Nigerian Insurance Association (NIA), where he also made his indelible mark.
On the night of Saturday, the 5th of November 2000, Tunji went out to attend a friend’s birthday party and he was caught in an armed robbery attack on Falomo bridge, Lagos, that took away his life along with his friend – Deepak Mehta, the Indian Canadian Managing Director of the now defunct Equitorial Trust Bank.
His life was cut short barely a month to his 40th birthday.
Until his death, Tunji worked hard, dreamt big, was a friend to everyone around him, and was passionate about his home town- Ile-Ogbo. He took the name everywhere. Tunji led the company with his heart and also sat on the board of other great Nigerian businesses.
Tunji, may your soul rest in perfect peace.
In Yoruba pantheon, meteors are usually referred to as “Emere” and “Ogbanje” in Igboland. To these meteors, life is certainly not measured by its duration, but by its donations.
HON. (BARR.) FEMI KEHINDE
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND FORMER MEMBER
OF THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES,
REPRESENTING AYEDIRE/IWO/OLA-OLUWA
FEDERAL CONSTITUENCY (1999-2003)
OF OSUN STATE.
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The Unseen Architecture: How Divine Grace Builds What We Mistake for Our Own Success
By Tolulope A. Adegoke, PhD
“True leadership is not the exercise of one’s own power, but the stewardship of a power that is divinely bestowed. We do not conquer by our own hand, but through a grace that guides it. I therefore pause to say thank You, God Almighty: My Source, My Owner, My Helper, and My All in all” – Tolulope A. Adegoke, PhD
In the grand theater of human endeavor—from the halls of global corporations to the quiet labs of research scientists, from the strategic command centers of nations to the intimate classrooms shaping young minds—we are conditioned to celebrate the visible. We laud the innovative strategy, the decisive action, the brilliant intellect, and the relentless work ethic. These are the pillars upon which we believe success is built.
Yet, this focus on the tangible is to admire the grand facade of a cathedral while remaining oblivious to its unseen foundation. Today, we must pause to acknowledge the bedrock upon which all human achievement truly rests: the sovereign and sufficient grace of God Almighty. It is a profound and humbling truth that cuts across every culture, sector, and stratum of society: We lead, innovate, heal, govern, and ultimately conquer, not primarily because of our own merit, but because of the divine grace that empowers our efforts and crowns them with favor.
- The Universal Law of Received Power
The principle of grace dismantles the modern myth of the “self-made” leader. In physics, no system creates its own energy; it merely transforms energy from an external source. So it is with human achievement. Our skills, our intelligence, and even our very breath are not self-generated; they are gifts bestowed.
- In Business and Innovation: A CEO may possess sharp acumen, but it is grace that orchestrates a chance meeting with a pivotal partner, sparks a moment of breakthrough innovation when logic has failed, and grants the wisdom to navigate an unforeseen market collapse. The idea that became a billion-dollar company did not emerge from a vacuum; it was a spark of insight granted to a prepared mind—a mind that itself was a gift.
- In Science and Medicine: A researcher dedicates decades to a problem, yet the final, elegant solution often appears as a flash of intuition—a “Eureka!” moment that feels less like a construction and more like a revelation. The healing of a patient, despite the most advanced protocols, often involves an inexplicable, supernatural turn toward recovery that humbles the most brilliant physicians. This is grace in the laboratory and the clinic.
- In Governance and Nation-Building: A political leader may craft a perfect policy, but its success depends on a thousand uncontrollable variables: the public’s reception, global economic tides, and the collective will of a people. When a nation avoids a crisis or emerges from disaster with renewed unity, it is not merely a political victory; it is a national testament to divine providence and restraining grace.
Our role is to diligently till the soil and sow the seeds. But the germination, the growth, and the harvest are miracles of grace. To claim otherwise is like a farmer boasting that he created the rain and the sun.
- Grace as the Antidote to Leadership’s Twin Poisons
Understanding this universal law is the most powerful strategic and psychological advantage a leader can possess. It serves as the definitive antidote to the two toxins that corrupt leadership: pride and despair.
- It Eradicates Destructive Pride: When success is internalized as a personal creation, it breeds an arrogance that isolates a leader. They begin to believe their own press, seeing subordinates as instruments and competitors as enemies. This pride inevitably leads to a fall. Conversely, the leader who sees success as a stewardship of God’s grace remains humble. They lead with a sense of awe and responsibility, knowing they are managing assets they did not create. This humility fosters collaboration, attracts loyalty, and enables course correction.
- It Prevents Paralyzing Despair: The weight of leadership can be crushing. Failure, criticism, and unforeseen crises can lead to burnout and cynicism. If a leader believes they are the sole author of success, then they must also be the sole bearer of failure. But when a leader is anchored in grace, setbacks are re-framed. They are not definitive indictments of their ability, but rather part of a larger, divine curriculum. This perspective fosters resilience, allowing a leader to get up after a fall, learn the lesson, and continue with renewed hope, trusting that the same grace that opened past doors can redeem present failures.
III. The Evidence of Grace in the Tapestry of Life
This is not abstract theology; it is observable reality. Let us trace the fingerprints of grace across the facets of our collective experience:
- The Wisdom We Claim: That moment of perfect clarity in a tense negotiation or a complex coding problem—was it not a gift that arrived precisely when needed? That was the grace of divine insight.
- The Doors That Opened: Consider the promotion that came from a departing superior you didn’t orchestrate, the investor who believed in your vision against conventional wisdom, the visa that was granted against all odds. These are not coincidences; they are the grace of divine favor.
- The Strength We Found: In our moments of profound exhaustion, grieving a loss, or facing immense pressure, did we not discover a well of fortitude we did not know we possessed? That was the grace of divine sustenance.
- The People We Encounter: The mentor who guided us, the team member whose unique talent complemented our weakness, the spouse who offered unwavering support—these individuals are not random occurrences. They are living, breathing manifestations of God’s grace in our lives.
- The Restraint We Experienced: The catastrophic mistake we were unknowingly prevented from making, the harsh word we were restrained from speaking, the disastrous partnership we were diverted from—these are evidences of a protective grace, operating silently behind the scenes.
- Cultivating a Posture of Grateful Stewardship
Therefore, the most critical leadership competency is not strategic planning or financial modeling, as vital as those are. It is the cultivation of a heart of gratitude. This is the lens that brings all of life into focus.
A leader grounded in this truth leads not as an owner, but as a steward. They understand that their organization, their nation, their talents, and their platform are on loan from a higher authority. This transforms their entire approach:
- Decision-Making: They seek wisdom beyond their own, praying for guidance and listening for the divine “nudge.”
- Resource Allocation: They manage people and capital with justice and generosity, knowing they are handling resources that belong to God.
- Legacy Building: Their goal shifts from building a personal monument to fulfilling a divine purpose, leaving a legacy that benefits humanity and glorifies the Giver.
Conclusion: The Conduit of Conquest
Let us then move forward with a renewed paradigm. Let us work with impeccable excellence, as if everything depends on us. But let us pray, trust, and give thanks, knowing that everything ultimately depends on Him.
Our skills are the conduit; His grace is the current. Our plans are the vessel; His providence is the ocean.
We are the conduits of effort, but grace is the current of conquest. To mistake the one for the other is the height of leadership folly.
The most dangerous leader is the one who believes they are the architect of their success. The wisest is the one who knows they are merely a steward, building upon a foundation laid by grace.
Our skill prepares the vessel, but only grace can fill it. Lead accordingly.
I pause to say thank You, To God Almighty—the unseen Architect of our triumphs, the silent Partner in our ventures, and the ultimate Source of every victory across every facet of life—we ascribe all wisdom, power, and glory. For it is by His grace that we are positioned, it is by His might that we persevere, and it is for His purpose that we ultimately conquer.
In Jesus Christ’s name, Amen.
Dr. Tolulope A. Adegoke, AMBP-UN is a Recipient of the Nigerian Role Models Award (2024), and a Distinguished Ambassador For World Peace (AMBP-UN). He has also gained inclusion in the prestigious compendium, “Nigeria @65: Leaders of Distinction”.
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Food for Living: The Secret Place (Pt. 1)
By Henry Ukazu
Dear Destiny Friends,
Secrets are exclusive preserves of certain individuals or institutions. They are one’s advantage over others, in the sense of ‘there’s something I know, which no one else knows. No one can ever claim that they don’t have a secret, either in the good or bad light.
Secrets therefore, exist in the family circle, business terrain, academic environment, career/professional pursuit, health management, spiritual connectivity and even in everyday personal living. It is an undeniable fact that everyone has a secret that works for them.
Let’s take a minute to discuss some of the aforementioned secrets.
Family
Every family has a secret. It will be foolhardy for anyone to disclose family secrets. Most families die with their secrets. To understand how family secrets work, imagine the Coca-Cola company. The family is said to be the only one in the world that has the formula for the beverage; a trade secret that originated with its creator, John Pemberton.
It is said that not even all family members enter the room where Coca-Cola is mixed or manufactured for fear of the secret being divulged. Imagine where spouses have access to the room and the marriage goes south, there’s a tendency that a spiteful divorced partner might leak the secret and the rest as they say is history.
There are many secrets that bind many families which only the immediate family members know. In some cases, only the parents or grandparents know. They can decide to share the secret to either the first male child, first female child or even a member of the family that one considers rational. For instance, imagine where a family is faced with a peculiar life threatening illness which ordinarily might scare anyone who wants to get married into that family, it will be stupid for anyone to spit it out, that act alone can make the intending spouse to reconsider his/her plan to marry from the family.
Business
Every business has a trade secret. Trade secrets are what makes a business unique. Every business has a unique selling point. (USP), which is a distinct benefit that sets the business or product apart from its competitors. A shrewd businessman will never leak his secret to his employees or competitors. The best his employees will know are the values, the operational systems or structures of the business and how his mindset works. But what makes the business stand out is the mystery that one will need to unravel.
Academic
Every student has a distinct trait that makes him/her succeed academically. This unique trait makes the student exceptional. For any student to succeed in their academics, he must know himself and what works for him. While some might study at night, some might study during the day, others might just listen during the lecture and understand the key points.
It’s sad to see students, who haven’t discovered who they are and what works for them following students who have discovered who they are. For example, while some students have good listening and understanding ability, and can listen to lectures and read a little and pass their examinations, some other students will have to read the course material before the lecture, listen during the lecture, read after the lecture and read thoroughly for examination before they can get a decent grade.
In some cases, they might not get the desired grade. Some students will even party hard during the day and at night they study, while some will party at night and study during the day. So, you can see that while some students have discovered themselves and what works for them, some others follow them sheepishly. Moral: Know what works for you and do what works for you because according to Oscar Wilde, “be yourself because others are taken”.
Career/Profession
Every career professional has a secret that works for them. In the same way, every industry knows what makes it stands out. The secret of what makes someone in the entertainment industry successful is quite different from what makes someone in politics or law enforcement, energy, education, legal, or health sector different. They all have different strokes, and the ability of one to do the needful in addition to playing the associated game can be the game changer.
Health
Health is a personal thing. Nobody knows you more than you know yourself. To show you how secretive and important one’s health is, it’s been said that there are three kinds of life: Public life, private life and secret life.
Your public life is the life that is generally known by everyone. It is the character we exhibit in the public space. It can also be regarded as the image perception lifestyle; we don’t generally go around revealing our health status in the public domain except where necessary. The private lifestyle; this is the kind of life only our family and close friends know.
Again, we don’t disclose such pertinent information to them only where and when necessary, then we have the secret lifestyle which only us and our creator knows. In some cases, we go to the graveyard with this. Do you see why health is a personal issue which needs to be kept in a secret place?
Personal
As mentioned earlier, everyone is unique. One of the best things that can happen to anyone is knowing themselves, and knowing what makes them different. I strongly believe we all have seeds of greatness in us. What works for Mr. A might not work for Mr. B. Like I always say, you can copy my style, but you can’t be me because imitation is a limitation.
For instance, I have unique energy and inspiration when it comes to writing. I have developed a keen interest and passion for writing. If tomorrow I become very successful or attract a unique opportunity, and someone decides to try writing to attract similar opportunities, the person might fail because God is the one that decides what opportunities come to anyone nor matter how hard someone may work.
Spiritual
This is another interesting aspect of life. Life is indeed spiritual. There’s nothing that happens physically without taking place spiritually. Everyone has a covenant point that was assigned to them at birth. Once that covenant point is touched that fellow might lose their blessings, anointing or what makes them strong.
There have been many testimonies about this. For instance, in the Bible, Samson’s touching point was his hair. He knows his power lies in his hair, that’s why Delilah tried so many times to know the secret of his strength, but Samson refused to tell her. She tried to make him drunk, but Samson still has the power. Samson repeatedly lied to Delilah about the secret of his strength, first saying it was new bowstrings, then new ropes, and finally by weaving his hair into a loom. Each time, he easily broke free, but Delilah continued to pressure him.
Weary from her constant questioning, Samson finally confessed that his strength was tied to his hair, which had never been cut because he was a Nazirite from birth. Delilah then called for a man to shave Samson’s seven locks of hair while he slept in her lap. His secret was revealed. His hair was cut. He strength was gone.
Do you see that Samson’s secret place was his hair?
In conclusion, depending on what we are working on, we all have our secret strength and place. The onus is on us to cultivate and dwell on this secret place to avoid losing power and focus.
Henry Ukazu writes from New York. He works with the New York City Department of Correction as the Legal Coordinator. He’s the founder of Gloemi. He’s a Transformative Human Capacity and Mindset coach. He is also a public speaker, youth advocate, creative writer and author of Design Your Destiny Design and Unleash Your Destiny . He can be reached via info@gloemi.com
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Food for Living: Who Will Save the Poor?
By Henry Ukazu
Greetings Destiny Friends,
It ua an undisputable fact that the rich have more friends than the poor. As a matter of fact, almost everyone wants to be a friend of the rich. That explains the saying that the rich have many relatives while the poor are orphans.
We live in a society where most people are respected and reverenced because of their status, title and the resources at their disposal. However, this should not be so; everyone deserves to be respected irrespective of their titles and resources.
Respect comes in different ways. Anyone who has made significant impact or achieved a commendable feat ought to be accorded a decent level of recognition for their uncommon feat because it’s not easy to do uncommon things most people only dream of doing or achieving. The question now is, what is the fate of those who tried but didn’t succeed?
Well, a lot of variable factors might contribute to why someone fails in his endeavour. It might be a case of not preparing enough; it might also be a case of being unlucky and not encountering favourable opportunity; it can also be a case of benefactors not aligning with the person; it can so be as result of weather, while others may say it maybe because of the universe not favoring the said individual.
Whatever may be the case, everyone deserves to be celebrated for the effort they have invested regardless of how life unfolds.
It’s sad however, to see people who have succeeded in business, politics, academic, entertainment, religion, health or even personal development looking down on other people, who are still struggling to succeed. What some people failed to understand is that nobody remains at the top forever. Those who have truly succeeded need those who have failed because there are symbiotic lessons they will enjoy.
The big question begging for answer now is, who will help the poor? The poor in this context refers to those who have tried and failed, the less fortunate, those who have tried and keep trying but are yet to succeed. The big answer is not far fetched; nobody will save you; you’ll have to save yourself. That’s the sad reality. Sometimes, we think our parents, mentors, family, benefactors, or God will come to our rescue, but in the journey of life, miracles happen within the limits of probabilities.
Let me explain further; though I believe in the power of miracles, especially coming from the spiritual aspect because the Book of Sirach in 11:21, tells me that “God can make a poor man to suddenly and instantly become rich” Also in Psalm 30:5, the Bible states that “tears may come at night, but joy comes in the morning”. That said, I’m quite aware that Heaven helps those who help themselves.
One can’t be preparing for an examination, and concentrate on praying all night, without making attempt to study. God will help you to fail. One can’t be praying for a child and fails to consummate the marriage with their partner, one can’t be praying to be rich and wealthy and fail to work. The list is endless.
It is when one has done the needful that the universe and God will conspire to assist them. In the same manner, your friends, mentors, family, benefactors can’t assist you if you haven’t assisted yourself. What most people don’t understand is that nobody owes you anything. Whatever act of goodwill anyone does for you is more like a favour, but it’s said a lot of people have an entitlement mentality.
A businessman, Emeka Ukazu, stated that “the four stages of an entitled mind are appreciation, anticipation, expectation and entitlement”. According to him, when someone is given a monetary gift, they always express appreciation at the first instance, next time, they look towards receiving another monetary gift or favour from you in form of anticipation, then it becomes a pattern of expectation for reasons best known to them before it finally becomes an entitlement.
Here is the gist; nobody will save the poor, the poor will have to save themselves. Just like nobody saved the rich, yes one may say the rich had one or two favours that made them to triumph. It should be noted that they may have played the right cards, paid their dues by interning, volunteering, or doing the needful to get the desired attention. They may have also had the right mindset, practiced delayed gratification or even did the work which attracted the right mentors to them. The question the poor or anyone who has failed should answer is, can I pay the price the rich man paid to get to where he is today?
Life is indeed a sacrifice; nothing is easy. I have personally sacrificed my time and resources to get certain opportunities. Needless to talk about the strategic risk I explored which some became positive while some didn’t go as planned. Back to the analysis – the rich man might have been once a poor man, who refused to stay poor, and he decided to take a proactive step to change the trajectory of his life.
I have had the opportunity to relate with some wealthy minds to see how they think. They don’t like social climbers or praise singers; they respect people with value. They also have their problems. I once heard that the richest Black man in the world, Alhaji Aliko Dangote, took the risk to borrow hundreds if not billions to fund his business. Imagine if the business had failed, that would have been tantamount to suicide. Then contrast that to if he succeeds and somebody somewhere will expect him to give back or even give them money because he is wealthy.
He might just smile if he’s in a good mood. In some cases, he might give if it aligns with his values or ideas in life. As much as I support giving back, the area I’m not comfortable is where some uninformed minds think that he will support them just because he has so much money. They don’t take into cognizance the risk he took to get to where he is. Some of them might not even dare to take the risk. That’s why it’s said, if a poor man is told what a rich man does to get rich, he will prefer to remain poor. That’s food for thought.
Now let’s flip the question. Who will help the rich? If the rich becomes broke, sick and bankrupt; who will help him? That’s the question I would want us to ponder for a minute. Everyone needs help. Just like I always say, everyone is experiencing a secret frustration, and as such needs help in one way or another.
So, when anyone gives you anything, please appreciate it from the bottom of your heart because in real sense, he doesn’t really owe you, unless he is paying you back for service or showing you appreciation or gratitude for whatever you have done for them in the past or presently.
In conclusion, as you go about your daily activities, explore avenues to add value to your life because you are the one who will save yourself, just like we save money so that money can save us.
Henry Ukazu writes from New York. He works with the New York City Department of Correction as the Legal Coordinator. He’s the founder of Gloemi. He’s a Transformative Human Capacity and Mindset coach. He is also a public speaker, youth advocate, creative writer and author of Design Your Destiny Design and Unleash Your Destiny . He can be reached via info@gloemi.com






