Few days after the raid, Iya Ibadan who turned 89 on 17 January 1973 asked me if I could be her “akowe” (Secretary). I smiled sarcastically thinking she was ‘whining’ me. I asked her what I would be doing for her that would be different from what I had been doing for her before. I used to help her write …

Having conquered the initial fears and anxiety about the direction and sustainability of my “Try Your Luck” business, my mind was set on expansion and possible diversification. For every business venture, there is always an ultimate goal. I had eliminated any form of distraction by convincing myself that business was it. Late-tua was in school, I didn’t need it. I …

There was no time to waste. I chose to go into business immediately. I picked “Try Your Luck” as my first business venture. Though it didn’t require too much capital, I still needed like 25 shillings to start small and about one guinea (one pound, one shilling) to start big. I thought that if I went for something small, I …

The three subjects in which I scored above average had inspired me to start getting serious with my studies. Another inspiration came from my Yoruba teacher, Mr Isiaka Olaoye whose subject was among the three that I passed. He monitored my activities with the noble intention to check my excesses and rascality. Another inspiration was our firstborn, “Broda mi Sehinde”. …

This time around, I didn’t go far. I was very close to them. I couldn’t hear their conversation but I could guess from their gestures that it was all about me. Their meeting didn’t last 3 to 4 minutes. “Broda” Lincoln was a man of ubiquitous itinerary. His movements were unpredictable. He came into the street from Western Avenue end …

The driver came back two minutes later to know if I was ready for business. I said yes, I was ready. He took me to his bus and told me to start calling passengers into the bus. By this time, other conductors had started arriving looking for work. I thought he was going to replace me but he didn’t even …

Determined to explore the opportunities inherent in formal competitive football tournaments and having seen the importance of football in enhancing unity among the various communities in Surulere, some of the elders representing strategic areas in Surulere came up with a laudable idea. They believed that playing just “sets” on the lovely pitches we had in Hogan Bassey Crescent (Elelubo) Ibukun …

Baba Offa walked into the sitting room and the atmosphere changed. He apologized to his brother for arriving late. His mother, Iyá Ibadan never knew he was coming to Lagos. They didn’t normally tell her about their visits. According to him, he had been in the neighborhood for some time greeting some of the neighbours that he was familiar with. …

Immediately Iya Ibadan opened the door, my brother wanted to bring out the perfume from his pocket. For what? I didn’t know. It was a reflex action by a child that was dazed by the truncation of his routine plan- smoke the cigarette, finish up and spray your location with a perfume whose fragrance would mask the odour of your …

Mr. Olaoye was a new teacher in my school. His swagger was too much. A young man with a puritanical savvy. He was neat and clean. He was what the Gen Z will call “fine boy no pimples”. Oh God, where did you hide this kind of person that you decided to give us people like Mr. Cane and co.? …