All that I am today, and all things good I may ever become, I owe to the Almighty, and to the goodness of the man in the slides above, the uncle who chose to take me as more than his little cousin, because we the Yorùbá don’t do cousins, but more because he’s just a good hearted rarity. And good, not only to me, but, indeed, to anyone fortunate enough to cross paths with him. Ask of him anywhere he’s been; countless lips sing the testimonies of his benevolence.
He’s my father’s brother, but his fervent affection towards me rivals even that of my own father. Many a time I catch myself asking me: exactly why does he love me this much? He took me out of the ghetto and made me live with my sagacious grandmother in the house he built for her, gave me quality education, bought me books, fed me, nourished me actually, advised me, sponsored my education further - even to the level of a master’s degree - and still looks after me like baby in cradle. So I call him BAÀMI, my father, for I am a man born of one father but raised by two.
I will never cease being grateful. And my heart shall forever bless you.
Happy birthday to you, Sir
@rexrem
May you walk tall amongst your peers for a long time. And may the sweetness of your old age not be embittered by the sorrowful news of the death of us, your grateful children.
Àṣẹ!
Cant wait to see you at Iléyá, Baàmi. I love you.
