My dad insisted we visit Uncle Adegoke’s
family before I proceed for the national
youth service exercise in January. He felt
indebted to the man.
So my dad, my two eldest sisters with their
husbands and my friend Akin went to
Ibadan in three Cars to pay the Adegoke’s a
surprise visit. The boots of our Cars were
filled with Yams from Baba’s farm.
Uncle Goke was not expecting us that
Saturday morning around 10.00AM, he was
dressed in his farm clothes in company of
his son Gbadebo and was about entering
his car when I pushed the pedestrian gate
open and greeted him hastily as I made to
open the bigger gates for our small
company. Our cars drove in one after the
other and parked while he stood with his
machete handy looking at us.
I prostrated and greeted him before
introducing my people to him. He was
confused at first until I told him that the
much talked about Baba landlord is actually
my biological father! He was happy and he
prostrated and greeted my father.
We spent the whole Saturday feasting with
the Adegoke’s. It was like a family re union.
Like both families have been friends for