Memoirs

10Dec

APATA GANGA

I arrive Apata Ganga out of rebellion, a rebellion against a career path that would have seen me become a teacher. My father was a teacher and so is my mum. My half-brother is a teacher and my Uncle as well. I am totally convinced that the Bakare’s have paid their dues to teaching and I feel a need to fashion a different path, one that I have no clue on where to start. Accountancy it is going to be but how do I become one?
6 mins read
24Apr

Shaken, Not Stirred

I was shaken, not stirred. If I had succumbed to being stirred, I probably would have ended up as an omo eleran (meat seller) or running relay races in traffic to sell bread and cold drinks. Grateful for extraordinary coincidences that took me out of the miry clay.
13 mins read
28Mar

Religious Tolerance & Dundun Brought Me Back

Boarding houses, lacking in good supervision, in those days was horrible. With good intentions, I was sent there but I could have died. I was lucky to have been taken out of it and luckier to have an understanding family to take me in. All these tiny pieces were helpful in making me who I am today
9 mins read
10Mar

Alice Olaoti Adufe

A society grows great when old women plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit. Alice Olaoti Adufe Bakare was one such lady, whose life is worth celebrating and immortalizing. There are many women like her who died unsung yet their labour of love is being reaped by society today. Without her, I probably would not have become who I am.
12 mins read
13Oct

The Muda in and around Us

My grandfather’s house stands tall in Oke-Labo, Ibadan, after all it was the house of
5 mins read