By Wole Olaoye
For some inexplicable reason, the first thought that came to my mind when I saw the title of Dr. Yemi Ogunbiyi’s memoirs, “The Road Never Forgets”, was a quick throwback to Wole Soyinka’s world-acclaimed play,“The Road”. The word, road, has had a loaded meaning for me on various metaphorical levels since I acted in a production of the play in the early 70’s at the SS Peter and Paul Major Seminary, Bodija, Ibadan, under the directorship of the inimitable amazon of theatre scholarship, Zulu Sofola.
But Ogunbiyi’s road is a much happier one than that portrayed in Soyinka’s The Road. From his birth in Kano through his thrilling sojourns in life to his 75th birthday, Ogunbiyi takes us on an exciting journey through the road of life populated by family, friends, foes and sundry stragglers. Underlying his rendition is a firm belief in his immutable destiny in which others have been assigned by Providence to play specific roles, for good or for ill, to steer him towards fulfilling the purpose for which he had been sent hither.
Ogunbiyi is a good story teller. In lucid prose, he connects the dots of what, by any standard, has been a remarkable life in which various actors make their appearance on his stage, play their part and move on while he continues his journey on the road of life, a journey made tolerable by the understanding, forbearance and love of his wife, Sade. With admirable candour, he presents himself, not as a superman, but as a simple mortal with failings and missteps like everyone else.
He had started out in life with a hazy realisation of who he really was. Born in Kano to a Yoruba father and an Igbo mother, his first language was Hausa. Then, of course, he also spoke Igbo but very little Yoruba. Who really was the young Yemi — Hausa, Igbo, Yoruba, or Wazobia?
Experts say that an identity crisis is a period of uncertainty or confusion in a person’s life which occurs when a person’s sense of identity becomes insecure and unstable. The affected person is questioning who he/she is and his/her role in society. As noted by the famous developmental psychologist, Erik Erikson, the formation of identity is one of the most important conflicts that people face.
Ogunbiyi paints fascinating scenes of a happy childhood of masquerades, boyhood pranks and high academic expectations with the understanding that while his parents provided all his material needs, he was obliged to return good grades at school.
The decision to send him to secondary school in Western Region was to make a lasting impact on his life in such a way that it helped him resolve the question of who he really was. He had a kind of Obama moment when he met his grandmother in Ipara and was introduced to his rich Yoruba heritage and endless streams of relatives.
That section of the narrative reminded me of Barack Obama’s own account of bonding with his Kenyan roots when he visited his grandmother in the village and realised that he was bearing a name with a rich heritage. In America, Obama was just another name; in Kenya it was a name with recognition and an illustrious ancestry. It was the same for Ogunbiyi when he made his first trip to Ipara. It was an umbilical reunion that bridged the identity gorge deep within his psyche.
The author admits that much in his Epilogue:
“So, on one level, this book is about self-identity…. Self-identity is a complex phenomenon that is sometimes based on the mundane quotidian forms of belonging that allow for a reflexive positioning of the self in a given cultural setting. These intuitive manifestations of self-identity may not be readily apparent. But they underpin the very essence of a totality of who we think we are since, ultimately, self-identity is also about self-perception”.
The story of Ogunbiyi’s life is one of a restless youth ever seeking new challenges, unfazed by the daunting obstacles before him. He started out as an academic and quickly rose through the dint of hard work to become a senior lecturer and Acting Head of Department. Fate intervened when he accepted Stanley Macebuh’s offer to spend his sabbatical year at the newly established Guardian newspapers in Lagos. At the end of the period, he requested an extension of the sabbatical by one year. His request was rejected. He eventually chose to resign.
That was how the academic became, first at the Guardian, an editorial writer, then a journalist, an advertising executive, a director and then the managing director of Nigeria’s oldest newspaper institution, the Daily Times. He was fired twice — at the Guardian and Daily Times. From then onwards, he resolved never again to accept any position from which he might be fired someday. That was how he set up his own company, TANUS. From every lemon thrown at him, Ogunbiyi has managed to make lemonade!
The author has had the privilege of forging close relationships with very senior academics, traditional rulers, military top brass and captains of industry. In several instances, it has also brought him fame and fortune. Ogunbiyi’s life has been enriched by his association with Nobel Laureate Wole Soyinka, Prof Ojetunji Aboyade, Chief Obafemi Awolowo, Prof Biodun Jeyifo, Dele Giwa, General Babangida, Admiral Aikhomu, General Abacha and several others. At every turn, Providence has positioned benevolent gods to help him crack the palm kernel of success.
Ogunbiyi uses the game of golf to take a philosophical look at life. According to him, “Unlike most sports, in golf you play against yourself to try and beat your previous record, which in turn forces you to train more and improve… Golf teaches us that sometimes, life doesn’t go as planned.”
Ogunbiyi’s life story is also the life story of his wife, Sade, and other people who have impacted his journey on the road of life: Family, mentors, friends, colleagues, benefactors, detractors and others whose paths crossed his.
With this style, the author is able to present some famous personages in a new light. Through his lenses, we are able to appreciate the other unknown or uncelebrated qualities of people who have played critical roles in Nigeria. Take his portrait of the late statesman, Chief Obafemi Awolowo, for example. Ogunbiyi tested the widely held notion that the chief was an unbending puritanical dictator who sought to impose his spartan ways on other people, by lighting a cigar in the home of the political titan. While associates of the chief were aghast and judgemental, Chief Awolowo only seized the moment to offer counsel: “That’s okay! Yemi, you can have your cigar, even though I don’t think it’s good for your health”.
Ogunbiyi’s account of his relationship with General Ibrahim Babangida, the man whose government annulled the freest presidential ballot, the acclaimed June 12 elections, opens new vistas to understanding the enigmatic military politician. At once calculating, brilliant, charming and generous, Babangida’s Achilles’ heel was his penchant for trying to be everything to everybody. As Ogunbiyi notes:
“He was determined to shape his world and surroundings, make an impact, and leave a mark. He badly wanted to make a difference and be seen to walk on the right side of history…. Under pressure, presumably from his immediate constituency, he made grievous mistakes that cast an indelible shadow over his legacySimple as it may seem, he displayed the pitfalls of one of the basic tenets of leadership, which he certainly would have learnt in his earliest days as a soldier, namely that a leader does not tell different people what they want to hear…a leader cannot be everything to everyone…These errors underlie what might have been a laudable legacy of reforms and a lot more. And for that reason, it’s just possible that with the benefit of hindsight and the passage of time, the fuller history of Nigeria might just be kinder to him”.
My favourite story in the book is Ogunbiyi’s account of the visit of Duro Ladipo, the legendary dramatist, to Ogunbiyi’s flat in New York in the 70’s. After dinner, Duro Ladipo didn’t ask anyone’s permission to take away the newly opened bottle of cognac. He simply said, “A i r’ajeku oro” (there can’t be leftovers when the gods feast). Considering that Duro Ladipo has somehow come to be regarded as a personification of Shango, the god of Thunder, the Ogunbiyis painfully watched as the remainder of their cognac disappeared into the night with Shango.
The Road Never Forgets, Ogunbiyi’s 516-page offering published by BOOKCRAFT, comes in 12 chapters and is deservedly dedicated to his wife, Iyalode Sade, and the rest of his family.
(Wole Olaoye is a Public Relations consultant and veteran journalist. He can be reached on firstname.lastname@example.org, Twitter: @wole_olaoye; Instagram: woleola2021)
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