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Pragmatic, reserved and a deep thinker who loves family, sports especially football where am married to two wives: the first, AC Milan who has my loyalty and the second wife, Manchester United who has all my undying love and pampering, lifestyle and society parties. Need I say the law is more than a profession but a lifestyle for me.

Adekanye Adeyinka Olajide.

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Everyone usually have lofty ideas ingrained in him or her. Right from the moment they can distinguish between good and bad, right and wrong, need and lack, as well as gains and losses; they do all in their wherewithal to pursue these ideas. It is on these grand beliefs that we all build our hopes and aspirations; looking forward to fulfilling our cravings and doing, everything to achieve these wants that are the motivation to our existence. If you doubt this, ask a child what he would like to become in life and you would hear things like doctor, lawyer, though hardly these days they say teacher, and these days’ politicians, or presidents.

Through the phase of life however, we all tread separate paths to achieving these exalted heights and like the seeds, we plant; some fall by the way side, others find its way into the soil and never germinate while others grow and flourish despite the difficult conditions. The beautiful thing about this transient life is we never know what tomorrow bears so we keep grinding until our seeds yield the harvests of our hopes.

Yesterday, we had friends we built our tomorrow, with words sown into it. Unconsciously sharing our dreams and telling each other we would grace the world with style and every stamp of our feet on the soil of the earth will be a landmark print; leaving only impacts that the seed of time will justify, and life will bear tales of our achievements.

Together with the ardour of the dream we carry like the ‘ajagbe’ trucks with timber, we toil the farms of our fathers who from the proceeds sent us to school to study to have better opportunities. We burnt candles at night to read the tenses structures and work the algebra because we had used the mornings to sell bread for our mothers, had returned to their shops in the afternoons to roast corn, and then used out evenings for football set matches.

As time the only nemesis, it took us apart from our friends and causing us to follow our paths alone; only with thoughts of goodwill for the one we once shared the deepest passion with, who though rarely knew what we meant as we were equally oblivious to it, cheered us with believe. Today, after years of depriving ourselves of the pleasures of the world, excelling from our school leaving exams, we through scholarship have distinguished ourselves evidenced by first class from Cambridge, have the world at out feet and conquering it has quite been promising because we cased our dreams like eggs without any form of nihilism.

In the course of duty, chauffeured to the new appointment we had just landed, dressed up in our 3-piece suit with the scents from the perfume that smells as if they had been mixed by the gods, on an Italian suit with flawlessly trimmed hair; we looked like a million bucks. Rearing to go, the gate man had swiftly shut the gates and dashed to pay homage to his new boss. As we stepped out ready to break new grounds, the man that stood with his toes protruding out of his holed shoes and with an offensive odour that almost made a joke of our perfume with tattered security clothes was the man we shared the dreams only us lived now. He had suffered misfortunes after there was a huge conflagration on his father’s farm that destroyed all his crops; he stopped school and watched his dreams fly away like a bird drifting in his amateur wings in front of the train that obliterated it. His books became the wrapper for his mother’s fried yam.

With a tremendous despondency, and his tie let loose, he had forgotten about the joy of the day because there was another man who wished for so much, with incredible potentials from his versatility. Yet, all taken from him and left with a wife, and five hungry kids in a one-room apartment that has licking roofs over their heads. These were too much to bear as he pondered. He asked himself was it government’s fault for refusing to provide a plain, levelled field for everyone to operate on or be equal, or the lack of infrastructures; which if existed, could have prevented his father’s farm from razing down, or had his friend not given it enough push?

He wanted to just be alone and sleep it off over the night but there was a VIP party organised on his behalf by friends and new colleagues, which he had to attend. Lackadaisically, he ran a warm bath and stayed in the shower thinking how blessed or fortunate he had been, he could not place why; but he was thankful. Putting on his polo shirt and some nice pants, he drove leisurely to the venue for the private party humming to the old Bob Marley tunes that was playing on the radio – it was the classic redemption song.

As he parked at the lot, he could hear laughs overpowered by the rather loud music. He strolled on casually and his entrance met by greetings and he humbly acknowledged. There were some introductions here and there and exchange of pleasantries, choice champagnes popped, and various exotic liquors already emptied into cups passed round. The air was dense with smoke and he sort refuge at the bar. Ordering for a shot of Martini from the bar man, he was dazed to see his drink served by a senior colleague at the university – by the time he was in his second year, the man who took interest in him was having his master’s programme at the same university.

Mystified and completely off-colour, he could not but ask what had made a master’s holder the bar man for his party. He wanted to know if he was just helping but was shocked when the man confessed that was what he did for a living after losing his good paying job and had run into debts when things took a worse turn for him and all attempts to get another job fruitless.

He could not just stomach all he had seen in one day, everything looked like a nightmare to him; he pinched himself but felt the pain; this was no dream. He humbly excused himself and as he sneaked out, drove home; he thought to himself that it could have been him in any of those positions if only tables were turned.

ADEKANYE ADEYINKA OLAJIDE.