I was my father’s Obama. The real Obama is just more organized.

Do they have two heads?

The typical African parent will ask you if the person who got ahead of you in an exam or any contest in life has two heads? My parents never did that to me. I was usually the one with two heads that other parents urged their kids to chase after. I don’t know how they managed to do it. It was not the koboko or the flying slippers, those were meant for grave circumstances. It was more from subtle yet positive reinforcement.

Learning from failure and personal organization

I discovered failure all by myself and from my own doing. As a young child, I never failed in academics or even sport. I had almost total recall. I didn’t even need to read to pass exams. I was also very organized and confident. That confidence became a weakness later in life. It became my own flaw.

Preparing to go

I discovered my mortality when I died for a few minutes in hospital when I was 15, it shook me. I rediscovered it again at 21 when I was attacked by robbers in Lagos. Discovery of my mortal weakness was not truly tested until the day I heard that my father died 7 years ago. It was also that day that I discovered that he was building strength in me indirectly in preparation for his exit.

I eat Nigerian Jollof and I write things. That is what I do. Chief Fanatic @ Manchester United FC.