By Dele Momodu
Fellow Edolites, please permit me to start this epistle by clearing doubts about my stakes in Edo State. Let it be known to all and sundry, and any unbelieving Thomas in particular, that I Ayobamidele Ojutelegan Momodu, is a bonafide, and proud, son of Edo State by parentage and not by honorary association.
My father, the late Jacob Momodu, was born and raised in Ihievbe, now in Owan East Local Government of Edo State. At the time of my birth in 1960, Nigeria used to exist as regional compositions and our Afemai tribe fell under what used to be known as Mid-Westerners but since then so much water has passed under the bridge. Our country has moved from one disastrous experiment to another. And we’ve embarked on deliberate and voluntary journeys to perdition. At what seemed the peak of our collective madness, we fought a most devastating and debilitating civil war of attrition but our selfish and myopic leaders still refused to learn useful lessons. All they have succeeded in doing is to set the stage for a far worse explosion that is just waiting to happen.
By birth, I’m an Ile-Ife indigene. I was born at Obalufon, in The Church of the Lord Aladura, the famous spiritual denomination of Baba Ayo Ositelu. Our Ile-Ife had always been cosmopolitan in nature and it served as a confluence for people of all tribes who converged there for greener pastures. Cocoa farmers and civil servants were the kings of years gone by and the gap between the rich and the poor was not too wide. My father was then a Road overseer at the Public Works Department (PWD), rising through the ranks after starting as a Labourer, as they were called in those good old days when there was