I knew my Daddy in three curves of life—a sinusoidal one. The first curve: he was the wealthiest man in the world who took us to beaches, Ibadan Trans Amusement Park and sent us to a costly school in Lagos. The second curve: he lost his job; forgot everything including “friends” and seldom came to Ibadan, yet he never lost the goodness in him. The third…
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