TRIBUTE TO SIR DOKS aka OBA LOLA
Sir Doks. All I can say is “may your soul rest in peace with the Lord.” From everything everyone is saying you never wanted a lingering transition. You wanted to go out quickly without much fuss. You got some but not all your wishes because your passage has created a great deal of fuss. The outpouring of love and support for your family is amazing. It has made us all realise that mortality is real; especially for all of us over 60 who now realise that we are all in the departure lounge waiting for our flight to be called.
The paths of the Adeyemo and Thomas families crossed and became intertwined when we moved to Assen, The Netherlands on a Shell cross posting assignment toward the latter part 1986. We lived next door to each other separated only by one other house. The situation became interesting with the arrival of Taiwo and Kehinde making it five young kids for Yetunde and you to manage. My late wife and Yetunde became even closer as did our children and we the men. Yetunde and I are similar in character while my late wife and Sir Doks are Siamese twins in nature. It was a perfectly balanced relationship.
Sir Doks was at ease with the combined army of children swarming around him; something I did not have the capacity for. He was a unique character and demonstrated this in many ways. He could sleep amid a tsunami and/or a nuclear attack. He was one of the most relaxed and easy going yet firm, stubborn and opinionated person I have ever known. One phrase that summarises Sir Doks’ attitude to life is the Yoruba saying (and pardon my spelling) “ko ti koja ifarada “. With this statement and his ability to sleep instantly he shrugged off stress and managed to keep an even perspective of life and the events around him.
But we got on famously. In Assen, Sir Doks and I would finish work at 4pm jump into one of our cars and shoot off to Amsterdam, Rotterdam or The Hague for a concert and drive back to Assen ready for work the next morning. The Dutch and most of the Nigerian community thought we were crazy. We co-existed as friends and neighbours on Zevenster Straat , Assen for more than 4 years before we left for Nigeria circa October 1990 at the end of my assignment.
Sir Doks and I linked up again after I had resigned from Shell in 1998 to relocate my family to Canada and start my entrepreneurial journey. I started off in Bori Road, Rumuibekwe Estate, Port Harcourt and Sir Doks stayed with me in my home office when he was transferred to Port Harcourt while the family was in Lagos. We lived as two quasi bachelors eating as best as we could while trying to provide for our families.
He was there to encourage me and help me weather the storms of undertaking the new journey of a middle-aged entrepreneur in Nigeria and his words of advice helped me to stay the course when things got difficult as they are bound to do.
Our personal and family friendship continued when we both moved back to Lagos. We combined friendship with business because it is good to work with people you can trust especially in a country like Nigeria. I often called on him for expert advice on HR matters related to Frontier Oil .
He called me unexpectedly on Wednesday 21 September 2022 and after our usual banter we agreed to meet on 28th September as he would be travelling to the USA in October for at least two months. It was not meant to be for he passed away on 24th September 2022 unexpectedly. This is proof that man proposes but only God disposes. I learnt that he also called many people he had not seen or spoken with for some time in the preceding weeks and days including Gbola Sobande. Was Sir Doks saying his goodbyes? We shall never know.
What I do know is that a unique and wonderful man has gone to rest in the Lord.
I say to Yetunde, Dedun, Banke, Kunbi , Taiwo and Kehinde that you should be proud of your dad as he was proud of you. He lived a fulfilled life and knew the meaning of contentment. He enjoyed being a gentleman farmer as I called him. He loved you, his family, passionately and did his best to help you become the accomplished young women you are today.
Back to the present. Sir Doks is gone. I can only pray once again that he will find his resting place with the Lord and that “ko koja ifarada” for him .
Adieu Sir Doks.
Dada Thomas