One Man Many Caps You were one man who wore many caps. You were “Prof” in the office and at so many project meetings we attended together at which DRB was consultant. Where ADABOL Investments was concerned, you were “Chairman”. Whenever we got the opportunity to sit down to talk alone, you are “Daddy” until my children came in and then you became “Grandpa”. From the many caps you wore I learnt so much. Your Leadership was by example – The greatest amongst you must be the servant of all – and so you would be off to serve staff, invitees and people of all ages even though there were people hired for that purpose at the numerous get-togethers we held. Yours was Humility and Service, not the rhetoric but the practice. You counselled so often that “The hand of the giver is always on top”. You were right, not only in words but more so in deeds. A Giver to the end. You were always ready to give without counting the cost even when we thought there was not enough to go round. You always maintained that “There is more than enough to go round in this world if we care to share.” In Entrepreneurship, you practiced multiple streams of income. Therefore we grew up to see you successful at many apparently unrelated ventures – Academics, consultancy, business and investments. Finding the time and the passion for them all is another lesson I take from you and would wish to practice and teach my children. Your first priority was to be successful at home in order to consider yourself successful outside of it. In spite of a consistently busy schedule, you always had time for us. While growing up, you drove us to school, arrived early from or delayed an official trip so you could attend a prize giving day, You were there to clap or shake my hands during school sports competitions even when you knew I was unlikely to rank amongst the first three. You accompanied me to University to help complete registration formalities in my first year and was on hand, just outside the door, the two trips I ever made to the labour ward. You definitely were successful in FAMILY life. You always encouraged and maintained friendships. My friends, from primary school to University and when I started working, always knew “Bunmi’s father”. You were always around on visiting days, finding every excuse to drop by to see me in University. This love was also extended to my friends. So I would arrive home to find out some of my friends were on vacation in our house while I was away. Even when I lived abroad with my family, groups of my friends continued to hold regular meetings in your conference room. Everyone was welcome. You were always building bridges to try to re-unite the separated, bring families together, repair broken trust amongst people, communities and their leaders. Can I remember a time while growing up that we did not have cousins, aunties and other “Idanre Parapo” staying with us and usually seeking admission into higher institutions? I always wondered back then why warring parties seemed to find the way to our house but now I know that you were simply an accomplished Peace Maker. Whilst these lessons prepared me for a future without you, there was one you may have left uncovered. Anytime you travelled, you would leave me a “Pending File”. In it you would detail what I needed to do, step by step, in order to accomplish tasks in your absence. I was always guided by this file. However, I have searched your office and mine and cannot trace it. What do I need to do next – Prof, Chairman, Daddy, Granpa? I cannot seem to reach you on phone and I don’t know where you left this file. Unless of course you did this on purpose to tell me its time I continued life’s journey without you. If this is so, I will try my best but I would have preferred having you if the choice were mine. You have fought a good fight, you have finished your course and you have kept the faith and are ready to receive the crown you deserve. I trust God that all will be well. Bye Dad, I miss you more than you can imagine and I love you so very much. May the legacy you left behind continue to grow from strength to strength. Until we meet to part no more, Bye Dad! I miss you so Bunmi Apampa