OLUBUNMI TUNJI-OJO: HOW NOT TO BE A FRIEND

When this scandal broke, I wrote a piece on social media and titled it “Olubunmi Tunji-Ojo: And Humpty Dumpty Fell Again.” In the piece, I hammered on loyalty. I talked about the TV interview, where he fought so strenuously and very woefully to remove himself from the mess. The kernel of my talk was loyalty. That interview was the lowest any person, talkless of any person of that stature could ever go. He fought so hard to push a narrative of “it’s not me o.” As I watched, I began to ask myself what kind of a man this is. Is this a man? Is this somebody… Oh my God, this one is worse than Judas Iscariot o. As he waved one paper and shouted, “See the CTC, I have resigned o, I have left since 2019, I am not there o, I don’t know anything about it o, it’s my wife o,” and then he was asked, “are you still a shareholder?” And he said yes. That was it for me. I just stood up and walked into the kitchen to look for leftover afang to satiate myself since the Duchess is doing 40 days fasting, and you all know the implications of that on activities in the other room which makes me cranky and irritable. No be this “puff puff” cheeked Tunji-Ojo own be my problem, but seriously, where do they get these kinds of people and give them public office? You see, we have lost hope in seeking leaders of integrity, that one don die since Awo died. But at least, character should not be a difficult trait in leadership, especially at these times where it is looking like a free for all. This Tunji-Ojo person didn’t show any character at all in that interview. There was really no need for it since there was no way he could totally extricate himself from the mess. Resigning since 2019 and remaining a shareholder doesn’t mean anything. What he should have been fighting for at that time was to prove if the company performed, based on the contract. But that one will be looking like a camel passing through the periwinkle in my afang. Instead, “he go hang himself on the throne of – it wasn’t me.” He is very lucky sef, because if Duchess were that his wife, he would be running around Ajegunle looking for native doctor that would help with the pain on his scrotums from the bad kick he would have gotten. Na wa.

Annette who was off to school and who I am hoping will come back not only with a degree but with an oyibo husband because me I don tire for this third world citizenship. Anyways, there was Mr. Adeola looking very sprite and handsome in his brown chino pants and sneakers. I walked up to him and said, “Good evening, sir. I am the Duke of Shomolu and how are you?” He responded and said he remembered me. Me, the marketer wey no dey miss opportunity, I said, “I am looking for money for “Fajuyi” and he said, “Oya call me,” which I did and he performed. Well, Mr. Adeola is 70 years old now after pioneering a banking revolution that continues to make us proud. He and his brother Tayo berthed the monumental GTBank and didn’t stop at that. They worked with the Obasanjo administration to reform the pension industry which is today holding assets with values in the trillions. These are the kinds of Nigerians that