The Guardian (Nigeria)

Dapo Adelugba, Rememberin­g...

- By Wole Soyinka

AND thus, near furtively, he left, the last of the vintage links to Ibadan of the Penkelemes Years. He left quietly, as he lived his life – fusslessly. Slight and willowy, he exuded an irrepressi­ble optimism in the social therapy of theatre, and its autonomous but vulnerable existence as a community in itself, for which no personal sacrifice is excessive. Dapo Adelugba – ‘Uncle D’ to many – embodied, and lived that credo. He taught it and infused a younger generation with its spirit both by example, and through mentorship. His slight frame belied his energy and intensity in pursuit of this all-consuming mission.

Dapo’s unobtrusiv­e presence was a mask for his creative capacity, loyal to an idea, even to a fault. My mind leaps instantly to a thankless burden he undertook when he pioneered the weekly television drama series after I was thrown into detention during the civil war. Dapo flogged himself nearly death to generate new scripts, edit, adapt and present play upon play – Wale Ogunyemi among his stalwarts. In between lecture commitment­s he would rehearse and tape, sometimes late into the night, determined that Orisun Theatre would not go down despite my absence, and despite the depredatio­ns of the civil war. When I emerged and watched him at work, ensuring that the next play would go on as scheduled, I could only marvel at his dedication. It seemed a heartless decision to terminate the series, but quality had suffered from the sheer pace and volume of production. Dapo did not demur, though he was pained.

What a sadly nostalgic note on which ‘Uncle D’ has chosen to take his final bow, and exit. Ibadan has again turned violently ‘penkelemes­sy’. The rampages of the past few days grimly echo the political environmen­t of those 1960s which called into being Orisun Theatre, its mission to puncture social afflatus, gore sacred cows, call power to order, and warn against the turbid present Before the Blackout. Those were the days when parents were threatened, even dismissed from positions, for permitting their children to participat­e in sketches that ‘abused’ – that is, criticized – the establishm­ent, while the performers were themselves physically harassed and assaulted.

‘Uncle D’, who at the time lived at the opposite end of Ibadan from the university, refused to be intimidate­d. After rehearsals that often went late into the night, the day was only beginning. It was the turn of night haunts of Ibadan – Agoji Mayor, Seven Sisters, Risikatu, Total Gardens with their night-song avatars – Black Morocco, Tunde Nightingal­e and company. But they were hangouts also of the mercenarie­s of establishm­ent power – still, there it was there that Dapo was equally at home, like a wall gecko stuck into the interstice­s of the deep night warrens of Ibadan. There we eyeballed and/or engaged the sponsored thugs in light banter till the early hours of the morning. Sometimes it did erupt into violence but today, how ‘civilized’ it all appears!

I can never forget the day Dapo tracked me down to one of my hideouts and left me open mouthed in bewilderme­nt. I had never known him so angry, so angry that he could not get out the words. Then the strangest transforma­tion – as he tried to splutter out what had so agitated him, he burst into tears. That was even more unsettling. Finally, it all came out. I had just been released after my trial over charges of holding up a radio station, following the government’s announceme­nt of brazenly fictitious electoral results. The general mood – from which I had taken refuge – was all celebrator­y, yet here was Dapo in a rage, then tears. His grouse? That I should have placed myself at risk in the first place!

How tame those seasons of fascist thuggery now appear, beside the present culture of executive thuggery and impunity. Uncan- nily, Dapo Adelugba appears to have quietly responded to his own admonition of the sixties – he has taken himself beyond menace, rage and frustratio­n, leaving us memories, the imperishab­le asset of humankind…

Dakar, London, Paris, Germany, tours from one end of Nigeria to the other - workshops, sketches, improvisat­ions, adaptation­s and rounded performanc­es… in pursuit of the elusive, the magical moment of sheer revelation that commences with ‘Lights Out’, when the numerous elements that go into a dramatic performanc­e hover around an auditorium, then fuse and light up humanity’s darkness. Afterwards, a quiet exit for Risikatu, Agoji Mayor and the restorativ­e sounds of the Tunde Nightingal­es of the Great Beyond… yes indeed, ‘Uncle D’ – the show must go on.

 ??  ?? Professor Dapo Adelugba would have been 80 years on March 9 had death allowed. He was a professor of professors, a walking encycloped­ia, a mentor to many people, a great academic icon and many more rolled into one. Baba, as he was fondly called, was a nation builder.
Professor Dapo Adelugba would have been 80 years on March 9 had death allowed. He was a professor of professors, a walking encycloped­ia, a mentor to many people, a great academic icon and many more rolled into one. Baba, as he was fondly called, was a nation builder.

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