I
guess a return to the land of my birth was always on the agenda and almost
inevitable you might say. I had dreamt
for so many years of what it would be like to savour and saunter down the fabled
paved streets of London. But I never once believed the myth that it had paving made
of gold and opportunities which were littered all through along the paths. Months of correspondence with my cousin had
made me more circumspect about the reality. I was impatient to complete the Youth Service
Corp programme in Abeokuta, a mandatory service year all Nigerian graduates had
to be enrolled on and they were posted to various work establishments. During my law school years after much toil,
much going back and forwards I had obtained a black coloured British passport,
to ensure I was allowed entry into the shores of the United Kingdom without a
visa. Yes I had enjoyed my time work as
a prosecutor at the State Ministry of Justice, I appreciated serving God as an
executive of the Christian Corpers Fellowship but above all I was seriously in
love with Olajumoke, the beautiful, dark enameled lady with elegantly
sculptured body and perfectly shaped almond eyes, who was to become my
wife. None of these, however, were
enough to mitigate the draw of England at the time.
However,
a few obstacles stood in the way of my ambition, the finances needed to acquire
an air ticket, accommodation on arrival, the imminent possibility of my twin
sister’s wedding and the thought of leaving my fiancé on her own whilst I
returned to England. I had approached my
uncle, Dr. Adigun for a soft loan to buy a ticket, and he agreed. My terms were simple I would pay him back
within a year once I got to England.
However, my uncle reconsidered his promise and decided rather than offer
a loan he would advance me a significant gift.
The gift, however, still left me significantly short, my mother then
decided to part with her savings and pay the difference for the cost of my
ticket. She had been saving for the
raining day and my travel back to UK was considered such.
In 1990,
I attended my twin’s introduction held at my uncle, Mr. Oladejo Ojedele’s
Ibadan home, but no dates were fixed for the wedding. Introduction was customary in Nigeria where
the families of prospective bride and groom got to know each other over the
informality of food and drinks. I had
sketched out plans with ’Jumoke deciding that I would go ahead and settle down to
a job in England and then return to marry her once it was feasible. With her agreement secured and with financial
support from Dr. Adigun and my mother I booked a Nigerian Airways one-way
ticket to Heathrow Airport in London.
I
made arrangements with ‘Ranti Oguntokun nee Lawunmi my cousin to arrive and
stay in their home whilst I sorted myself out. I enjoyed the last moments of my time with
Olajumoke, who prepared a delicacy of coconut rice, said my goodbyes to friends
and relatives and then on an Harmattan filled evening in October 1990 made my
way through the cluttered roads of Lagos and I flew out from Murtala Mohammed
Airport Ikeja on a Nigerian Airways DC 10 flight. On the way through the mist of traffic, I saw
the legendary Akintunde Asalu, the President of the Shareholder’s Solidarity
Association he had abandoned his car because it had broken down. I waved him
goodbye, reminiscing about his unremitting kindness to me in times past. I thought my return to the United Kingdom
would only be for a few years but remained in England for more than two
decades.
My
arrival at Heathrow Airport early on Saturday morning and was shaken by the
sudden cold blast of autumn air that rushed through from outside, my jacket and
coat, ‘a pass me down’ from Uncle Ayo
Akinsonmi, offered little in the place of warmth, I was shivering to the
marrow. I was armed with forty pounds
and expended half of it on my taxi fare to Ponyders Court in South
Clapham. I returned to the exact area
where in 1966 we were born as twins.
’Ranti and ’Yinka welcomed me by establishing a few ground rules, it was
clear my stay there would be very temporary for my cousin was now heavily
pregnant with her first son. She
navigated me through the cultural issues of my new country, took me to my first
church Bonneville Christian Centre where I met Pastor Les Ball and she ensured
I went to the Department of Social Security office to sign on for dole, the
government’s handout to the unemployed.
In no time through Threshold Housing, I acquired accommodation on 26 Montrose
Gardens, Mitcham, Surrey in a small box room, big enough to contain a wardrobe
and a chest of drawers but it suited my finances.
My
first night in the room was intolerable, it seemed the cold sneaked up on me, I
came with a blanket and wore thick clothing to bed, but these were no match for
the unrelenting and unremitting cold that seeped through the crevices and gaps into
my tiny room. I lay shivering in bed,
wondering why I had decided to leave the warm shores of Lagos to subject myself
to torture of this kind.
Ian,
a young Caribbean boy became my closest mate in the house, introduced me to all
the cheap shops, and gave me a crash course on life in the UK. I settled down, savoured my new reality and
began to think about securing a job.
Macdonald Restaurant came calling in the meantime, but after only three days,
I gave it up. I reckoned that losing my
entitlement to unemployment benefits and housing benefits for a low paid job
was not my best option. I needed to
devote my time to securing a well-paid job and being unemployed offered me the
space and time to do that. I linked up
with ’Dele Olawoye my old friend and over a weekend we reminisced over our
past. With time, it became apparent that
my search for a job would be much harder and more frustrating than imagined. I
joined the Job Club at Bonneville Christian Centre in Clapham South, where I
was put through my paces in the search for a job and where I had the opportunity
to volunteer.
I
became re-acquainted with Morounke Jacobs, a niece of Professor Wole Soyinka.
We became like brother and sister quite inseparable; my name for her was ‘Aburo’, which meant younger
sibling. She had returned to England to
study for her Master of Arts in International Relations at University of
Leeds. It was because of her that I
ventured up to Leeds and the City of York.
Through her I was introduced to her uncle, Pastor ‘Kayode Soyinka to
whom my wife and I became very close. I was privileged to travel with her to
attend her wedding to Mr. Akin Somorin in Lagos, Nigeria in 1994 and by mere
coincidence we were on the same flight with her uncle, the Nobel Laureate
Professor ‘Wole Soyinka.
In
the end after two hundred and seventy applications, visits as far as Liverpool
and eighteen months of uncertainty I received the offer of three jobs,
Administrative Officer at the Home Office, Prison Officer and Executive Officer
at the Inland Revenue. The Prison
Officer job was a very well paid position and the security checks took over 12
months to complete, but with an eye on the Nigerian scene I could not see any
transferability of skills. After much careful consideration, I settled
for the Inland Revenue job in Thames Ditton, Surrey, a position that would
later take me to Nottingham in the Midlands. It was at the Revenue I was reunited with
Sheyi Oriade for a period and met ‘Banjo Aromolaran an Ijesha Prince and
Brother ’Tunde Jayeibo a minister of the gospel.