My 62nd Anniversary

ByMoyo Okediji

For my 62nd anniversary, the wonderful artist Afolabi Damilare made this portrait for me.

It’s amazing how time flies.

I still remember when I was a child, and I used to run around naked in the rain, with my dondolo dangling for everybody to enjoy, on the streets of Ile Ife.

This was only yesterday, really.

And now the calendar says I’m 62!

At best I’m 6 years and 2 months old.

A loud round of applause for Afolabi Damilare for rendering this image of me.

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