Oladejo Okediji, 1929-2019.

Death knocked on the door, ko ko ko ko; ko ko ko ko.

My father got up from the bed and went to the door and, very boldly, opened the door, saying, “Here I am. I’m ready for your very worst.”

Death: It’s not my fault. It’s just a job. This is what I’m paid to do.

Baba: I understand. Do it. Let’s get it over with.