로그인Dressed in a plain white plain sleeve covered with a cobalt blue coat over
a smart pair of trousers, in the same tone with a set of nicely made cufflinks
holding off to his cuffs he was. On his neck was a well knotted polka-dot tie. In
total, he was handsomely dressed. It was his 64th year birthday. At 64 years of age,
Professor Oluwole Ajayimore looked more youthful than his age foretold of him.
He looked at his eye in the mirror. It still bore the scars of a past bruise. He
adjusted his glasses. He lifted his eyes to his old but treasured collections on his
shelf, he smiled. He took a picture frame off the shelf, staring his face into it and
beaming with smiles in-between laughs, held it to his chest. Those type of smiles
that arose from joy and the happiness gotten from an accomplished aim. So was
the mid-morning of the old professor.
Again, looking at the picture, in his old wrinkled hands, he blurred
himself back to the past, the days of suffering and sorrow. The days of being
stripped and rejected by the society he knew as his home. He had always been a
wrestler with life who showed him her ugly side, he had gotten a lot of scars to
show for it. He took his inhaler and dragged a puff. Born in Lagos State, Oluwole
David Ajayimore was rather odd at birth. Unlike most children Wole didn’t cry at
birth, he just starred at his apparent environment. He had those cute, bulgy set of
eyes that made him admired, a smooth hair texture and that perfect body
structure, neither too fat, nor too slim. By his looks one could say that he was
wonderfully made right from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. He had
the physical makings of a prince. Wole had the resemblance of his mother,
although, he was not privileged to met her. He often wandered, how she would
have been like, Mrs. Roseline Ajayimore had died after labor. He was her first
child after seven years of marriage. She was a Deltan by birth, and a catholic by
faith. She was fair in complexion, tall and chubby. She had her hair often made in
curls. She had a Masters degree in medicine, having graduated from the
prestigious University of Ibadan popularly known as UI.
Dr. Tunde Ajayimore, had married her at the age of 37. They had met in
a Catholic Church convention at Ogun State, Nigeria in the year 1993. After the
liturgical mass, some hours into the programme, Dr. Ajayimore had seen a lady
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