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 Often, if not always, his ideas and mine aligned. Then, one day, Mr Elegbede’s vacation ended. But Mr Bonuola did not have to revert to his own desk. Rather, he was moved by promotion to, I believe, a new title, The Evening Times, an afternoon newspaper. To my shock, I received a letter from Prince Momoh instructing me, and not Mr Odesanya, to take over from Mr Bonuola as deputy Production editor and another letter informing me I was to be paid an acting allowance for the period I edited the back pages. I was shocked because that event catapaulted me over no fewer than three chairs on the sub editor’s desk. I had been looking forward to becoming Assistant chief Sub-Editor, Deputy chief sub-editor and then Chief Sub-Editor.

The triple jump was a shocker to me. That was what I called fishing me out of newsroom obscurity and placing my professional light from under the brushel and keeping it on the table top. That was Prince Momoh for you. He knew who was doing what, and he could reward  meticulous work out of the corporate box. Personalized LGBT Love Wins Doormat

One  day, I found my way to  GRAILLAND, near Iju, to see a gentleman , named Mr Ibe. When he learned I worked at the Daily Times, he asked me to “greet your editor”. Which editor, I asked. Prince Momoh’s name was the least on my mind. Breezily, I thought of all the editors I had worked with…Segun Osoba, Sola Odunfa, Dipo Ajayi, Angus Okoli, Clement Okosun, Gbolabo Ogunsanwo, Areoye Oyebola, Hezy Idowu. My knees weakened when I asked him who among them and he mentioned Tony Momoh

It was the last Sunday before the Christmas festival, and I had gone to the office to indicate my wish to attend. Mr Ibe told me Prince Momoh left about 30 minutes before I came in. So, Prince Momoh was a Crossbearer, I wondered. I thanked Mr Ibe and went my way.

The following day, I went to his office. He was reading proofs of the next edition of Daily Times. When Prince Momoh looked up and wore his eye glasses, my greetings shocked him. “Happy FESTIVAL”, I said. “Which festival”, he promptly asked. Unless your intellect was sharp, he was not a man you could easily score a hit against. You couldn’t easily box him up. He always reminded me of Muhammad Ali(former Cassius Clay), one of the most fabulous and glamorous heavy weight champions the world has ever known.

Muhammed Ali fought standing on his toes, “floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee”. He would crowd the other man into a corner, hit him hard, daze him with a flurry of well combined punches, and, almost effortlessly and danced away from reprisals.

 

 

 

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