People often ask me what it was like growing up Idahosa. Did you witness daily miracles? Was Papa incessantly quoting scriptures and humming Amazing Grace? Or perhaps his knees were scarred from daily prayers, from which he only took a break to download sermons from the Holy One.
There is often a hint of disappointment in their faces when I say no.
He loved watching boxing on Saturdays, wearing cascading white agbadas and eating soft white yam with pepper soup.
He loved discussing politics, wooden shoe horns and 2pm lunches with his family.
He was human; robed in the same fallibility that keeps us all clinging to the grace and mercy of the cross.
But he took great pride in his family, in his aspirations and in his work. He lived an impassioned life that built a legacy by leaving the essence of himself in each of us.
That legacy is the reason why even two decades after his death, he is still fondly remembered by millions around the world.
Our Papa.
That legacy is why we are inspired to carry on from where he left off- to replicate that essence in others, with or without a love of boxing or soft white yam with pepper soup.
Papa dared greatly. He lived boldly. He loved wholeheartedly and was beloved.
He would have been 82 years old today.
Happy Founder’s Day.
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