Boys being boys
Gúnugún kìí kú léwe,
in Yorubaland, there are sayings put to song and then played out with the
talking drum. The tonal percussion of the talking drum with its musicality
immediately registers with us and we engage by singing out the lyrics being
played.
Then some boys probably
took one of those sayings in songs and made a catcall out of it, whistling to
the tune of the song. It became their call sign through adulthood into old age.
Whenever one arrived at the other’s house, you heard the visitor whistle and
the host responded. We soon learnt what it meant to great amusement.
Every kind of old
The first part, as
written above translates to, ‘The vulture never dies in youth.’ The full saying
itself speaks to growing old and growing old well.
Gúnugún kìí kú léwe,
kí ẹ dàgbà kì ẹ dogbó, kí ẹ fi gbogbo ara hewú bíi ti Ṣẹ́ṣẹ́ Ẹfun. The vulture
never dies in youth, may you grow old and wizened, growing grey hairs all over
your body like the beaded crown of the Alaafin of Oyo.
The monarch of the
Oyo kingdom in Yorubaland is known as the Aláàfin, meaning the owner
of the palace. He wears the rare Ṣẹ́ṣẹ́
Ẹfun crown which according to tradition is first worn at least 10 years after
coronation. It was made centuries ago. The colourfully decorated white crown has
a veil of white strings looking like braids of hair, hence, the simile of grey
hairs and the Ṣẹ́ṣẹ́ Ẹfun. Click on the
link for the pronunciation of Ṣẹ́ṣẹ́ Ẹfun.
The whole saying reads
like a prayerful incantation for long life and between these boys and lifelong
friends, it seems to have been fulfilled.
Back to their story
Their lives more or
less ran in parallel similarities, both went into the same profession of
accountancy, whilst debatable, they were lotharios and Casanovas at one, they
took second wives and started second families, built homestead houses literally
opposite each other in our village. The comings and goings of one were always
known by the other. The children are good and tight friends even if we live in
far-flung places.
He was a jovial,
affable, humorous man who anytime he saw me called me by the nickname Akinse,
Akinse, and the last time we chatted on the phone he wondered why I hadn’t
visited after all this while. That is another story. I do recall that my stepmother
also pressed me about visiting Nigeria for years, it was left an unfulfilled
promise that the vicissitudes of the times has put out of reach. She passed on
just over two weeks ago.
He was my father’s
best friend from childhood, and I know he will be sorely missed by many,
including his children. Adieu! Otunba Ogunjimi Taiwo, may your gentle soul rest
in peace. The vulture did die at a great number of years in his 80s. A life to
be remembered, celebrated, and honoured.
In gratitude, I
acknowledge the help of @KolaTubosun
& @Bishopade who on Twitter
helped me find the meaning and use of Ṣẹ́ṣẹ́
Ẹfun.
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