Masquerade of Excellence: Celebrating Prof Mike Ozekhome’s Remarkable Journey @ 67

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from CDS Omon-Irabor

Chief (Prof. Dr) Mike A.A. Ozekhome, senior advocate of Nigeria, SAN, the only masquerade that dances in the farm without cutting a single reed of the yam tendrils.

The Gadfly is climbing the 67th rung on the ladder. From the hills of Agenebode down the plains of the Iviukwe, the celestials, the principalities and the gods of Weppa and Wano Kingdoms are celebrating this colossus who came in disguise as a little rough village boy; but very comely and handsome. His divine intelligence surpasses those of his peers.

Taking a sudden flight through primary and secondary schools cascaded him into the land of Oduduwa. He anchored his life voyage at the ancestral home of the Yorubas, Ile-Ife. Here, his progenitors, believed to have a temporary abode before sending the last born of the Ogisos Ile-Ife (I ran, and I became rich – Benin translation). Omonoyan (wrongly called Oromiyan) was sent to go to the land of Igodomigodo where today, Chief Mike Ozekhome holds the title of Enobakhare of Benin Kingdom.

This great man had all his trappings, equipped himself and became a lawyer, taking abode in the Delphic Oracle (that is what we called the Chambers of Chief Gani Fawehinmi). There, he became the Aristotle, tampering with the Apologia left at the eye of Europa.

He journeyed on, for no destiny, no chance, no faith, nor circumstance could hinder, control or circumvent the firm resolve of a determined soul in Chief Mike Agbedor Abu Ozekhome as epitomised or postulated.

The great learned Senior Advocate of the masses trudges on, defending the most vulnerable, and giving voice to the voiceless and muscle to the powerless.

The Okporokpo of Oleh kingdom, Delta State, the Aimotekpe of Okpeland, the Agbamofin of Ijanikiland, Lagos; the Ohamadike1 of Obibi Ochasi, in Imo State; the Ada Idaha of Efik land, and the great Akpakpa Vighi Vighi of Edo Land, the land of my ancestors, I salute you for it is morning yet.

There is no space here, for my ink is running dry. But before I drop, I remember your words to me while I was in the dock of the Warri High Court on the 12th day of July 2013, “Omon, you look worried; mind you, those who think that they can cover the shinning sun with their palms will soon find the heat unbearable”.

Those who stopped you from becoming our Governor in 2003 indirectly made you Governor of all Governors. In all these odysseys you traversed, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, watching over you, His own.

Obokhian; amonghon, iyare iyare; mooooooh.

Omon-Irabor Esq, writes from the hill and the cave of Ebudinland.