The Reunion: Reflections on Friendship, Leadership, and Change

My wife enjoys attending social gatherings, though I’ve never shared her enthusiasm for such events. In my youth, however, I was more drawn to parties, influenced by friends like Tony, who would regale me with stories of their escapades. These tales sparked a curiosity in me about the secret worlds of lust, smoking, and alcohol—things they hid from their parents. In those days, I was fascinated by the recklessness of youth indulging in destructive passions.

Today, my wife pampered me, applying oil to my body after I ran out of body spray. She even tried to find a perfume oil for me to wear, wanting me to look my best.

After returning from today’s event, I shared some news with her. Tosin has expressed a desire to retire from his role as President. I also mentioned that the son of our late Senior Prefect had attended the gathering. Femi, who was once an exceptional student, made an impression on her. The fact that Femi hadn’t been forgotten seemed to resonate with her. I was particularly moved that awards were given in our late friend’s name.

Chris Kehinde Nwandu, our deputy senior prefect in Form One, was also in attendance. He hadn’t heard about Femi’s passing and still remembered him vividly. Surprisingly, he even recalled me.

It was a delightful experience to reconnect with faces I hadn’t seen in years. It was especially nice to catch up with Kehinde Adepoju (née Alake), a former classmate from Maryland Comprehensive Secondary School. Back then, I prided myself on being able to tell the difference between Kehinde and Taiye. Kehinde was gentle and friendly, and I often wondered how Taiye had turned out. Would she still be as gentle with me today? I no longer consider myself the naughty troublemaker I once was, and I’ve certainly changed since then.

I even had the confidence to approach Adijat Akanji and tell her she looked great, something I wouldn’t have been able to do in my secondary school days. I also complimented Sola Odubena on her appearance, telling her her husband would be happy with how well she had aged—time had been kind to her.

The camaraderie at the event was palpable. Femi Solesi, who had shaved his head, looked younger, though a closer look revealed hints of grey in the unshaved parts. I appreciated his response when the topic of Tosin stepping down came up, even though his speech was interrupted by Olaoluwa, also known as Dimeji.

Tosin Michael Idowu has led for many years, but he has never acted like an emperor. I believe many members appreciate his leadership, which is evident in his commitment and sacrifices. He has persevered, and if he had been less dedicated, he would have stepped down long ago. I’ve had personal conversations with him, and I can say he is a gentleman—his words are persuasive, kind, and trustworthy. He’s done well, though, as an armchair critic, I feel there’s still room for improvement. Personally, I’d like him to become Life President.

Did you notice how Tosin handled questions today? He seemed weary, perhaps frustrated by our indifference. Tosin, if the crown is heavy, take a break. Hand it over to Jide for a while, take a two-week sabbatical, and come back refreshed for another long stretch.

Overall, I enjoyed today, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow. I suspect my wife will want to attend as well. She’s already met Jide, and this will give her the chance to meet Tosin and Victor Uaifo, who shares his name with the late Nigerian musician. Unfortunately, we won’t be able to attend on Saturday, as I have a busy day ahead.

Finally, I’m reminded of a beautiful gathering in the presence of the Lamb, who gave Himself for me. It would be wonderful to share a drink with you on that day. I wonder, will you be there?

Uwem Sampson