Growing up, it took my parents a while to make up their mind on what religion to practice. Despite being Muslims, they had both gone to Christian schools and though I was young, I saw them being pulled on the two sides of the religion( Christianity and Islam) as my dad was gonna wake up at 5am to do his Muslim prayers but was also gonna grab his bible at 7am just before leaving home to read a few chapters. My ability to recite Psalm 23 and 121 today is as a result of that. We did the killing of the sallah ram too but we also celebrated Christmas. As a matter of fact, my parents were liberal enough to allow us go to church with friends on Christmas Day and trust me we had a lot of Christian friends. But that is not the crux of this my late night reflection. While we were pulled on the two sides of these religion. One thing my dad did not get confused with is that as a family, we were a die-hard fan of King Sunny Ade and his series of Albums. We were not just a fan, everyone who was close to us as a family knew King Sunny Ade probably had a special place in our home. He was part of our upbringing. My dad loved his songs so well and everyone in the family whether by compulsion or not, loves his songs. Obviously not compulsion because years after dad is gone, we all still remain a fan of this legend. I am not sure King Sunny Ade has a better fan than that of my family. Everyone in my family is still a fan.
On one occasion my eldest brother tricked me to thinking KSA was dead and I was weeping. My dad got back from work and wondered why I was crying and I told him Debo said KSA is dead. Lo and behold, though my older brother was joking, he had to pay for this the way an African father will deal with a son that spreads such rumours about the idol we secretly worshiped in my family. Don’t mind my rantings. Just listening to KSA and reflecting on so many happy moments we had growing up