A tribute to DDD-Aderibigbe Adedayo
I don’t really know how to start this writeup or so. I never expected I’ll composing something of this sorts about my Dad. Not this soon.
So who is my Dad?
He was christened Aderibigbe Adedayo Olufemi Charles. I always called him DDD. Dazzling Dapper Dayo was a cheerful man. He was born on the 26th of March and was a teacher for almost half his life and he loved what he did. He was a writer too. Mr Aderibigbe had publications with Macmillan and was a part author of Premier English. He was also a proud father of 5 children.
DDD has a special power.
He’s everything one needs when they need someone. He’s your musician when you need one and a dancer when you are feeling the groove. He had a degree in comedy when you are feeling down. Being there for everyone is kind of his thing. He loved youngsters a lot. Every school he worked in knew that.
Like me he had a thing for sports.
My dad was a sport lover. He never physically participated in anyone, not that i know of though. The only time he ever kicked football with us with in my cousins place. We had to buy 2 new balls because DDD took it upon himself to test the gate spikes with the balls.
My father was a Manchester City fan. Before then he was previously an Arsenal fan. He became a City fan a season before they won their first EPL title and he was a “registered” fan as he always bragged about it. My dad was always neutral during Ronaldo and Messi argument and loved MOU. He always said Rashford was trash and I think he was wrong about that.
He watched Volleyball too, wasn’t sure about Basketball but he always supported my basketball career. I complained about sport issues to him, he was always ready with solutions. That’s why I’ve made up my mind that if I ever go pro with basketball, I’ll wear the No 26 for him.
Being young at heart
I knew a lot more about my Dad than he thought I did and actually learnt a few lessons from him. It wasn’t something I did on purpose. It just happened. I read the manuscripts of his biography.
Yes, my dad was a writer and he worked on books for Macmillan in Ibadan. He had English publications with them. His transition to adulthood was disturbing from what I gathered in the biography. Even though reading those manuscripts taught me a lot of things.
The central knowledge was being young at heart. That was his main focus. He said overthinking things would likely destroy you faster.
He did things that teenagers would always do. I can still remember one night where he was disagreeing with some people about tribalism in Nigeria. The argument got hot and these young people were throwing jabs at my dad.
The funny thing was that this man replied. He told them he’ll forget his age and talk to them like they were mates. I slid into his inbox asking if he needed help.
His reply was “He hasn’t taught in several schools and not get how to handle some bunch of teenagers”.
We laughed together that night. He taught me something that night. He reminded me to always remain young at heart. Age doesn’t have to stand in the way of having fun.
He was ready to take a bullet for us.
I think I was 15 when I first told him about a girl I liked. He laughed because I used the word “LOVE”. I was 15 but I wasn’t a kid(He knew that). He asked if I was ready to take a bullet for her. ” I come be like wetin this old man dey yarn”.
Hell No.. I told him no one was worth taking a bullet for. He said that was a lie. He then showed me a picture and said he’ll swallow a grenade for these people anytime. It was a grid picture of his family. It included My mom, my siblings and his siblings too. That night he taught me family was everything. He also said if she’s worth dying for,don’t marry her. I guess that’s why I’m still single.
My dad was my best friend
I know he loved everyone of us till he died. He also taught me rules about making friend. I’ve mostly been an introvert. I had troubles making friends. He was my best friend even after everything that happened and he always will be.
He was a music lover
Those close to me know I have a different view of music. All thanks to my Dad. It’s 2020 and I still have a solid collection of Blues and Classical Musics. I remember the nights of Celine Dion, Michael Bolton, Toni Braxton, Shaina Twain.
There were other artistes too. Bob Marley, Kenny Rogers, UB40 and many more. We had records. He kept videos and CDs of everything. DDD didn’t care if he had a bad singing voice but he always decides to be Celine Dion or Janet Jackson if he wants to. He would scream and sing at nights enjoying music with booming speakers.
My old man couldn’t be stopped. The worst singing experience we had with him was in 2015 i think. This popular music “I acknowledge you for who you are” music was just released. Lara George or Tope Alabi I am not sure of the name. My dad listened to it for 4 months. I’m not exaggerating if i say it was up to 6 months.
My dad would come back home from work, switch on his Tecno P3 and start playing. The song was on repeat and as if that wasn’t enough. He sang along. I told him he has Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir, Don Moen. I told him to lessen our suffering and listen to the songs in shuffle. My old man just pushed me out the room and continued. I eventually deleted the song from his phone. He got it back and continued our suffering.
My final thoughts
Concluding this is more of a challenge than writing this. The night he died he sent a Bible text to everyone Isaiah 40 verse 7-8. I want everyone to stand with that word. “The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.” I want you all to stand with that word.
Yes, DDD was not a perfect man. No one is. But he was a happy man. I’m 100% sure he would want everyone else to be happy. Don’t let life hold you down. Smile while you still have teeth. I don’t know motivation quotes as much as he did. Regardless of what i know
” JUST BE HAPPY”
Rest on Old man. I love you.