My heart skipped a breath when my phone rang in the early hours of Thursday, March 6, 2025. It was an unusual call from the personal assistant to Dr Doyin Okupe, and I knew straight away that something bad must have happened to my godfather. The sad news of the passage of my God-sent benefactor was broken to me in a depressed voice by his personal assistant.
I met Omooba Doyin Okupe in February 2014, and our father and son chemistry jelled…
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