“Meet F.O.,” I said, introducing the man with the square face and that perpetually undecided beard.
“F.O.? Nibo lo n fo lo?” (Where is he flying to?)
Such is often the fate of introducing Prof Femi Osofisan to unsuspecting company.
The response is usually playful disbelief. This unassuming gentleman? The national icon? Nah!
The simplicity, indeed, the sheer ordinariness, of his mien seems almost suspiciously at odds with the giant reputation.
Even his speech conspires in the deception: unhurried, gentle, and delivered with a disarming innocence behind which his trademark wit quietly lands its blows.
My wife, Buki, and I finally moved into our Ibadan home in 2013, some 15 years after it had been built. The long story of how we eventually accepted it as our “permanent residence” is one for another day.
What matters here is that our full initiation into the fold of U.I. theatre people was,
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