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He was the youngest of them all at Newswatch. While Dele Giwa, Ray Ekpu and Dan Agbese were born in the 1940s, Yakubu Mohammed, aka, Yak, was a “child” of the 1950s and a flag bearer, of sorts, for the “Senior Citizens” especially the line editors who were mostly “children” of the 1950s.
He was closer to them, age wise, and wallowed in mutual respect and humility. Easy to relate with. You would feel confident to walk into his office at any time to seek his opinion, advice and, at times, to rub minds together on socio-political issues prevailing at the time. Our paths first crossed in the National Concord where he started as deputy editor from 1980 to 1982 and later as substantive editor (1982- 1984) when the incumbent, Doyin Aboaba (later Mrs MKO Abiola), was promoted Editor in Chief of the Concord Group.
It was under his editorship that I was given the rare opportunity for a features man to cover a major news assignment of covering the prestigious Oganisation of African Unity, OAU, Conference in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, in 1983.
It was by his sheer insistence that the duo of Duro Onabule and Doyin Aboaba agreed to let me go because he felt I was up to the task. He did not stop there. He made sure I was well equipped for the big assignment for me outside the country. And what did he do? He personally contacted the Chairman, MKO Abiola, for foreign exchange assistance, which he (Abiola) usually provided for overseas travel expenses. An act of sheer generosity outside the books.
What he brought for me, with uncommon apology, was something that almost made me do an “Oviewhiskey” (a reference to an Electoral Commission Chairman then who said he might collapse if offered a gift of one million naira, an amount of money he never dreamt of having!). It was, by my own “osomalo “(shrewd) financial standard, a staggering sum. Two thousand dollars! In the 1980s, that was a lot! I had never handled such a “huge” amount of dollars before. The Ethiopian Birr was no match to the almighty dollar which enabled me to throw all my entire being into the assignment. To whom much was given, I thought, much was expected of me. He was impressed about the extra effort I put into the assignment judging by the daily dispatches and post conference features and behind-the-story reports on getting back to Lagos. He should take the credit for whatever success I made of the assignment. I so much cherished the confidence he reposed in me to prove my mettle.
He was closer to (his fellow founders), age wise, and wallowed in mutual respect and humility. Easy to relate with.



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