His Royal Highness Christian Otobotekere
A Man of Many Seasons
HRH Chief Christian A. O. Otobotekere, OKUN XIX, who I am proud to have as a father, was a man of “many seasons”. Different aspects of the many virtues of his life will be etched in the hearts of various people. For some, the positive transformation he brought about in the infrastructure of the Tombia community and Ekpetiama clan. For some, his professional contributions to the industry. For others, his literary works.
God blessed him to pioneer diverse areas of human endeavours. A leader of leaders is invaluable in supporting and encouraging family, relationships, and friends. He had listening ears, a man of peace who successfully solved knotty issues between individuals and families in the community. His God-given wisdom was respected and accepted. Although he was a man of the people, loved by all who got to know or hear of him, he always made time for us, his family. He is adored by his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, who are proud of him, as they are descendants of a King in Africa.
Daddy with the Family of Engr. (Pst.) Chris and (Pst.) Rosalind Oyenekan, with Children and Grandchildren.
Here are just two life illustrations that demonstrate Daddy’s love, care, and support and why we shall remember him:
I received an enviable, interesting childhood and was cared for in the ideal environment of the Shell BP Residential Quarters (Shell Camp), Rumukurushi, Port Harcourt. Completed my primary education at the Shell Primary School in the Camp. Daddy sought and got me into one of the best prestigious schools, at the time, in reasonable proximity to Port Harcourt. Awo-Omamma Secondary School (Boarding) in Orlu, Imo State.
Daddy took me there with a truckload of provisions and other needed amenities. I was well provided for. During my first time away from the comfort and the civilisation of the Shell Camp, I found I had many friends, both Juniors and Seniors. I did not realise they were provision friends, and all the truckload finished in no time in the first few weeks. At the end of the term, I returned home so slim and boney that even my dear Uncle Soveyo did not recognise me. On seeing how emaciated I was, Daddy decided the school was too harsh for me and placed me at Holy Rosary Secondary School in Port Harcourt, which was within an eye’s reach.
As the No. 2 child, I had the privilege of being the baby of the house for six years before the arrival of No. 3. I engaged in wrestling matches with everyone in the house, including Dad and always won. He saw to that. I was an expert in wrestling, the champion of the house. I dared them to fight, and they were flat on their backs in no time, with everyone present hailing me, and I would show my muscles.
My father was much fun to be with. He protected me and my siblings and ensured we were well-catered. I have always been affectionately called little ‘Rose’ even as a grandmother by Dad. My children would smile to hear that, including their Dad.
The few words I can describe my beloved father with are that he was – cheerful, uncommonly generous, easy-going, optimistic, simple, fun, and loving. He had a great sense of humour and did not easily take offence. He laid a solid foundation for us, enabling us to be focused, polite, respectful, honest, and self-motivated instead of spoilt. Daddy continually guided, encouraged, and lifted us with his gentleness and jokes.
I thank God for the legacy he left behind, the Schools of Nursing, Nursery, Primary, Secondary, Foundations and the like, that would impact future generations.
We appreciate you, Daddy. We remember you always with gratitude and affection.
Chris and Rosalind Oyenekan.