Adieu Dr Clement Oladunni Ogunseyila.
We first met in September 1980 at The Embassy of Bulgaria in Lagos. Then, we had just been awarded the federal government scholarship tenable in Bulgaria. As it was the tradition at the time, the embassy would hold induction with all new scholars going to their country. We were only seven- including a lady. It is not an English speaking country, they speak slavian. Hence, the seven of us became friends right from the language School.
However after graduating from the language school, we were posted to different universities to pursue our chosen specialities. This marked the beginning of a deep and long friendship among three of us - late clement, Pharm. Ayuba (USA) and myself. We studied in the same medical School - pharmacy and medicine respectively, and lived in the same medical block. My relationship with late Clement got deeper and special having lived with him in the same room for 5 years.
From this standpoint, many of my readers would agree that I know the deceased very well.
Like me, he was not an excellent student but his academic ability was above average. He only had a resit once in year two, during his 5 years of pharmacy training. It was in the university of Benin in Nigeria that he obtained a doctorate degree in pharmacy - Pharmacy D in the 90s. He used to take his profession above a set standard. In Bulgaria, his academic work was his priority. but the good aspect was that he was able to build an equilibrium between that and social outings - faaji.
My late friend was a gentleman to the core. He was honest, unassuming and pleasant. He did not fancy wahala and would withdraw or distant himself from any palaver-inducing events. He was a man of integrity and wisdom. My late friend would not mortgage his integrity for money. The first job he had after his NYSC was with a private pharmacy in Ore. My late friend told me that in his first week in the pharmacy (the owner is an investor, not a Pharmacist) the owner was pointing to the shelves where original drugs were kept and at the same time showing him where fake drugs were stored.. Clement was a patient listener and when the man landed. He gave him an ultimatum: fake drugs out of this premises or I am out of your job. The owner thought it was a joke. He told clement that profit margin from fake drugs was higher . As the owner realised that he was unbending, he had to pack away all his fake stuffs and stored them outside the pharmacy store. Not quite a month after his row with Clement that armed policemen visited the pharmacy hunting for fake drugs. Imagine what could have happened if they had found one.
One thing I most admired about him was moderation in whatever he engages in. Socially, he would not dress to invite attention to himself and neither was he conscious of the other man that dressed elegantly by his side. He was always mindful of his business. He would not hurt anyone and always very contented with whatever he had.
I must add as well that we both shared a moment of madness during our university days. It was on 1st of October, The embassy used to donate money to the student union to celebrate the Independence Day so it was always a big party in Sofia in those days. I returned to the hostel in a drunken state and went straight to bed, but forgot to take off my key from the door. My friend - Late Clement also came back from the party fully drunk but unable to gain access the room. I did not how long he had been knocking on the door for but when I eventually opened, he lifted a chair and smashed it on me while lying down. Hence we exchanged blows that lasted 2- 3 mins as other colleagues heard the commotion and quickly came to our room to separate us. it all ended there and no subsequent ill-feelings from either side.
It was dejected that the last 16 years of his life had been marred with a chronic illness. He had been a victim of a road traffic accident in Nigeria, suffered fracture of the lower limbs and worst of all a head injury.. The latter has led to memory failure. I must express a great thanks to to his widow - Mrs Olatunde Ogunseyila. My other Bulgarian graduates join hands in praying to God to provide you and your children the strength to bear the loss.
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