I sat quietly with rapt attention as I listened to the eloquent oration of my foster father, the first Minister of Social Welfare in the first republic and one-time Apesin of Lagosthe chieftaincy title he upheld till his death. He was late Chief J.M. Johnsona name that had known the ocean and beheld the sea. If there are other ways to define a gentleman beyond the sphere of letters of the alphabet, that man was a-man-among-thousands, Chief JMJ, as he was fondly called, would have earned more appellations in diverse regards but for death.