Charly Boy Oputa’s touching note, titled : “Prayer Request for my Father, Justice C.A Oputa”

Charly Boy Oputa, wrote a touching memo about his ailing father, Justice Chukwudifu Oputa. Justice Oputa has been in critical condition for sometime now, and his son is very concerned about his health. Here’s the touching note Charly Boy shared:

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“Ever since I can remember, I have always admired my parents. Even in their  old age, I still see them holding hands every day. As a young lad in the early 50s, I saw dad and mum dance a lot, as if they were rehearsing  for a dance competition. They argued a lot and laughed a lot, I just  couldn’t tell anymore when they were quarrelling or playing. There was a lot of love in my family, for a long time, my folks were like two  teenagers in love, there was so much kissing between them that I came to accept that as a show of love and wanted to kiss every girl I fancied.  They loved to entertain, so we continuously had guest come over. I grew  up believing that every day was some ‘kinda’ celebration. Some of the  things that molded me were not only my father’s regimental training and  how he was always quick with the cane, but his love for my mum also had a great impart on me. This is the setting, the background of love I am  coming from, my pedigree, my rich heritage. It is my pride.
All the years I lived with my folks, I rebelled against everything, eating  on the table with my family, doing my homework when I should, doing my  chores in the house etc. I was a handful and oh, so troublesome. All my  siblings wanted to be in my dad’s good book, but I was the renegade. For some reason I always got into trouble, and my father would whip the  living daylight outta me. I concluded he was wicked, overbearing, hash  brash and insensitive. While I was still in elementary school, he would  make me memorize all of Shakespeare’s work, heavy flogging would follow  if I forgot my lines. Oh! The man was obnoxious or so I thought. Kai!  Because of him, I hated school till I left to America, he made learning  frightening. Every morning we would go to morning mass, you better be  ready, I had so much religion that I wanted to be a Priest. As Catholics I went regularly to confessions, catechism, I was even an altar boy.   He reminded me every blessed day of who I am and how I must protect the “OPUTA” name, a good name is better than gold, he would always say.   Our house was like the court room, he was the judge and jury, and I  never won a case. I was raised on an overdose of integrity, morality,  honesty and to always take responsibility for my fuckups. He ran our  home like a military barracks. Na wa. Even though I was such a big  rascal, those values became ingrained in my medulla.

When I started molding the character we all know as Charlyboy, he finally  blew a fuse. He was scandalized, and he warned me that nobody would  understand.  He said I was too outlandish, that I was ‘living’ way  before my time, as if I didn’t know that from the day I was born. He  wanted me to have a respectable job and a secured financial future, but  that wasn’t to be. That was when I decided I would never live under  anyone’s shadow, and the main reason I didn’t do Law like he would have  wanted. For the first 15yrs out of the 32yrs of being Charlyboy we  hardly talked to each other. I disliked my father; there was nothing I  did that was good enough for him. However I went my own way taking  charge of my life and doing my own thing without interference, but ever  so determined to succeed. But guess what, the more I got popular, the  more I did so many positive things with the youths, the more I was  secretly admired and amazingly respected for my tenacity, focus,  consistency, enhancing my environment, my never say die attitude and  above all my love and service to humanity. Since we made up some 25yrs  ago his respect for me has kept rising. The first time my father told me he was proud of me some 25yrs ago I almost fell off my seat; I didn’t  believe what I was hearing. Oh boy, those were the sweetest words my  father said to me, from then I never looked back. Sometimes, noble  fathers have noble children. Like I would always ask, can an apple fall  too far from its tree?
Over two and a half decades ago I have come to build such an unusual bond  with my father. Unusual because it is not often you see male children  taking care of their parents the way I take care of my parents. My  parents are like my babies, and I love them no be small, also I’m very  protective of them and care for them, it is one of my obligations that  has continued to make me feel ever so useful. For the past 9yrs my  parents have been living with me, I have learned to be patient. My  fathers famous quote still remains my best amongst the many I often  heard him say, “old age is a disease no doctor can cure”. Just so they  don’t get bored, we regularly plan events for them, we take them to  different shows, musicals, comedy shows, cinemas, parks. I even walk my  pops some evenings. I guess I am paying restitution for all my sins as a wayward teenager and all the heart aches I caused them (I don’t see it  as a task though), Kai! Dem see pepper for my hand sha, because I spoil  from belle.
My father taught me respect for self, to be a person of value, from him I  learnt how to work and stay devoted to my marriage. It has not been easy but I have managed for 37yrs. Mine won’t be different cause my father  has lived with my Mum who is still alive for over 65yrs, wow! He taught  me the art of contentment and to always be grateful. Many times I am  asked who my real heroes are, or those that inspire me, until 5yrs ago  it never dawned on me that besides all the other persons who may have  inspired me, like Baba Fela and co,  my dad has always been my number  one. When I think of my dad, I am thankful for how his guidance and  teachings enriched my life, he molded me well. Thank God.
You can imagine how I felt when he took ill, as he was hit by stroke. I  write this piece from his hospital bed, as I sit alone with my father  watching over him and praying that he recovers in time so we can still  have the kind of intellectual discussion we usually have most evenings  in my sitting room, as I sip my coke whilst he drinks his small stout.  Please join me in praying for his quick recovery, I know we live to die, but I wish God keeps him just a little bit longer so he does not only  see my great grand child in the next 4yrs, making him a centenarian plus I can show him more love. What is the point of all of this? All I’m  trying to say is this, no matter what you’ve done for yourself or for  humanity, if you can’t look back on having given love and attention to  your own family, what have you really accomplished? Think about it.”

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One Response to "Charly Boy Oputa’s touching note, titled : “Prayer Request for my Father, Justice C.A Oputa”"

  1. VANESS says:

    Very touching piece by area father,i never knew he was this emotional.

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