“The longer I worked with Kwame Adu, the more I despised him,” says Cameron Duodo in the exculsive story of his youth.
During the Second World War (1939-1945) many young men from Asiakwa, my home town, “ran away” to join the army. They didn’t actually “run away” to join the army. Because they would have been “caught” and taken into the army anyway, if they had not gone to join it “voluntarily”. What the British did was that they told the village chiefs that if they didn’t help the British to defeat Hitler, the Germans would over-run Ghana. And abolish chieftaincy in the country!
Still reminiscing on his love of cars, Mr Duodu writes: “One of my greatest regrets in life is not to have been able to go and present myself at Kukurantumi…driving my own sports car – a brand new, lily-white Renault Floride, with red leather seats.”
I have no idea where my love for motor vehicles came from. No one in my family had ever owned one. And those who owned one in my hometown made them inaccessible to those of us whom they considered to be paupers.
I love Lagos – truly! If you are a determined enough guy, you can enjoy life in the city. But you must know the ropes – and the best way to do that is by finding a good friend.
Music does wonders for the soul, that is why the music of Africa’s old masters should not be lost. They should be digitalised and made freely available.