I am writing this tribute reluctantly. In my Yoruba culture and, I guess, in most other cultures, the hope and prayer is that the young will mourn and bury the old, not the other way round. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always happen that way. Sometimes, the old have to bury and mourn the young. That is my sad lot with Kayode Tijani who passed away on Wednesday, 7 February 2024. He was 55, four years younger than me.
I was at his Janaza (Islamic funeral) at the Atan Cemetary in Yaba, Lagos the day after he died. After we did all the funeral rites and Kayode was committed to mother heart, the officiating Imams asked only me, amongst the whole crowd present, to say a word of prayer before the funeral was closed. I did.
I knew who nominated me for that role. It was Kayode’s siblings. They knew about the close relationship that I had with their brother and decided to give me that honour even when hordes of family members and elderly people more qualified than me were present. That decided it for me; I would have to write a tribute to Kayode. I felt at that moment that I owed it to him.
Aliu Oluwakayode Tijani was born 6 July 1968, into the Tijani family from Epe in Lagos State. He attended Ansar-ud-Deen Primary School and Ansar-ud-Deen College, both in Isolo, Lagos where the family lived. The Tijani’s are a renown Muslim family within the neighbourhood and devotees worshipped in the mosque built in their family compound. Kayode graduated from college in 1986 and proceeded to the Nigeria Institute of Journalism, NIJ, Lagos. He wanted to be a sports journalist.
The late Kayode Tijani