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Big shout out to Anthony Cardinal Okogie, Archbisop emeritus of Lagos on his 90th Birthday. His epic battles with unjust governments remain indelible in our consciousness and a marker for the courage that faith provides and obligation of shepherd to their flock.

A personal unforgettable moment from decades ago was of late Monsignor Osu ‘dragging’ me to Cardinal Okogie’s office and thearcbishop , smiling called me Amos, the prophet of social justice. What do you say when Amos calls you Amos. I had to study to know that prophet better

Today, I joined the congregation at Holy Cross Cathedral, Lagos Island to honor His Eminence, Anthony Cardinal Olubunmi Okogie.

We gathered to celebrate a rare triple milestone, his 90th birthday, his 60th priestly ordination anniversary and his 55th episcopal ordination anniversary.

Cardinal Okogie’s life of faith, service, and leadership has inspired generations and left a lasting impact on Lagos and beyond. Alongside family, friends, and well-wishers, I was happy to celebrate his remarkable legacy and wish him continued good health, peace and God’s abundant blessings.

Happy Triple Jubilee, Your Eminence.

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Most evenings, Father Anthony would stroll down to the fighting forces camp. Those residing there were absolutely prohibited from coming near the officers’ camp. Anthony would sit among st them and chat with them far into the night. At times they would sing and play games around bonfires. Sometimes he would buy them beer from his meager allowance. They loved him very much for that. Gradually he won their confidence and some nights he would get one or two of them to accompany him on walks around the streets.

From time to time Anthony would drive down to Diobu with the soldiers. They would visit orphanage camps, organize prayer sessions as well as present food items to the inmates. Some catholics amongst them also helped in arranging catechism classes for the war victims.

In no time, young Father Anthony had settled down to the harsh life of the military camp and accepted realities of the situation. His only anxious moments were whenever he had to accompany the troops to the warfront. The fact that he was well protected at the rear did not completely insulate him from danger.

Most mornings he had to report at the headquarters to the Chief of Staff – Col. Godwin Ally. One day however, Anthony ran into the GOC – the BLACK SCORPION, Brigadier Adekunle himself, who asked “What is that man doing there? Ask him to report at 18 Battalion”. Later, Anthony gathered from a military orderly that 18 Battalion was in the heart of the military offensive. The orderly warned him “Oga, don’t go, that place fire dey o!” but Anthony knew that he had to go.

Very early the following morning, about 5:00 am, Anthony joined the troops to the warfront. There he was able to observe the difference in fire power between the Federal troops and the Biafrans. While the Biafran gunshots sounded like toys to him, the Federal troops' firepower reverberated throughout the entire neighbourhood. from the sound of the guns you could know the position of the opposing troops.

Anthony's duty was to minister to all the casualties at the warfront. one strange thing that he experienced at the front and which he reported to the Chief of Staff was the case of two soldiers who were very good friends. one got fatally injured and surprisingly, all his friend did was to search his pockets, remove everything therein and take off. Anthony witnessed this on about two or three occasions and just couldn’t understand. When he reported this to Ally, he simply replied that there was nothing unusual in this. “Sir, I don’t think it is charitable”, Anthony said.

“What? You talk about charity here? If an enemy caught up with our wounded men, they would still be shot to ascertain they are dead before removing all they have on them and whatever ammunition found on them would still be used on us. You don’t discuss charity. This is war”. “Sorry sir”, Anthony said. After this, he learnt to keep his mouth shut. Understandably, all is fair in war!

On Sundays Anthony would offer Mass for the troops, at the end of which he would listen to their complaints – both personal and professional. It was generally believed among the fighting forces that he could intercede on their behalf with the authorities. This he did whenever he could.

Father Anthony also made himself available to take the soldiers confessions. At the warfront however, confession was heard at the oddest locations, and a lot of times, while in motion. Wherever the soldiers caught up with him, they just stopped and shouted “Father, Father, confession.” Before he was ready, they would recount their transgressions and speed off, not even bothering to wait for absolution. He always sent this after them.

One day he had gone to the market to pick up a few things for the camp. He came upon a pretty lady struggling with a broken down vehicle. Then as he made to get into his jeep, a soldier dashed over to him and said the lady had ordered him to surrender the vehicle.

“Which madam? Your madam?” Anthony asked, suspecting that the lady was a girlfriend of one of the top war commanders.

“No, Oga’s madam”, the soldier replied.

“If you don’t get out of my sight…” Anthony shouted like a senior officer, “I will deal with you and your madam!” The soldier retreated like a frightened rabbit. Before the soldier could get back to the lady, Anthony jumped into the jeep and ordered the driver to race off.

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One Christmas eve, a short truce was declared and Roy Chicago and his band were brought in to entertain the troops. At the height of the entertainment, Brigadier Benjamin Adekunle took the microphone. He certainly was in one of his light moods as he addressed the troops.

“Now, this war, if all goes well, will end before January 1st!”

All the soldiers shouted “HURRAH!”

“Don’t annoy me now”, Adekunle said. “What are you shouting hurrah for?” Then he digressed and said “I can see some people are just sitting bone to bone and I don’t like that. I want you to sit ‘bone to flesh’. Anytime Brigadier Adekunle made such remarks, the drums would roll to cheer him. as if this was not enough, he decided to go on inspection to fish out any soldier sitting’bone to bone’.

For fear of running foul of the Black Scorpion’s orders, Anthony got up quietly slid beside a lady and so did everybody else. But the Black Scorpion had not finished with him. he took the microphone again and announced – “Now I want the gentleman and lady that I will call out to come and open the floor – The Roman Catholic Chaplain from Lagos”. Anthony almost fainted, but Brigadier Adekunle, sensing his great discomfort, quickly summoned about six couples to join him and this provided Anthony the opportunity to sneak out and go into hiding. Soon, the merry making was over and it was back to business.

At about 4:00am that morning, the bugle sounded, signaling the end of the truce. Anthony walked up to the Chief of Staff and reminded him that he had just eight days left in the camp. Col. Ally threatened that he wasn’t going back, but instead will be commissioned into the army as an officer. Anthony didn’t argue.

In his free moments, Anthony would visit Commander Alfred Diette Spif, the then Governor of Rivers State. The governor, being a catholic, found a lot of solace in his religious discussions with Father Anthony. Governor Dietter Spiff was not known to be too friendly with Brigadier Benjamin Adekunle.

Eventually, his last day at the warfront arrived and he submitted his discharge papers. After the usual formalities, he was released and driven straight to the airstrip. That very day, Brigadier Adekunle was also on his way to Lagos for consultations. On arrival at the airstrip, true to character, he ordered everybody out of the aircraft, including even the military governor of the state - Diette Spiff. He announced that he intended to fly to Lagos alone in the aircraft.

On sighting Governor Spiff, Adekunle walked to him and in apparent ridicule blurted out: "So you want to travel with me, Governor? Governor my foot! You know without me here you're as good as dead". After thoroughly enjoying himself, he allowed everybody on the aircraft.

Just before the aircraft took off, Brigadier Adekunle asked: "Where is the Roman Catholic Chaplain? You must sit with me here". So Anthony sat beside the Black Scorpion.

"What would you like to drink?" He asked. Anthony replied "soft drink".

They served Adekunle beer and meat and he joked, "Before I drink my beer, I want Father to make it holy. After all, Jesus turned water into wine. If you cannot do this, it means you are fake". Sensing the mockery in his voice, Anthony refused to bless the beer and Brigadier Adekunle, noticing Anthony's reluctance, said "Well, if you don't bless it, it is blessed".

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On their arrival in Lagos, Governor Diette Spiff drove Anthony back to the Holy Cross Catholic Mission. At last he was back to peace and sanity. The warfront experience remains ever fresh in Father Anthony's memory.

All considered, Anthony felt that the experiences at the warfront were very valuable. It re-equipped him both emotionally and psychologically and memories of wounded and dead soldiers always brought back flashes of the graveyard experience his father put him through during childhood. Both events had the effect of preparing him for the unknown life ahead of him.

Back in Lagos, Anthony noticed that his attitude to life had changed tremendously. For one, he observed that his voice had assumed a much higher pitch. He now shouted. The short military life had obviously rubbed off on him. He now enjoyed shouting orders. His immediate boss, Father Moran, who was then the administrator of the Holy Cross Cathedral, had to remind him often times that he had left the warfront and that he didn't have to shout that much anymore. What was more, he even walked differently from his pre-military service period. Now he marched rather than walk. Even his table manners became less formal. But with time, Anthony had to return to his priestly "civillian days".

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Culled from "Archbishop Olubunmi Okogie: Devil or Saint" by Sir Steve Omojafor (STB & Associates, 1992).

In a twist of fate, Anthony Cardinal Okogie became Monsignor (Col) Pedro Martins' boss.

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Now, the major detour (before I post about the legal luminaries). Lots of famous people in this story.

Anthony Okogie (the future Anthony Cardinal Okogie, Catholic Archbishop of Lagos) had just become a priest. He then went to the Vatican University. On the ship back to Nigeria after finishing university he heard (on the radio) about the crisis that was to become the Nigerian Civil War.

In this story you'll read about his experience at the warfront and interactions with some of the most famous actors in the conflict.

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[size=14pt]March to the war front.[/size]

It was during Rev. Father Moran’s era that Anthony met Monsignor Pedro Martins, his former teacher at St Gregory’s College, who had now been seconded into the Nigerian Army.

Monsignor Martins, accompanied by a gun carrying orderly, had burst into Anthony’s little office at the Holy Cross Cathedral Mission and said to him…”What are you doing here wasting your time and your youth? You should come into the army and make yourself more useful”. Anthony was rather shocked and just replied, “Monsignor I am not cut out to be a soldier, but if you insist, tell my boss”. Monsignor Martins was furious and shouted back at him…”Shut up! What do you mean by boss; who is your boss?”

A few weeks later Anthony was summoned by the Papal Delegate in Nigeria and given the marching orders armed with only £50.00 to report at the warfront; to serve in the 3rd Marine Command under Brigadier Benjamin Adekunle (The Black Scorpion). Anthony, confused and petrified, rushed back to report to the Archbishop; but the Archbishop whom Anthony had hoped would be his saving grace just replied: “Is that so? Then you must prepare to go to the warfront. The people there are human beings like you”. For once, Anthony felt his God had forsaken him and for the first time almost regretted his decision to become a priest.

When Anthony broke the news to his mother, she burst into tears. If she had her way, she would not allow her son to go to the warfront. She was not the only one who shared this strong view however. Even his friends, fellow priests and his parishioners advised him to refuse to be “drafted” to the army. Anyway, Anthony’s mind was made up to take the challenge if that was God’s wish.

Having received the Archbishop’s blessings, he packed up his suitcase, including his “Mass Box” and phoned up Monsignor Martins for further instructions. Anthony had just begun to speak when, Monsignor Martins bellowed:”Are you still there?” As if Anthony was already part of the army. “I don’t know where to go”, Anthony replied. “Report to Tamado Barracks”, Monsignor Martins told him and before Anthony could utter another word, he banged the phone.

Anthony did not even know where Tamado Barracks was located. He decided to brave it and so, asked a driver to take him to Apapa. When he got there he dismissed the driver. No sooner had the driver driven off than Anthony came face to face with some security men who halted him to search his belongings. Anthony was casually attired in shirt and trousers and not in his priestly robe as he had earlier been advised. He was treated as a trespasser. He was subjected to the most humiliating search with his personal belongings scattered all over the ground with the bayonet of their guns.

When the security men finally finished with him and allowed him into the barracks, Anthony went in search of Monsignor Pedro Martins. After some moments of wandering around, Anthony summoned the courage to enquire from a stern-looking soldier. At the mention of Colonel Martins, the soldier’s facial expression changed to that of fear and uncertainty. After a moment of sizing him up, the soldier enquired what business Anthony had with the Colonel. Anthony explained that he was a priest being drafted into the army.

The soldier relaxed and took him to where he could see Colonel Pedro Martins, who unfortunately was at a meeting. Anthony had to wait. After a long while, he was ushered into House Number Seven on Point Road Apapa – the official residence of Lt Col (Monsignor) Pedro Martins – the Army Chaplain. On coming face-to-face with Pedro Martins, Father Anthony was not quite sure what their new relationship was going to be. He attempted a simple greeting and Monsignor Martins barked at him. “Oh yes Father Anthony, the first lesson you learn here is to respond ‘Yes Sir’ to every instruction you are given, okay?”

There was no equality here and there was no time for rubbish.

Came next question – “Have you eaten?” “No Monsignor”, Father Anthony replied. “You see?” Monsignor Martins exploded, “I said ‘Yes Sir’ to every question, right or wrong”. Anthony quickly replied “Yes Sir” even though he hadn’t had a bite all day. Monsignor Martins asked his steward to prepare a meal for Anthony.

In a more cordial tone, he asked “Have you said mass?” Father Anthony replied “yes Monsignor” and Monsignor Martins flared up again “You this boy, you will never learn. For the last time, you say ‘Yes sir at all times”.

This he repeated three times, banging his swagger stick on the center table. Anthony was visibly shaken as he repeated “Yes sir” three times. Under normal circumstances and outside this sort of military setting, Anthony would never say “Yes sir” to anybody.

For the first time since he came into Monsignor Martins’ sitting room, he was offered a seat and invited to take breakfast. Anthony moved to the table and poured himself a cup of tea. Just as he was about to take the first sip, Monsignor Martins stopped him. “When you go with the soldiers to the battle field, you will have to learn how to crawl on your chest. Do you know how crocodiles move?”

Father Anthony said “No Monsignor”. Monsignor Martins made as if to hit him on the face, so Anthony quickly corrected himself “Yes sir”.

Monsignor Martins said “Haven’t you got ears?” Then he went down on his tummy and crawled like a crocodile. He got up and said “Now do the same”. Anthony tried it and Monsignor Martins said “Now you can have your meal”.

But just as he was about setting the fork in his mouth, Monsignor Martins came up again. “Now, one more thing – the frog jump. Anytime you see the boys do it, do just that, otherwise don’t blame me or anybody for whatever happens to you”. Then he handed Anthony a big brown envelope which he advised him to give to his commanding officer at the warfront. “This is your life, this is your life, I repeat, this is your life”. And to his orderly, he shouted “Now Major, take him away!”

Anthony was dumbfounded. He took a look at the dinning table and at the Monsignor, but the Monsignor ordered “Come on, keep moving!”

Father Anthony wanted to explain to Monsignor that he had not even tasted his food, but as he attempted to complain, Monsignor Martins screamed “shut up!” In this place, there is nothing like Monsignor or Reverend Father. All you must learn to say is “yes sir” and with that, he dismissed Anthony who still couldn’t get over the shock of being invited to breakfast and not being allowed a bite.

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But he knew he had to leave there and then, if even with an empty stomach. From then on, Anthony learnt to obey instructions and prepared to move to the theatre of war. The trip was by boat, M.V Azikiwe and his destination - Port Harcourt.

When he boarded the boat, Anthony found a large crowd, even university students on vacation. They all looked hungry and angry, especially the sailors. One soldier collected Anthony’s suitcase rather curtly and dumped it in a corner. Father Anthony was angered by this careless attitude and he screamed at the soldier “why did you dump my luggage just like that?” The soldier, not being sure of who Father Anthony was, as he was in mufti, cautiously replied “where else can I put it sir? The whole place is full sir”.

Anthony seized this opportunity to establish his authority and ordered the soldier to “shut up”. “Where’s my cabin?” He asked. When he saw how quickly the soldier jumped at this command, it dawned on the young priest that he was joking with his life ordering an army officer around. For the first time he wondered what would happen when the soldier found out who he really was. At this stage, fear gripped him and he prayed “Jesus help me, Mary save me!” Though scared, Anthony had however learnt something new about soldiers – they would obey you only if you shouted or screamed at them. With this in mind he decided to try his luck again at lunch time.

Again, he picked on the same soldier he had an encounter with earlier in the morning and asked him “where is my lunch?” “I don’t know sir” replied the soldier. “What do you mean you don’t know, can’t you go and ask one of the sailors?” The soldier scurried off and came back to report that the sailors had refused to attend to him. Father Anthony began to treat the soldier gently and decided to make a friend of him. so he asked him “Aren’t you a Yoruba man?” And he spoke Yoruba to him. The soldier immediately felt at ease. He told Father Anthony how much suffering the soldiers had to go through. “You are an officer sir, you will be treated well, but us, even water we would not get”, he lamented, still convinced he was speaking to a senior officer.

Anthony spoke to the next sailor that came his way. “Excuse me sir”, “Yes?” the man replied. “When is lunch?” The sailor took a hard look at him wondering whom he was, asking such a stupid question. But Father Anthony persisted. “Where is the dinning room?” The sailor mellowed down and gave him directions. Anthony went as directed and finally found the dining hall but alas it was empty. Not a single soul. Was he too early? He stood wondering for a while and eventually decided to take a table near the entrance, so he could get out quickly if it became necessary.

He was thus the first to be served but he hardly commenced eating when officers in sparkling and well-ironed uniforms started filing in. Father Anthony was the only one in mufti and without being told, he knew he was in the wrong place. One of the officers noticed and took a long look at him. Anthony immediately sprang to his feet, made to dash through the door, but changed his mind. He observed the officers making signals and whispering among themselves. All eyes were on him, but nobody said a word. He summoned up courage and sat down again to finish his food quietly, while watching the officers depart one after the other with the corner of his eyes.

Fther Anthony waited for all of them to depart. He seized this opportunity to stuff all his pockets with left over bread and meat. These he parceled to his new found soldier friend who devoured them like a caged hungry lion. Father Anthony was full of sympathy for him and his type. For the first time he was coming in contact with real hardship military style.

Having accomplished his first mission – filling his stomach, he decided to go in search of a drink. He headed straight for the kitchen where he met a cook who sized him up and asked what his business was there. “Water” Anthony quickly replied, when in actual fact he was dying for a cup of tea. The cook told him that the kitchen was a forbidden zone. He was advised to go for water where his mates got drinking water.

Anthony who could never believe himself being denied water now began to see life outside the protection of the mission compound and began to dread what lay ahead of him on this journey. He tried another line on the difficult cook. “Look my friend”, he said, “we are all the same. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. This is war time you know!” The cook looked at him again and said “Alright, don’t lecture me, just take water and go” . so Anthony grabbed a bottle and disappeared without bothering to take a drinking glass with him.

In the evening, Father Anthony attempted to return the bottle and maybe grab another one. On his way to the kitchen however, he ran into the captain of the ship for the first time. He certainly wouldn’t have recognized him, but for his uniform and the way the boys addressed him.

“What the hell are you doing here, your place is on the deck!” The captain said:
Father Anthony stammered “I’ve only come to return this bottle sir.”
“What bottle/ who gave you that bottle anyway?” Anthony was afraid to disclose who had given him the bottle. Instead he just turned around and left without one word. The next morning, he decided to try his luck again with the bottle. He was able to make it to the kitchen this time. He wanted a real drink, so instead of asking the cook for water, this time he asked for tea. To Anthony’s surprise, the cook gave him a mug of tea which he drank with relish.

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Finally, they arrived Port Harcourt and a driver took him to a military camp. The driver dropped him off at the entrance and drove of without a word. Two soldiers he attempted talking to just refused to utter a word. He decided to wander around on his own. Around him were men and women in smart khaki uniforms walking about briskly. Then he saw the danger sign hanging in the door of an office on which was boldly written in white and red “ENTER UNDER PAIN OF DEATH”.

Beside the door was stationed a well fed monkey jumping from one end to the other. Anthony kept all his sense at alert, watching every movement suspiciously. He observed that everyone passing by the door all looked straight on, not daring to look towards the door. Anthony thought this was rather queer, but decided to walk up to the military policeman stationed by the door. The policeman ignored him so he turned to another gun-carrying soldier nearby who did not even blink an eyelid. At one end of the compound, however, Anthony noticed heaps of locally made weapons which must have been recovered from rebel troops.

Finally however, Father Anthony was able to gain entrance into what looked from the outside as the House of Death. Seated in a large office was a Military Colonel by name Godwin Ally, who turned out to be the Chief of Staff at the camp. Father Anthony now stood before Col. Ally clutching the big brown envelope that Monsignor Pedro Martins had given him

“Yes, what can I do for you”, the Chief of Staff asked. “Good afternoon sir, I’m from Lagos”, Father Anthony replied.

“Yes, I know you’re from Lagos, but who are you?” Col. Ally asked again. Anthony handed him the big brown envelope. Col. Ally quickly ripped it open and brought out a tiny piece of paper, about 2”x2” in size. Anthony was surprised. He would not believe that that was all he had been carrying like a treasure in the big brown envelope all the way from Lagos.

“Oh, you’re the Roman Catholic Chaplain from Lagos”, the Chief of Staff asked. “How is Martins?” “He’s well sir.” Anthony replied. Then Col Ally brought out from underneath his large table his beer mug and sipped the content, looked at Father Anthony, twirled his whiskers and smiled.

Father Anthony seized the opportunity to quickly look around this big room that served as office. There were heavy blood stains all over the walls and on one side of the room hung the map indicating the war zone. Anthony ran his eyes from the wall up to the ceiling. The roof was half blown off, it was a sorrowful sight. All of a sudden, Col. Ally jumped off his chair and ordered Father Anthony to stand up. Anthony sprang up with his back to the door, while Col. Ally stood facing it. from the look on his face, Father Anthony guessed that a superior officer must be at the door.

Just then a voice rang out – “who is that man”?
The Roman Catholic Chaplain from Lagos Sir” Col. Ally replied.
“What is he doing here”.
“He was sent by Col. Pedro Martins Sir”.
“Tell him Jesus Christ died long ago”, the mystery voice said again and disappeared. Col. Ally relaxed, sat down, got out his mug again and took a long sip.

The Chief of Staff sent for the Protestant Chaplain, a major and introduced Father Anthony to him. “Oh, it’s the Priest from Lagos?” The major said.

“Precisely so and now, I hand him over to you, show him everything there is to see, tell him what to do and how to behave”, the Chief of Staff concluded.

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When they were alone outside, Father Anthony intimated the major that he had been briefed that his duty was to cater for the spiritual well-being of the troops.

“How about a car?” Father Anthony asked.

“Car? Did I hear you say car? Well my dear friend, you have to commandeer your own vehicle”, the major replied.

“But how can I go on the street and seize a car just like that?” Anthony protested.

"Well you will learn, nobody will teach you.” And that was all the reply the major volunteered. Meanwhile Col. Ally passing by picked a bit of their conversation and asked the major why he would not apply to the General Officer Commanding for a car for the priest. The major replied that he had earlier done so and that the GOC’s response was that when Jesus Christ was alive, he never rode a car.

Father Anthony asked if he could take a ride in the major’s car. “Why not?” the major replied – “you’re now one of us, you are stuck here, there’s no escape.”

When they entered onto the car, Father Anthony told the man that if he had his way he would tell the GOC that true, Jesus Christ never rode a car, but that there was none in his time and that even then, Jesus rode on one of the best means of transportation available, a well-bred donkey! At least he rode into Jerusalem on one. . .

“Do you think you can face the GOC and say that?” The major asked him.

“If need be, why not?” Father Anthony replied.

“That’s the life of a Catholic priest” the Chief of Staff who was riding in the same car with them remarked. “You see how they reason?”

Then he turned and faced the Major from the back of the car. “You people attend the seminary for three or four months, you come out and say you’re priests. Look my friend, I’m a catholic, you hear that?”

This disclosure that Col. Ally was a catholic brought unimaginable relief to Father Anthony, who now believed he had a friend. At this point, the Chief of Staff dismissed the major and drew Father Anthony nearer.

“Now Father, listen . . . . to make life easier for you, I will release my personal military jeep and driver for your use everyday. You are entitled to one soldier and two orderlies to guard you anywhere and anytime.” Then he summoned a military police officer to show Father Anthony to the vehicle.

Anthony was asked to be taken to Shell Quarters and the bloody sight he found was better imagined than believed.

His impulse on getting to Port-Harcourt was to sneak around and asses the extent of damage around the town. About an hour and a half later, the Chief of Staff came in search of Father Anthony. To his dismay, the young priest was nowhere to be found. So he sent a search party after him.

When Anthony finally showed up, he asked him where he had been and Anthony merely replied – “surveying”.

The Chief of Staff looked at him in shocked disbelief – “I hope you realize where you are and what’s happening around you. I hope you don’t get yourself surveyed pretty soon.”, he said. He took Anthony to his house and gave him a drink while he had his cold beer. “If there is anything you want, feel free to ask, but don’t over-reach yourself. If you go against orders, I’ll deal with you ruthlessly. Don’t forget you are now one of us”.

That was how Father Anthony commenced his military life at the soldiers’ camp.

In 1950, Anthony returned to Holy Cross for his primary five. This time around, the atmosphere was more sober as all the boys were busy preparing for entrance examinations into Secondary Schools

Anthony sat for the examination too and after each paper he would compare notes with other boys At the end of the examinations, Anthony
felt he performed very badly and was therefore pleasantly surprised to receive a letter inviting him for an interview at St. Gregory's College,
Obalende. Surprised and yet pleased, Anthony knew that this was the big opportunity he had been looking for. He had to prove to his father that he was a clever kid. He was in primary five and if he was finally admitted into St. Gregory's College he would have gained one year by skipping primary six. He really had to prove a point.

On the morning of the interview, Anthony was over come with fear of what students said about Rev. Father T. J. Moran and Mr. Ekpeti, two members of the three-man interview panel. However. the first set to face the panel came out to report that Rev. Father Moran's questions were the easiest. "If you are fortunate to face Rev. Father Moran, you are in, but if he knows your parents, you're finished" they all said. The interview was basically oral English and fortunately for Anthony, Rev. Father Moran was his interviewer.

As soon as Anthony was seated, Father Moran, fired the first question -

"What is your Name?"
"Anthony" the young applicant replied.
"Can't you make a complete sentence?" Rev. Father Moran queried.
Anthony replied, "My name is Anthony Okogie" "What is your hobby?'
"Football sir"
"Left or right?"
'Right sir."
"Oh you're no use, you're no use, you can go".
And so the interview ended. Anthony was shocked and as soon as he left the room, he burst into tears and kept asking himself where he had gone wrong. But to his surprise, he received a letter admitting him into St. Gregory's College.

At St. Gregory's College, he soon noticed that the boarders lived like lords and often looked down on the day-students. He couldn't really
understand this, since as far as everybody knew, the day students were more brilliant. For this reason, the day students refused to pay any attention to the superior airs the boarders put on. In fact, the boarders needed the day students in several ways. For instance, it was common- place for boarders to beg day students for the replenishment of their food stuff.The day students normally obliged, not because of any inferior feeling, but because of the occasional tips from some of the rich boarders.

Free from parental control, the boarders played a lot of pranks in the classroom as well, and because of this, the dav students usually tried to out-wit them. For instance, when boarders received love letters from their girlfriends they would place such letters in their exercise books and pass them around their fellow boarders to read. The boarders would then laugh and-giggle while class went on

Soon, the day students discovered their trick and decided to have it back on them.

Most of the girls the boarders dated were Queens College and Holy Child College day students, and the day-students ran the mails for them. Once a day student knew whom a particular boarder was dating, any time he met the girl, he would tell her that the boarder said to say hello, whether he was sent or not. The girl would say something like-Oh so you know him", and from there, the day student would play fast and lecture the girl about the disadvantages of dating a boarder.

Often times, they would say "Look, he's in the boarding house, you can't see him and he can't come out; why are you wasting your time, why not try me? At least I'm on this street virtually everyday". And from there, he might succeed in snatching the girl from the boarder. On getting to the school, the day student would then lie to the boarder that he saw his girlfriend and she asked to be sent some money. Unsuspectingly, the boy would send some money through the same day student, and the day student would spend the money!

Another disadvantage suffered by the boarders was that they were barred from purchasing meals during lunch break. So, many of them would ask day students to help them buy food and take it across to some safe spots. This was to escape detection by the vigilant teachers and Rev. Fathers. They particularly dreaded Mr. Ekpeti, the mathematics tutor,and Pa Eko the scripture tutor who was fond of sentences, like "I am taking the place of your father, and you have to know your scriptures, if you don't know it, you're in trouble". The students nick-named him "PATER NOSTER" meaning "Our Father."

As for Rev. Father Moran, the students soon realised that he was greatly in love with football. In 1953, a new boy by name Michael Enahoro was admitted`into St. Gregory's College as a boarder. One day, as the young boy played football with his mates on the field, Father Moran who had been standing around reading noticed that Michael was playing with his left foot. So, he called out to him "Here, here". All the boys were scared stiff. They all thought he was in some big trouble. Michael timidly walked up to him and stood staring at Father Moran who said "Henceforth, you must always use your left foot, no more right, no more right." Michael nodded and walked proudly away. Michael Enahoro soon made the school team.

At the tender age of three, Anthony got registered at St Mary's Private School, Broad Street. Just like every normal child of his age, he resented the idea of being woken up, washed and dragged to school every morning. He would rather wake up at his own convenience and do nothing all day but play around the neighbourhood and eat ravenously


Little Anthony had great appetite for food. Infact, in his first two years at school, Anthony never stopped crying for food, so much so that the nannies who made it a habit to pinch from the pupil's rations never found things easy with him. He would shout and scream if his ration was ever shortened; and he always incurred the wrath of the nannies. The louder he cried, the more beating he received. However, the revered matrons of the school usuallv came to his rescue

Despite these minor problems he encountered with the nannies at school, Anthony still managed to be his usual cheerful and lively self at home. He particularly enjoyed mock marriage games with kids of his age roup. This involved an appointed male kid being bethroted to an appointed female kid and both playing mother's and father's roles in the home, but always under the watchful eyes of adults. In most cases, it was the adults who initiated the mock marriage.
Anthony also enjoyed mimicking white priests in the way they said Mass. He also joked with Latin verses and administered mock Sacrament of the Eucharist to his peers. Back then, little did he know that the real thing was to come.

Well, first of all I would point out that in many societies, say Latin America where you have many of the 'Banana Republics' like Nicaragua under Samoza - at one time, there seemed to be a tradition of Roman Catholic priests, in particular, who took very positive stands on behalf of that voiceless flock

On the other hand, you also had the kind of situation in Cuba under Batista where many of the Roman Catholic priests actually supported the Batista.

Only later did some really progressive priests begin to preach against the excesses like the American take-over of the soul of the island and the spread of decadent values. Over the last few decades, priests have been known to take up arms to fight all forms of injustice. During the Spanish Civil War, for instance, a number of priests not only took a very progressive position against the fascism of General Franco, some actually lost their lives in the crisis.

So, I see Dr Okogie as belonging to this tradition - the tradition of the progressive phase of religion and priesthood. I tend to see him very straight forwardly in the position of the progressive phase priest and his position on very many issues has certainly contributed to checking the excesses of government and those in power - those who make policies and those who execute policies on behalf of the downtrodden. Understandably, between the privileged and underprivileged you find lines of divisions cutting across either tribal, religious or ethnic.

So you have a situation in our kind of society where Archbishop Okogie can be easily criticised, sometimes easily misunderstood because he sees his role as protecting the voiceless among whom are Nigerians completely marginalised by certain policy decisions of government.

Archbishop Okogie obviously has been a force towards redressing a lot of imbalances and injustices within the society and this has been very crucial for the security and stability of the country. No section of any society should ever be made to feel marginalised or underprivileged.

One section of our society is undoubtedly profiting from what seems to be the tolerant secularist approach of people like myself towards education and towards society. But thank goodness for the outspokeness of people like Dr. Okogie.

I consider him, all in all, a very courageous man who has his own faults, like myself. Sometimes he tends to shoot from the hip.

I see the Catholic Archbishop of Lagos, Dr. Anthony Olubunmi Okogie, as a radical priest.

In his own little way and in his own style he has contributed substantially towards the advancement of the Catholic Church and Christianity in general. He has been a loud critic of what he considers to be public immorality, thus helping to raise the moral standing of our society.

He is certainly not my idea of an extremist, neither do I think that he is reactionary, although he may, as he should be, a conservative as his calling demands. If there is one thing I must say for the reverend gentleman, it is that he endeavours to speak for the country's voiceless and ever so ready to die for his beliefs.

Archbishop Okogie and myself have had a long-standing disagreement on the role of the government on the provision and control of schools and it is a very strong policy issue.

I have no regrets whatsoever for the decisions I took on the take-over of schools as Governor of Lagos State and nothing has happened to make me shift my position. On the contrary, all that has happened has only justified and strengthened my position.

Is the Archbishop a Devil or a Saint? The Archbishop is not a Devil and I am not competent to pronounce him a Saint.

I think that those who refer to Archbishop Okogie as a sacred cow don't know what they are talking about. The man is simply down to earth. I have read about him, I have read his speeches, I have read his writings. The more I read about him, the more respect I have for him. The only gulf of separation between Archbishop Okogie and myself is Roman Catholicism.

We are both good citizens. I have great respect for him and he has for me too. The relationship got a bit soured not through anybody's fault, but by the law court. I could vote for him as President of Nigeria. I cannot judge him on Catholic standards. I like him for his uprightness. Here for instance is one area we differ: Catholics believe that only parents own their children; the church is the center of their world. But they forget that the child belongs first to the state and then the parents.

Religion is the greatest problem of this country and you should go and read my last article published in "The Guardian" of 3rd September, 1991, titled "Poverty of Religion". The only business that has succeeded in this country in the last thirty years is religion. I spoke in 1954 and 1984 prophesying that a lot of the other churches and denominations would have died - disintegrated by now and that the only sect that would stand firm, up till the last days of the world will be Roman Catholicism. But I found myself proved absolutely wrong.

The church is probably the most viable and most successful industry in Nigeria today. It is a well-paying business and that explains its fast rate of growth in Nigeria today. Nigerians can die for religion but care very little for education. They say that religion guarantees salvation, but salvation from what? Meanwhile the hot rivalry between the Islamic and Christian religions continue.

If I were a Christian I would say that Okogie has contributed towards Catholicism. I know he prays. But I never see him, in my mind, on his knees, but on the battlefield!

The fear of God, I was told, is the beginning of wisdom. Education without religion, I was also told, is like a cup of tea without sugar. I have tasted it (education without religion) and it tastes real great! But when I say this I am laughed and scorned at.

Man is a weak breed. He wants to thread the easiest path. People wonder how I could stand against the world. It boils down to the fact that most people are timid. They are so unsure of their faith and they are easily coerced religiously. People who can develop a mind of their own don't need religion. In the dark you need light, but when you are in the light you don't need any more light.

My first reaction at beholding the title of this book was that of bewilderment. The Archbishop - as Saint or Devil?

It however, did spur me to go through the manuscript and attempt to form my own conclusions.

Essentially, the author, Steve Omojafor, has succeeded in digging into the life and times of Archbishop Anthony Olubunmi Okogieband exposing the human behind the man himself. From Dr. Macaulay's little maternity clinic on Old Victoria Street in Lagos Island, the reader is taken through the archbishop's formative years - primary, secondary, minor and major seminaries uptill his "draft" to Rome.

As Archbishop of the Metropolitan See of Lagos, Anthony Okogie oversees the spiritual well-being of millions of Roman Catholics spread over Lagos, Oyo, Osun, Ogun, Edo and Delta States. But his concern goes beyond just Catholics. He has continuously led a crusade against the ills and injustices of the society. He has continuously fought for both the defenceless and the voiceless and the war continues as the author himself asserts.

As a fellow Gregorian, I have watched and followed carefully his meteoric rise in the priesthood and his immense stature in the educational and religious development of the country. Along the line he has made powerful friends as well as powerful enemies and remains probably the most controversial Nigerian clergyman of our time.

The comments of two notable Nigerians - President Ibrahim Babangida himself who described Anthony Okogie as "a leader who can easily go through an X-ray and come out clean and clear" and Alhaji Lateef Jakande who remarked: "In his own little way and in his own style, Okogie has contributed substantially towards the advancement of the Catholic Church and Christianity in general", leave no one in doubt that the Archbishop is making considerable impact in the governance of the country.

He certainly knows his flock and his flock know him.

The Archbishop is a soldier who fights his numerous wars, not with guns, but by words of mouth and by living an exemplary life. By his words and actions he has undoubtedly succeeded in touching the hearts of millions of Nigerians - old and young, rich and poor, Christians and non-Christians.

Saint or Devil? I pass that on to you the readers.

Born in Lagos, Nigeria, Okogie was born to a royal family of Uromi in Edo State. His parents were Prince Michael Okojie - who was himself a son of King Ogbidi Okojie of Uromi - and Lucy Adunni Okojie (née Afolabi). His father was Esan and his mother was Yoruba. Okogie was ordained priest on 11 December 1966. He holds a licentiate in sacred theology, and had planned to study in Rome, but was called to Nigeria where he was a curate at the Holy Cross Cathedral. He was drafted into the Nigerian Army, and served there as a chaplain. After another period of service at Holy Cross Cathedral, he was an instructor at King's College.

In 1971, he was consecrated Titular Bishop of Mascula and Auxiliary of Oyo, and in 1973 named archbishop. As archbishop, Okogie was president of the Christian Association of Nigeria, and from 1994 to 2000 headed the Bishops' Conference of Nigeria.

Cardinal Okogie volunteered to die in place of a Muslim woman who had been condemned to death by stoning by an Islamic court for adultery.

He was proclaimed Cardinal by Pope John Paul II in the consistory of 21 October 2003, and holds the title of Cardinal Priest of Santa Maria del Monte Carmelo a Mostacciano (or in English Blessed Virgin Mary of Mt. Carmel of Mostacciano). During his cardinalate, Okogie was one of the cardinal electors who participated in the 2005 papal conclave that selected Pope Benedict XVI. Cardinal Okogie was also one of the cardinal electors who participated in the 2013 papal conclave that elected Pope Francis. During the opening day of the 2013 conclave, Cardinal Okogie was notable in that he was the one cardinal who was in a wheelchair during most of the proceedings, standing up only when it came time for him to walk towards the gospels and make the cardinal electors' oath. During the procession and entry into the conclave, Cardinal Okogie was the one cardinal from the Latin church who did not wear the mozzetta.

His resignation from the pastoral governance of the see of Lagos because of having reached the age limit of 75 years was accepted on 25 May 2012.

Anthony Olubunmi Okogie was born in Lagos on June 16th, 1936 to Prince Michael Okogie, an Ishan father and Lucy, Adunni Okogie (Nee Afolabi), a Yoruba mother, both Catholics.

Education

He began nursery school at the age of 3 when he attended St Mary's Private School, Lagos.

He had his primary school education at Holy Cross Cathedral School. His father was transfered to Sapele for two years and so he transfered to St Patrick's Primary School, Sapele. They returned to Lagos in 1950 and Anthony returned to Holy Cross Cathedral School.

In 1951 he gained admission to St Gregory's College, Lagos for hia secondary school education. His principal was Father T.J. Moran.

After three years at St Gregory's, he decided to become a priest and was transferred to St Theresa's Minor Seminary, Ibadan. His parish priest, Rev. Fr. John Kilbey SMA (RIP), played a significant role in helping him reach and sustain his vocation to the priesthood.

After the Minor Seminary training, he proceeded to St Peter and Paul Major Seminary, Ibadan.

Rome

One day in 1963, when he had done one and a half years of theology course, he was called by Archbishop Aggey and told that he was being sent to Rome for the completion of his course and that Felix Alaba Job, a seminarian junior to him, would be going with him. He was surprised as he was not good in Latin. In Rome he had to begin the theology course all over again. Three years later he returned to Lagos as a deacon, for his ordination which took place at Holy Cross Cathedral, Lagos on December 4th, 1966.


Ordination

At the ceremony in which he was ordained priest, his sister, Rev. Sr. Mary Peter EHJ, made her first profession.

After his ordination, he and Fr. Job returned to Rome to complete their courses and take the licentiate. Fr. Felix Job was ordained two weeks after him.

They were both entered for the doctorate programme, which was interrupted by a call from Archbishop Aggey to return home for pastoral assignments. The Nigerian Civil War was in progress.

He remembers that obedience was difficult at that time, but they both reasoned that the man who sent them to Rome had the right to recall them. They then returned home; Fr. Felix Job was posted to Ajilete parish, while Fr. Okogie was posted to Holy Cross Cathedral as the Manager of Schools and the Director of Vocations. It should be noted that during the Civil War of Nigeria, Fr. Okogie was at the war front counselling the soldiers.

Auxiliary Bishop of Oyo Diocese

Apart from the 14 months as the Auxiliary Bishop of Oyo Diocese, he had spent all his life in the priesthood at Holy Cross Cathedral. Reflecting on his appointment to Oyo he says, "People were not happy about it. Here in Lagos they were not happy because I was leaving. Why should they transfer Fr. Okogie from Lagos? When people get to know you and your style they do not like to part with you. On the other side the Oyo people were not happy and did not want me. They called me Kobo-Kobo and said I did not understand Yoruba. They tried to foil the transfer. Against all odds he remembers vividly he was consecrated at St. Benedict's Cathedral, Oshogbo as the Auxiliary Bishop of Oyo Diocese on August 29th, 1971.

Back to Lagos

When Archbishop Aggey died on March 13th, 1972, there were great and long discussions about his successor. Suddenly Bishop Okogie was transferred without even receiving a letter of transfer. Rev. Fr. Anthony Ishola, his secretary, came to him one morning and asked if he had heard the 7 o'clock news, where-in it was announced that he had been transferred to Lagos. He tried to listen to the 9 o'clock news, but the reception was poor. He went to say Mass in the Cathedral at Oshogbo. After the mass, people came and congratulated him. They said, "We will not agree, we will write to Rome". He advised them not to, because Rome would not listen to them. He recalled that they did not want him in the first place and that they labelled him "Kobo-Kobo". So he packed his bags and came to Lagos as Auxiliary Bishop to the Apostolic Administrator of Lagos Archdiocese, Bishop Saliu Sanusi, now Bishop Emeritus of Ijebu-Ode Diocese.


Archbishop

After a few months in Lagos as auxiliary bishop, he was surprised to receive a letter appointing him Achbishop of Lagos from the Apostolic Delegate, later Archbishop Amelio Poggi. "It was really a big shock to me". He was enthroned as Archbishop of Lagos on June 17th, 1973, a day after his 37th birthday.