Fourth-time author and tax consultant at Pricewaterhouse Coopers , Vincent Adeoba shares the story of his sojourn from extreme deprivation and poverty and how he clawed his way to prominence withI never had the opportunity of meeting my dad. All I was told was that he passed away. I am not sure if this was before or after I was born. I never saw his picture, so I have no memories whatsoever of him.
When my grandma passed, family members came around to see what they could do to support the family. But at the time, my older siblings had all left the village in Ire-Ekiti; and because Gbemisola and I were so young, nobody wanted to take us. I guess they didn’t want liabilities. So, we were left all alone in the village and at age 5, I had the responsibility of taking care of my little sister. It was my older sister, Morenike, who took it upon herself to become a mother to us.
Thereafter, she got a job in a canteen to wash dishes 10 hours every day except Sunday. Owing to this, she registered us in a lesson close to the house. This lesson was at best, a traditional learning centre where they dumped all of us in a class, whether you were 5 or 15 years old. And our curriculum was very simple: numeracy, the alphabets, states and their capitals. She did that job for sometime until something awful happened that ushered us into another phase.
Being the meticulous boy I was, I followed the man to see how he would place my precious basket of okra in the boot of the car to ensure nothing would ruin the okra before we reached our destination. While trying to adjust the basket of okra in the boot, a thread from the sac covering got hooked to the basket and just then, I saw knives, cutlasses and charms. I immediately connected to some stories that the old women in our compound had told us about kidnappers and their strategies.
One day, one of the market women saw me and reported to Sister Morenike, who personally took me to school the following day and found out from my teachers that I hadn’t been to school for weeks. That was how I was redirected back to school. Only God knows what would have become of me if that woman had not seen me at the saw mill that day.In January 2003, when I was 12 and in primary 6, an uncle came to Akure and took me to Odogbolu in Ogun State. That was my defining moment.
Naturally, I told myself I wasn’t going to work for anybody once out of school, and that I would focus on doing business somewhere in Ibadan. This was my plan until I met my mentor, Taiwo Oyedele, a partner at PricewaterhouseCoopers . Few weeks to my POP, I booked an appointment with him to share my plans with him and ask for his guidance.
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