The Gene of Greatness

The Gene of Greatness

My son’s image looms large as I watch the political campaign on my black and white TV. Sadly, I do not feel my allegiance to him is strong enough to risk empowering him in such a manner.

You see, I come from a long line of great and politically inclined men, who regally stride where lesser mortals dare not tread.

History has it that my great grandfather pioneered a series of bloody revolts that dethroned an autocratic king in the then Egbaland. My grandfather led an anti-colonial protest which escalated into an uncontrollable unrest. The scoundrels whom he gathered to himself felt the peaceful route was a waste of time. They can be credited for a series of lootings and destruction of British cargoes and ships at that time.

My father, for whom I have the highest regard, even if my next statement does not affirm so, was a scoundrel of the highest proportions. He was a bank clerk who rose to the pinnacles of power as a financier, but did little or no credit to the already mangled family name. He lived up to the expectations of ‘greatness’ however, as there was never any public officer of his time who commanded such liberties and authority as he.

You see, an understanding of this issue with my family is subject to your definition of the word ‘great’.

The gene of greatness must have skipped a generation however, for I do not have the means or the influence of name which my predecessors commanded. I am a man of lean and simple means. As a pensioner having retired from an organization of no reputable name, I live in a bungalow for which I still pay annually. What I have lacked in strength, wealth, and influence however, I have found in my very own son.

How do I explain the fact that my son from the age of twenty five has been riding a vehicle, of which brand and value I do not have the nerve to think let alone purchase? How do I explain to you that all my life I have never stepped foot or finger out of this country but my son- through means of which I have no clue- is currently globetrotting, seeking alliances and support for his political ambition?

Do you wonder? I wonder too. For I have never seen any office or establishment which my son claims to have managed in the past except for a house on Gerard road, bought for millions of naira, where he keeps his trophy wife, my supposed daughter-in-law.

I have heard rumours and even stumbled on well meaning folk who attempt to fix my dysfunctional relationship with my estranged son by letting me in on the source of his extravagance. I decline to think about it but my wife will have none of that. She desires to see and maybe even live with him as he is our only son, just like I am my father’s only son, who was also his father’s only son.

Even though I have voted quite a number of times in the short years of democratic governance in my country, this time I’ll pass. For how can I wash my hands clean of the evil, negligence and misconduct which I know will be the order of the day when my son is sworn into office?

No. I shall just lie on my flattened mattress and stare at the ceiling and hope, for the good of the world, that this gene of greatness may skip another generation.





38 thoughts on “The Gene of Greatness” by RemiRoy (@RemiRoy)

  1. Remi, I loved reading this. Very imaginative. Isn’t is sad our perception of greatness can be so warped?

  2. Fred Nwonwu (@Fredrick-chiagozie-Nwonwu)

    Really enjoyed this story. Liked how the father stuck to his guns. Liked too how he shunned the “greatness” that was his heritage, at the end he was really the great one.

  3. Nice one Remi. Enjoyed reading it.

  4. This makes for a good read Remi….well done

  5. Thanks guys, thanks a lot!

  6. This is really a wonderful story…I loved it.

    1. Thanks Amaka! Glad you like it :)

  7. Whao…@RemiRoy, you are a talent. This, using an understatement, is beautiful. Nice write……Tell me, what were you thinking?

  8. Even though, I don’t seem to enjoy first-person narratives, I like how you challenge the very common contemporary perception of greatness. And in the long-run, the so-called average man is ironically the greatest. Clever! Well done for that! *winks*

  9. Thanks Koboko! Thanks for reading and commenting.


    1. Thanks Xikay for the comment.
      Glad you think so.

  11. I love this too… This is apperently built from an intelligent imaginative mind…

  12. ‘Apparently…’

    1. @Idoko, thanks! I truly appreciate.

  13. Very very good! But how did the narrator happen to lose all the money his ‘great’ father amassed?

  14. Thanks Miss Rola.
    Well you never know, life happens. Ill gotten wealth could develop wings sometimes. :)

  15. Sounds like someone I know. Sniff sniff!
    Weldone, Remi

  16. Lol Dipo. That makes me wanna use that ‘strictly coincidental’ disclaimer!
    :) Thanks for reading.

  17. enjoyed reading this remi, welldone!

    1. Thanks Posh! :)


    1. Hmmm, Xikay, i’m not permitted to think too much about your compliment o. Lol :)
      Thanks a lot lot lot lot.

  19. you dont need to think of it, just accept it without ‘a pinch of salt’

  20. Sure thing sire! Thanks.

  21. Smooth….smooth stuff…some good ish….

  22. I wonder why it took me this long to read this…..This, I say, is a strong contender for my vote.

    I have come to expect nothing less from the storyteller herself.

    Well done!!!

  23. @Raymond, lol. Thanks.
    @ope, thanks a lot. You know I’m just tryna be like you na. :)
    Thanks‎​ bro!

    1. Like me ke, please don’t be o! Not even with this literary inertia that is threatening to overwhelm me now…..

      1. Inertia ke? Please shake it off o. Lol.
        Like I read somewhere,’Chain that muse to your desk and get the job done!’ :)
        So we gonna read from you soon?

  24. Nnenna-Ihebom (@Nnenna-Ihebom)

    This is a story well told. I vote for that great father. kudos

  25. This is in a class of its own, well done Remi.

  26. @Nnenna, thanks a lot!
    @Scope, nice :) Thanks for reading.

    1. @Xikay Lol o! Me too :)

  27. shai (@shaifamily)


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