An African Abroad
Unlike my father’s remarkable, numerous achievements, I have had memorable encounters with a handful of heads of state.

Moshood Adisa Olabisi Ajala accomplished a challenging task by travelling to more than seventy countries on a moped and meeting with heads of state, to name a few of his recorded adventures.


If he had been caught, my father’s ordeal would have been physical in the form of possible torture and brutal imprisonment. Moshood Adisa eluded imprisonment in Russia, perhaps even the dreaded Gulag.
It has been said that Adisa died in poverty. That depends on one’s definition of wealth. Ajala died living behind around a dozen children. My father wanted to ensure that at least one of his offspring would carry his legacy. Moshood Adisa, a true pagan, had the foresight and wisdom to understand that earthly riches are just that. Earthly riches.

Arguably, as Adisa died with the knowledge of true freedom, I dispute the assumption that he died in poverty. Olabisi Ajala must have completely understood the game ‘Monopoly’. When one has finally mastered the game ‘Monopoly’, they learn that reaching their objective is futile. That is to say that when the game is over, all proceeds inevitably go back into the box.
The bottom line is that one cannot take the money, or anything else, to the afterlife. The Egyptian Pharaohs died wealthy. They buried their vessels and riches in crypts. These riches were excavated by archaeologists and are now on display worldwide.
Moshood Adisa had the foresight of spending his money on this earth, as it’s apparent that we cannot take it with us. Adisa left behind his scions and his written legacy, the true treasures of this material world.
I persist in my unwavering belief that Moshood Adisa died a wealthy man indeed within this reality.
