But what really struck me about Okon was how he carried himself.

While some gatemen used style to scan your dressing and weigh your pocket before hailing you with:

“My Oga… I dey loyal. Anything for the boys?”

Okon never did that. Never.

He did his work like a professional, too professional sef for the role. He wasn’t the type to disappear when the sun was scorching and customers were no longer trooping in. Instead, he would curl into his plastic chair, pull out one heavy textbook, and read like he was preparing for a bigger mission.

Every single time.