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Art and the Man Called Jimoh Akolo聽
Despite his enviable career highlights as one of Nigeria鈥檚 visual arts luminaries, the octogenarian artist, Jimoh Akolo, consistently shunned the limelight until his demise. Okechukwu Uwaezuoke writes
Fame聽聽just wouldn鈥檛 let聽聽Jimoh Bola Akolo (a.k.a. Jimoh Akolo) be. Instead, it tracked him down to his hometown, Egbe, in Kogi State. This was where this reticent contemporary of the trail-blazing Zaria Art Society members had relocated鈥攁nd sought a haven of peace, so to speak鈥攁fter retirement from Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria, sometime between the end of 1999 and early 2000.
Oftentimes, Akolo鈥檚 name had continually popped up among aficionados in local, informed art circles who, seemingly scandalised by the scant attention he was getting in the amnesia-prone art scene, took decisive steps towards redressing the anomaly. Besides his proficiency in painting, which predated his years at the Nigerian College of Arts, Science, and Technology (abbreviated as NCAST) in Zaria and had earned him several awards at the Northern Regional Festival of Arts, there were also the recent sales of his paintings for respectable prices at the Bonhams African Modern and Contemporary Art Auction, which wouldn鈥檛 have gone unnoticed among the cognoscenti.
It came as no surprise, therefore, that last year鈥檚 retrospective exhibition at k贸, a gallery in the upmarket Ikoyi neighbourhood of Lagos, which was curated by Professor Jerry Buhari of Ahmadu Bello University鈥檚 fine arts department, included a video conversation with him and scholarly tributes from people who had closely interacted with him. Yet not even the laudatory remarks of his contemporary, Dr. Bruce Onobrakpeya, his former classmate and colleague at the Faculty of Education at Ahmadu Bello University, Professor Adamu Baikie, his only surviving son, Richard Ayodeji, or those of his younger female siblings, Mercy Feyisola Akolo and Grace Yemisi Ukhueleigbe, among others, sufficed to unravel the web of mysteries woven around this reclusive artistic great.
So much about Akolo, who, after a brief illness, departed this earthly life on Saturday, June 3, at the ECWA Missionary Hospital in Egbe, remains shrouded in obscurity. Clearly a man who valued his privacy, he seemed to have deliberately shunned the limelight, beginning with his resignation from the Zaria Art Society, invoking 鈥減ersonal reasons鈥 after three months of membership.
Then, there was the early and painful demise of his second son, Ayokunle, a third-year student of the Ahmadu Bello University, ABU Zaria, in 1999 after a brief illness at 25, which seemed to have further driven him into his shell. 鈥淭o be honest, Dad never really got over it,鈥 his survivor son Ayodeji, who now lives in the UK, confirmed.
This could also be why Ayodeji cited being closer to his late son鈥檚 final resting place as one of the reasons his dad retired to Egbe sometime between 2001 and 2002. Akolo had left Zaria ahead of his wife, who only joined him later. Meanwhile, Ayodeji, then a student at the University of Ilorin, which was two hours away from Egbe, expressed his filial bond through his frequent visits, which continued even after his graduation. On one of these later visits, Akolo told his son that he had no regrets since he had spent his earthly life the best way he thought he could. 鈥淲e were brought up to be very modest and with principles,鈥 Ayodeji added, lifting a corner of the veil on his and his late younger brother鈥檚 years growing up as Akolo鈥檚 children.
Akolo, who would have turned 88 on September 20, would be best remembered for his paintings and drawings, whose themes swirl around indigenous cultural traditions and everyday life and proclaim his commitment to a uniquely Nigerian aesthetic canon. This despite his being quoted as telling the late Ugandan playwright and novelist Robert Serumaga that he didn鈥檛 鈥渢hink that there should be any rules guiding African artists,鈥 adding, 鈥淭hey should do what they like. They are expected to produce. It鈥檚 not necessary to tell them what to think.鈥
Perhaps his early interest in engineering, which he was reported to have abandoned thanks to the advice of his Keffi Government College art teacher Dennis Duerden, crept into his paintings, the hues of which appear measured and calculated. Akolo, whose stylised representational style in loose brushstrokes of matt yet intense colours seems to have found new life in works by Kolade Oshinowo, Edosa Oguigo, Alimi Adewale, and Abiodun Olaku, was once famously described by the late German-born editor, writer, and scholar Ulli Beier鈥攊n a review of Nigeria鈥檚 Independence Exhibition鈥攁s the 鈥渃oolest formalist among them.鈥
Talking about his works, there are some that hark back to his Northern Nigerian experience鈥攍ike the oil on board works 鈥淭est of Manhood鈥 (Sharo) 1982, 鈥淗orn Blowers from Southern Kaduna Welcoming the Governor鈥 1984/1986, 鈥淢ilk Maid鈥 (Fura da Nono) 1998, 鈥淢an on Horse鈥 1996, 鈥淲ar, Red War鈥 1996, the oil on canvas works 鈥淒ambe鈥 (Native Boxing) 1998, 鈥淢other and Child鈥 1998, 鈥淲restling Match鈥 2000, as well as the pencil on paper works 鈥淗orse Man II鈥 1995 and 鈥淒urbar鈥, among others鈥 and some that are clearly influenced by the Yoruba culture such as the oil on canvas works 鈥淥wambe鈥 2013 and 鈥淭he God of Thunder鈥 1964, as well as pencil on paper works like 鈥淭he Model鈥 1961.
Akolo, whose works have been sold at such prestigious auction houses as Arthouse Contemporary, Bonhams, and Sotheby鈥檚, among others, has participated in several exhibitions both within and outside of Nigeria. In a brief comment in reaction to his demise on her Instagram account, Mrs. Kavita Chellaram, who runs the Arthouse Contemporary auction house and k贸 Gallery, wrote: 鈥淲e were honoured to work with Jimoh Akolo鈥 and privileged to have met him.鈥 The National Gallery of Art, which had in 2019 published a book on his life and works, meanwhile said in a statement signed by its director general, Ebeten W. Ivara, that it was 鈥済lad to have been associated with such a renowned artist and mentor鈥, adding: 鈥淗is passing is a great loss to the arts community and the society at large.鈥

