The first time I set eyes on Toni Kanayo Onwordi, famously known as Toni Kan, I found fun oozing from his every pore.
He blazed into the Lagos writing circle with uncommon confidence that was at once assured and very questing.
He was like the leader of the Jos Brigade, graduates out of the University of Jos, notably Helon Habila, David Njoku, Peter Okwoche, Peju Akande and Ralph Bruce who came primed to seize literature in Lagos by the jugular.
He carried himself with a familiar cool that endeared him to compatriots much older than him such as my good self.
It was just as a matter of course that I served as the official reviewer at the launch of his first novel, Ballad of Rage.
The poetic offering by Toni Kan in Songs of Absence and Despair showcased him as an all-rounder.
In his building of bonds as per the collective of writers he linked me up with his friend Jude Dibia, author of the groundbreaking novel Walking with Shadows.
I remember once telling him that they should change the name of the romance magazine, Hints, which he edited with so much gusto to “Mints” because they were minting fictions as opposed to the true-life stories they advertised the magazine to be covering.
His short story collection, Nights of the Creaking Bed, became an instant bestseller, and it is still in so much demand.
Toni Kan’s presence in Lagos admitted all comers such that he was in no time given the title of “Mayor of Lagos” by the cognoscenti.
He captured the heights and depths of Lagos in his novel, The Carnivorous City, featuring the ill-fated Lagos big boy, Sabato Rabato, who goes missing.
With his partner, Peju Akande, Toni Kan has written the memoirs of some of the notable potentates across Nigeria.
Doing good work with Toni has always been fun, like taking a trip with him to the seedy underbelly of Lagos known as Makoko.
The trip to Makoko started out as a mystery. There was Toni Kan’s text message when he was the newly-minted brand ambassador of Samsung Note5 that I should keep the evening of a certain Friday free for an engagement.
Further text and email messages informed me that I should get to MRS filling station at the Adekunle end of Yaba, Lagos by 5.30 PM for the trip to the Makoko floating school for the screening of the award-winning documentary Dear Mandela.
As Toni Kan and his personable partner Peju Akande drove into the filling station we made small jokes about Toni now being a Samsung Ambassador and having a ready Personal Assistant (PA) in Peju Akande (PA), for as it stands, a PA is a PA!
We drove through a crowded narrow road in Toni’s jeep until we could move no more. Some urchins around directed us to where we boarded the ill-assorted canoes manned by youths who could speak neither English nor Yoruba. Their language was Egun, but somehow we managed to communicate.
At N50 per head we took to the canoes not bothering about life-jackets or insurance.
The waters were dirty black in the narrow estuary leading to the broadness of the cleaner ocean as the masses of Makoko waved at us, wondering at the strangers in their midst.
We got off the canoes and climbed the wooden staircase into the floating school, a three-storied structure built atop the lagoon.
My knowledge of Makoko before Toni Kan brought me there only emanated from just looking down at the shacks and boats and stilts from the heights of the Third Mainland Bridge.
It was in solidarity with Makoko residents against forced eviction that we made the trip to watch the documentary Dear Mandela, a film that won the coveted Best South African Documentary at the Durban International Film Festival.
Toni Kan fights for the good causes but he makes it look like fun.
The son of a college principal from Ibusa in present-day Delta Stat…