Seeds of Education



My decision to create an impressionist representation of the cocoa tree in this painting is both a tribute and an expression of deep gratitude for the pivotal role this “golden tree” has played in shaping lives. Its economic value supported not only my own education but also that of millions across South Western Nigeria, both before and after independence.

In my memoir, I recount my father’s ownership of an expansive cash crop plantation in Western Nigeria, where cocoa was the principal produce. The income derived from this enterprise became the foundation upon which the educational aspirations of our family were built—extending beyond his immediate children to members of our extended family.

This work, therefore, is more than a visual interpretation; it is a reflection on legacy, sacrifice, and the enduring power of agriculture to transform generations.

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