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Dr Victor Omololu Olunloyo: Uncommon Brilliance

By: Dr Kolade Mosuro

On at least two different occasions, the rumour was rife on social media that he was dead. To be falsely deceased, I teased that he, like Alfred Nobel, had had the chance to read his own obituary. In a particular instance, a family rebuttal revealed that he was in intensive care at the University College Hospital (UCH), Ibadan. I made for the Intensive Care Unit, UCH, the next day, a Saturday morning. I was not going to disturb their care or protocol. I just had to be there in case he needed me. Expectedly, and rightfully so, the nurses barred visitors from seeing him. I wrote my name on a sheet of paper and gave it to a nurse to hand over to him, just for him to know I was outside in case he needed anything. The nurse came rushing back and said that he wanted to see me immediately.

As I got to his bedside, he held my hand tightly and, to the amazement of the medical staff around, quoted the melancholy words of Jacques in Shakespeare’s As You Like It: “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts…” Right there, I stopped him in his tracks that he should quote no further. Instead, to his smile, we both said in unison that the exit was not now. He lived another three years after, but poorly. Finally, with every man inevitably to his exit, death, not wholly unexpected, came calling on April 6, 2025, after he had played many parts following an innings of eighty-nine.

The preparation for these many parts began from Government College, Ibadan (GCI) in 1948, although he was scion to an illustrious family, the first educated elite and early Christians in Ibadan. When David and Anna Hinderer, the first CMS missionaries, came to Ibadan in 1853, they were placed in the care of Balogun Olunloyo, a warlord and high chief of Ibadan. Balogun Olunloyo’s children, Akinyele, male, and Yejide, female, found play and school with the Hinderers. Akinyele became the first male literate of Ibadan, while Yejide became the first female literate. Yejide Girls Grammar School, Ibadan, is named after her. The Olunloyos prominently took up early church, civil, and istrative roles in Ibadan. The Akinyele line produced Horatio Vincent Olunloyo, who was Victor Omololu’s father.

The brilliant signs of Horatio’s first son, Victor Omololu Olunloyo, were there even precociously from primary school. He took the common entrance examination, which was a global examination for all leaving primary school students, and he was first in 1946 and 1947 in the whole of the Ibadan District Church Council schools from Ibadan to Gbongan, Ikirun, and Osogbo. It was while at St. Peter’s Aremo Primary School that he was introduced to mathematics by an impressionable teacher, J.A.F Sokoya, in a remarkable and inspiring way. He saw early and clearly the relations of integers and that there was a concrete connection between mathematics and real life. Here, foundational mathematics was planted to flourish in him for the rest of his life.

In 1948, he entered Government College, Ibadan (GCI) from Standard Five, as the youngest in his class, when most of his classmates came in from Standard Six. It took him some time to rally. Once he found his stride in the second year, he never let go of the first position in Mathematics. To be first meant not just to score high but to get everything. Two illustrations will suffice.

A mathematics examination was going to be served by the teacher, Mr W.H. Browne. The teacher aimed to write the questions on the board, exit to have tea in the staff room, and come back to collect the students’ scripts. As he wrote the first question, he asked the students to commence. There were five questions, and they were to answer all of them. As he finished writing the fifth question and just as he was gathering his papers to go for tea, Olunloyo raised his hand. ‘What is it Olunloyo?’ the teacher queried. ‘I have finished, sir,’ Olunloyo replied. The teacher first thought it was a prank, remonstrated Olunloyo and then collected his papers for marking to see that, indeed, he had finished and got everything.

There was an ‘unsolvable’ problem in the Mathematics textbook by C.V. Durrell. It was common in those days to tackle all the problems in a text to gain proficiency in the subject. There was a generational problem because nobody in the annals of GCI that used Durell’s textbook had solved it. It was a problem built around a billiard table. It was such a knotty problem because it fell outside the imagination of the boys. They had never seen a billiard table before. And then Mr. A. Long, the principal, was going to be visiting a friend at the University College, Ibadan, and he took some boys along. One of them was Olunloyo. Following the visit, they called at the Senior Staff Dining Hall and Recreation Centre, and before their very eyes, for the first time ever, was a billiard table, and a game was on. Olunloyo took a careful look and was in a conjectural mood. He could hardly wait to return to school to tackle the intractable Durrell problem—the one that had baffled his class and the seniors before him. He settled to the problem and finally solved it. In that eureka moment, he threw off his uniform; some said he went nude, running wildly around his house, Grier, shouting: “I have solved it! I have solved it!! I have solved it!!!” It was a momentous occasion for schoolboy mathematics. His brilliance and escapades at GCI became a lore. He went on to record a Grade 1 in his final year at GCI and A1 in Mathematics.

Following GCI, he dazzled with some academic performances. He spent some seven months preparing for his HSC Examinations, a programme that would ordinarily take two years, and ed by scoring AAAC. He spent three months at the University College, Ibadan (UCI) and ed the Intermediate BSc, a programme that would ordinarily take two years. His stay at UCI was brief, but the records he set were renowned. At tests and examinations, when given mathematical questions to solve, for the student to attempt three out of five, Olunloyo would do four within the allotted time, and write on the script for the lecturer to mark any three he chose. He got them all. He was fittingly nicknamed by his fellow classmates, ‘Mark Any Three.’

Of his brilliance, everybody took notice; some took a special interest. Adegoke Adelabu and Emmanuel Alayande saw in him a very special Ibadan poster boy, a pride. M.S. Sowole, Ambassador and Agent-General for Western Nigeria in the UK, his father’s contemporary and bosom friend, and Lady Kofo Ademola and others saw in him a national academic prodigy. They leaned to an overseas university training. For overseas universities, Olunloyo’s heart was really in Manchester University. Why? Manchester then was one of the leading universities in the UK offering Technology. Ademola Banjo was there making waves. He had just recorded a first class in Mechanical Engineering. But Kofo Ademola was pushing differently. She wanted Olunloyo to go to Cambridge to be a part of that reputational institution that had graduated some of the best minds in Mathematics—Isaac Newton, Alan Turing, Carl Gauss,etc, and to go to Cambridge just as did her husband, Sir Adetokunbo Ademola. But Cambridge offered a one-year deferred ission because the session was already on. Olunloyo was not in any mood to wait idly for one year. Kofo Ademola was challenged to find another great university which offered immediate ission, which was what led him to St. Andrews College.

The University of St Andrews is no pushover. It is the topmost and oldest university in Scotland. It is a university much favoured by the British royalty. It was established in 1413, and it is as renowned as the University of Oxford, founded in 1096, and the University of Cambridge, founded in 1209. Coming with only three months from the University College, Ibadan, Olunloyo was placed in the first year to study Mechanical Engineering. He kicked against his placement. He wanted to be placed in the second year, and he was adamant about this. By precedent, this was not done, but Olunloyo was obstinately insistent. He took his case to his Head of Department, Prof. Caldericks. Finally, Caldericks took the matter to the Senate, whereupon they reluctantly agreed to put him in the second year on the condition that he took a test in Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry. Olunloyo pleaded for a week of preparation before the tests were served. When the tests were served, three hours per subject, and marked, he scored 98, 88 and 84 percent in Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry, respectively. St. Andrews immediately placed him in the second year.

In that second-year class, he led in all the subjects he took. He became a unique academic specimen, and this time, it was the Senate pressing to meet him. Prof Caldericks took his student to the Senate to the amazement of all the dons. Olunloyo got their bow. One of the amazing things he did in an examination of 150 questions in which they were expected to do 100 was to do all and he scored 132%. The next student to him scored 89%, while the third scored 66%. At graduation in 1957, six academic medals were available in his department; Olunloyo won five, and the sixth was won by Ifedayo Oladapo, both Nigerians, both old boys of Government College, Ibadan, and both classmates at GCI. Olunloyo recorded, of course, a first class in Mechanical Engineering. So did Ifedayo Oladapo, who went on to do his PhD at Cambridge.

At the end of the graduation year, the best results from the top ten universities in the UK, the Ivy League institutions, are pooled, and the very best of them get the most prestigious prize, the 1939 Prize, and also to dine with the monarch. It was Olunloyo who won the British Association Prize for the Most Distinguished Student in the Faculties of Science, and so dined with Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth in 1958.

Olunloyo was exempted from a Bachelor’s and Master’s degree in Mathematics and instead went straight on to do a PhD, a four to seven-year programme. He did it in a record time of two years with outstanding merit, finishing in 1959. He was twenty-four. Let us not debate: he was one of Nigeria’s most brilliant men. His brilliance was proudly extolled both overseas and in Nigeria.

He returned to Nigeria, and marriage soon followed. I point this out just to relate it to brilliance. For his honeymoon, he and his first wife, Funmilayo, flew to the UK. On their return from Liverpool, they hitched a ride back on the Prime Minister’s yacht that had gone over for repairs. It was going to be a new adventure returning home by sea.

Early one morning in the middle of the journey, Olunloyo looked to the sun and to his shadow on the deck and used both to plot a mental com enough to determine that the ship was headed in the wrong direction. He asked for the captain to come to the deck. He shared his mental calculations, and the captain laughed. A disdainful laugh followed, and then silence fell, followed by a reflective sigh. At the captain’s command in his cabin were dials pointing directions, knots showing speed, scopes indicating the depth of water and coordinates, and here was Olunloyo without a tool other than a phenomenal brain telling him he was taking the ship in the wrong direction. Olunloyo asked that he should go back to check his controls. The captain went back to his control and checked his dials and his consoles and when he returned this time, there were sweat beads on his eyebrows. He found that the ship was headed in the wrong direction on the mighty sea. The captain, speechless, motioned that Olunloyo should go back to his cabin. He was going to do a right about turn with the ship, the kind, if you are familiar with the sea, that brings about instant sea sickness. Well, better be sick than dead. Olunloyo, armed only with his brain and the rays of the sun, saved the ship, the crew, and the engers from imminent disaster.

Concluded in the next post

First photo: Dr. Victor Omololu Olunloyo
Second photo: Olunloyo with daughter Kemi

Concluded

On a flight home from London on one occasion, Olunloyo ran into Prof. Wole Soyinka on the plane as he was putting his carrier bag in the overhead compartment. ‘Hello, editor of Mustard Seed.’ Wole Soyinka instantly turned and smiled. Soyinka was editor of Grier House magazine, Mustard Seed, in their school days at GCI and was two years Olunloyo’s senior. Both Soyinka and Olunloyo were in Grier House, both now academics, both sideline activists and politicians, both Ibadan ruminants who knew its nook and crannies for all its notable culinary ts. So there was plenty to share and to heartily reminisce about before they took their seats on the plane. Watching quizzically as they engaged were too students from the Middle East. Nervously, they went to Olunloyo. ‘Sir, is that Wole Soyinka, the Nobel laureate that you were talking to?’ Olunloyo answered in the affirmative, and both students nodded to themselves as if I told you so. Soyinka, with his mane, is unmistakable. The students summoned courage and approached Soyinka to pay their respects and iration. They were mathematics students, so they asked Soyinka if Nigeria also had mathematicians of his stature. All Soyinka did was look back from his seat and point them to Olunloyo, who led them to him. The students returned to Olunloyo and laid bare their mathematics problem. They wanted a simultaneous equation problem involving three unknowns solved. Olunloyo asked for a sheet of paper and solved the problem with three approaches—substitution, matrices and moulds—to arrive at the same answer. It left the students with their mouths hanging open. Suddenly, they exclaimed: ‘Nigeria is full of geniuses.’ Perhaps so; who knows?

When Lekan Are, his friend and classmate was going to be 80, I teased him that Lekan’s GCI school number was 514 ahead of his at 546, making Lekan a quasi-senior boy. His mind went in a different direction. He said to me, ‘Lekan’s number at 514 is very interesting. That is, two to power nine (512) plus two to power one (2), making 514, which in binary language is 1,000,000,010 for the computer’. Anyone who thinks like that must be crazy. Olunloyo was crazy about mathematics.

I once had a week-long programme in Oxford. Somehow I finished by Friday and now had the weekend to myself. To occupy the weekend, I needed a handy book to engage me and so I went to Blackwell’s bookshop for one. I found none until I ran into a mathematics book. So captivated was I that I read the book to the bookshop’s till, through the bus ride to my hotel, and by the next day, I had finished reading the book. Excitedly, I called my wife with elan about my read, and she asked, as women are wont to do, whether I was under the influence. She declined to share the book with me and instead suggested that I give the book to Olunloyo.

As soon as I returned to Nigeria, I went to Olunloyo with my new find. Unsurprisingly, he sat me down and gave me a fuller lecture on Srinivasa Ramanujan, the Indian mathematician who took a mathematics chair at Cambridge without a university degree. Olunloyo just simply knew mathematics. When integers stood alone or together, he saw ascension or descension; he could make their evenness or oddities; when placed on top of one another and fractionated, he could make sense of them all; when a full stop was thrown around numbers, the decimals were his companions; seeing figures, he could make an apparent or inherent meaning to them; he could see figures when sequenced or looped; even when numbers were chaotic, he could make sense out of chaos. Given any figure, he saw a deeper meaning, and with several figures, he could interpret where, under the same circumstances, the rest of us drew a blank. So, for him, there was maths and beauty everywhere around us, in literature, in music, and horticulture. Three years ago, he introduced me to the maths in graphic arts through the works of the genius E.C. Escher. Olunloyo was just simply phenomenal, a wondrous make, a mathematical head, pure and simple. But he was humble enough to acknowledge the vastness of knowledge, and he made a daily assignment to learn continuously. And so he spent endless hours in his study and paid weekly visits to the bookshop. Even when he suffered a stroke, he put his head to the test, and when the faculty was still fully operational, he said the legs could go as long as the head was intact. He rode around in a wheelchair in his study and made regular visits to the bookshop. On his penultimate visit, he sent me a note…He wrote that the bill be given to ‘Kolade whatever his surname’, and this was coming from ‘Olunloyo the man with constitutional authority’.

Sometimes at public functions, he was bewitched in his thoughts. He would bend over to a sheet of paper to solve some mathematical problems. In this mood, I knew better not to disturb his train of thought. When irers, friends, relations, etc, stopped by to say hello, they found him vacant. He was in a different realm. Surprisingly though, and magically so, he followed the proceedings of the function. You knew this because, at the end of the event, he could engage by giving a blow-by-blow of what had transpired.

For his work life, he took up an academic position as a lecturer at the University of Ibadan, then the University of Ife; he was later Rector Polytechnic Ibadan and briefly Polytechnic, Kwara; he held variegated positions with Government and Academic institutions—fifty-five in total spanning forty five years of service. He served as Commissioner for Economic Planning and Community Development, and Commissioner for Education in Western State. At some point, he held two portfolios at the same time as Commissioner of Education and Commissioner for Local Government and Chieftaincy Affairs. In a number of these institutions, never mind his title, he served as a troubleshooter, an ombudsman, a cracker to solve any and every problem, and an interventionist minister. It was against this background that he set his sight on politics and was sucked into serving fleetingly as the Governor of Oyo State.

I did not think much of his politics and never hid that from him. He was a mass of contradictions. Once, he told me that the politics of Oyo State operated on a tripod: Lamidi Adedibu provided the brawn, Aseez Arisekola/Yekini Adeejo the money, and Olunloyo, the brain—to formulate the ideology and strategy to propel the politics. I was never impressed. I thought he leagued with men after power with all means possible. But he countered that political parties are made up of angels and devils, less of one than the other. I have seen plenty of truism in that statement. Often, when he talked about politics, I listened intently but with dissimulation. I thought he had started his mathematical journey brilliantly, but it stood still when he veered into politics. I wish he stayed true and exclusively focused on mathematics and engineering. His wealth and profound faculty of intellect would have been globally felt far more than his political achievement. But he strayed into politics and remained mercurial in it because he tried to solve it with equations and theorems. It was a struggle that consumed him till the very end.

For all his brilliance, he lacked financial intelligence. This dogged him in his twilight because of the huge expense over many years for his medical care. His family’s medical care was also, for many more years, quite exorbitant. People like him ought to have been kept in the financial court of the government or academic institution. They were not to be disturbed by mundane matters such as finances. Their focus had to be entirely scholarship—morning, day and night. He was on scholarship throughout his academic career. He could have been a national scholar for life.

I am sure Olunloyo would not mind me mentioning his debt to his family and to the late Abiola Ajimobi, late Lekan Are, late Alafin Oba Lamidi Adeyemi, Enoch Adeboye, Rasheed Ladoja, Seyi Makinde, Bode George, Wale Babalakin, William Kumuyi, Olusegun Obasanjo, Gabriel Ogunmola, Kola Daisi, Lekan Ademosu, and Ibrahim Babaginda. Friends do not often reveal what friends do. He repeatedly sang their praises because they extended to him.

Given the portrait that I have offered in this essay, the question should be posed whether his talent lay more in scholarship, particularly in mathematics and engineering or in politics. I will cast my lot with scholarship.

He knew I talked little and wrote little, but when I had to, I did freely of my mind, which was the brace of the relationship. I was one of his sounding boards. He was a great friend, senior and mentor. I will miss his endless stream of conversation from Beethoven to Newton, Einstein to Awolowo and Akintola and, of course, Euler, Ramanujan, Hawkins and Archimedes—his fellow mathematicians. He was a polyglot, a polymath, an iconic, itinerant teacher, a maverick, and a restless politician. Such was the ease with which he could move from Pythagoras through Aristotle and Dante to Nietzsche and Shakespeare with relative ease. He was truly well-cultured.

I a tale he once told me. Chief Obafemi Awolowo had written a letter to him in which he stated categorically that ‘…when I become 80…’. Olunloyo took the letter back to him the next day after having read it. He added two words to that categorical statement, to now read ‘…if and when I become 80…’ Awolowo accepted the correction. The Good Lord took Awolowo away at 79. Man’s limitation and language is to make provision that whatever will be will be, only if God is willing, deo volente (dv), an ablative absolute expression.

On Saturday, April 5, 2025, Dr Olunloyo called me not once, but four times. On the fourth call, he asked that I undertake an assignment for him. I sent a note to the mutual friend he sent me to and added, ‘by the way, Dr Victor Olunloyo will be 90 on April 14, 2025’. Suddenly, I ed his tale and quickly corrected myself and now wrote ‘…Dr Victor Olunloyo will be 90 on April 14, 2025, God willing’. The Good Lord, in his providence, called him home the next day, April 6, 2025.

When death finally came, even though previous rumours and hospitalizations had prepared me, I shed a tear.

…Last scene of all

That ends this strange eventful history

Is second childishness and mere oblivion

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII.

Dr Kolade Mosuro is a Publisher, Bookseller, and Trustee of Government College Ibadan Old Boys Association.

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Photo: Author of the article - Kolade Mosuro of Booksellers, Dugbe, Ibadan

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who is he?

Long story short.


- Academic Achievements:
- Scored first in the common entrance examination in 1946 and 1947
- Consistently ranked first in Mathematics at Government College, Ibadan (GCI)
- Solved an "unsolvable" mathematics problem in his textbook
- Recorded Grade 1 in his final year at GCI and A1 in Mathematics
- ed Higher School Certificate (HSC) Examinations with AAAC grades after just 7 months of preparation
- ed Intermediate BSc at University College, Ibadan (UCI) in 3 months
- Scored 98%, 88%, and 84% in Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry tests at St. Andrews University
- Led his class in all subjects at St. Andrews University
- Won 5 out of 6 academic medals in his department at St. Andrews University
- Recorded a first-class degree in Mechanical Engineering at St. Andrews University
- Won the British Association Prize for the Most Distinguished Student in the Faculties of Science
- Completed PhD in record time of 2 years with outstanding merit

- Notable Feats:
- Saved a ship from imminent disaster by using his mental calculations to determine that it was headed in the wrong direction
- Dined with Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth in 1958 for winning the British Association Prize

- Personal Qualities:
- Demonstrated exceptional brilliance and academic prowess from an early age
- Showcased determination and insistence on being placed in the second year at St. Andrews University despite initial reluctance
- Utilized his exceptional problem-solving skills to tackle complex mathematical problems

I have come to realise that God created humanity r himself because even poor people have some respect they attached to himself ,In every level u will feel gret once u can provide for your family.....some think there demigod yet when death come u will lose even the cloth u are wearing...but laziness is a big evil for life

Baba Olunloyo was at 96th GCIOBA Reunion last year October... Believe it, GCI is like their first home to those Old Boys, including Prof. Wole Soyinka, Pa. Wilfred, Dr. Kolade and others...

Most doctors are brilliant though. Both the medical and academic doctors

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Good in reading books and ing exams. Truly brilliant create inventions and change society.

My head don full, a legend with long history

Is this the father of Aunty Kemi Olu yolo?

The thing is the Yorubas if those generation were extremely brilliant. It was partly an effort of the authoritative powers at the time.

We look quite unserious now, and we seem way away from our own educational standards. I wish for things to improve for us.

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Nigeria has deep history sha

Too long a read buy interesting.

The man Olunloyo was a genius

The brain box of Nigeria Mathematics!

But why kemi keep robbish the old man with all this lovely biography.

2mch:
Good in reading books and ing exams. Truly brilliant create inventions and change society.

God is not a fool. Isaac Newton, Einstein and many other geniuses are not inventors but the knowledge they espouses were used for inventions.

so he was brilliant and did not win a nobel prize in mathematics

may his soul rest in peace.

Lovely

Interesting read, what a genius!!!

mukthar2000:
But why kemi keep robbish the old man with all this lovely biography.

Do you, in all honesty thinks kemi is normal?

Great man. I once met with him inside the Odusote Bookstores, formerly the largest bookstores in africa, located at Oke bola Ibadan, opposite Pa Awo house back in the days. I met wirh Ken Saro Wiwa at same place with the pipe in his mouth . These were presidential candidates for God's sake. I wonder why Pa Olunloyo backed off. A refined gentleman that he was. He spoke British English .

Dijita:

God is not a fool. Isaac Newton, Einstein and many other geniuses are not inventors but the knowledge they espouses were used for inventions.

Ok. Where is his work to use for inventions in Nigeria? Of what use was his brilliance to say, Science and Tech in Nigeria? We have a lot of people that are good at ing exams and that’s just it. By the way Einstein and Newton worked and coinvented many inventions and had many patents with their drawings well documented.

Seun, swear sey you finish reading this epistle?

I never knew he was vast in knowledge.

Eriokanmi:
Great man. I once met with him inside the Odusote Bookstores, formerly the largest bookstores in africa, located at Oke bola Ibadan, opposite Pa Awo house back in the days. I met wirh Ken Saro Wiwa at same place with the pipe in his mouth . These were presidential candidates for God's sake. I wonder why Pa Olunloyo backed off. A refined gentleman that he was. He spoke British English .

i speak American English