Open Letter #1: To My Favorite Teacher

Open Letter #1: To My Favorite Teacher

After reading Josephyna post on My Favorite Teacher, it evolved nostalgic memories about growing up and my mind raced back to the teachers I have met in my life and the one I have tagged my favorite teacher is Rotimi Ilesanmi.

Dear Mr Ilesanmi,

It has been how many years now??? Should be 8 years since I last saw you. I was home for the holidays in my first year at the University. How we managed to see, I cannot remember now but we met at the new school you have been transferred to. We caught up on how life has treated us since we last saw 3 years after my high school graduation. It was a beautiful reunion. And yes I still learnt something from you that day: Persistence is the sustainable key to success.

I remembered vividly when I was in S.S.S 1 and I learnt you were my class teacher, I could not hide my tears because rumor had it that you were one of the meanest teachers in the Senior School. I know I am the gentle type but I do not trust my mouth not to land me in trouble.


I remember the first day you flogged me for been one of the noisy ones in class. Oh, how I hated you that day. I thought life couldn’t be more meaner. But before term 2, you discovered me and appointed me as the Assistant Class Captain.


In S.S.S 2, you became my English Language teacher and from that moment I discovered my love for the language and even deeper love for it with the way you deliver it, relating it to every life experience. Your jokes, and your love for the subject you teach endear me to you more. Whenever I perform poor in your test, you call me and scold me and then put me through what I need to do. You will always tell me, ‘You cannot have your champion failing.’


You appointed me as  the Class Captain in S.S.S 2/3 instilling in me leadership traits. I was bullied and threatened by the big boys in class especially when I report them for misconduct. You taught me how to handle such people and this saw me through life up till this day.


When I was confused on the choice of course to study in the University, you told me to follow my dreams and passion and not follow the crowd. I am glad I did.


I am glad Providence brought you my way. The three years under your tutelage shaped me into the woman I have become today and I pray that the peace of the Lord will never depart from you all the days of your life. God bless you richly obe…ochili….your famous way of hailing us.


Akingboye Abosede Deborah

Class of 2006

Shams-el-deen Grammar School, Ikorodu


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  • Adeyemi Jeremiah September 2, 2016 3:32 pm

    Can never forget Mr ilesanmi. He was full of life and energy. He taught us with all he’s got and mhen he made me love English language…..
    So many ppl do not believe I am a product of a public secondary school, am proud to be an alumnus of Shams-el-deen grammar school.
    For ur info.. This lady Akingboye Abosede was the first gal I crushed on back then… Still crushing tho#wink

    God bless u dear for this write up

    • debswritesblog September 2, 2016 3:37 pm

      ????Somebody will be making me shy anyhow??

      Mr Ilesanmi, one of the best men I have met! Thanks for reading Jerry and leaving a comment??

  • Edwincole ayodele Sarah. September 2, 2016 3:55 pm

    I remembered the day I was out of class while he was teaching. on getting back to class he asked me where I was coming from. then I was like em em em. the next word that came from his mouth was cole o gbo oyinbo. ( cole you don’t understand English). I couldn’t talk because I was shocked when I saw him,knowing the kind of man he was. I respect him alot.

    • debswritesblog September 2, 2016 3:56 pm

      ????I won’t put that past him. Always making a joke out of every situation. I really do miss him!

      Thanks for reading dear

  • joseyphina September 2, 2016 4:46 pm

    Yay, I loved your letter! I’m glad you also had a teacher who left a good mark. Thanks for taking part! ☺

  • Ganiat Ogundipe September 2, 2016 8:33 pm

    Yes, his big grin. His smiles brightened rather than frightened. I love him dearly, a true teacher of English Language. Semantics in each class then.. Ochili, God bless you and your children. Thanks for your remarkable impacts. My threefriends, Wuraola, Deb and Tolu, studied language as their first degree, irrespective of being commercial students. All thanks to you Sir. Graces…

    • debswritesblog September 2, 2016 8:36 pm

      Ha, you know this too sweets! See the way we just switched to the Arts.

      Thanks for reading!

  • Dr Emmanuel Adeyeye September 2, 2016 8:54 pm

    It is good to have some good memories. Kudos to our teachers who try all there best to make us who we are today. Back then it was as if we were been maltreated bt now all we have left are praises for them.
    my darling secondary school friend Jerry, not only Mr Ilesanmi bt all of dem. Still got many peopl thinking wen i told dem dat i attended a public school though they find it hard to believe.
    @ bose, they all tried in the making of our future maybe in one way or the other. We av learn alot from them. Or do you easily forgot all what the principal Mr Badego did then. I am just glad to have you all.
    Viva Shams-el-deen grammar school ikorodu
    Viva to all our teachers and principal
    Viva to us all alumnus

    • debswritesblog September 3, 2016 5:40 am


      Thanks for reading and leaving a comment!

  • Anonymous September 3, 2016 3:38 am

    Wow…wow….wow!!!! I love this wit passion. Thanks Debby for bringing this up. I think I have little to say about him too despite that he was not my class teacher…….he was a father to us all back in secondary school and still remain a father forever. Mr Ilesanmi we love u. HARTTY

  • ojo atinuke September 3, 2016 3:46 am

    Wow…wow….wow!!!! I love this wit passion. Thanks Debs for bringing this up. I think I have little to say about him too despite that he was not my class teacher…….he was a father to us all back in secondary school and still remain a father forever. Mr Ilesanmi we love u. HARTTY

    • debswritesblog September 3, 2016 5:41 am

      He really was with his antics and jokes. Thanks for reading!

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