Who among the four 'superdelegates' will be the African Apprentice?

I'll miss the gladiator, as he loved to call himself. I'll miss his blabbering; his concrete West-African accent, and his mischievous boyish grin.

In the thirteenth week, he plotted to "bring down" homeboy Deox Tibeingana –it appeared to me he was afraid of him. Ironically, it's Deox that brought down this "city-zen of Lagos" the following week.

When he admitted while fighting for his life in the boardroom that he was a leader of over 500 church men, I smiled broadly and again at the gentlemanly grace with which he took his downfall.

Fellow contenders didn't know it's this soft exterior hiding his crafty self that pushed Tunde to the top five –the 'super delegates' –if you ask me. But when he was made Zulu Corp. project manager, he looked large in his suave coat.

Suddenly, he carried himself with an important air, scratched his nonexistent beard, looked at his watch like a tycoon now and then. In that role, Tunde –like most African leaders –was very hard to advise. Instead of using the creative energies of Blessing, who has experience with children, and I might add, their dress sense, he relied on a 'specialist'.

You could see it in his eyes that all was well as he introduced his team's 'A New Me' design. I loved the creations and the kids loved them too, but like Shobanjo observed, they were good enough to wear to parties not to school.

So Deox was not trying to sound witty when he asked Tunde to accept responsibility for the team's loss and honourably resign. And so was Blessing when she said Tunde had indulged in reckless confidence that cost them dearly.

As it is, the firing of Tunde went a long way to validate that old adage that pride leadth to a fall.

Let it be a lesson to the surviving contenders, especially to our boy Deox. For at this stage of game it takes very little to slip.