Nigeria, May 31 -- Growing up, I was raised with an inquisitive mind, one that gave preeminence to the solid ground of logic and reason over superstition. My father, an unapologetic contrarian, never preached rebellion, nor did he lecture us on belief. But in the quiet consistency of his life, he modelled something radically different: the courage to stand apart, to question inherited truths, and, most importantly, to be wrong.

I do not mean wrong in the reckless sense, but wrong in the way a scientist proposes a hypothesis: knowing it may be disproved, yet forging ahead because inquiry itself is noble. As I reflect on his legacy and my own evolving worldview, I have come to realise this: wise men dare to be wrong because they understand...