This tribute is posted on behalf of Edward Fashole-Luke
Tribute To The Honourable Justice Desmond Edgar Fashole-Luke
B.A. (Hons) OXON, B.A. Hons (CANTAB), M.A. (OXON), M.A. (CANTAB)
Barrister-at-Law, Lincoln’s Inn
By His nephew Edward W. Fashole-Luke II
Full of urbane authority with a certain presence that signifies the hallmarks of a very distinguished personality. This description very aptly describes my dear departed Uncle Desmond. Desmond Edgar Fashole-Luke was born in Rawdon Street, Freetown on the 6th October 1935. He was my favourite Uncle. I hero worshipped him. He was an exceptionally handsome man who oozed loads of class and style, but more of that later. He had tremendous panache, was gifted with elan, integrity and remains one of the few patriots who stood up to Siaka Stevens.
He attended the Prince of Wales school in Freetown and then proceeded to the famous English Public School of King’s College Taunton. It was there, that he was to develop and nurture his extraordinary ability as a sports man. Uncle Desmond made history by becoming the first school boy to ever jump six feet in England in the High Jump. That extraordinary feat, made him an instant celebrity in England. His name was plastered in the Times of London and several other newspapers in England. He went on to win several prizes in the long jump, athletics, hockey, rugby, cricket and several sporting events.
In 1954, he left King’s College for Keble College, Oxford University where he studied Politics, Philosophy and Economics.
While at Oxford, Uncle Desmond excelled in his studies and as a brilliant sportsman. He won several trophies and awards at Oxford and was extremely famous. He was an Oxford blue at many sporting events. After graduating with a B.A. Hons PPE from Keble College Oxford, he stayed on for a year to read Medieval History and then went on to Magdalene College, Cambridge where he studied Law. He graduated from Cambridge University with honours in law in 1961 and then went on to the Honourable Society of Lincoln’s Inn where he was called to the degree of an utter Barrister-at-Law in 1962. He was also a Cambridge blue.
Thereafter, he read in the Chambers of the famous Sir Dingle Foot Q.C. at 2 Paper Buildings in Temple in London. He came back to Freetown after pupillage and established a very flourishing and successful practice as a Barrister and solicitor of the Supreme Court of Sierra Leone. I gather that his speciality was setting aside judgments on appeal. Uncle Desmond never lost an appeal. He also had the largest law library in Sierra Leone.
In 1969, at the very young age of 33, he was appointed as Sierra Leone’s ambassador to West Germany and later as ambassador to France.
In 1973, his term as ambassador came to an end and he came back to Freetown. He then ran for the seat at Freetown West 3 and won the election. He was then appointed Minister of Foreign Affairs. It was at that time that I met him at his father Sir Emile Fashole-Luke home in Wilberforce.
As a boy aged 13, I was immediately struck by his mellifluous Oxbridge accent and the way he carried himself. I remember I was outside playing football with my cousins Olu and Gelaga when he drove in with his silver E type 4.2 litre Jaguar. He had on a blue pin stripe Savile Row suit and Hilditch & Key Jermyn Street shirt.
It was Uncle Desmond that gave me my first pair of clock cuff links at age 16 and then on my 21st birthday. He was a unique and one-of-a-kind person. I learned a great deal from him, for which I will be forever grateful. When I was a student at Fourah Bay College, I enjoyed driving his E Type Jaguar and his one in town Alfa Romeo car which I enjoyed showing off in.
He introduced me to the finest champagnes and wines and taught me that to be a brilliant lawyer, you must prepare, prepare, and prepare. It was he who told me that it is vitally important that you get the judge and court to listen to you. He took me to the brilliant tailors in Savile Row and introduced me to his shirt makers at Hilditch & Key and Harvie & Hudson on Jermyn Street instilling in me the need to look like a million pounds at all times. He was a brilliant networker and I was always in awe of his immense network of contacts.
I recall Uncle Desmond introducing me to the famous grocery store, Fortnum and Mason and how they would deliver his groceries to his suite at the Waldorf Hotel in London by horse and carriage. He was also a lavish entertainer, throwing fantastic parties at his suite at the Waldorf Hotel. The Who’s Who of British aristocracy came to see him at his suite, and I would sit and listen. He would send me to Trail Finders in Earl’s Court to pick up his first-class tickets and Concorde tickets to New York. Uncle Desmond only flew First Class.
Uncle Desmond was exceptionally handsome man and I met several of his lady friends in London, including the very beautiful Mary Wilson, former lead singer of the Supremes, God rest her soul. Uncle Desmond had character and a great sense of integrity—lessons he passed on to me. I was very close to Uncle Desmond; he was like a father to me. I vividly recall his 50th birthday party held at his suite at the Waldorf Hotel in London. He came up to me at one stage and said, “Professor Eddie Fash, you are not doing justice to my champagne.” Meaning that I had to drink more of the fabulously delectable bottles of Fortnum and Mason Champagne that were chilling on ice in his bathtub. He was an extravagant man and enjoyed the most opulent things in life.
In March 1998, he came to visit me in Botswana. He had just been appointed Chief Justice of Sierra Leone and it was such a joy to introduce my very famous Uncle to the then President of Botswana, Sir Ketumile Masire. I was honoured to have him spend my birthday at my home where we took luncheon and then dinner at the finest restaurant in Gaborone.
Uncle Desmond taught me to enjoy and appreciate the finest things in life. It was he that got me to join the finest gentlemen’s clubs. We also had a great reunion in Botswana with his good friend Steven Horton, who had been a Minister in the Liberian government at the same time as Uncle Desmond was Minister of Foreign Affairs. Steve had cooked up a marvellous feast and was a gourmet chef; Uncle Desmond being a great lover for fine food, naturally did justice to his food. It was wonderful listening to them reminisce about their days as ministers in their respective governments.
In 2013, my cousin Ronke called me to advise that Uncle Desmond was in Washington while I was at a conference at the resplendent offices of Baker & McKenzie. I then called Uncle Desmond and told him that I was delighted to hear he was in Washington D.C. and that I was going to leave my conference to come over to see him forthwith. I then left my conference, and drove over to see uncle Desmond at his hotel in Maryland. I spent the whole afternoon with him and in the evening I suggested that we go to my club in Washington D.C. Ronke came and picked us up and we had a gourmet dinner with exquisite wines from South Africa. We had a terrific evening. After the restaurant closed, we moved to the Taft room where I brought down several wines from my room. We were later joined by my cousin Emile and his girlfriend Tijana, and we had a rollicking time together until way after 3 am. It’s an evening I will never forget. Uncle Desmond was really great fun. He was an amazing story teller. We also enjoyed smoking some very fine cigars together.
I am grateful I spoke to Uncle Desmond on the night before he died when he called me. He lived an extraordinary life. He lived life to the fullest. He was one of a kind. He was extraordinarily successful. His greatest attribute, I believe, was his great faith in God. Whenever I called him, he always said, “I am fine, thanks to the good Lord and how about you” in his elegant Oxbridge accent.
I will miss you immeasurably. You made a very considerable impact on my life.
Finally, let me end with a story. In April 2013, I met Lord Judge, the then Lord Chief Justice of England and Wales at the Commonwealth Law Conference in Cape Town. After we exchanged business cards, he looked at my card and said that he had studied law at Cambridge University with Desmond Fashole-Luke. I then said that’s my favourite uncle. He then said, that cannot be, since you are from Botswana and he from Sierra Leone. I then told him that I was originally from Sierra Leone. He then turned to Lord Dyson, the then Master of the Rolls of England and Wales and said that Edward’s uncle Desmond was a very very naughty man when we were at Cambridge University together.
I just received the following email from the Right Honourable Lord Judge, former Lord Chief Justice of England and Wales which says inter alia the following and I quote: “Dear Edward, I am very sorry to learn of Desmond’s death, and very grateful to you for letting me know. I remember him well; a good friend who seemed to me to live life to the full. He will be missed.” This very aptly summarizes Uncle Desmond’s extraordinary life very well-lived.
Requiescat in pace, Uncle Desmond.