A TRIBUTE TO A GREAT SISTER
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| in 2007 |
“Hello
Mi Hermano, how Iya ibeta? Hapi Daddys’ day in advance. Abeg, we would luv 2
ride with U 2 Adelakun’s 2morrow. We’ll attend our 1st service, den
join TNCBC Fathers’ day.”
This
was the text message she sent me on Saturday 14th June 2014 at
5:41PM. We (our families) were to go out together on Sunday the 15th
of June to visit one of our friends. After service when I didn’t see my Sister
I decided to give her a call. After several calls, and no response forthcoming,
I decided to give her Husband a call. He then told me that she was ill and was
taken a private hospital at Ogba. On hearing this, I told my wife what I was
told and we set out to the hospital. At the gate of the hospital, I called her
husband, Biodun, and asked where he was. He told me she had been taken to the
General Hospital in Ikeja and immediately we went there.
At
the LSUTH Ikeja the story was that there was no bed space and she could not be
admitted. Right there the medical personnel were told that her medical records
of two (2) years ago were right there in the hospital. The unfortunate answer
was that two (2) years ago was a long time and that the record was not recent,
how amazing. She was then referred to Gbagada General Hospital.
On
getting there, electricity power was out, and inside the hospital was filthy I
must say. Again an attempt was made to refer her to Lagos Island General
Hospital until they were resisted by her husband and others who were there with
them. In the late afternoon, my wife and I left for home.
At
about 3AM in the morning I got a call from Biodun asking me to give him my
Father’s number which I did without suspecting anything. And that was it. When
I got to know at about 7AM, I couldn’t say a word for a long while.
Though
we were not related, we shared a deep relationship; though we were not Biological
siblings, we were Bio-Spiritual siblings; though not of the same school of
thought, we shared the lessons of life and living. A Strong-Willed, Stubborn,
Resilient, Determined Sister who was a writer of special breed, she almost
always wore a smile and anytime she didn’t I would help her stir up the smile
that was from within her.
| At Patigi in Kwara State (2013) |
I
got to know her in the year 2006 through Sola Adeniji, not ten (10) years yet,
but it does seem like a very long time. After service she called me and
introduced herself to be Ayo Oni and made known her intention to be part of the
Youth Organization of The New Covenant Baptist Church. When we got talking I
found her to be an Enthusiastic, Energetic, Positive young woman who was
determined to put in her best in everything she was to do. The writer of
LAMPROS, a publication she gladly tagged as a monthly publication of the Youth
Family.
The
trio of Herself, Gabriel Ojo and me was one that brought out the best in us by
helping us focus our minds on bigger things even when all around us were not on
the same mindset pedestal as we were privileged to be. How can I forget the
times our trio prayed together and shared together, times when one of us needed
someone to talk to? I remember her as one who helped me remain focused in shaky
times. A Special daughter of Pastor Omotosho you were, with your D&G (Daughter and God) hat, you were Special.
I
will always remember her as one who prayed for me when I became the President
of the Youth Organisation of the Church in 2011. It was so clear that she was
praying for me from her heart that God opened my eyes on one occasion in my
sleep to see how she was praying for me and the words the prayer translated
into. You can only pray for people you truly love.
The
time has come for you to take the exit door out of this world, this domain,
this dimension into another domain that speaks beyond human comprehension. A dimension
no man will have a glimpse of and still decide to remain here. Your translation
happens to come now, at a time when none of us expects it to be, a time when we
thought that you are just starting your life on a new level. What can I say but
a big thank you for being a good Sister, one who thought me that it’s not about
me, not about any of us but the one who formed us and opened the door for us to
come into this world to fulfill an assignment only Him can help us to fulfill.
Till
we meet again Sister Ayotunde, Ayanfe
OLAGUNJU OLUWASEYI OLADIPO DAVID
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