Bayo, you lived your life with so much will, that you will forever remain in our hearts. The Clock of Life poem by Robert H Smith is so fitting and relevant:
"The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
[...]
The present only is our own,
So live, love, toil with a will
Place no faith in “Tomorrow”
For the clock may then be still.”
Continue to Rest In Peace, Bayo.