Brother Soja (as I fondly called my uncle), when I spoke with him earlier in the year, his voice sounded so vibrant! He always showed me so much love in his way and made me feel so special. Through my tears, as I remember my brother Soja’s passing, l remember the Odotu heritage of compassion and love through our dearest Mama Agba, who selflessly cared for and loved all her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I am comforted knowing that as my brother Soja rises to glory, he’ll be met by Mama Agba and other Odotu heritage, including “omo yemi,” as he fondly called his aunt Antiwa. She would respond, “Iyosi”. As a child, l saw brother Soja as strong and fearless, and what made a remarkable impression on me was how he became almost childlike in the presence of his grandmother (our Mama Agba), his aunt (Antiwa – my mother), and his sister, our dear Auntie Ronke, showing so much reference - that did amaze me about brother Soja, because in my child mind, l believed he was in charge of everybody, especially in his military attire. Brother Soja, I will miss you and pray for God’s comforting Hands upon our dear Auntie Nate and all your lovely children and grandchildren. E sun re o brother Soja, and may God rest your soul and comfort all your loved ones. Amen. I will miss you and your tender ways towards me.
Much love,
Oyinkan Williams (nee Sadipe)