This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Oladipo Oniwinde, 36, born on April 20, 1969 and passed away on October 22, 2005. Ten years ago, Bro. Dipo was snatched from us at the early age of 36, on the ill-fated Bellview Flight going from Lagos to Abuja. Our consolation as a family is that he was with his soulmate, Nkiru Oniwinde, who was also on that flight. They left behind their 3 children who were ages 6, 4 and 18months old then. We truly miss you, Rest on in Heaven Bro, until we meet to part no more. We will remember him forever.
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Thank you Rev. Jaiyesimi for your ever-uplifting words.
Laolu, I am mega-proud of you! For everything you have achieved as a bright young man and baring it all as you just did.
I know your parents would be mega-proud too!
Please know that they would have wanted nothing more than to reassure you of this themselves, but hear, believe and know this in the depths of your heart to be the all unconditional love that it is and always would be.
As you know bro, I choose to remember your birthday than the other dark day.
I hope you had an awesome, heavenly 55th birthday bro, I love and miss you daily xx
Continue to rest in perfect peace xx
Olaolu you and your siblings can rest assured as your grandparents and family must have told you many times that your father Oladipo and your mother Nkiru loved you deeply and yes they will be proud of who you are but remember this even more than them God loves you and will never stop loving you. Dipo knew this from his earliest years he had received this love of God.
Continue to rest in God’s bosom
Love you forever.
#ForeverinourHearts
Dipo & Nkiru, it's almost 10 years now and it seems just like yesterday when I called your office to find out why I was not getting thru to you and Nkiru as I had an appointment with Nkiru that faithful Monday and I received the rude shock. The good ones don't last.
We worked together at PWC, You met Nkiru at PWC, I also met and married your friend and colleague Adesina in PWC, that union is blessed with 6 wonderful kids.
You are forever missed, and I always remember to say a prayer for your 3 children. May they fulfil their destiny. May God continue to watch over them.
Egbon mi
I have so many great memories of my brother, like how I was always the first to meet all his girlfriends including Aunty Nky or like how he always gave me money every time I needed it, or how he stopped me from hugging him when he came home from UniPort Harcourt with chicken pox (he yelled STOP from a distance as I ran towards him), but the memory I’m gonna write about happened when I was in JS1 in 1993. I had come home from FGGC Sagamu for an eye exam, and my mum took me to the opticians at Lapal House in Lagos Island, it was while I was at the opticians that a riot broke out in Lagos Island. My Brother, Zeze, had taken the car out after he dropped my mum and I, but he could not come back to pick us because of the riot. Infact, there were no taxis or public transport anywhere, so my mum and I walked over to where Bro Dipo was working at Tinubu. He was then at Pricewaterhouse but was auditing somewhere on the Island, so we went over to join him there. Anyway, we found out that the office he was working from was closing because of the riot so we could all go home together. My mum, my brother and I set off from Lagos Island looking for a bus to get us home because we were going all the way to Agbara Estate. I remember so well that we walked all the way from Lagos Island passing through Eko Bridge, by the time we got to National Theatre, I was tired of walking, and we had no idea where we would get any form of transportation. So guess what, Bro Dipo put me on his back and kept walking, he carried me like that all the way to Orile in his shirt and tie while my mum walked behind us. It was at Orile that we finally got a bus. Yesss, my brother was my SUPERMAN.